"Far to the land of f and fans;d• skr"} "A fervile race in folly nurs'd, yy muilla vân ta Who truckle moll when treated wo:ft. “By innocence and refolution, O He bore continual perfecution; While numbers to preferment rose, "Whofe merit was to be his foes; "When even his own familiar friends, Intent upon their private ends, "Like renegadoes now he feels "Againft-him lifting up their heels. "The Dean did, by his pen, defeat "An infamous deftructive cheat; "Taught fools their intereft how to know, As modern Scroggs, or old Treffilian; "Who long all justice had discarded, Nor fear'd he God, nor man regarded; "Vow'd "Vow'd on the Dean his rage to vent,qof “And make him of his zeal repent. T "But Heaven his, innocence defends, "A*"The grateful people and his friends: 10"Not ftrains of law, nor judges frown, A "Nor topics brought to pleafe the crown, "Nor witnefs hir'd, nor jury pick'd, : "Prevail to bring him in convict 1 "In exile, with a fleady heart, le "He spent his life's declining part; "Where folly, pride, and faction fway, "Remote from St. John, Pope, and Gay." "Alas, poor Dean! his only scope of "Was to be held a mifanthrope "This into general odium drew him ản "Which if he lik'd, much good may't do him. "His zeal was not to lash our crimes, "But difcontent against the times: i. Perhaps he might have truckled down, r "Like other brethren of his.gown; "For party he would fcarce have bled Some high-flown pamphlets, I fuppofe All fcribbled in the worft of times, To palliate his friend Oxford's crimes'; To praife Queen Anne; nay more, defend her, "As never favouring the Pretender: 66 Or libels yet conceal'd from fight, Against the court to fhew his fpite: Perhaps his travels, part the third "A lye at every fecond word"Offensive to a loyal ear: But not one fermon, you may fwear.' "He knew an hundred pleafing ftories, With all the turns of Whigs and Tories "Was cheerful to his dying day; And friends would let him have hist way. "As for his works in verfe or profe, "I own my felf no judge of those. Nor can I tell what critics thought them; "But this I know, all people bought them, "The world muft own it, to their fhame, "To build a houfe for fools and mad; "That kingdom he has left his debtor, And, fince you dread no farther lashes, Methinks you may forgive his afhes." Similies. Pert as a pear-monger I'd be, Like a fluck pig I gaping flare, Plump as a partridge was I known, I melancholy as a cat, Am kept awake to weep; But fhe, infenfible of that, Sound a top can fleep. Hard Ah me! as thick as hops or hail The fine men crowd about her Straight as my leg her fhape appears; My heart would be Scot-free from cares, As fine as five-pence is her mien, Her glance is as a razor keen, As foft as pap her kisses are, Her Vol. V. 26. E As |