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The Life and CHARACTER of Dr Swift.

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Upon a Maxim in ROCHEFOUCAULT ll.
WISE Rochefoucault a maxim writ

Made e up of malice, truth, and wit :
If what he says be not a joke,
We mortals are strange kind of folk. :-

But hold :- Before we farther go, 'Tis fit the maxim we should know..

He says, “. Whenever fortune sends
“ Disasters to our dearest friends,
« Altho’we outwardly may grieve,
We oft are laughing in our sleeve."
And when I think upon't, this minute,
I fancy, there is something in it.

We see a comrade"get a fall,
Yet laugh our hearts out, one and all.“

Tom for a wealthy wife looks round,
A nymph that brings ten thousand pound;
He no where could have better pick'd ;
A rival comes, and Tom-is nick'd
See how behave his friends profeft,
They turn the matter to a jeft;
Loll out their tongues, and thus they talk,
Poor Tom bas got a plaguy baulk-!

I could give instances enough,
That human friendship is but stuff.
Whene'er a flatt'ring puppy cries,
You are his dearest friend-; he lies:
To lose a guinea at piquet,
Would make him rage, and form, and fret;

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Bring from his heart fincerer groans,
Than if he heard

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COME, tell me truly, would you take well,
Suppose your friend and you were equal,
To see him always foremost stand,
Affect to take the upper hand,
And strive to pass in public view,
For much a better than you

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Envy, I doubt, would pow'rful prove,
And get the better of your love :
'Twould please your palate, like a feaft,
To see him mortify'd at least-

'Tis true, we talk of friendship much,
But who are they that can keep touch-?
True friendship in two breasts requires
The same aversions and defires :
My friend should have, when I complain,
A fellow-feeling of my pain.

Yet, by experience, oft we find,
Our friends are of a diff'rent mind;
And were I tortur'd with the gout,
They'd laugh to see me make a rout,
Glad that themselves could walk about.

Let me suppose, two fpecial friends,
And each to poetry pretends ;
Would either poet take it well,
To hear the other bore the bell- -?
His rival for the chiefest reckon’d,
Himself pass only for the second?

When you are fick, your friends, you say,
Will send their bowd'ye's ev'ry day :
Alas! that gives you small relief!
They send for manners; not for griefm:
Nor, if you dy'd, would fail to go
That ev'ning to a puppet Show:

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Yet come in time to fhew their loves,
And get a bal-band, scarf, and gloves.

65 To make these truths the better known, Let me fuppose the case my own.

The day will come, when't shall be said, “ D'ye hear the news--? the Dean is dead! “ Poor man: he went, all on a sudden!”

70 H'as dropp'd, and giv'n tbe crow a pudding! What money was behind him found? " I hear about two thousand pound « 'Tis own'd he was a man of wit Yet many a foolish thing be writ --;

75 “ 'And sure he must be deeply learn'd!" That's more than ever I discern'd; " I know his nearest friends complain, “ He was too airy for a DeanHe was an honest man, I'll swear

so Why, Sir, I differ from you there; For I have heard another story, He was a most confounded Tory! “ Yet here we had a strong report, + That he was well receiv'd at court." Why, then it was, I do assert, Their goodness, more than his defert He grew, or else his comrades lyd, Confounded dull-, before he dy'd. He hop'd to have a lucky hit,

90 Some medals fent him for his wit ; But truly there the Dean was bit“ And yet, I think, for all your jokes, “His claim as good as other folks“ Must we the drapier then forget?

95 « Is not our nation in his debt'? “ 'Twas he that writ the Drapier's letters ! He should have left them for his betters

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We had a hundred abler men,
Nor need depend upon his pen.
Say what you will about his reading,
You never can defend his breeding !
Who in his fatires running riot,
Could never leave the world in quiet ;
Attacking, when he took the whim,
Court, city, camp, all one to him.-

But why would he, except he sobber'd,
Offend our patriot, Great Sir Robert;
Whose counsels aid the sovireign pow'r,
To save the nation ev'ry hour ?
What scenes of evil he unravels,
In satires, libels, lying travels!
Not sparing his own clergy-cloth,
But eats into it like a moth.-

" If he makes mankind bad as elves,
Answer, they may thank themfelves :
“ If vice can never be abalh’d,
“ It must be ridiculd or lash'd.
But if I chance to make a slip,
What right had he to hold the whip?

“ If you resent it, who's to blame?
“ He neither knew you, nor your name.
“ Should vice expect to 'scape rebuke,
« Because its owner is a duke ?
Vice is a vermin, sportsmen fay
“ No vermin can demand fair play,
“ But ev'ry hand may juftly flay.”

I envy not the wits, who write
Merely to gratify their Spite;
Thus did the Dean ; his only scope
Was, to be held a misanthrope.
This into gen'ral odium drew him,
Which, if he lik'd, much good may't do him:

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This gave him enemies in plenty,
Throughout two realms nineteen in twenty ; 135
His zeal was not to lalh our crimes,
But difcontent against the times :
For had we made him timely offers,
To raise his pofl, or fill his coffers ;
Perhaps he might have truckled down,

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Like other bretbren of his gown.
For party he would scarce have bled-
I say no more, because he's dead.

“ But who could charge him to his face, “That e'er he cring’d to men in place?

145 “ His principles, of antient date, “ Ill suit with those profess’d of late: “ The Pope, or Calvin, he'd oppose, " And thought they botb were equal foes : « That churcb and state had suffer'd more

150 By Calvin than the scarlet whore : “Thought Popish and fanatic zeal " Borb bitter foes to Britain's weal. “The Pope would of our faith bereave us« But still our mona onarchy would leave us

155 “ Not so the vile fanatic crew ; “ That ruin'd church and monarch too.

“ SUPPOSING these reflections just, We should indulge the Dean's disgust, Who faw this fačtious tribe caress'd,

160 “ And lovers of the church distress'd. “ The patrons of the good old cause, “ In Jenates fit, in making laws ; The most malignant of the berd, “ In fureft way to be preferr'd

165 And preachers find the better quarter, « For railing at the royal martyr.

“ WHOLE swarms of seets, with grief, he saw,. “ More favour'd than the church by law:.

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