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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)





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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)
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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745 (1667-1745)
The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams
Oxford
Clarendon Press 1937
3 v.
Preliminaries omitted
Copyright © Oxford University Press 1958. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift edited by Harold Williams (1958), by permission of Oxford University Press. This text may not be reproduced, except for fair dealing purposes, without the permission of Bell and Howell Information and Learning Company and the copyright holder.


VOLUME I



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PREFACE

Swift, as the Introduction to these volumes shows, was at little pains to ensure the publication of an authoritative collection of his writings, whether in prose or in verse. Two miscellany gatherings, 1711 and 1727-32, and six volumes of a Dublin edition of his Works received some measure of editorial attention from him. But at his death a large proportion of his verse lay scattered in manuscripts, in broadsides, and in pamphlets. These stray leaves were gradually brought together by successive editors, combined with many conjectural attributions which have little or no claim to be regarded as Swift's. Scarcely any effort at an arrangement of the poems was made by early editors, Faulkner, Deane Swift, Sheridan, and John Nichols. Sir Walter Scott, in his editions of Swift's Works, 1814 and 1824, attempted a partial grouping by subject-matter; but the poems were distributed through several volumes, the arrangement was imperfectly executed, the text was little considered, and many questionable pieces, together with poems by other hands, were indiscriminately included. Little has since been done; and the need for a new edition of Swift's poems requires no emphasis or argument.

In this edition I have attempted to determine, as nearly as may be, the exact date of composition of each poem. In each section, grouped by subject-matter, the poems are arranged in chronological sequence, following the date of composition, not that of first publication. Poems written by others, which it was necessary to print for an understanding of Swift's reply, appear in smaller type. In two sections, 'Riddles' and 'Trifles', in which Swift's share could not be clearly determined, this differentiation by type has not been observed.

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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A large part of the time spent in the preparation of this edition has been devoted to bibliographical scrutiny and textual collation. Nearly every poem has its separate bibliography, and a list of editions collated, together with autographs and early transcripts, whenever these are preserved, is given at the head of each poem. I have printed the text from manuscript, from a first edition, or from an authoritative early text. In only one instance, 'Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift' (see p. 551), have I printed a recension.

The introductory notes to each poem, or group of poems, discuss the date, the occasion, the bibliography, and the text. They have, in effect, together with the footnotes, a biographical design and purpose.

I have many acknowledgements to make for the helpful interest of older friends, and I recognize gratefully the kindness of the new friends my work has brought me.

The courtesy of Dr. F. Elrington Ball is a happy memory. He was ever ready to answer questions. His death, in 1928, deprived me of his unrivalled knowledge of Anglo-Ireland. But my chief debt for encouragement, advice, and active help, is due to Professor D. Nichol Smith, whom I have consulted throughout the progress of this work. He has, furthermore, read the proofs, contributed valuable suggestions, and saved me from oversights and mistakes. It would be difficult to assess the sum of my obligation to him.

I have received many courtesies from owners of manuscripts, rare books, and annotated volumes, who have afforded me access to their collections and the use of manuscripts in their possession. I am gratefully indebted to the Duke of Bedford, the Duke of Portland, the Marquis of Bath, Lord Mount Temple, Major-General Sir W. J. Maxwell-Scott, Major Evelyn Shirley of Lough Fea, co. Monaghan, Mrs. Baker, Malahow, Naul, co. Dublin, Mrs. W. G. Panter, the Rev. John Longe, the Rev. J. J. Antrobus, Mr. T. J. Wise, Mr. Cecil Harmsworth, and Mr. Seumas O'Sullivan. Mr. Victor Rothschild has

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always been ready to place his fine collection of manuscripts and printed pieces fully at my disposal. Mr. Shane Leslie has been generous with his help, and obtained entries for me to private libraries. Among those who have drawn my attention to manuscripts, or furnished me with rotographs, are Professor G. C. Moore Smith, Professor Herbert Davis, Professor George Sherburn, Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach, Mr. Arthur Pforzheimer, Dr. Francis S. Bourke, and Mr. Francis Needham. I cannot sufficiently thank Dr. Robin Flower for the assistance he has often given me in the examination of manuscripts and rotographs, and for the helpfulness of his opinion on questions of handwriting. I am particularly under an obligation to Mr. M. B. Gold for examining the Orrery Papers in the library of Harvard College, and for sending me rotographs.

My thanks are due to the Very Rev. D. F. R. Wilson, Dean of St. Patrick's, the Very Rev. W. J. Askins, Dean of Kilmore, the Rev. H. C. Armour, Professor Edward Bensly, Mrs. Arundell Esdaile, Mr. I. A. Williams, and Mr. Séamus Ó Casaide for answers readily given to questions addressed to them. For help, none the less valuable because difficult to define, I am most grateful to Mr. John Hayward and to Dr. T. Percy Kirkpatrick.

Messrs. Bernard Quaritch, Ltd., Messrs. P. J. and A. E. Dobell (and especially I thank Mr. Percy Dobell), Messrs. Pickering and Chatto, and Mr. M. J. Mac-Manus have kindly allowed me to examine volumes which have passed through their hands, and given me information about other books.

I have been received with unfailing courtesy and helpfulness in many libraries. In Dublin Mr. J. Hanna, Assistant Librarian at Trinity College, Dr. Best of the National Library of Ireland, Mr. Newport B. White of Archbishop Marsh's Library, the staff of the Royal Irish Academy, and Mr. Fennelly, custodian of the Gilbert Collection, belonging to the City of Dublin, have been generous of their time and knowledge. I thank, in general,

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the staff of the British Museum, the Bodleian Library, the University Library, Cambridge, the National Library of Scotland, the Public Record Office, the Victoria and Albert Museum, the Goldsmiths' Library, and the John Rylands Library, Manchester.

I acknowledge the generosity of the trustees of the Pierpont Morgan Library, New York, in supplying me with photographs of manuscripts in that library, and for kind permission accorded me to make full use of them in this work. Captain Haselden and Mr. H. C. Schulz, Curator and Assistant Curator of manuscripts in the Henry E. Huntington Library, San Marino, California, have been at much pains to supply me with information and rotographs; and I have the permission of Dr. Max Farrand, Director of Research, to make use of the information thus obtained. The authorities of Harvard College have generously allowed me the use of rotographs from the Orrery Papers.

I am obliged to the publishers, Messrs. G. Bell & Sons, for allowing me to quote extensively from Dr. Elrington Ball's edition of Swift's Correspondence.

I am indebted to the Delegates of the Clarendon Press and their staff for their careful attention to a work which has not been without problems and difficulties while it was passing through the press.

H. W.

ASPENDEN,

HERTFORDSHIRE,

February 1937.




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INTRODUCTION


(i)

As a prose-writer Swift won the immediate recognition of his contemporaries. Even the pedantic Orrery praised the 'masterly conciseness', which he regarded as unequalled by any writer; and Delany, for once, echoed his lordship's words. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note A few have cavilled at what they considered the bareness of Swift's prose, its want of decorative epithets or graceful turns of phrase; but the passage of time has served to establish his fame securely. The judgement of Dr. Johnson stands: 'He studied purity ... and whoever depends on his authority may generally conclude himself safe.' [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note

The ideal Swift consciously pursued in the writing of prose he followed in his verse. The very conciseness, clarity, and directness which lend to his prose a deceptive simplicity, seemingly so easy to imitate and so impossible to attain in practice, fetter him as a poet and confine his range. The scepticism of enthusiasms, pretentions, and cant which underlies his counsel in the Letter of Advice to a Young Poet, in his 'Directions for a Birth-Day Song', and in his rhapsody 'On Poetry' confined a natural genius within self-imposed barriers. His poetic vesture was too small for him. In Swift's verse, as in his life, we are conscious of a frustration. In prose he was free. Although there are poems 'which are as dreadful and as easy as though one of the major prophets had written vers de société', [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note he had something to give to English poetry that he never wholly gave.



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The unhappiness of Swift's life was in no small part chargeable against himself; and he added to it the misfortune of falling short of his friends, Pope, Prior, and Gay, in the poetic content of his work. But even at the worst, and when toiling under unnatural conditions, there is an occasional illumination which bids us remeber what manner of man he was.


But what does our proud Ign'rance Learning call,
   We odly Plato's Paradox make good,
Our Knowledge is but mere Remembrance all,
   Remembrance is our Treasure and our Food;
Nature's fair Table-book our tender Souls
We scrawl all o'er with old and empty Rules,
   Stale Memorandums of the Schools;
   For Learning's mighty Treasures look
      In that deep Grave a Book. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note

If this be Cowley, it is Cowley with a sombre power. But when Swift recognized the futility of unnatural pindarics, and turned, after a pause in which he seems hardly to have written verse at all, to a style more natural, he allowed the pendulum to swing too far, and fell into an opposite error. In a poem half-earnest, half-satire, he represents Apollo as appointing him vicegerent in Ireland, and bidding other poets to follow his example in rejecting similes and picturesque figures of speech.


   No Simile shall be begun,
With rising or with setting Sun:
   And let the secret Head of Nile
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
   When wretched Lovers live on Air,
I beg you'll the Camelion spare.
   And when you'd make a Heroe grander,
Forget he 's like a Salamander.
[.....]
   When you describe a lovely Girl,
No Lips of Coral Teeth of Pearl. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note

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These and the like phrases litter the 'beaten Paths' of poetry, the old stock-in-trade of those who make a business of it, for it is they only who deserve the name of poet. 'I do not call him a Poet that writes for his Diversion, any more than that Gentleman a Fidler, who amuses himself with a Violin.' [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note And Swift was not a poet by profession. He was constantly turning verses as a common part of his everyday life, so much so that no part of his writing is as complete an autobiography, and no part of his writing so calls for annotation. No part of his writing, furthermore, has been so neglected and mishandled by editors. Nearly two hundred years ago Deane Swift described the arrangement of the Dean's poetical writings as a 'heap of confusion'; [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note and little has since been done to improve matters. Sir Walter Scott loosely sorted the growing heap into smaller heaps; but Dr. Elrington Ball's essay on Swift's Verse was the first informed attempt to bring order where none had been.

The poems of Jonathan Swift have been undeservedly overshadowed. The perfection of his prose, the satirical and imaginative genius of A Tale of a Tub, Gulliver's Travels, and Polite Conversation, the incisive mastery of his political pamphlets have screened off his pages of verse. Nevertheless it must be recognized that his standing was within the circle of the Augustan poets; and in prose his range was far beyond their compass. In verse Pope was his superior.
In Pope, I cannot read a Line,
But with a Sigh, I wish it mine. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note Gay and Prior had a more lyrical gift. Swift's genius lay in the succession of Samuel Butler. Hudibras he knew by heart. But Butler's stream ran in a narrow channel through a monotonous country. His antipathies and sympathies were limited by a confined experience and limited responsiveness. Swift's powers of mind were far greater

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than Butler's; his experience of life was more complex; he knew more intimately the extremes of joy and pain, love and hate. The content of his verse shows a diversity Butler's lacks; his variations of theme and metre are frequent. Cadenus and Vanessa may want the porcelain elegance of The Rape of the Lock, but it is a definite achievement of sustained artifice and fancy. The metrical accomplishment and vigour of On Poetry: A Rapsody, which moved the admiration of contemporaries, are not less apparent to-day. No verse satire in English, or in any language, pierces, wounds, and scarifies like that of Swift. There was no warding off the thrust, whether the attack was personal, directed at Nottingham, Richard Tighe, Lord Allen, or Bettesworth, or general, against the ministry and parliamentary measures. And here there is all the wide range from a squib or lampoon of a few lines to lengthy and polished pieces like the Libel on Dr. Delany, or Epistle to Mr. Gay, or the typical social satire of The Journal of a Modern Lady, or, finally, the uncontrolled outburst of The Legion Club. Again, there is the everyday friendliness of his familiar verse, the addresses to Stella, to the Rochforts, Achesons, Sheridan, Delany, and other Irish friends, and the great Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, which are also of this order, if with a difference. And, yet again, is not Mrs. Harris's Petition one of the best of all colloquial pieces? Add to these the nonsense poems and frolics in rhyme, and we have not exhausted a variety which rarely falters or fails.

