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Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke : Yet in fome things methinks she fails ; 'Twere well if she could pare her nails,

And wear a cleaner smock.

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Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such nastiness and so much pride

Are oddly join'd by Fate:
On her large squab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (sign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gesture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And masculine her stride.

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So have I feen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpye hight,

Majestically stalk;
A stately, worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,

All flutter, pride, and talk.

PHRYNE.

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HRYNE had talents for mankind,

Open she was, and unconfin'd, Like some free port of trade: Merchants unloaded here their freight,

And

And agents from each foreign state,

Here first their entry made,

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Her learning and good breeding such,
Whether tho Italian or the Dutch,

Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging she'd appear :
?'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynbeer,

'Twas S'il vous plais, Monheur.

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Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,

At length The turns a bride :
In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She shines the first of batter'd jades,

And flutters in her pride,

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So have I known those insects fair,
(Which curious Germans hold so rare),

Still vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new titles with new forms;
First grubs obscene, then wriggling worms,

Then painted butterflies,

VII.

DR. SWIFT.

The Happy Life of a COUNTRY-PARSON.

ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing

Are better than the Bishop's blessing.

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A wife that makes conferves; a steed
That carries double when there's need;
O&ober store, and best Virginia,
Tithe-pig, and mortuary Guinea;
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy patron's weekly thank'd;
A large concordance, bound long since ;
Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince:
A chronicle of ancient standing;
A Chrysostom to smooth thy band in.
The Polyglott----three parts ----my text,
Howbeit,----likewise-,--now to my next :
Lo here the Septuagint,----and Paul,
To fum the whole,----the close of all.

He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'squire, and kiss his wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And fast on Fridays-----if he will;
Toast Church and Queen, explain the news,
Talk with church-wadens about pews,
Pray heartily for fome new gift,
And thake his head at Doctor Scoot.

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SATIRES

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ADVERTISEMENT.
HE occasion of publishing these Imitations

was the clamour raised on some of my Epifles. An answer from Horace was both more full, and of more dignity, than any I could have made in my own person; and the example of much greater freedom in so eminent a divine as Dr Donne, seemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a Christian may treat vice or folly, in ever so low, or ever so high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princer and minillers under whom they lived. The fatires of Dr Donne I versified, at the desire of the Earl of Oxford, while he was Lord Treasurer, and of the Duke of Shrewibury, who had been Secretary of State; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vitious courts as any reflection on those they served in. And indeed there is not in the world a greater error, Vol.II.

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than that which fools are so apt to fall into, and knaves with good reason to encourage, the mistaking a satirist for a libeller; whereas to a true sa. tirijt nothing is so odious as a libeller, for the fame reason as to a man truly virtuous nothing is so hateful as a hypocrite.

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THI 'HIS paper is a sort of bill of complaint, begun

many years since, and drawn up by fnatches, as the several occasions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleased fome persons of rank and fortune, [the authors of Verses to the imitator of Horace, and of an Epifle to a Doctor of Divi. nity from a Noblemon at Hampton-Court), to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my writings, (of which, being public, the public is judge), but my perfon, morals, and family; whereof, to those who know me not, a truer in. formation may be requisite. Being divided between the neceflity to say something of myfelf, and my own laziness to undertake so aukward a talk, I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand

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