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Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
ye, Our old friend Swift will tell his story.
“ Harley, the nation's great support," But you may read it, I stop short.
BO O K II.
SA TIRE VI.
The first part imitated in the rear 1714, by Dr.
SWIFT ; the latter Part added afterwards.
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
S Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to encrease my store ; • But here a grievance seems to lie, • All this is mine but till I die; • I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, • To me and to my heirs for ever.
• If I ne'er got or lost a groat, • By any trick, or any fault ; • And if I pray by reason's rules,
15 • And not like forty other fools : • As thus, “ Vouchsafe, oh gracious Maker ! “ To grant me this and t’other acre: • Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct my plow to find a treasure :"
• But only what my station fits,
25 Something in verse as true as prose ; • Remov'd from all th' ambitious scene, • Nor puff’d by pride, nor sunk by spleen.'
In short, I'm perfectly content, Let me but live on this side Trent ;
30 Nor cross the Channel twice a year, To spend six months with statesmen here.
I must by all means come to town, "Tis for the service of the Crown. • Lewis, the Dean will be of use,
35 “ Send for him up, take no excuse. The toil, the danger of the seas ; Great ministers ne'er think of these ; Or let it cost five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found.
40 It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet.
“ Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, " Let
my Lord know you're come to town.” I hurry me in haste away,
45 Not thinking it is Levee-day; And find his Honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round,
Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green:
observes me thus perplext,
60 And take it kindly meant to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw : When twenty fools I never saw Come with petitions fairly penn'd,
65 Desiring I would stand their friend.
This, humbly offers me his case -
70 “ To-morrow my appeal comes on,
Without your help the cause is gone”-
75 “ To get my warrant quickly sign’d:
“ Consider and more,
• Consider 'tis my
first request.” Be satisfy'd, I'll do my best :Then presently he falls to teaze, “ You may for certain, if you please ;
80 “ I doubt not, if his Lordship knew “ And, Mr. Dean, one word from you”.
'Tis (let me see) three years (October next it will be four) Since HARLEY bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend ; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, “ What's o'clock ?" And, “How's the wind ?” 66 Who's chariot's that we left behind ?"
go Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnel, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains
95 My Lord and me as far as Stains, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes, inter nos, Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
100 Yet some I know with
envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well : “ How think you of our friend the Dean? “ I wonder what some people mean;