Swift's verse has been shabbily treated by his editors. Perhaps readers and critics may plead this neglect in excuse for theirs. Much of his verse is not readily, or completely, intelligible until ordered chronologically and annotated. If this be an admission that the chief interest of Swift's verse lies elsewhere than in poetic content, it is unnecessary to plead the contrary. Poetry is there, and the instinct to poetry, though trammelled and impeded. Further, the events of Swift's life, his character, his standing with his fellows, and his place in history can only be adequately

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interpreted if his verse is closely read and understood. Swift, like Marlborough, is not easily explicable. Each was an enigma to his contemporaries; and each has left to succeeding generations unsolved problems of life and character. If a better text and clearer arrangement of Swift's poems can serve to bring us a fuller knowledge of the author, the editor of these volumes will have been repaid for his long task. Lacunae there may be, and unavoidably; mistakes there must be; but, at the least, the attempt has been made to edit Swift's poetical writings by a standard they merited.


(ii)

The editor of Swift's verse is, from beginning to end, beset by the constant problem of determining the canon. The apocrypha spring like weeds choking the good seed. Omitting riddles and epigrams from separate enumeration, not less than one hundred and fifty attributions and suppositious pieces may be counted, over against two hundred and fifty genuine poems. During Swift's life, and after, any witty, grotesque, or indecent piece, of Irish origin and uncertain parentage, was ascribed to the great Dean of St. Patrick's, as if by a standing affiliation order. It is to the credit of Swift's earliest editors, Faulkner in Dublin, Hawkesworth, Deane Swift, and Sheridan in England, that they admitted comparatively few of the doubtful poems. Unfortunately, before Faulkner published his edition of the Works in 1735, the Swift and Pope Miscellanies of 1727-32, for which Pope was responsible as editor, included, without indication of authorship, pieces both in prose and verse written by others, as indeed their joint preface particularly informs the reader. These Miscellanies, reprinted from time to time, and extended, became the façade of all the London editions of the Works, until Sheridan, in 1784, removed to his seventeenth volume those pieces for which Swift was not directly or wholly responsible.



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In Bathurst's small octavo edition of the Miscellanies, 1742, an attempt was made to assign to Arbuthnot and Gay their parts. In the fourth volume, which contains the verse, fifty-four pieces out of a total of one hundred are marked with an asterisk, explained in a note---'Whatever are not mark'd with a Star, are Dr. Swift's.' This may, presumably, be taken also to mean that no piece marked with a star is Swift's. Many of those so marked are attributable to Pope.

This arrangement of the Miscellanies led to confusion and misunderstanding. Charles Ford admonished Swift that a careful edition of his Works was 'become absolutely necessary, since that jumble with Pope, etc., in three volumes', which put him 'in a rage' whenever he met with them. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note The first move in this direction came from Dublin with the publication of Faulkner's edition of the Works in four volumes, dated 1735. Although this edition aroused protests from Motte, the London bookseller, and adverse criticism from successive London editors, Hawkesworth, Sheridan, and even Nichols, the Dublin volumes, rather than Hawkesworth's 1755 volumes, merit the description of the 'earliest regular edition'. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note

Only two collections of Swift's writings issued before 1735 were authoritative, or recognized by him, the Miscellanies in Prose and Verse printed for John Morphew in 1711, and the Miscellanies in four volumes, 1727-32. The remaining pieces, scattered in pamphlet and broadsheet form, had been partially 'scraped up' by Curll and other publishers, together with 'trash' which Swift disowned. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note These unauthorized publications, together with the haphazard 1727-32 Miscellanies, became a source of confusion from which editors failed to escape.



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(iii)

As early as 1708 Swift began to draw up a list of occasional pieces suitable for publication in a miscellany volume. This was during a residence in London extending from 1707 to 1709. The list, written on the back of a letter directed to him in October, 1708, [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note contained, in addition to prose, nine verse pieces. The projected miscellany is referred to in Swift's correspondence, and in the Journal to Stella. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note From these references it appears that originally there was some thought of a preface by Steele; and that, although the volume finally appeared with Morphew's imprint, Benjamin Tooke was earlier busied with it. The book was published at the end of February, 1711. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note It contained the nine verse pieces proposed by Swift in 1708, and four others, or five if we count the verse portion of 'Merlin's Prophecy'. They are (1) 'Verses Wrote in a Lady's Ivory Table Book'; (2) 'Mrs. Harris's Petition'; (3) the ballad 'To the Tune of the Cutpurse'; (4) 'Vanbrug's House'; (5) 'The Description of a Salamander'; (6) 'Baucis and Philemon'; (7) 'To Mrs. Biddy Floyd'; (8) 'The History of Vanbrug's House'; (9) 'Elegy on Patrige'; (10) 'Apollo Outwitted'; (11) 'A Description of the Morning'; (12) 'A Description of a City Shower'; (13) 'Sid Hamet'. Five of these, (1), (3), (4), (5), and, apparently, (10), [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note were here printed for the first time. A second edition of these Miscellanies, dated 1713, was published by Morphew early in 1714. [Footnote 5: 1Kb] Open Note



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(iv)

Fifteen years passed before Swift was again moved to collect his scattered writings. His brief span of power and fame during the last four years of Queen Anne was over, and he had endured twelve years of separation from his English friends. In the summer of 1726 he visited England again; and during that visit he and Pope concerted a joint miscellany. After his return to Dublin we find him writing to Pope: 'I am mustering, as I told you, all the little things in verse that I think may be safely printed, but I give you despotic power to tear as many as you please.' [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note In February of the following year Pope was able to report, but it would seem prematurely, 'Our Miscellany is now quite printed'; [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note for the first two volumes did not appear till the latter part of June, [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note and his accompanying remarks give a completely erroneous description of the set as it was finally published. He speaks of 'this joint volume, in which methinks we look like friends side by side'. In the first volume, consisting wholly of prose, the only piece by Pope is the preface, jointly signed by Swift and himself. In the second volume, also prose, one piece only can be wholly assigned to Pope, with some further share in a series of pieces in which Arbuthnot, Gay, and Fortescue, as well as Swift, were represented. [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note And, further, Pope's statement that 'The third volume consists of verses' is evidence only of his intention at the time, for this volume, called 'The Last', did not appear till March, 1728, [Footnote 5: 1Kb] Open Note and contained, as well as verse, Pope's Art of Sinking in Poetry occupying over ninety pages. The truth is that Pope was not, as his letters might suggest, an equal partner in the venture. His contribution to the three volumes was far less than Swift's; he enjoyed any advantages to be derived from publication; and he reserved material for future use.



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The delay in the publication of the third (so-called 'Last') volume may also be attributed to Pope. Courthope suggests that, 'though ready', it was kept back 'in anticipation of the appearance of the "Dunciad"'. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note But the volume was certainly not ready, and, although delayed till March of the following year, it then appeared more than two months before the Dunciad. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note Pope evidently found himself with insufficient copy to fill out a third volume, unless, and for this he seems to have been unprepared, he drew upon his own resources. He fell back on Swift, who was during 1727 again in England, and for a visit extending from April to September, over six months. In July Swift, then at Twickenham, wrote to Sheridan for a copy of the verses addressed to Stella on her collecting his poems, as these, although he did not propose to print them entire, were wanted to enlarge the miscellany. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note Pope, however, succeeded in obtaining much more additional copy. The particular poem was printed in full, and six other Stella pieces also appeared, including even the verses written for her birthday 1726-7. 'It might excite surprise at any time', writes Dr. Ball, 'that Swift could have borne the publication of these verses, but especially so when he believed her to be dying and was writing to Sheridan in an agony of affliction. The only explanation seems to be that Swift had delivered himself in his infatuation for Pope completely into his hands. Pope is recorded to have said that he wished the verses to Stella had never been written, but none the less he had the power to prevent their inclusion in the Miscellanies and did not use it.' [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note It may be questioned, however, whether Pope is accurately reported; and Dr. Ball's suggestion that Swift was a puppet in his hands cannot be entertained. We, at least, have good reason to be thankful that the Stella verses were included in the Miscellanies.



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The volume, as finally published, contained as Swift's contribution the thirteen verse pieces included in the Miscellanies of 1711, 'Cadenus and Vanessa', the Stella poems, the imitation of Horace addressed to Oxford in 1713, the imitation of Hoc erat, 'The South-Sea', 'New-gate's Garland' (if by Swift), 'Prometheus', 'Corinna', 'The Quidnuncki's' (if by Swift), 'Phyllis: Or the Progress of Love', 'The Progress of Poetry', 'The Progress of Beauty', 'Pethox the Great', 'Epilogue to a Play for the Benefit of the Weavers', the 'Epitaph on a Miser' (Demar), and 'On Dreams'. Swift was evidently prepared to make even further contributions; [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note but apparently these came too late to the printer's hand. In the result the 'Last' volume bears all the marks of editorial and printing indecision. It falls into three sections, each with a separate register and pagination: (1) 'The Art of Sinking in Poetry'; (2) 'Cadenus and Vanessa'; (3) miscellaneous verses by Swift, Pope, and others.


(v)

Miscellanies. The Last Volume was published a few weeks after Stella's death on the 28th of January, 1727-8. New-formed friendships with the Achesons and Leslies, and long summer visits to Market Hill, 1728-29-30, served to fill Swift's time and occupy his mind in the first years of bereavement. From the autumn of 1730 to the fateful decay of his mental powers he became more and more of a recluse, immured in the large and bare deanery house. But these six years, 1731-6, saw the composition of several of his greatest poems. If the number declined, and more rapidly towards the end, in wit, in power of invective, and in versification, there was, in the major pieces, gain rather than loss, until the terrible 'Legion Club' (1736) finished the tale of his greater poems.

In these latter years his Irish friends, including even Sheridan and Delany, became less to him; and several of

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his English friends were removed. Congreve died on 19 January, 1729; Gay died on 4 December, 1732; and the news of Arbuthnot's death, 27 February, 1735, struck him to the heart. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note As he withdrew himself from social life his poems began to owe less to the passing occasion, and to become more general in character. Furthermore, in these years three important groups of collected poems saw the light. The story of their publication, severally associated with the names of Pope, Pilkington, and Faulkner, is, in each instance, complicated by some uncertainty and mystery. The three groups are:


(1)A further volume of the Miscellanies, called 'The Third', edited by Pope, and published in 1732 with the joint imprint of Benjamin Motte and Lawton Gilliver.
(2)On Poetry: A Rapsody, 1733; An Epistle to a Lady, ... Also a Poem, Occasion'd by Reading Dr. Young's Satires, 1734; A Beautiful Young Nymph. ... To which are added, Strephon and Chloe. And Cassinus and Peter, 1734. These six poems, appearing in three separate publications, were, in August, 1733, conveyed by Mrs. Barber to Matthew Pilkington, then in London. He was responsible for negotiating their publication; and was also concerned in the publication by Roberts, through Motte, of The Life and Genuine Character of Dr. Swift, 1733.
(3)The second volume of Faulkner's 1735 four-volume edition of Swift's Works. In the publication of this important collection Faulkner received assistance not only from the Dean's friends, but from Swift himself.

The story of Pilkington's connexion with the pieces named under (2) can best be followed in the introductory notes to each poem; but (1) and (3) call for fuller discussion.



