A long-ear'd beast, and the drink you love best, 35 You call him a sloven in earneit or jeft.

A long-ear'd beast, and the sixteenth letter, I'd not look at all, unless I look'd better.

A long-ear'd beast give me, and eggs unsound, Or else I will not ride one inch of ground. 40

A long-ear'd beast, another name for jeer, .! To ladies skins there's nothing comes so near.

A long.ear'd beast, and kind nose of a cat, Is useful in journeys, take notice of that.

A long-ear'd beast, and what seasons your beef, 45 On such an occasion the law gives relief.

A long-ear'd beaft, a thing that force mult drive in, Bears up his house, that's of his own contriving.

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Tom's metamorphosis into a Poetand SPANIEL. TOM

OM was a little merry grig,

Fiddled and danc'd to his own jig ;
Good-natur’d, but a little filly,
Irresolute, and Thally-fhilly ;
What he should do, he could not guess

They mov'd him like a man at chefs.
Swift told him once that he had wit":
Swift was in jest, poor Tom was bit ;
Thought himself son of second Phoebus,..
For ballad, pun, lampoon, and rebus.
He took a draught of Helicon,
But swallow'd so much water down,
He got a dropsy: now they say 'tis
Turn’d to poetic diabetes ;
And all the liquor he has past,

15 Is without spirit, salt, or taste. But since it past, Tom thought it wit ; And therefore writ, and writ, and writ.

He writ the wonder of all wonders, He writ the blunder of all blunders :

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He writ a merry farce for poppet,
Taught actors how to squeak and hop it;
A treatise on the wooden man*;
A ballad on the nose of Dant;
The art of making April fools,
And four and thirty punning rules :
The learned say, that Tom went snacks
With philomaths for almanacks ;
Tho' they divided are, and some say
He writ for Whaley, fome for Campsay 1,
Hundreds there are who will make oath,
He wrote alternately for both :
For tho' they made the calculations,
Tom writ the monthly observations.
Such were his writings; but his chatter
Was one continued clitter clatter.
Swift sit his tongue, and made him talk,
Cry Cup of fack, and Walk, knaves, walk:
And fitted little prating Poll,
For wiry cage in common hall;
(Made him expert at quibble jargon)
And quaint at selling of a bargain.
Poll he could talk in different linguo's,
But he could never learn distinguo's :
Swift tried in vain, and angry thereat,
Into a spaniel turn'd his parrot;
Made him to walk on his hind-legs,
And now he dances, fawns, and begs;
Then cuts a caper o'er a stick,
Lies close, will whine, and creep, and lick.
Swift puts a bit upon his fnout,
Poor Tom he dares not look about ;
But soon as Swift once gives the word,
He snaps it up, tho’’twere atd.




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• The sign of a wooden man in Élex-ftreet, Dublin.
+ A person remarkable for a nose of an enormous fize.
| Two almanack-makers in Dublin.



his birthday
WHILE ! the godlike men of old,

In admiration wrapt, behold!..
Rever'd antiquity explore,
And turn the long-livd-volumes o'er,"
Where Cato; Plutarch, Flaccus thine

In ev'ry excellence divine ;
I grieve, that our degen’rate days
Produce no mighty fouls like these;"
Patriot, philosopher, and bard,
Are names unknown, and feldom heard..
Spare your reflexion, Phæbus cries,
'Tis as ungrateful as unwise ;
Can you complain this sacred day,
That virtues, or that arts decay.?
Behold in Swift reviv'd appears

15: The virtues of unnumber'd years ; Behold in him, with new delight, The patriot, bard, and fage unite ; And know, Ierne in that name Shall rival Greece and Rome in fame.


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A Pud in is almi desire

Mimis, tres I ne ver re quire ;
Alo veri findit a gestis,
His mi seri ne ver at reftis.

An EPIGRAM on Dic.


IC, heris agro at, an da quarto finale,
Fora ringat ure nos, an da ftringat ure tale.


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The Life and genuine Character of the Re

verend Dr SWIFT, D. S.P. D.

Written by himself.

ADVERTISE M E N T. The verses on the death of Dr Swift, written by himself, being very much inquired after by his friends, many of whom pretended to have genuine copies, altho' he never suffered any of them to take one; the following was published with breaks, dashes, and triplets, (which the author never made use of,) to disguise his manner of writing ; by which, however, they were deceived, altho' the genuine one was not published until the year 1739 : but, in order to oblige the reader, we publish the following, (altho' he would not own it); which, the best judges allow, hath many fine strokes of wit, and humour f.

To the READER. This poetical account of the life and chara&ter of the Reverend Dr Swift, fo celebrated thro' the world for his many ingenious writings, was occasioned by a maxim of Rochefoucault; and is now publifhed from the author's last correct copy, being dedicatod by the publisher to Alexander Pope of Twickenhani, Esq;


Of Twickenham, in the county of Middlesex,

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S you have been long an intimate friend of the author
of the following poem, I thought you would not

be displeased with being informed of some particulars, how he came to write it, and how I, very indocently, procured a copy.

It seems the Dean, in conversation with some friends, faid, he could guess the discourse of the world concerning his chara&ter after his death; and thought it might be no improper subject for a poem. This happened above a year before he finished it; for it was written by small pieces, just as leisure or humour allowed him.

See the Verses on Dr Swift's death, in vol. 6. p. 233.

He shewed some parts of it to several friends, and when it was completed, he seldom refused the fight of it to any vifiter : fo that probably it hath been perused by fifty persons; which, being against his usual practice, many people judged, likely enough; that he had a defire to make the people of Dublin impatient to see it published, and at the same time to disappoint them : for he never would be prevailed on to grant a copy, and yet

feverat lines were retained by memory, and are often repeated in Dublin.

It is thought, that one of his servants in whom he had great confidence, and who had access to his closet, took an opportunity, while his master was riding some miles out of town, to transcribe the whole poem: and it is probable, that the servant lent it to others, who were not truffy, (as is generally the case). By this accident, I having got a very correct copy, from a friend in Dublin, lie under no obligation to conceal it.

I have shewn it to very good judges, friends of the Dean, (if I may venture to say fo to you, who are such a superior judge and poet), who are well acquainted with the author's style, and manner, and they all allow it to be genuine, as well as perfectly finished and correct ; his particular genius appearing in every line, together with his peculiar way of thinking and writing.

I should be very forry to offend the Dean, altho' I am a perfect stranger to his person : but, fince the poem will infallibly be foon printed, either here, or in Dublin, I take myself to have the best title to send it to the press; and I shall direct the printer to commit as few errors as possible.

I am, Sir, with the greatest respect, From my chambers

your moft obedient, and in the Inner-Temple, London, April 1.1733.

moft humble servant,

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