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But something much more our concern,
Our friend Dan Prior told (you know)
Consider, mice, like men, must die,
The veriest hermit in the nation
May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.
Behold the place, where if a poet
Our courtier walks from dish to dish,
I have a thousand thanks to giveMy lord alone knows how to live." No sooner said, but from the hall Rush chaplain, butler, dogs, and all: "A rat! a rat! clap to the door"The cat comes bouncing on the floor. O for the heart of Homer's mice, Or gods to save them in a trice! (It was by Providence they think, For your damn'd stucco has no chink.) "An't please your honour," quoth the peasant, "This same dessert is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty!"
ROBERT EARL OF OXFORD AND
Sent to the Earl of Oxford, with Dr. Parnell's Poems published by our Author, after the said Earl's Imprisonment in the Tower, and Retreat into the Country, in the Year 1721.
SUCH were the notes thy once-lov'd poet sung,
For Swift and him, despis'd the farce of state,
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear,
Who, careless now of interest, fame, or fate;
And sure, if aught below the seats divine
In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Re-judge his acts, and dignify disgrace. When interest calls off all her sneaking train, And all th' oblig'd desert, and all the vain ; She waits, or to the scaffold, or the cell, When the last lingering friend has bid farewell. Ev'n now she shades thy evening-walk with bays (No hireling she, no prostitute to praise); Ev'n now, observant of the parting ray, Eyes the calm sun-set of thy various day, Through Fortune's cloud one truly great can see Nor fears to tell, that Mortimer is he.
ONATHAN SWIFT, a person who has carried one species of poetry, that of humorous satire, to a degree never before attained, was, by his parentage, of English descent, but probably born in Ireland. It is known that his father, also called Jonathan, having married a Leicestershire lady, died at an early age, leaving a daughter, and a posthumous son. His widow, being left in narrow circumstances, was invited by her husband's brother, Godwin, who resided in Dublin, to his house; and there, it is supposed, Jonathan was born, on November 30th, After passing some time at a school in Kilkenny, he was removed to Trinity College, Dublin, in his 15th year; in which university he spent seven years, and then obtained with difficulty the degree of bachelor of arts, conferred speciali gratia. The circumstance affords sufficient proof of the misapplication of his talents to mathematical pursuits; but he is said to have been at this period engaged eight hours a day in more congenial studies.
So profuse are the materials for the life of Swift, that it has become almost a vain attempt to give, in