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(vi)

Three volumes of the Swift and Pope Miscellanies, distinguished as 'First', 'Second', and 'Last', had been published in 1727-8. During the summer of 1732 Pope projected a further volume and applied to Swift for copy. On 12 June Swift wrote in reply to a letter of Pope's which has been lost, naming those issues of The Intelligencer [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note written by him, and giving a list of pieces in prose and verse composed 'since I left you'. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note The verse pieces enumerated by him are 'a Libel on Dr. Delany and Lord Carteret, a Letter to Dr. Delany on the Libels writ against him, the Barrack (a stolen copy), the Lady's Journal, the Lady's Dressing-room (a stolen copy), [and] the [Place] of the Damned (a stolen copy). ... Besides these there are five or six, perhaps more, papers of verses writ in the North, but perfect family things, two or three of which may be tolerable, the rest but indifferent, and the humour only local, and some that would give offence to the times'. It is evident that several letters relating to the publication of this volume have been lost; but Pope, it is clear, was too much concerned with the commercial side of the transaction, and paid too little regard to Swift's feelings in the matter. He intended originally to issue the volume through Lawton Gilliver, his new publisher, but deferred so far to Motte, on account of his previous association with Swift, that the two names were joined on the imprint. The volume was published at the beginning of October, 1732. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note A month later, on 4 November, Swift wrote to tell Motte that 'two copies of the last Miscellany' had just reached him. He was annoyed to find that Pope had taken his own course in selecting the verse, with the result that 'almost six-sevenths of the whole verse part in the book' was his, and chosen with insufficient regard for the list he

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had sent Pope in June. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note He was particularly aggrieved that the 'Libel on Delany', which he considered the best thing he had written, was omitted. Much the greater part of the volume consisted of prose, followed by one hundred pages of verse, paged separately, containing the following pieces by Swift: (1) 'The Journal of a Modern Lady'; (2) 'The Country Life'; (3) 'On Cutting down the Old Thorn at Market-Hill'; (4) 'A Pastoral Dialogue'; (5) 'Mary the Cook-Maid's Letter to Dr. Sheridan'; (6) 'A Dialogue between Mad Mullinix and Timothy'; (7) 'Epigram On seeing a worthy Prelate go out of Church'; (8) 'Dr. Sw---to Mr. P---e, While he was writing the Dunciad'; (9) 'A Soldier and a Scholar'; (10) 'To Doctor D---1---y on the Libels Writ against him'. There were, in addition, three short poems and a few epigrams not by Swift.

Furthermore, in the prose section of the volume Pope had printed several pieces disowned by Swift; and it is hardly to be wondered at that Swift found difficulty in reconciling himself to such negligent and inconsiderate editorial practices. On 9 December he wrote again to Motte to express his dissatisfaction, complaining, though hardly with justification, that his part in the verses was 'very uncorrect'. He went on to say he had reason to believe certain Dublin 'printers will collect all they think to be mine, and print them by subscription, which I will neither encourage nor oppose'. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note This was the first hint of Faulkner's edition of the Works, a project which soon began to take more definite shape.


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Meanwhile, as Pope's volume was in course of preparation, Matthew Pilkington, a young Irish clergyman, was, with Swift's recognition, negotiating the publication of a rival volume. This transaction was distinct from the publication through Pilkington, in 1733-4, of the pieces

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conveyed to him by Mrs. Barber. Once again, for want of all the papers and correspondence, the affair is not wholly clear.

As noted above, on 12 June, 1732, Swift sent to Pope a list of pieces suitable for the miscellany volume in preparation. A month later [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note he wrote to Motte, in answer to a letter which has not been preserved, but which evidently related to Pope's desire to relegate Motte to a secondary position. In this letter Swift affirms categorically that (a) he wished Motte alone to issue anything published with his consent when alive, or with the consent of his executors after his death; (b) he intended to entrust any posthumous pieces to Pope with a recommendation that Motte alone should be employed in their publication; (c) he hoped also that anything he acknowledged and approved during his life should be published by Motte 'by themselves', provided it turned to his advantage; (d) Motte was authorized to emphasize these points to Pope.

Within a week of this letter, however, on 22 July, Swift executed a surprising document assigning 'all manner of right' in his 'scattered papers, in prose and verse, for three or four years last past' to Matthew Pilkington. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note Following upon this assignment Pilkington wrote to Bowyer on 17 August to say that the Dean was reading over 'two or three of those papers' to see if any revision was necessary. He inquired whether Bowyer possessed copies of 'The Journal of a Dublin Lady, The Ballad on the English Dean, and Rochford's Journal, because you shall have the copies sent to you and the property effectually secured'. He added: 'The Dean says

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he thinks the assignment as full as it is possible for him to write; but that he will comply with any alterations we think proper.' This was sufficiently comprehensive and definite. On the 28th of the same month he informed Bowyer that the parcel of pamphlets with the Dean's corrections had been dispatched, and promised shortly to forward 'another pamphlet at least, and a new assignment from the Dean'. He also reported that Swift had 'received a letter from Mr. Pope and Mr. Motte; but neither have been of the least disadvantage to my request'. He added: 'I desire that you will insist upon your right by the assignment I formerly sent; and let Mr. Motte shew you anything under the Dean's hand which will invalidate it!' He appended to this letter a list of 'some of' the pieces in prose and verse which Bowyer was entitled to print. The verse pieces were: (1) 'The Barrack'; (2) 'An Ode to Ireland from Horace'; (3) 'A Libel on Dr. Delany and Ld. Carteret'; (4) 'To Dr. Delany on the Libels against him'; (5) 'O'Rourk'; (6) 'The Dressing-room'; (7) 'The Journal at Rochford's'; (8) 'The Thorn'; (9) 'Poem on the English Dean'; (10) 'Journal of a Dublin Lady'; and any pieces from The Intelligencer which were by Swift. It will be seen that this list misses only one piece, 'The Place of the Damn'd', of those Swift named to Pope in his letter of 12 June, 1732. On the other hand, (2), (3), (5), (6), and (9) were not included in the volume edited by Pope.

By this time Pope had become aware of what was going on. He adopted a characteristic method of conveying a reproach. On 28 August, 1732, the Duchess of Queensberry and Gay wrote a joint letter to Swift, in the course of which Gay quoted a paragraph from a letter of Pope's containing the complaint that 'Motte and another idle fellow, I find, have been writing to the Dean to get him to give them some copyright, which surely he will not be so indiscreet as to do, when he knows my design, and has done these two months and more'. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note He suggested,

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further, that the Dean was acting unadvisedly in committing his affairs to 'mercenaries'. Gay also added a line of caution. To this letter Swift made no response till 3 October; and, unfortunately, that part of his reply in which he promised 'two or three full answers' to Pope's complaint has not been preserved. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note It seems evident, however, that he was in no mood of conciliation. Two days later Pilkington conveyed his right, under Swift's assignment of 22 June, to William Bowyer, thus empowering him to make what use he would of the Dean's scattered writings. It was then, however, too late to proceed. Miscellanies. The Third Volume had just been published by Motte and Gilliver.

All the facts are not before us, and the correspondence between Swift and Pope, relating to the publication of the 1732 volume of Miscellanies, has been, for the most part, destroyed; but so far as these tortuous transactions can be followed, they reflect no credit on either Pope or Swift. Pope's chief interest seems to have been a display of editorial activity at little personal sacrifice. He cut down to narrow limits his own contribution to the forthcoming volume, at the same time playing off Gilliver against Motte to draw the best fee he could from the publisher, or publishers. Motte, aggrieved at the attempt to pass him over, must have written to Swift insinuating, probably, that Pope was negotiating with little regard to the Dean's interest. Swift's letter of 15 July [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note was a reply to Motte's complaint; and thereupon, also, to forestall Pope's volume, he commissioned Pilkington to treat with Bowyer. By this secret transaction he hoped, no doubt, to checkmate Pope, pleading ignorance if necessary, bestow a kindness on his protégé the young Irish clergyman, and regain control over the publication of his writings. As it proved, nothing came of the scheme. Pilkington's and Bowyer's methods were too dilatory; whereas they should have made the utmost speed to publish their volume first.



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To George Faulkner, [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note the Dublin bookseller and printer, belongs the credit of first realizing that the time had come for a standard edition of the Dean's works. The plan took shape in his mind towards the end of 1732, or the beginning of 1733. In a letter dated 16 February, 1732-3, commending Faulkner to Lord Oxford, Swift referred to the Dublin printer's project as 'a work that very much discontents me', although he admitted that he would rather have it fall into his hands 'than any other's on this side'. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note The hint of a Dublin edition reached Pope, and possibly aroused a fear that he would be deprived of writings which might be used in a further volume of Miscellanies. On 1 May, 1733, Swift wrote to say that a printer in Dublin intended to publish 'my works, as he called them, in four volumes by subscription', despite his own expressed disfavour and preference for a London edition. 'Much of this discourse passed,' he continues, 'and he goes on with the matter, wherein I determined not to intermeddle.' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Swift may have regarded Faulkner's proceedings with qualified approval; he would probably have preferred a London edition; but he certainly exaggerated the degree of his indifference.

Faulkner went forward but slowly. In August, 1734, Oxford inquired why publication had been so long delayed. [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note Swift artlessly explained that he was not interested, that, indeed the whole affair was a 'great vexation' to him, that Faulkner was dependent upon others for copy, and that delays had arisen through his ordering 'certain things to be struck out after they were printed'. [Footnote 5: 1Kb] Open Note More than six months later Lord Carteret had not received the copies for which he had subscribed. [Footnote 6: 1Kb] Open Note The four volumes were, however, issued about this time. During 1733 and 1734 Faulkner made a practice of appending to his various

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publications a lengthy advertisement [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of his intention to publish in four volumes 'all the Works that are generally allowed to have been written' by Swift. Subscriptions were invited and delivery promised upon dates which proved to be continuously movable, as were also the dates given for the closing of the subscription lists. In January, 1735, however, the complete set was at last published, [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note and attracted an unexpected notoriety, for in the Dublin Gazette of 15-19 April Faulkner advertised a reward for the detection of persons who had stolen copies from his warehouse to hawk them in the streets.

After publication Swift continued to pretend a displeasure with Faulkner. Writing to William Pulteney, 12 May, 1735, he repeated his earlier observations upon 'some volumes of what are called my Works', protesting that the printer 'consulted some friends, who were readier to direct him than I desired they should'. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note He affirmed categorically to Motte that, 'Mr. Faulkner in printing those volumes did what I much disliked, and yet what was not in my power to hinder, and all my friends pressed him to print them, and gave him what manuscript copies they had occasionally gotten from me'. [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note Nevertheless when Motte, who considered himself to have a prior claim to the Dean's writings, filed a bill in Chancery to stop the sale of Faulkner's edition in England, Swift wrote sternly to his English bookseller asserting that Irish printers were morally, if not legally, justified in trying to sell their publications in England. [Footnote 5: 1Kb] Open Note

These and other references by Swift to Faulkner's edition of his writings are, at the least, equivocal. He protests overmuch. Faulkner consulted him in the first

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instance; he knew that friends were furnishing Faulkner with copy; yet he pretends an inability to stay either him or them. It was but a part of his ingrained habit of dissociating himself from the open publication of his own writings.

There is, on the other hand, evidence, internal and external, which leaves no doubt that Swift was trying to conceal the real measure of his co-operation with Faulkner. The evidence, so far as it relates to the third volume of the Works, containing Gulliver's Travels, shows that Swift wrote to his friends for a manuscript list of errata and a corrected copy of Motte's edition, with the intention of allowing Faulkner to make use of them. There are further corrections in the text of Faulkner's third volume which could have come, directly or indirectly, only from the author. Swift's co-operation with the printer of the third volume is beyond a doubt. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note It is hardly likely that where assistance went far with one volume it was withheld from the other three; and an examination of their text supports this inference. In the second volume, which contains the poems, corrections are embodied which Swift made with his own hand in a copy of the Miscellanies, 1727-32. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note Furthermore a set of Faulkner's edition, in six volumes, appears in the sale catalogue of Swift's library, lot number 486, marked as annotated by the Dean himself. This set is, possibly, that now in the Shirley library, Lough Fea, co. Monaghan, Ireland. The second volume has a number of corrections in Swift's hand. These are quite unimportant, relating chiefly to printer's errors and the like, and suggest that he approved both of Faulkner's selection and text.

