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But stop, ambitious Muse, in time,
Nor dwell on subjects too sublime.
In vain on lofty heels I tread,
Aspiring to exalt my head;

With hoop expanded wide and light,
In vain I 'tempt too high a flight.
Me Phoebus, in a midnight dream
Accosting, said, "Go shake your cream,'
Be humbly minded, know your post;
Sweeten your tea, and watch your toast.
Thee best befits a lowly style;

Teach Dennis how to stir the guile;2
With Peggy Dixon3 thoughtful sit,
Contriving for the pot and spit.
Take down thy proudly swelling sails,
And rub thy teeth and pare thy nails;
At nicely carving show thy wit;
But ne'er presume to eat a bit;
Turn every way thy watchful eye,
And every guest be sure to ply:
Let never at your board be known
An empty plate, except your own.
Be these thy arts; nor higher aim
Than what befits a rural dame.
But Cloacina, goddess bright,
claims her as her right;
And Smedley, flower of all divines,
Shall sing the dean in Smedley's lines."

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TWELVE ARTICLES.

I. LEST it may more quarrels breed,
I will never hear you read.

II. By disputing, I will never,

To convince you once endeavor.

III. When a paradox you stick to,
I will never contradict you.

IV. When I talk and you are heedless,
I will show no anger needless.
V. When your speeches are absurd,
I will ne'er object a word.
VI. When you furious argue wrong,
I will grieve and hold my tongue.
VII. Not a jest or humorous story
Will I ever tell before ye:
To be chidden for explaining,
When you quite mistake the meaning.

In the bottle, to make butter.

The quantity of ale or beer brewed at one time.

VIII. Never more will I suppose

You can taste my verse or prose.
IX. You no more at me shall fret,
While I teach and you forget.

X. You shall never hear me thunder,
When you blunder on and blunder.
XI. Show your poverty of spirit,

And in dress place all your merit;
Give yourself ten thousand airs:
That with me shall break no squares.

XII. Never will I give advice

Till you please to ask me thrice:
Which if
you in scorn reject,

"Twill be just as I expect.

Thus we both shall have our ends,
And continue special friends.

TIIE REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL. 1730.

1 Dr. Swift.

FROM distant regions Fortune sends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never yet a codling ripen'd:
Hither the frantic goddess draws
Three sufferers in a ruin'd cause:
By faction banish'd, here unite
A dean, a Spaniard, and a knight;3
Unite, but on conditions cruel;

The dean and Spaniard find it too well.
Condemn'd to live in service hard;
On either side his honor's guard:
The dean, to guard his honor's back,
Must build a castle at Drumlack;
The Spaniard, sore against his will,
Must raise a fort at Market-Hill.
And thus the pair of humble gentry
At north and south are posted sentry;
While in his lordly castle fix'd,

The knight triumphant reigns betwixt:
And, what the wretches most resent,
To be his slaves, must pay him rent;
Attend him daily as their chief,
Decant his wine, and carve his beef.
O Fortune! tis a scandal for thee

To smile on those who are least worthy:
Weigh but the merits of the three,
His slaves have ten times more than he.
Proud baronet of Nova Scotia!

The dean and Spaniard must reproach ye:

2 Colonel Harry Leslie, who served and lived long in Spain.

But stop, ambitious Muse, in time,
Nor dwell on subjects too sublime.
In vain on lofty heels I tread,
Aspiring to exalt my head;

With hoop expanded wide and light,
In vain I 'tempt too high a flight.
Me Phoebus, in a midnight dream
Accosting, said, "Go shake your cream,'
Be humbly minded, know your post;
Sweeten your tea, and watch your toast.
Thee best befits a lowly style;

Teach Dennis how to stir the guile;2
With Peggy Dixon3 thoughtful sit,
Contriving for the pot and spit.
Take down thy proudly swelling sails,
And rub thy teeth and pare thy nails;
At nicely carving show thy wit;
But ne'er presume to eat a bit;
Turn every way thy watchful eye,
And every guest be sure to ply:
Let never at your board be known
An empty plate, except your own.
Be these thy arts; nor higher aim
Than what befits a rural dame.

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But Cloacina, goddess bright,

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claims her as her right; And Smedley, flower of all divines, Shall sing the dean in Smedley's lines."

TWELVE ARTICLES.

I. LEST it may more quarrels breed,
I will never hear you read.

II. By disputing, I will never,

To convince you once endeavor.

III. When a paradox you stick to,
I will never contradict you.

IV. When I talk and you are heedless,
I will show no anger needless.

V. When your speeches are absurd,
I will ne'er object a word.
VI. When you furious argue wrong,
I will grieve and hold my tongue.
VII. Not a jest or humorous story
Will I ever tell before ye:
To be chidden for explaining,
When you quite mistake the meaning.

In the bottle, to make butter.

The quantity of ale or beer brewed at one time.

VIII. Never more will I suppose

You can taste my verse or prose.
IX. You no more at me shall fret,
While I teach and you forget.

X. You shall never hear me thunder,
When you blunder on and blunder.
XI. Show your poverty of spirit,

And in dress place all your merit;
Give yourself ten thousand airs:
That with me shall break no squares.

XII. Never will I give advice

Till you please to ask me thrice:
Which if you in scorn reject,

"Twill be just as I expect.

Thus we both shall have our ends,
And continue special friends.

THE REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL. 1730.

Dr. Swift.

FROM distant regions Fortune sends

An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never yet a codling ripen'd:
Hither the frantic goddess draws
Three sufferers in a ruin'd cause:
By faction banish'd, here unite
A dean, a Spaniard, and a knight;3
Unite, but on conditions cruel;

The dean and Spaniard find it too well.
Condemn'd to live in service hard;
On either side his honor's guard:
The dean, to guard his honor's back,
Must build a castle at Drumlack;
The Spaniard, sore against his will,
Must raise a fort at Market-Hill.
And thus the pair of humble gentry
At north and south are posted sentry;
While in his lordly castle fix'd,

The knight triumphant reigns betwixt:
And, what the wretches most resent,
To be his slaves, must pay him rent;
Attend him daily as their chief,
Decant his wine, and carve his beef.
O Fortune! tis a scandal for thee

To smile on those who are least worthy:
Weigh but the merits of the three,
His slaves have ten times more than he.
Proud baronet of Nova Scotia!

The dean and Spaniard must reproach ye:

2 Colonel Harry Leslie, who served and lived long in Spain.

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And we of all car hopes deprived,
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to vergontrived her toes to pinch,
She'll not have power to stir an inch:
These gaudy shoes must Hannah place
Direct before her lady's face;

The shoes put on, our faithful portress
Admits us in, to storm the fortress,
While tortured madam bound remains,
Like Montezume, in golden chains;
Or like a cat with walnuts shod,
Stumbling at every step she trod.
Sly hunters thus, in Borneo's isle,
To catch a monkey by a wile,
The mimic animal amuse;

They place before him gloves and shoes;
Which when the brute puts awkward on,

All his agility is gone;

In vain to frisk or climb he tries;

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