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Thine was the sway ere heav'n was form’d, or earti,
Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth,
Or midwife word gave aid,and spoke the infant forth.
Then various elements against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combin’d,
And fram’d the clamorous race of busy humankind.
The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low,
Till wrangling science taught it noise and show,
And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain :
Lost in the maze of words be turns again,
And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reiga.
Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress'd' with argumental tyranny,
And routed reason tinds a safe retreat in thee.
With thee in private modest dulness lies,
And in thy bosom larks in thought's disguise ! .
Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wise!
Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd;
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that wisdom seeks for rest.
Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame;
The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame.
But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are

free, How church and state should be oblig'd to thee! At senate and at bar how welcome:wouldst thou be!

Yet speech, e'en there, submissively withdraws
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause :
Then pompous silence reignis,and stills'the noisy laws.
Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
What favonrites gain, and what the nation owes,
Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy o' the gown,
Are best by thee express'd, and shine in thee alone.
The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry,
Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee;
All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.

EARL OF DORSET.

ARTEMISIA. Though Artemisia talks by fits Of councils, classics, fathers, wits ;

Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in some things methinks she fails :-
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,

Apd wear a cleaner smock.
Haughty and hage 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 corpse upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in state.
She wears po colours (sign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black beside: Dauntless her look, her gesture proud, Her voice theatrically lond,

And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpie hight,

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

All futter, pride, and talk.

PHRYNE.

Phryne had talents for mankind;
Open she was and unconfin’d,

Like some free port of trade : Merchants unloaded here their freight, And agents from each foreign state

Here first their entry made." Her learning and good breeding such, Whether the Italian or the Dutch,

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

'Twas S'il vous plait, Monsieur. Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, Still changing names, religions, climes,

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

And flutters in her pride. So have I known those insects fair (Which curious Germans hold so rare)

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

Then painted butterflies.

DR. SWIFT.
THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON,
PARSON, these things in thy possessing
Are better than the bishop's blessing:
A wife that makes conserves; a steed
That carries double when there's need;
October store, and best Virginia,
Tythe pig, and mortuary guinea ;
Gazettes sent gratis down and frankd,
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 Polyglot-three parts-my text,
Howbeit-likewise now to my next :
Lo, here the Septuagint-and Paul,
To sum 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 churchwardens about pews,
Pray heartily for some new gift,
And shake his head at Doctor S-..

TO

DR. ARBUTHNOT.

BEING THE PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES.

ADVERTISEMENT. This paper is a sort of bill of complaint, begun many years

since, and drawn up by snatches, as the several occasions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleased some persons of rank and fortune (the authors of "Verses to the Imitator of Horace,' and of an “ Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton-Court'] to attack, in a very extraordinary mariner, not only my writ. ings (of wbich, being public, the public is judge) but my person, morals, and family; whereof, to those who know une not, a truer information may be requisite. Being di. vided between the necessity to say something of myself, and my own laziness to undertake so awkward a task, i thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this epistle. If it have any thing pleasing, it will be that by which I am most desirous to please, the truth and the sentiment; and if any thing offensive, it will be only to those I am least sorry to offend, the vicious or the un

generous. Many will know their own pictures in it, there being not a

circumstance but what is true ; but I bave, for the most part, spared their names, and they may escape being

laughed at if they please. I would have some of them know, it was owing to the re

quest of the learned and candid friend, to wboin it is iụ. scribed, that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine. However, I shall have this advantage and honour on my side, tbat whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can possibly be done hy mine, since a nameless cbaracter can pever be found out but by its truth and likeness.

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