In a letter written to Pope, 8 July, 1733, Swift drops into an important admission: 'As to the printing of my

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things going on here, it is an evil I cannot prevent. I shall not be a penny the richer. Some friends correct the errors, and now and then I look on them for a minute or two.' [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note This can be read only as a confession that he sometimes examined the proof-sheets. Orrery, who knew Swift well in his later years, has a more circumstantial story: 'Faulkner's edition, at least the four first volumes of it (for there are now eight) were published, by the permission and connivance, if not by the particular appointment of the Dean himself.' [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note And later he grows more explicit: 'The four first volumes were published by subscription, and every sheet of them was brought to the Dean for his revisal and correction. The two next were published in the same manner. ... In the publication of the six first volumes, the situation and arrangement of each particular piece, in verse and prose, was left entirely to the editor. In that point, the Dean either could not, or would not give him the least assistance. The dates were often guessed at.' [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note The last remark is interesting, for it aptly fits the second volume containing the verses. Some of the dates are clearly wrong, and the result of pure guess-work. If we allow something for exaggeration, Orrery's evidence cannot be wholly set aside; and some years later it was emphatically corroborated by Deane Swift, who states that the first four volumes 'were actually revised and corrected by Swift himself, as indeed were afterwards the two subsequent volumes, printed by Faulkner in the year 1738: and, what is very surprising, these six volumes, as far as they run, are still by many degrees, notwithstanding they want at present many illustrations, the best edition of the Dr.'s Works now extant. If any one doubt this, let him compare Cadenus and Vanessa, or the poem on the South-Sea Project, as printed by Faulkner, with the English edition; especially the latter.' [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note The statement is clear; the examples cited

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are to the point. Nevertheless Faulkner's edition has been depreciated, its textual value overlooked for nearly two centuries, owing to the jealousy with which it was regarded by the English booksellers, furthered by a bitter but ignorant and misguided attack made upon it by Hawkesworth, in 1755, in the Preface to his edition of the Dean's Works issued in London by Bathurst and others.

Swift's admissions, the testimony of Orrery and Deane Swift, and the nature of the textual revisions, combine to give to Faulkner's first six volumes a semi-authoritative character. And Faulkner's prefaces are a further testimony in his favour. These are skilfully phrased, discreetly reserved, and may, very probably, have been written by Swift himself. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note 'The Publisher's Preface' to the set, appearing in the first volume, repeats in similar words Swift's remarks upon the edition in his letters. The 'supposed Author', we are told, was almost indifferent to the fate of any 'Copies of Verses' he ever wrote, which had, for the most part, found their way into print from transcripts made by friends. The 'supposed Author' could not be prevailed on by argument to lend assistance in the preparation of the new edition, although it was represented to him that disagreements between different booksellers on the question of partnership rights would prevent the publication of a full edition in London, that literary property was not recognized in Ireland, and that, failing Faulkner, a less desirable printer would seize upon his works. He would not, however, do more than permit some friends to revise proofs, and occasionally offer an opinion himself. In the 'Advertisement' prefixed to the volume of poems we are told that 'Our Intentions were to print the Poems according to the Time they were writ in; but

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we could not do it so exactly as we desired, because we could never get the least Satisfaction in that or many other Circumstances from the supposed Author.' The style of these prefaces strongly resembles Swift's; and several of the phrases ring familiarly like those in his letters in which he had affected indifference to the whole project.

It seems plain that Faulkner was precluded from professing any direct communication with the author. And for years he loyally accepted a pose which cannot have been to his liking. A charge of piratical practices, however, stung him, and in 1744 he published a notice in his Dublin Journal declaring that his edition of the Dean's Works was published at the request of Swift's friends, that 'the Author was pleased to consent, and was so kind as to correct the whole work, ready for printing, and, in order to have them appear in the most accurate manner, the Author was pleased to revise every Proof Sheet'. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note Years later, after Hawkesworth's attack, he repeated this statement, affirming that it was his practice to attend the Dean and read aloud from the proof-sheets, not only to the author but to two men servants, 'Which, if they did not comprehend, he would alter and amend, until they understood it perfectly well, and then would say, This will do; for I write to the Vulgar, more than to the Learned. Not satisfied with this Preparation for the Press, he corrected every Sheet of the first seven Volumes that were published in this Life Time, desiring the Editor to write Notes, being much younger than the Dean, acquainted with most of the Transactions of his Life.'

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If Faulkner's later preface, which is directed against Hawkesworth and the London booksellers, be suspected of overstating the measure of Swift's co-operation, the earlier prefaces, probably written by Swift himself, as definitely understate it. Faulkner's edition of the Works,

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so far as the first six [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note volumes are concerned, was secretly recognized by the author, and at least partially revised by him. In the third volume, Gulliver's Travels, revision was extensive; in the second volume, with which we are here concerned, it was more casual and desultory, nevertheless definitely apparent, as a study of the textual apparatus will show.

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Faulkner's second volume, containing the Poetical Works, more than doubled the quantity of Swift's verse gathered in the miscellany volumes of 1711 and 1727-32. Among pieces of importance here first collected were, 'The Fable of Midas', 'To the Earl of Peterborough', 'The Description of an Irish Feast', 'Stella at Wood-Park', 'A Receipt to restore Stella's Youth', 'A Pastoral Dialogue between Richmond-Lodge and Marble-Hill', four of the Market Hill poems, poems relating to Wood's coinage and Irish politics, the epistle 'To Mr. Gay', 'On Mr. Pulteney being put out of the Council', 'The Place of the Damn'd', and the poems published in London, 1733-4, through the agency of Pilkington. Here also appeared 'A Libel on Dr. Delany and Lord Carteret', omitted from the Miscellanies by Pope, although Moore included it in his slender volume of Swift Miscellanies, 1734. Faulkner's claim, in the 'Advertisement' to his second volume, that he had rejected what was not by Swift in the Miscellanies and added 'above a

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third Part, which was never collected before
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Indications of editorial work, which proceeded while the volume was in the press, carry a suggestion of the author's rather than the publisher's hand. O8 is cancelled by O, pp. 207-8. Further signs of cancellation appear at Z, pp. 343-4, Aa, pp. 357-8, Bb2, pp. 371-2, Bb, pp. 379-80. In each of these instances the recto or verso of the starred leaf has a prefatory note to the poem, or poems, following. It seems most probable that these notes were written by Swift, and that the original leaves were cancelled to admit the insertion or recasting of the notes. T5-T8, pp. 281-8, representing the earlier part of 'A Panegyrick on the Dean', appears also to have been replaced by a cancel half-sheet signed T.

Faulkner published his edition of Swift's Works concurrently in octavo and duodecimo formats. 'Prometheus' was inadvertently omitted from the second volume of the octavo edition, and inserted at the close of the fourth volume. It appears in the proper volume in the duodecimo edition. There was, apparently, a greater demand for the octavo edition of the Poetical Works than for the other three volumes, for it was published separately in a new edition in 1737, with the addition of 'Prometheus' and a reshuffling of the order in which the pieces were printed. This 1737 volume was followed as a model throughout subsequent Faulkner editions. In 1746 (vol. viii) more poems were added; and more again in 1762-3. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note


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The successive Miscellanies issued by Samuel Fairbrother are the only other Dublin editions of Swift's verse which call for notice. In 1728 he published two piratical volumes of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, called 'The Second Edition', taken, with some changes and slight

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additions, from the three volumes edited by Pope in 1727. 'The Third Edition' of these two volumes was published in 1732, followed, in 1733, by 'The Second Edition' of a third volume, reproducing, with some additions, Pope's 1732 volume of Miscellanies. Faulkner's edition of the Works in 1735 gave Fairbrother a further opportunity to pilfer, which he seized upon by publishing Vol. IV. of the Miscellanies ... To which are added Several other Poems by the same Author, many of which are Printed from Original Manuscripts, not in any former Edition ... 1735. This volume contained an unblushing preface in which Fairbrother announced that he had extracted from the 'Author's Works, in Four Volumes 8vo' pieces not in his own edition for 'the Accommodation of all those Gentlemen' who were supplied with his first three volumes. And he repeated the claim made on his title-page that several poems 'never before Printed' had been added 'from the D---ns own Original Manuscripts'. A first instinct is to dismiss this for the usual puff of a piratical bookseller; but there is substance in Fairbrother's claim.

The first poem printed in the verse section of Fairbrother's fourth volume is a pindaric 'Ode to the King on his Irish Expedition'. Swift is known to have written a poem on this subject. Deane Swift tells us he had seen it, and that it was written in a 'Pindarique way'. The 'Ode to King William' which has found its way into Swift's Works, on the authority of Nichols, is not a pindaric, and it seems most probable that the poem printed by Fairbrother is authentic. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note Fairbrother's volume also printed for the first time a number of trifles in verse passing between Swift and his Irish friends, two of which are presented in an arrangement which differs from that of the accepted versions. In addition there are four trifling pieces hitherto not printed elsewhere. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note It seems most likely that Fairbrother had access to the manuscript collection now in the library of Trinity College, Dublin,

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The London booksellers had long been aware of Faulkner's project. Motte, as has been noted, complained of it to Swift; but neither he nor Lawton Gilliver, with whom he was joined in the publication of the 1732 volume of Miscellanies, appears to have taken sufficiently active steps to protect their common commercial interests, unless Motte thought he had gone far enough by filing a bill in Chancery. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note Or they may have delegated the work to Charles Davis, who, as early as the end of January, or beginning of February, 1735, [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note published a fifth and supplementary volume of Miscellanies, in Prose and Verse, in which full use was made of Faulkner's four volumes. It is clear that he was working from advance sheets, whether with, or without, Faulkner's knowledge.

If we confine our attention to the verse only we find that Davis omitted several poems contained in Faulkner's second volume. These he printed in a supplement, as A Collection of Poems, &c. Omitted in the Fifth Volume of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, with pagination in sequence, and intended to be bound up with 'Volume the Fifth'. In the 'Advertisement' to his supplement Davis frankly admitted that the 'Copy of the Dublin Edition' transmitted to him 'from the Press' was not as complete as 'the Editor afterwards thought fit to make it'. Davis's omissions cannot be satisfactorily explained by the lack of specific sheets as they were gathered in Faulkner's second volume; but we know that this volume underwent revision in the press, and it is possible that alterations, now indistinguisable by us, may be reflected in Davis's publication.



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The four volumes published in 1735 presented a more complete body of verse than prose, for although, during the next thirty years, Faulkner extended the Works to twenty volumes, the additions in verse, though numerous, occupied a comparatively inconsiderable space. These additions immediately found their way into the London trade editions. To trace the extension of the verse canon, step by step, in this introduction would serve little purpose and occupy needless space. The Bibliographical Summary provides a working check-list of collected editions. Furthermore the textual and bibliographical notes accompanying each poem, or group of poems, as arranged in this edition, show how and when additions were made.

Both in London and Dublin Swift's Works commanded a sale; and the trade on one side, Faulkner on the other, continued to reprint and extend. The Miscellanies begun by Pope, supplemented by Davis's borrowings from Faulkner in 1735, were continued volume by volume by the London booksellers. Miscellanies. The Tenth Volume, published by Dodsley in 1745, added the 'Ode to the Athenian Society', the 'Ode to Temple', and some lesser pieces. Miscellanies. ... The Eleventh Volume, 1746, carrying the imprint of four members of the trade, drew upon Faulkner's eighth volume published earlier in the same year. These Miscellanies were variously reprinted until the booksellers commissioned Dr. Hawkesworth to edit a definitive set of the Dean's Works in opposition to that of Faulkner. The result was the handsome but indifferently edited volumes of 1755, which were published as six in

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quarto, or twelve in octavo, [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note The first continuation of this set came in 1762-4 (vol. vii, 4to; xiii and xiv, 8vo), when William Bowyer reprinted pieces in prose and verse which had been collected and published by Faulkner in 1762.

So far the London booksellers had, in the main, been dependent upon appropriations from Faulkner; but in 1765 Deane Swift carried the English edition further with vol. viii, 4to, vols. xv and xvi, 8vo, in which several important poems appeared for the first time. Thus matters stood when John Nichols, that great printer, chronicler, and literary commentator, began, among his many labours, his long task of making additions to Swift's Works. Between twenty and thirty verse pieces were added by him in the volume of 1775. In his Supplement, 1776 and 1779, he gathered together many poems by Swift and 'his Friends', a medley which has encouraged unfortunate conjectural attributions. Nichols, an untiring worker, was by no means a careful editor, but he brought genuine enthusiasm to his self-appointed task of presenting a complete collection of Swift's writings.

