A long-ear'd beaft, and the drink you love beft, 35 You call him a floven in earnest or jeft.

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

A long-ear'd beaft give me, and eggs unfound,
Or elfe I will not ride one inch of ground.
A long-ear'd beaft, another name for jeer,
To ladies fkins there's nothing comes so near.
A long-ear'd beast, and kind nose of a cat,
Is ufeful in journeys, take notice of that.

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A long-ear'd beaft, and what seasons your beef, 45 On fuch an occafion the law gives relief.

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

TOM's metamorphofis into a POET and SPANIEL.

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TOM was a little merry grig,

Fiddled and danc'd to his own jig

Good-natur'd, but a little filly,
Irrefolute, and fhally-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 jeft, poor Tom was bit ;
Thought himself fon of fecond Phoebus,
For ballad, pun, lampoon, and rebus.
He took a draught of Helicon,
But fwallow'd fo much water down,
He got a dropfy: now they say 'tis
Turn'd to poetic diabetes;

And all the liquor he has past,

Is without fpirit, falt, or tafte.

But fince it paft, Tom thought it wit;
And therefore writ, and writ, and writ.
He writ the wonder of all wonders,

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He writ the blunder of all blunders :

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He writ a merry farce for poppet,

Taught actors how to fqueak 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 fay, that Tom went fnacks
With philomaths for almanacks

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'Tho' they divided are, and fome fay

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He writ for Whaley, fome for Campfay †,

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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

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Was one continued clitter clatter.

Swift flit his tongue, and made him talk,

Cry Cup of fack, and Walk, knaves, walk:
And fitted little prating Poll,

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For wiry cage in common hall;
(Made him expert at quibble jargon,)
And quaint at felling of a bargain.
Poll he could talk in different linguo's,
But he could never learn diftinguo's:

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Swift tried in vain, and angry thereat,
Into a spaniel turn'd his parrot;

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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,

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Poor Tom he dares not look about;

But foon as Swift once gives the word,

He fnaps it up, tho' 'twere at d.

The fign of a wooden man in Effex-street, Dublin.
A perfon remarkable for a nose of an enormous fize.
Two almanack-makers in Dublin.

*Mrs PILKINGTON to Dr SWIFT, on

his birthday.

WHILE I the godlike men of old,

In admiration wrapt, behold!

Rever'd antiquity explore,..

And turn the long-liv`d-volumes o'er,"
Where Cato, Plutarch, Flaccus fhine
In ev'ry excellence divine;

I grieve, that our degen'rate days
Produce no mighty fouls like thefe;"
Patriot, philofopher, and bard,

Are names unknown, and seldom heard.
Spare your reflexion, Phoebus cries,

"Tis as ungrateful as unwife;
Can you complain, this facred day,
That virtues, or that arts decay?
Behold in SWIFT reviv'd appears
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.

A LOVE-SONG.

A Pud in is almi des ire,

Mimis, tres I never re qui-re;

Alo veri findit a geftis,

His mi feri never at reftis.

An EPIGRAM on Dic..

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IC, heris agro at, an da quarto finale,

DIC

Fora ringat ure nos, an da ftringat ure tale.

The LIFE and genuine CHARACTER of the Reverend Dr SWIFT, D. S. P. D.

Written by himself.

ADVERTISEMENT.

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 fuffered any of them to take one; the following was published with breaks, dashes, and triplets, (which the author never made ufe of,) to disguise his manner of writing; by which, however, they were deceived, altho' the genuine one was not publifhed 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 ftrokes of wit, and humour †.

To the READER.

This poetical account of the life and character of the Reverend Dr Swift, fo celebrated thro' the world for his many ingenious writings, was occafioned by a maxim of Rochefoucault; and is now publifhed from the author's laft correct copy, being dedicated by the publisher to Alexander Pope of Twickenham, Efq;

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To ALEXANDER POPE, Efq;

Of Twickenham, in the county of Middlesex.

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 fome particulars, how he came to write it, and how I, very innocently, procured a copy.

Ir feems the Dean, in converfation with fome friends, faid, he could guess the difcourfe of the world concerning his character after his death; and thought it might be no improper fubject for a poem. This happened above year before he finished it; for it was written by fmall pieces, juft as leifure or humour allowed him.

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

HE fhewed fome parts of it to feveral friends, and when it was completed, he feldom refused the fight of it to any vifiter: fo that probably it hath been perused by fifty perfons; which, being against his usual practice, many people judged, likely enough, that he had a defire to make the people of Dublin impatient to fee it published, and at the fame time to disappoint them: for he never would be prevailed on to grant a copy, and yet feveral lines were retained by memory, and are often repeated in Dublin.

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

I have fhewn it to very good judges, friends of the Dean, (if I may venture to say so to you, who are fuch a fuperior judge and poet), who are well acquainted with the author's ftyle, 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 fhould be very forry to offend the Dean, altho' I am a perfect ftranger to his perfon: but, fince the poem will infallibly be foon printed, either here,, or in Dublin, I take myself to have the best title to fend it to the prefs; and I fhall direct the printer to commit as few errors as poffible.