In Jonathan's reign, if you come here to eat, -5 You have choice of good wine, no choice of good meat. Oh Jove! then how fully might all fides be bleft, 10 An EPITAPH by Dr SWIFT to the memory of FREDERICK Duke of SCHOMBERG, who was unhappily killed in croffing the river Boyne on the 1st of July 1690, and was buried in St Patrick's cathedral, where the Dean and chapter erected a small monument to his honour at their own expence. Hic infra fitum est corpus FREDERICI DUCIS DE SCHOMBERG, UT HEREDES DUCIS monumentum Ubinam terrarum SCONBERGENSES cineres delitefcunt. Plus potuit fama virtutis apud alienos, The words that Dr Swift first concluded the epitaph with, were, Saltem ut fciat viator indignabundus, quali in cellula tánti duBoris cineres delitefcunt. For the author was always heard to speak with great reverence of the memory of that brave duke, as well as his glorious mafter K. William; and indeed of all others who have struggled for the liberties of thofe kingdoms, against the repeated attempts of arbitrary power. Dub. edit. A A BALLAD on the game of TRAFFIC+. Written at the castle of Dublin, in the time of the Earl of Berkeley's government. MY Lord ||, to find out who must deal, Delivers cards about, But the firft knave does feldom fail To find the Doctor out. But then his Honour cry'd, Godzooks! And feem'd to knit his brow: For on a knave he never looks But h'thinks upon Jack How. 5 By cafting our eyes over this ballad, we may obferve in what manner the Earl and Countess of Berkeley, and their little group at the castle of Dublin, spent their evenings in private, when they were totally difengaged from the noife, the bustle, and the plague of bufinefs and ceremony. The several characters which make up this little group, are the Earl and Countefs of Berkeley, Mrs Biddy Floyd, Mrs Herries, Mrs Weston, and Dr Swift. This ballad appears to have been designed as a piece of raillery upon the whole fet, and written purely for their domestic entertainment. This poem, fo far as it runs, is full of mirth and humour; the fecond ftanza in particular is wonderfully striking, But then his Honour cry'd, &c. The furprise of my Lord Berkeley, and the bringing Jack How to remembrance upon the fight of a knave, for no other reason than because he was a famous anti-courtier in those times, perpetually oppofing and thwarting the measures of K. William in the houfe of Commons, is a whimsical piece of drollery in the poetic ftrain, efpecially when addreffed to a court-lord in one of the highest employments. We are at a lofs to know whether any more characters were defigned to have been introduced into this ballad; but we may reasonably fuppofe there were, because in reality it feemeth to have been broken off in the very midst of its career. However, indeed, the politeness of Dr Swift would not fuffer him to enlarge or correct it, after my Lady Betty Berkeley had in a manner given it the finishing ftroke; on occafion of which he writ the Ballad to the tune of the Cutpurse, [vol. 6. p. 75.], which hath abundance of life, 、 humour, pleafantry, and politeness, Swift. The Earl of Berkeley. My Lady, though she is no player, Some bungling partner takes, And wedg'd in corner of a chair 10 Takes fnuff, and holds the stakes. * Dame Floyd looks out in grave suspense But wifely cautious of her pence, The caftle feldom frequents. Quoth Herries, fairly putting cafes, If I had but a pair of aces, "With these is Parfon Swift, "Not knowing how to spend his time, "Does make a wretched fhift, "To deafen them with puns and rhyme †." 15 20 25 VERSES faid to be written on the UNION. HE Queen ‡ has lately loft a part THE Of her entirely-English heart, For want of which, by way of botch, 5 Biddy Floyd. See letter to Colonel Hunter, in vol. 4. let. 96, p. 208. and vol. 6. p. 114. Lady Betty Berkeley, finding this ballad in the author's room unfinished, underwrit the last stanza, and left the paper where he had found it. See vol. 6. p. 75. Anne. See how the double nation lies; Like a rich coat with skirts of frize: As if a man in making pofies up with rofes. Should bundle thiftles Of kingdoms without faith or law? Left he should call our commonweal Which, juft like ours, new rigg'd and mann'd, And got about a league from land, By change of wind to leeward fide, Our 10 15 20 *WILL. WOOD's petition to the people of IRELAND, being an excellent new SONG. Supposed to be made and fung in the street of Dublin, by WILL. WOOD, ironmonger and halfpennymonger. 1725. . My dear Irish folks, Come leave off your jokes, And buy up my halfpence fo fine; So fair and fo bright, They'll give you delight; Obferve how they glifter and shine. They'll fell, to my grief, As cheap as neck beef, For counters at cards to your wife; Your children may play 5 10 Come hither and try ; I'll teach you to buy A pot of good ale for a farthing: 15 Come; threepence a score, I ask you no more, And a fig for the Drapier and Harding *. When tradesmen have gold, The thief will be bold, By day and by night for to rob him: My copper is fuch, No robber will touch, And so you may daintily bob him. The little blackguard, Who gets very hard His halfpence for cleaning your shoes; With mine, and be'd, 20 25 He may fwear he has nothing to lofe. 30 Here's halfpence in plenty, For one you'll have twenty, Though thousands were not worth a pudden. Your neighbours will think, When your pocket cries chink, You are grown plaguy rich on a sudden. You will be my thankers, I'll make you my bankers, As good as Ban Burton or Fade † : For nothing shall pass But my pretty brass, And then you'll be all of a trade. I'm a fon of a whore, • The Drapier's printer. + Two famous bankers. 35 |