The result of these disconnected printing and editorial labours, extending over twenty-four years, was an irregular and disordered edition, running to twenty-five octavo volumes, in which shares were held by five different sets of proprietors. After some opposition an arrangement was reached with the shareholders for an amalgamation; and Thomas Sheridan, the son of Swift's friend, was commissioned to write a life of the Dean and compile a regular edition of his Works. He was to receive £300 for the Life, and £300 more as an editor. The whole, embodying the contents of the previous trade editions and the accumulations of Nichols, sorted into a better semblance of order, appeared in seventeen volumes, 1784. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note



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Within a few years the indefatigable Nichols produced a supplement to Sheridan's edition, Miscellaneous Pieces, In Prose and Verse. ... Not inserted in Mr. Sheridan's Edition of the Dean's Works, published by Charles Dilley in 1789. Most of the verse additions in this volume were minor Swiftiana; but the 'Ode to King William on his Successes in Ireland', previously printed, as Swift's, by Nichols in his Select Collection of Poems, was here included with the works, and three early odes, 'To Sancroft', 'To Congreve', and that 'Occasioned by Sir William Temple's Late Illness', here first appeared in print, with a note stating that they were taken 'from an authentic Manuscript fairly and correctly written out as if intended for the 'Press'. No trace of this manuscript survives; nor is it affirmed to have been in Swift's hand, although the poems are certainly his. The 'Ode to King William', as noted above, [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note is probably a mistaken ascription.

In 1801 the London booksellers invited Nichols to prepare a new edition incorporating his further collections and notes. This appeared in the same year, in nineteen volumes, embodying Sheridan's Life and following the general outline of the 1784 edition. Nichols's additions are, for the most part, to be found in vols. xviii and xix. This edition was republished in twenty-four volumes, 1804, and in nineteen volumes, 1808. The 1808 edition was indebted to suggestions from Malone and to the researches of Barrett's Essay on the Earlier Part of the Life of Swift. [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note

To John Nichols's immense industry and energy all students of eighteenth-century literature, biography, and printing owe a large debt. In addition to many other activities he busied himself with Swift over a period of nearly fifty years; and there is an irony, which he felt himself, in the fact that his last edition was so quickly supplanted by that of Sir Walter Scott, who, as he remarks caustically, 'having made a solid breakfast on John Dryden, conceived the idea of a pleasant dinner and

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supper on Jonathan Swift; which, from the entertainment I had prepared, he found a task of no great difficulty'. And it was a bitter reflection that Scott, who, in a 'brief compliment', could not even spell Nichols's name correctly, received for his one edition thirty times the remuneration the latter 'had received, or expected' for three. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note


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The anecdotal and other additions of Wilson's Swiftiana, 1804, were not of special importance; but both Nichols, in 1808, and Scott, in 1814, regarded the contributions of John Barrett, eccentric Greek scholar and Vice-Provost of Trinity College, Dublin, with unnecessary respect. The Essay on the Earlier Part of the Life of Swift was published in 1808 with a prefatory 'Advertisement' by Nichols. Barrett's Essay supplies interesting details from the registers of Trinity College, Dublin, relative to Swift's residence there. It proceeds to ascribe to Swift, upon strained evidence which Scott himself questioned, the composition of a Tripos [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note pronounced in the college in July, 1688. The text of the Tripos Barrett extracted from the manuscript collection in the library of Trinity College known as The Whimsical Medley; [Footnote 3: 2Kb] Open Note


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The aggrieved Nichols characterized Scott's edition of Swift as 'somewhat similar' to his, and 'consisting of the same number of volumes' compiled by 'a neat shuffling of the cards'. The description is only just in so far as it is fair to admit that so extensive was the work done for Swift by Nichols that all editors must, from time to time, turn to him. Scott's acknowledgement might have been more generous. But the fact remains that his edition, carried through with the extraordinary pace he commanded, is even now, in some respects, the most useful working set of the Dean's complete writings. The letters have been superseded by Dr. Elrington Ball's great edition of the Correspondence; the prose-writings have been re-edited by Temple Scott; single works have been documented with a research to which Scott made no pretence; but, taken as a whole, his editions of 1814 and 1824 have not yet been displaced. The verse, especially, may be better consulted there than in the more recent edition of W. E. Browning, which, if it adds something to our knowledge, makes no attempt at a revision of the canon, is unreliable textually, is less complete than Scott, and is sometimes misleading.

Scott claimed, in the 'Advertisement' to his edition of 1814, to have included over one hundred letters, essays, and poems not previously printed as a part of Swift's Works. These were drawn from manuscript communications and collections received from Theophilus Swift, son of Deane Swift, Major Tickell, a grandson of Tickell the poet, Leonard Macnally, the discreditable Irish barrister and playwright, the Rev. Edward Berwick, who furnished the correspondence between Swift and Vanessa [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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Thomas Steele, a nephew of the Rev. John Lyon who had charge of Swift's person during the last years, W. M. Hartstonge, and others. The verse, with some attempt at arrangement by subject-matter, appears in vols. x, xiii, xiv, and xv. Poems additional to those printed in previous editions appear chiefly in the tenth volume. Verse ascriptions also appear in the Appendix to vol. i, including suggestions by Barrett from The Whimsical Medley, and other poems from the same source.

In his second edition Scott made some rearrangement of the contents and inserted additions from papers of Theophilus Swift, [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note which were saved by James Smith. These papers, bound in two folio volumes, are now in the Huntington Library, San Marino, California. But the passages deleted from 'On Poetry: A Rapsody', [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note which are added in footnotes to Scott's second edition, do not appear to have been among these papers, and, unfortunately, he gives no indication of the source from which he derived them.

Scott's edition was hurried, and no endeavour was made to present a faithful text. Careful collation was not, in his day, regarded as part of an editor's duty. But, despite all shortcomings, his editions of Swift, together with those of Nichols, are of permanent value to the critic and scholar as well as good library sets for the general reader. Roscoe's slighting observations upon Scott are not without justification if we adopt an exacting standard, but his own popular edition of Swift in two ungainly volumes, 1841, can scarcely be accepted as an improvement; nor is there much evidence of the research and collation which he professed.

The text, the canon, and the arrangement of Swift's verse, as these were left by Scott, were appropriated in the handy Aldine Edition of the Poetical Works, 1833-4, and its reprints, and persist, with some modifications and additions, in the Poems as edited by W. E. Browning in two volumes, 1910, which were published to accompany Temple Scott's edition of the Prose Works.



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The extent and character of supplementary researches since the time of Scott, which throw light upon the canon and text of Swift's verse, are set out fully in their appropriate contexts, and here need only be summarized.

In 1849 Sir W. R. Wilde published his Closing Years of Dean Swift's Life. He was the first to make use of an interleaved copy of Harward's Almanack [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note and of a folio volume [Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note of manuscripts and broadsides now in the Huntington Library. He was, however, mistaken in supposing the writing in either volume to be in Swift's autograph, he was not an accurate transcriber, he was too ready in his attributions, and his work cannot be accepted as it stands.

In 1875 John Forster published the first, and only, volume of his Life of Swift in which he gave some account of discoveries he had made among the Fountaine papers at Narford. [Footnote 3: 1Kb] Open Note His statement was by no means complete. These manuscripts are now in the Pierpont Morgan Library, New York.

In the Gentleman's Magazine for June, 1882, cclii. 731-43, Churton Collins printed the 'Holyhead Journal' from the manuscript in the Forster Collection, South Kensington. In the same year this piece appeared as Appendix IX to Craik's Life of Swift. [Footnote 4: 1Kb] Open Note

Swift's Verse: An Essay, written by that true scholar, Dr. F. Elrington Ball, was the first genuine attempt to arrange the poems in their chronological order and to link them with the story of Swift's life. For this Dr. Ball was peculiarly fitted by his wide knowledge of Anglo-Irish history. It may be, as he declares in his preface, and as he confessed to the present writer, that 'circumstances rather than inclination' connected him with Swift; but, embarked on the task which fell to him, he carried it

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through in his great edition of the Correspondence and in his essay on the verse as no one else could have done.

In 1935 Professor D. Nichol Smith, in his edition of the Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford, printed from the Ford papers two poems, 'The Bubble' and 'To Charles Ford Esq.r on his Birth-day', surviving in Swift's autograph, and four poems by Swift transcribed by Ford. [Footnote 1: 1Kb] Open Note The Ford transcripts reveal a singularly interesting secret. No one had suspected, although the patchwork now becomes apparent, that the poem printed by Faulkner as 'Stella at Wood-Park' was a combination of two separate pieces.

We are closer to Swift in his verse, and in his letters, than in his prose-writings. In Dr. Ball's words: 'Without knowledge of his verse a true picture of Swift cannot be drawn. In his verse he sets forth his life as in a panorama, he shows more clearly than in his prose his peculiar turn of thought, and he reveals his character in all its phases. ... Before the testimony of his verse the work of many of his biographers cannot stand.'

[Footnote 2: 1Kb] Open Note

If the editor of these volumes has made easier the approach to Swift he will be happy in the consciousness of having continued the work of Dr. Ball. And if he is compelled on occasion to dissent from him, it is with fitting respect and regard. He must, however, place it on record that he cannot accept a number of the conjectural attributions proffered in Swift's Verse. Dr. Ball believed that, outside the acknowledged metrical pieces, and others tentatively assigned to Swift, a large number 'owed their origin to his inspiration if not to his pen'. There exist certainly poems written by others at Swift's suggestion; but these, shining with a reflected light, are no part of the central system. If anything the canon, as it has been expanded by previous editors, calls for curtailment. Nichols, Scott, and Barrett have been responsible for questionable accretions. And, beyond these, is an untidy heap of meaningless, fanciful attributions.

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An attempt has here been made to consider or note all these ascriptions so far as any purpose is served thereby. But it will be found that this edition has narrowed the boundary of the canon, a service to Swift which was long overdue. Nevertheless, doubtful poems are printed in full if they have a reasonable claim to recognition, or if they are elsewhere scarcely available. Conjectural attributions, supported by little or no evidence, are noted with a varying degree of consideration.




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A BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUMMARY

The following lists make no pretence to furnish a complete bibliography of Swift's verse writings. List A presents a conspectus of the manuscript collections, and single manuscripts, which have been used to correct and establish the text of his poems as printed in these volumes; list B miscellanies, collected works, and other publications, containing the text of poems, or contributions to textual, chronological, and bibliographical problems; list C some general sources of reference. In list B titles are set in roman type, abbreviated imprints in italic. Unauthorized collections have been ranged in their chronological order; but doubtful single works, fully discussed in their place, have been excluded.

A list of separate publications, in broadsheet or pamphlet form, would involve needless repetition of fuller details given with each poem; and this has not, therefore, been provided.


A MANUSCRIPT SOURCES INCLUDING PRINTED VOLUMES WITH ANNOTATIONS I. LIBRARIES

Trinity College, Dublin. MS. 879 [I. 5.1-3]: The Whimsical Medley: Three quarto volumes, containing transcripts of contemporary verse, latter part of the seventeenth and early part of the eighteenth century, made for Theophilus, first Lord Newtown-Butler. MS. 1050 [I. 4. 7]: Contemporary transcript of 'The Legion Club, on seven octavo leaves. Two volumes (Press 3, and Press A. 7. 638) containing manuscript miscellanies.



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Royal Irish Academy, Dublin. MS. 24. C. 31: A small quarto volume, bound in vellum, containing transcripts of verses in an unidentified hand. In the same volume are a letter (7 Oct. 1737, to Lord Mayor Walker), and accounts relating to 1734-5, both in Swift's hand.

Forster Collection, Victoria and Albert Museum, South Kensington. The valuable collection made by John Forster in preparation for his Life of Swift. Contains many MSS. in Swift's hand; papers by Percy, Malone, and others; transcripts, collations, and notes by Forster. Also a copy of Hawkesworth's Life of Swift, 1755, with marginal annotations by Dr. Lyon.

British Museum, London. Add. MSS. 4804-6: Journal to Stella and correspondence. Add. MS. 39839: Swift and Vanessa correspondence. Also a few further MSS., Add., Lansdowne, Harley, and Stowe; including the Marmaduke Coghill and Edward Southwell correspondence, which throws some light on the history of verse pieces.

Goldsmiths' Library, Imperial Institute, South Kensington. A copy of the Hibernian Patriot, 1730, with a couplet added in the hand of Lady Acheson (?).

Bodleian Library, Oxford. MS. Malone 37. On ff. 68-98 contains matter which appeared in Barrett's Essay on the earlier Part of the Life of Swift, 1808.

University Library, Cambridge. Contemporary transcripts in the Bradshaw Collection. See pp. 769, 801.

John Rylands Library, Manchester. English MS. 659. See pp. 662-4.

Sir Walter Scott's Library, Abbotsford. Principal Library, Press N. Shelf 7: A 12mo volume containing transcripts of poems by Swift in an unidentified hand. The volume was presented to Scott by a Mr. Bembridge, as being in Swift's hand. The copies are certainly neither by Swift, nor by Stella, as Scott conjectures. A collection made about the middle of the eighteenth century. The volume has no textual value.

Pierpont Morgan Library, New York. Contains the valuable Fountaine MSS., for nearly two hundred years preserved at Narford, in Norfolk. Five poems in this collection are in Swift's hand. See further pp. 61, 78, 85, 88, 122. Manuscripts from the Ford papers are also in the library. See p. 744.

Harvard College Library, Cambridge, Massachusetts. MS. Eng. 218. 2: Orrery Papers. MS. Eng. 218. 14: A copy of

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Orrery's Remarks, 1752, annotated by the author. Also MS. Eng. 629 F: A verse miscellany.

Henry E. Huntington Library, San Marino, California. Two miscellaneous volumes of Swiftiana salvaged by James Smith, after the death of Theophilus Swift. See the 'Advertisement', p. ix, to Scott's second edition of Swift's Works, 1824. The papers were at one time in the possession of Frederick Locker, who bound them. Later they were in the library of William Bixley of St. Louis, from whom Mr. Huntington bought them. Also a volume of annotated broadsheets and manuscripts (113198-259) first used by W. R. Wilde in his Closing Years of Dean Swift's Life, and mistakenly supposed by him to be in Swift's hand.


II. PRIVATE COLLECTIONS

Mrs. Baker, Malahow, Naul, Co. Dublin. A copy of Harward's Almanack, 1666, with transcripts of poems erroneously supposed to be in Swift's hand. For a description of this volume and its contents see pp. 1058-63. This book was formerly in the possession of the Christie family, at Newtown House, Swords, co. Dublin.

Shirley Library, Lough Fea, Co. Monaghan, Ireland. A set of Faulkner's edition of Swift's Works, six volumes, 1737-8, with textual annotations in Swift's hand. It is doubtful whether any of the notes or markings are by Swift, save those in vol. ii, which contains the verses, and even these are of little textual importance. The set is of value, however, in showing that Swift substantially approved of Faulkner's edition.

Mr. Shane Leslie, Glaslough, Co. Monaghan, Ireland. A commonplace book belonging to Florence O'Crowley, an Irish priest, and evidently in use by him from about 1736 onward. See further The Irish Book Lover, vol. xxi, no. 3, July-August, 1933. Contains transcripts of Swift's 'Advice to a Parson' and epigram on Hort (pp. 807-9). Also ascribes to him three doubtful pieces. See pp. 1115, 1137, 1138.

Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey, Bedfordshire. A volume containing transcripts of Swift's poems carefully written by Stella. This book has eighty-five leaves, not counting binder's fly leaves, two in number. The format is small quarto, the leaves measuring 19.8 × 15.5 cm.; and the binding is eighteenth century calf with gilt back.



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The volume contains a note by the fourth Duke of Bedford: 'This Manuscript was given me, by Sr Archibald Acheson at Bath 9.ber 2.d 1768. It was given to his Father, by the Dean of St Patrick, and is of the hand writing of Stella, Mrs Johnson. B.'

Only forty leaves have been used for the transcripts. The book contains nineteen pieces, of which eighteen are copies by Stella. The last piece, 'On the five Lady's at Sots-hole and the Doctor at their head', is in a different and unidentified handwriting.

Duke of Portland, Welbeck Abbey, Nottinghamshire. Several contemporary transcripts of poems by Swift among the Harley Papers.

Marquis of Bath, Longleat, Wiltshire. Portland Papers, vols. xi, xiii, xvii, xviii, xix, xx. Verses in Swift's autograph, and contemporary transcripts.

Mr. Victor Rothschild, Merton Hall, Cambridge. Letters and papers belonging to Charles Ford, Swift's friend, passed, on Ford's death, into the possession of Sir John Hynde Cotton, his executor, and were long preserved at Madingley Hall, Cambridge. They came, through the Cotton family, to Mrs. Rowley Smith of Shortgrove. See Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford, ed. D. Nichol Smith, 1935, p. vii. Among these papers are six of Swift's poems, two, 'The Bubble' and 'To Charles Ford Esqr. on his Birth-day', in Swift's hand, and four in the handwriting of Charles Ford. See pp. 78, 248, 309, 459, 744.

A copy of the Pope and Swift Miscellanies, 4 vols. 1727-32, with many corrections in Swift's hand. Previously in the libraries of Viscount Powerscourt, and of Mr. W. G. Panter, The Bawn, Foxrock, co. Dublin.

The Rev. J. Longe, Yelverton Rectory, Norfolk. Among papers at Yelverton, which have come down from the family of Sir William. Temple, are 'A description of Mother Ludwell's cave' (see p. 1068), and a contemporary copy of 'The Journal' (see p. 276).

Lord Mount Temple, Broadlands, Romsey, Hants. Among Lord Mount Temple's MSS. are copies of 'Apollo to the Dean', and two sets of verses written on the windows of St. Patrick's Deanery (see pp. 259, 262).

Mr. Harold Williams, Aspenden House, Buntingford, Herts. Two contemporary manuscripts of 'The Legion Club'; and two copies of Faulkner's editions of 'Verses on the Death of

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Dr. Swift' with the blanks, in text and notes, completed in contemporary hands. Also a copy of the first edition of 'On Poetry: A Rapsody' with the rejected lines added in the hand of Lord Orrery.

Miscellaneous. A few other manuscripts have been used---the holograph of Swift's lines 'From Catullus' (see p. 679); lines written in a copy of Le Sage's Devil upon Two Sticks (see p. 1139); and lines in a copy of Pope's Iliad (see p. 1136).


B MISCELLANIES, COLLECTED WORKS, BIOGRAPHIES, CRITICISM, &c.

1692 The Supplement to the Fifth Volume of the Athenian Gazette; ... London, Printed for John Dunton ... [1692]. The Gentleman's Journal: Or the Monthly Miscellany [Feby., June, and July, 1692]. Ed. P. A. Motteux.

1707 The Muses Mercury: Or The Monthly Miscellany. ... London, Printed by J. H. for Andrew Bell, ... 1707. [April-June, 1707.]

1709 Baucis and Philemon; A Poem On the ever lamented Loss Of the two Yew-Trees, In the Parish of Chilthorne, ... Together with Mrs. Harris's Earnest Petition. ... London: Printed and Sold by H. Hills ... 1709. [Another edn. 1710.]

The Works of the Right Honourable The Earls of Rochester, And Roscommon ... The Third Edition. To which is added, A Collection of Miscellany Poems. ... London: ... E. Curll,...1709

Poetical Miscellanies: The Sixth Part ... London, Printed for Jacob Tonson, ... 1709.

The Tatler. ... Sold by John Morphew ... [No. 9, 30 April, 1709; No. 238, 17 October, 1710; and No. 301, 13 March, 1710-11].

1710 A Meditation upon a Broom-Stick, And Somewhat Beside; Of the Same Author's. ... London: Printed for E. Curll, ... 1710. [The B.M. Copy of this pamphlet (C. 28. b. 115) has on the title a note in Curll's handwriting: 'Given me by John Cliffe Esq.; who had them of the Bp. of Killala, in Ireland, whose Daughter he married & was my Lodger.---E Curll'.]



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1711 Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. London: Printed for John Morphew, ... MDCCXI. [The first authorized collection of Swift's prose and verse. 2nd edn. 1713.]

Miscellanies by Dr. Jonathan Swift. ... London, Printed for E. Curll, ... 1711.

1714 A Collection of Original Poems, Translations, and Imitations, by Mr. Prior, Mr. Rowe, Dr. Swift, And other Eminent Hands. ... London: Printed for E. Curll, ... 1714.

1718 Letters, Poems, and Tales, Amorous, Satirical; and Gallant. ... London: Printed for E. Curll ... 1718.

1719 Ars Punica, sive Flos Linguarum: The Art of Punning; Or the Flower of Languages; ... Dublin: Printed by and for James Carson, ... 1719. [Also London edns., Roberts, in the same year.]

1720 A Defence of English Commodities. ... To which is Annexed, An Elegy upon the much lamented Death of Mr. Demar, ... Printed at Dublin: And Reprinted at London, by J. Roberts ... MDCCXX.

The Swearer's-Bank: ... (With The Best in Christendom. A Tale.) Written by Dean Swift. ... Reprinted at London by J. Roberts. ...

Miscellaneous Works, Comical & Diverting: By T. R. D. J. S. D. O. P. I. I. In Two Parts. I. The Tale of a Tub; ... II. Miscellanies in Prose & Verse, ... London, Printed by Order of the Society de propagando, & c. M.DCC.XX.

1721 Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. The Fourth Edition, ... Dublin: Printed by S. Fairbrother, ... 2721 [sic].

A Miscellaneous Collection of Poems, Songs and Epigrams. By several Hands. Publish'd by T. M. Gent ... Dublin: Printed by A. Rhames, 1721. 2 vols.

1722 Miscellanies, Written by Jonathan Swift, D.D. ... The Fourth Edition. London: Printed in the Year M.DCC.XXII.

1724 Miscellaneous Poems, Original and Translated, By Several Hands. ... Published by Mr. Concanen. ... London: Printed for J. Peele,...MDCCXXIV.

1725 Fraud Detected. Or, The Hibernian Patriot. ... Dublin: Re-printed and Sold by George Faulkner ... 1725.

A New Collection Of Poems On Several Occasions, By Mr. Prior, and Others ... London: Printed for Tho. Osborne, ... MDCCXXV.



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1726 Miscellanea. In Two Volumes. Never before Published. ... London: Printed in the Year, 1727. [Published July, 1726.]

Whartoniana: Or Miscellanies, In Verse and Prose. By the Wharton Family, ... Printed in the Year, 1727. 2 vols. [Published September, 1726. Re-issued as The Poetical Works of Philip Late Duke of Wharton.]

1727-8. Miscellanies In Prose and Verse. The First Volume. London: Printed for Benjamin Motte, ... M.dcc.xxvii.

Miscellanies. The Second Volume. London: Printed for Benjamin Motte ... M DCC XXVII.

Miscellanies. The Last Volume. ... London: Printed for B. Motte, ... 1727. [The 'First' and 'Second' volumes were published in June, 1727; the 'Last' volume in March, 1728. The first three volumes of the famous Pope and Swift Miscellanies, and edited by the former. They were variously reprinted; and continued with 'The Third Volume', 1732, and 'Volume the Fifth', 1735.]

1728 Miscellanies In Prose and Verse. In Two Volumes. ... London Printed, and Re-printed in Dublin, By and for Sam. Fairbrother, ... 1728. [Reprinted 1732; a third volume added in 1733, and a fourth in 1735.]

Gulliveriana: Or, A Fourth Volume of Miscellanies. ... London: Printed for J. Roberts, ... M.DCC.XXVIII.

The Intelligencer. Numb. I Saturday. May, 11, To be Continued Weekly, Dublin: Printed by S. Harding, ... 172 [8]. [Continued for twenty numbers inclusive. London collected editions, A. Moor, 1729, Francis Cogan, 1730.]

1729 Miscellaneous Poems, By Several Hands: ... Publish'd by Mr. Ralph. London: Printed by C. Ackers, ... Mdccxxix.

1730 The Metamorphosis Of The Town: ... To which is added, The Journal of a Modern Lady. ... By Dr. Swift. ... London: Printed for J. Wilford, ... Mdccxxx. [Later edns. 1731, 1743.]

An Epistle To His Excellency John Lord Carteret ... To which is added, an Epistle upon an Epistle; ... Dublin: Printed, in the Year 1730.

A Satire On Dr. D---ny. ... To which is added, the Poem which occasion'd it. Printed at Dublin: And Re-printed at London, for A. Moore, ... M DCC XXX.

A Libel On Dr. D---ny, ... The Second Edition. Printed at

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Dublin: And Re-printed at London, for A. Moore. M DCC XXX
. [Another edn., 1730, Reprinted for Capt. Gulliver.]

A Vindication of the Libel On Dr. Delany, ... Together with a Panegyric On Dean Sw---t; ... Dublin: Printed, London: Re-printed for J. Wilford ... M.DCC.XXX.

Select Poems from Ireland: Part I. [Part II.] ... Printed at Dublin: London, Reprinted and Sold by T. Warner ... M.DCC.XXX.

The Hibernian Patriot: ... To which are added, Poems and Songs ... Printed at Dublin. London: Reprinted and Sold by A. Moor ... MDCCXXX. [Reprinted from Fraud Detected, 1725, with alterations and additions.]

Poems On Several Occasions. ... By Jonathan Smedley, Dean of Clogher. ... London: Printed in the Year M.DCC.XXX.

1731 A Proposal Humbly offer'd to the P---t, ... To which is added, The Humble Petition of the Weavers. ... As also two Poems, viz. Helter Skelter, ... and The Place of the Damn'd. Dublin Printed. London, Re-printed for J. Roberts ... MDCCXXXI. [2nd edn. 1732.]

The Flower-Piece: A Collection Of Miscellany Poems. By Several Hands. ... London; Printed for J. Walthoe ... and H. Walthoe, ... M.DCC.XXXI. [Republished 1733.]

1732 The Grand Question debated: Whether Hamilton's Bawn Should be turn'd into a Barrack, or a Malt-house. ... London Printed for A. Moore. And, Dublin Re-printed by George Faulkner ... M,dcc,xxxii.

The Lady's Dressing Room. To which is added, A Poem on Cutting down the Old Thorn at Market Hill. ... London, Printed for J. Roberts ... MDCCXXXII. [2nd edn. in the same year.]

An Elegy On Dicky and Dolly, ... To which is Added The Narrative of D. S. when he was in the North of Ireland. Dublin: Printed by James Hoey, ... MDCCXXXII.

Miscellanies. The Third Volume. London: Printed for Benj. Motte, ... and Lawton Gilliver ... 1732. [Variously reprinted. See under 1727-8.]

1733 The Drapier's Miscellany. ... Dublin: Printed by and for James Hoey, ... 1733. [At least three editions.]

The Presbyterians Plea of Merit; ... To which is added, An Ode to Humphry French, Esq; ... London: Reprinted from the Dublin Edition, for G. F. and Sold by A. Dodd, ...



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1734 Miscellanies. Consisting chiefly of Original Pieces in Prose and Verse. ... Dublin Printed. London: Reprinted for A. Moore ... 1734. [Two edns.]

An Epistle to a Lady, ... Also A Poem, Occasion'd by Reading Dr. Young's Satires, ... Dublin, Printed: And Reprinted at London for J. Wilford, ... M.DCC.XXXIV.

A New Miscellany For the Year 1734. Part I.

An Account Of A Strange and Wonderful Apparition Lately Seen in Trinity-College, Dublin. ... Printed in the Year Mdccxxxiv.

Mezentius on the Rack ... Printed in the Year Mdccxxxiv.

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed. ... To which are added, Strephon and Chloe. And Cassinus and Peter. Dublin printed: London reprinted for J. Roberts ... MDCCXXXIV.

1734 (?) The History of John Bull. And Poems on several Occasions, ... Sold by D. Midwinter and A. Tonson in the Strand.

1734-5 The Works of J. S, D. D, D. S. P. D. in Four Volumes. Containing, I. The Author's Miscellanies in Prose. II. His Poetical Writings. III. The Travels of Captain Lemuel Gulliver. IV. His Papers relating to Ireland, ... Dublin: Printed by and for George Faulkner, ... M DCC XXXV. [Issued Nov. 1734-Jany. 1735. Another edn. of vol. ii in 1737. The set increased to six volumes in 1738, with some additional verse pieces in vol. vi. Gradually extended to twenty volumes, 1772. Vol. viii, 1746, contained more verse. The chief verse addition thereafter was in 1762; reprinted in the London edition of the Works in the same year.]

1735 Miscellanies, In Prose and Verse. Volume the Fifth. ... London: Printed for Charles Davis, ... MDCCXXXV. [See under 1727-8. This volume is based on Faulkner.]

A Collection of Poems, &c. Omitted in the Fifth Volume of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. London: Printed for Charles Davis, ... MDCCXXXV.

Miscellaneous Poems on Several Occasions. By Mr. Dawson, ... And a Copy of Verses Spoke Extempore by Dean Swift upon his Curate's Complaint of hard Duty. ... 1735.

1736 The Poetical Works, Of J. S. D. D. D. S. P. D. ... Reprinted from the Second Dublin Edition, with Notes and Additions. ... Printed in the Year. MDCCXXXVI.



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S---t contra Omnes. An Irish Miscellany. ... London ... Mrs. Dod ...

Miscellanies ... London: Printed for Benjamin Motte, and Charles Bathurst, ... MDCCXXXVI. [6 vols., 12mo, 1736, a trade venture, with other printers' names in later volumes. Vols. vii, viii, and ix added, T. Cooper, 1742. The first extension of the Pope and Swift Miscellanies, 1727-8-32-35, into sets which developed into Swift's works.]

1739 A Supplement to Dr. Swift's And Mr. Pope's Works. ... Dublin: Printed by S. Powell, For Edward Exshaw ... Mdccxxxix.

1740 Poems on Various Subjects, ... By Laurence Whyte. ... Dublin: Printed by S. Powell, And Sold by L. Dowling, ... M DCC XL.

1742 Miscellanies. In Four Volumes. ... The Fourth Edition Corrected: ... Vol. I. By Dr. Swift. London: Printed for Charles Bathurst, ... MDCCXLII. [A further trade development of the Miscellanies. Other printers' names in subsequent volumes. Extended to eleven volumes, 1742-6; and followed by reprints of varying dates, 1747, 1749, 1750, 1751, 1753.]

A New Miscellany In Prose and Verse. Containing, Several Pieces never before made public. By the Reverend Dr. Swift, ... And other Eminent Hands. London: Printed for T. Read, ... Mdccxlii.

1744 The Muse in Good Humour. Or, a Collection of Comic Tales, &c ... London: Printed for J. Noble, ... 1744. [Other edns. 1745, 1751, 1766; a second volume, 1757.]

1746 The Story Of The Injured Lady. ... With Letters and Poems. ... Printed for M. Cooper, ... MDCCXLVI.

1749 Poems on Several Occasions, from Genuine Manuscripts of Dean Swift, ... London: Printed for J. Bromage, ... 1749.

1750 (?) The Poetical Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... In Two Volumes. ... London: Sold by A. Manson, R. Dilton, J. Thomson, H. Gray, T. Nelson, and P. Bland. [A trade edition, not earlier than 1745.]

1750 A Supplement To The Works of The Most celebrated Minor Poets ... To which are added, Pieces omitted in the Works of ... Dean Swift. London: Printed for F. Cogan, ... MDCCL.



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1751 The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... Vol. I. ... London: Printed for C. Bathurst, ... MDCCLI. [Fourteen volumes, 12mo. The first four vols. and vols. vi, and viii, carry the name of Bathurst only; other names added, or differing names, in subsequent volumes.]

1752 A Supplement to the Works of Dr. Swift. London: Printed for F. Cogan, ... 1752.

Remarks on the Life and Writings of Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... In a Series of Letters from John Earl of Orrery To his Son, the Honourable Hamilton Boyle. ... London, Printed for A. Millar, ... MDCCLII. [Several further London edns. in the same year, and Dublin edns., Printed by George Faulkner.]

1754 The Dreamer. ... London: Printed for W. Owen, ... MDCCLIV. [By Dr. William King. Contains the first printing of 'Paulus' and 'The Answer'.]

Observations Upon Lord Orrery's Remarks ... To which are added, Two Original Pieces of the same author ... London, Printed: And Sold by W. Reeve ... MDCCLIV. [By Delany.]

Poems on Various Subjects: Viz. The Legion Club, by D---n S---t. ... Glasgow: Printed by Sawney McPherson. M.DCC.LIV. [Another edn. 1756.]

1754-5. The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D. ... Accurately revised In Six Volumes, ... London, Printed for C. Bathurst, ... MDCCLV. [Edited by Hawkesworth, for the London trade, in opposition to Faulkner's Dublin edn. of the Works. The six volumes 4to also appeared as twelve volumes large and small 8vo. Gradually extended, 1755-79, to fourteen, twenty-five, and twenty-seven volumes respectively. Additions to the verse were made in 1762-4 by Bowyer, from Faulkner, 1762; by Deane Swift in 1765; and by Nichols in his Supplement, 1776 and 1779. This trade edn. was the basis of Sheridan's edn. of the Works, 1784, and Nichols, 1801. It was also used by Edinburgh, Glasgow, and Dublin publishers, whose edns. have no independent value, and are not here noted.]

1755 An Essay upon the Life, Writings, and Character, Of Dr. Jonathan Swift. ... By Deane Swift, Esq; ... London, Printed for Charles Bathurst, ... MDCCLV.

1767 An Appendix To Dr. Swift's Works ... London, Printed for W. B. and sold by S. Bladon, ... MDCCLXVII.

1770 (?) The Trader's Garland, Composed of Five Excellent

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New Songs. ... Licensed and entered according tn [sic] order.

1776 Additions to the Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. Together with Many Original Poems and Letters, Of Cotemporary Writers, Never Before Published. In Two Volumes. ... London: Printed for H. Baldwin, ... 1776.

1779 The Works of the English Poets. With Prefaces, ... by Samuel Johnson. ... [Vols. 39 and 40 contain Swift's Poems; but this trade edition has no textual or editorial value.]

1780-2. A Select Collection of Poems: With Notes Biographical and Historical. ... London: Printed By and For J. Nichols, ... [Eight volumes.]

1784 The Works of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... Arranged, Revised, and Corrected, with Notes, By Thomas Sheridan, A.M. A New Edition, in Seventeen Volumes. London: Printed for C. Bathurst, ... M DCC LXXXIV. [See under 1754-5.]

1789 Miscellaneous Pieces, In Prose and Verse. By the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... Not Inserted in Mr. Sheridan's Edition Of the Dean's Works. London: Printed for C. Dilly, ... MDCCLXXXIX.

Literary Relics: Containing Original Letters from ... Swift, To which is prefixed, An Inquiry into the Life of Dean Swift. By George-Monck Berkeley, Esq.; ... London: Printed for C. Elliot ... M,DCC,LXXXIX. [2nd edn. 1792.]

1801 The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin. Arranged by Thomas Sheridan, ... A New Edition, In Nineteen Volumes; Corrected and Revised By John Nichols, ... London: Printed for J. Johnson, J. Nichols, ...1801. [See under 1784. Further edns., 1803, 24 vols., 1808, 19 vols.]

1804 Swiftiana. Vol. I. [Vol. II.] ... Printed for Richard Phillips, 71, St. Pauls Church Yard. 1804.

1806-7 The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift; ... by Thomas Park, Esq. F.S.A. In Four Volumes. ... London: Printed at the Stanhope Pres, by Charles Whittingham, ... 1806-7. [No independent value.]

1808 An Essay On The Earlier Part of the Life of Swift. By the Rev. John Barrett, D.D. ... To Which are Subjoined Several Pieces Ascribed to Swift; ... London: Printed for J. Johnson; J. Nichols and Son;...1808.



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1814 The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D. Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin; Containing Additional Letters, Tracts, and Poems, Not Hitherto Published; With Notesand A Life of the Author, By Walter Scott, Esq ... Edinburgh: Printed for Archibald Constable and Co. ... 1814. [In nineteen volumes. A 2nd edn. in nineteen volumes, 1824, containing further additions. Reprinted in nineteen volumes, 1883.]

1822 [The British Poets. Vols. 37-9.] The Poems of Jonathan Swift. ... Chiswick: From the Press of C. Whittingham, College House. [No independent value.]

1833-4. The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift. [Aldine Edition.] ... London William Pickering. [In three volumes, based on Scott's 2nd edn., 1824. Further edns. 1853, 1866.]

1841 The Works of Jonathan Swift, ... Containing Interesting and Valuable Papers, Not Hitherto Published. In Two Volumes. With Memoirs of the Author, by Thomas Roscoe; ... London: Henry Washbourne, ... 1841. [A number of later edns.]

1849 The Closing Years of Dean Swift's Life; ... By W. R. Wilde, ... Dublin: Hodges and Smith. ... 1849. [2nd edn. in the same year.]

1875 The Life of Jonathan Swift. By John Forster. Volume the First. 1667-1711. London: John Murray, Albemarle Street. 1875.

1882 The Life of Jonathan Swift ... By Henry Craik, M.A. ... London: John Murray, Albemarle Street, 1882. [2nd edn. 1894, 2 vols.]

1897-1908. The Prose Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D. Edited by Temple Scott ... London George Bell and Sons. [Ten volumes.]

1910 The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D. Edited by William Ernst Browning ... London G. Bell and Sons, Ltd. 1910. [Two volumes.]

1910-14. The Correspondence of Jonathan Swift, D.D. Edited by F. Elrington Ball ... London G. Bell and Sons, Ltd. [Six volumes.]

1921 Vanessa And Her Correspondence with Jonathan Swift ... With an Introduction by A. Martin Freeman ... London Selwyn & Blount, Ltd.

1929 Swift's Verse An Essay By F. Elrington Ball, Litt. D. ... London John Murray, Albemarle Street, W.



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1931 Studies in English ... The University of Toronto Press 1931. [Contains an essay on 'Swift's View of Poetry' by Herbert Davis.]

1934 Swift Gulliver's Travels and Selected Writings in Prose & Verse. Ed. John Hayward. Nonesuch Press, Bloomsbury, 1934.

1935 The Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford. Ed. D. Nichol Smith ... Oxford At the Clarendon Press MCMXXXV. [Prints six of Swift's poems from the Ford papers,---two from Swift's autograph.]

1935 The Drapier's Letters to the People of Ireland ... Ed. Herbert Davis. Oxford At the Clarendon Press MCMXXXV. [Contains notes and bibliographical detail relative to verses connected with the Drapier.]


C MISCELLANEOUS BIBLIOGRAPHICAL AND TEXTUAL AIDS

In addition to eighteenth-century periodicals specifically mentioned in the preceding list useful information has been derived from Abel Boyer's Political State of Great Britain, the Gentleman's Magazine, London Magazine, and European Magazine. At a later date valuable communications have appeared in Notes and Queries, The Antiquarian Magazine and Bibliographer, The Times Literary Supplement, the Review of English Studies, the Book-Collector's Quarterly, and other publications.

The published correspondence and memoirs of Swift's contemporaries, the various reports of the Historical Manuscripts' Commission, Nichols's Literary Anecdotes and Literary Illustrations throw light upon dates, ascriptions, and other matters.

Sale catalogues of libraries dispersed during the last two centuries have been laid under contribution.

The Catalogue of the Bradshaw Collection of Irish Books in the University Library Cambridge and the Catalogue of the Books & Manuscripts Comprising the Library of the late Sir John T. Gilbert, a collection now in the keeping of the City of Dublin, are valuable reference works for all students of Dublin printed books,

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pamphlets, and broadsheets; and Sir J. T. Gilbert's scholarly History of the City of Dublin contains occasional notices of printers and their publications. To these should be added Plomer's Dictionary of Booksellers and Printers, which contains, in the 1726-75 volume, a section devoted to Irish printers, booksellers, and stationers, compiled by Mr. E. R. Mc C. Dix.




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The Early Odes


For the periods of Swift's residences under the roof of Sir William Temple at Moor Park consult Forster's Life, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note pp. 53-103, Craik's Life, 2nd edn., i. 26-94, and Lecky's 'Biographical Introduction' to Temple Scott's edition of the Prose Works, i, pp. xv-xxii.

It is at this time, when Swift was between twenty-two and twenty-three years old, that we meet with the earliest essays in the art of verse which are, beyond doubt, authentically his. Cowley's attempts to transplant the pindaric ode set a fashion, and, in common with others, Swift was beguiled into imitation. The first of his pindarics to appear in print was his 'Ode to the Athenian Society', published in The Supplement to the Fifth Volume of the Athenian Gazette, 1692; the second, if it be Swift's, was the 'Ode to the King on his Irish Expedition', printed in vol. iv of Fairbrother's Miscellanies, 1735; the third was the 'Ode to Sir William Temple', printed in vol. x of the Miscellanies, 1745; the fourth was the 'Ode to Dr. William Sancroft', included by Nichols in Miscellaneous Pieces, 1789.

In a group with these are two odes, or addresses, in heroic couplets, also first printed in 1789, the ode 'To Mr. Congreve', and that 'Occasioned by Sir William Temple's late Illness and Recovery'.

An 'Ode to King William on his Successes in Ireland', composed in quatrains, was rescued by Nichols from The Gentleman's Journal for July, 1692, and attributed to Swift; but there is good reason to suppose that the ode written in honour of King William was in pindaric form, and that the authentic ode is that printed by Fairbrother in 1735.

The odes are here arranged in their order of composition, not that of publication.

Apparently also, in these early days, Swift began another ode called 'The Poet', from which he quotes in the ode 'To Mr. Congreve' (see p. 49 n.). In a letter of 3 May, 1692, he speaks of a translation of Virgil which he was then attempting, and refers to a poem called 'the Ramble' (Corresp. i. 365-6). These three pieces have not been traced.




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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ODE to the KING. On his Irish Expedition. AND The Success of his Arms in general. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]

Written in the Year 1691.


[1]  The troubles following upon the revolution led to an exodus of refugees from Ireland; and with them came Swift early in 1689. After a visit to his mother at Leicester he entered the household of Sir William Temple at Moor Park before the close of the same year. In May, 1690, he returned to Ireland armed with a letter (Corresp. i. 1) of recommendation from Temple to Sir Robert Southwell, Secretary of State. He was back in England about August, 1691; and, after visits to Leicester and Oxford, he reached Moor Park in December.

[2]  On 1 July (o.s.), 1690, while Swift was in Ireland, was sought the battle of the Boyne. He is known to have written an ode celebrating William's Irish successes, composed presumably 1690-1. In his 'Ode to the Athenian Society' he refers to 'an Humble Chaplet for the King', and explains the allusion with a marginal note,---'The Ode I writ to the King in Ireland'. Furthermore, Deane Swift, writing 7 June, 1778, says that 'five or six and forty years ago' Mrs. Whiteway showed him the Dean's 'Ode to King William', apparently in printed form, but that, owing to its 'Pindarique way' he was unable to drudge through more than fifty or sixty lines of it (Nichols's Literary Illustrations, v. 382). He had previously in his Essay on the Life of Swift, 1755, p. 118, counted the 'Ode to King William' with the pindarics, although he was mistaken in supposing that it had appeared in the Athenian Oracle. But when as an editor, in 1765, he added a number of verse pieces hitherto omitted from the Works he made no attempt to recover the ode addressed to King William, perhaps because he regarded it as unreadable.

[3]  In 1780, however, the industrious John Nichols, in his Select Collection of Poems, printed an 'Ode to King William, On his Successes in Ireland', with the following footnote: 'With much pleasure I here present to the publick an Ode which had long been sought after without success. That it is Swift's, I have not the least doubt; ... He refers to it in the second stanza of his "Ode to the Athenian Society", ... See the "English Poets",

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vol. xxxix, p. 10; and "The Gentleman's Journal", July, 1692, p. 13.' At the reference given by Nichols to Johnson's English Poets a footnote merely states that the ode to the king 'cannot now be recovered'; in The Gentleman's Journal, loc. cit., appears the poem which Nichols claimed for Swift. It is entitled 'TO THE KING', and a prefatory note informs the reader that 'I have here some Verses upon the KING's Success in Ireland: You will find that tho they were written long ago, they carry their Recommendation by their Value, and it had been Pity to have conceal'd them, as their Author does himself'. Following upon the text of the poem, which runs to twelve four-line stanzas, some clue is offered to the author: 'I need not tell you that the Gentleman that wrote these Verses, hath merited highly the name of Vates in every respect. The intire Reduction of Ireland, and our late Victory over the French at Sea, make it obvious enough'. This does not carry us very far; but, if anything, suggests reference to an older and better-known person than was Swift at the time. Nor does the poem in the least resemble the ode which Deane Swift avers that he and Mrs. Whiteway understood to be Swift's. It is not pindaric in form; and it does not run to the fifty or sixty lines after which Deane Swift desisted from reading. Furthermore, we know that at this time Swift was immersed in ambitious imitations of Cowley. An ode to the king would almost certainly have been thrown into pindaric form, as he understood it. And, if it were, we should get the most probable grouping of his six early odes. Four in pindarics would then be followed by two in heroic couplets, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note suggesting that he had learned to abandon a form unnatural to him. There is indeed no evidence to support Nichols's confident attribution to Swift of the poem he unearthed from The Gentleman's Journal. He included it, however, as Swift's, in the volume of Miscellaneous Pieces, 1789, which was published as a supplement to Sheridan's edition of the Dean's Works, 1784, whence it has been adopted by subsequent editors.

[4]  Between 1728 and 1735 Samuel Fairbrother, the Dublin printer, published four volumes of Miscellanies, the earlier volumes drawn from the Swift and Pope miscellany volumes published in London, the fourth extracted from the edition of Swift's Works in four volumes published in Dublin, by Faulkner, in 1735. Fairbrother claimed, over and above his borrowings from Faulkner, to have added in his fourth volume several poems 'taken from the D---ns own Original Manuscripts'. An examination of the verse section of his 1735 volume leaves no doubt that he had access to manuscripts unused by Faulkner. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note The first poem printed by him is a pindaric 'Ode to the King on his Irish Expedition'. Its turgid style reads uncommonly like Swift's other attempts in the same form; and

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it is reasonable to believe that this is the lost ode for which Nichols and others sought in vain. It has the merit also of answering to Deane Swift's description.

[5]  This may be Swift's lost ode, and Nichols was probably wrong; but convincing evidence is lacking. Both pieces are, therefore, here printed, the pindaric ode first, as it appeared in Vol. IV. of the Miscellanies Begun by Jonathan Swift, D.D. and Alexander Pope, Esq. ... Dublin, Printed by and for Samuel Fairbrother, ... 1735, Verse section, pp. 1-6.





I.


1            Sure there's some Wondrous Joy in Doing Good;
2            Immortal Joy, that suffers no Allay from Fears,
3                  Nor dreads the Tyranny of Years,
4            By none but its Possessors to be understood:
5                  Else where's the Gain in being Great?
6               Kings would indeed be Victims of the State;
7               What can the Poet's humble Praise?
8               What can the Poet's humble Bays?
9               (We Poets oft our Bays allow,
10             Transplanted to the Hero's Brow)
11             Add to the Victor's Happiness?
12             What do the Scepter, Crown and Ball,
13          Rattles for Infant Royalty to play withal,
14             But serve t' adorn the Baby-dress
15             Of one poor Coronation-day,
16                To make the Pageant gay:
17             A three Hours Scene of empty Pride,
18             And then the Toys are thrown aside.


II.


1               But the Delight of Doing Good
2               Is fix't like Fate among the Stars,
3                  And Deifi'd in Verse;
4               'Tis the best Gemm in Royalty,

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5               The Great Distinguisher of Blood,
6               Parent of Valour and of Fame,
7               Which makes a Godhead of a Name,
8            And is Contemporary to Eternity.
9               This made the Ancient Romans to afford
10             To Valour and to Virtue the same Word:
11          To shew the Paths of both must be together trod,
12             Before the Hero can commence a God.


III.


1                     These are the Ways
2            By which our happy Prince carves out his Bays;
3                     Thus he has fix'd His Name
4               First, in the mighty List of Fame,
5            And thus He did the Airy Goddess Court,
6                     He sought Her out in Fight,
7                  And like a Bold Romantick Knight
8                  Rescu'd Her from the Giant' Fort:
9                  The Tyrant Death lay crouching down,
10                Waiting for Orders at his Feet,
11                   Spoil'd of his Leaden Crown;
12                He trampled on this Haughty Bajazet,
13                   Made him his Footstool in the War,
14                And a Grim Slave to wait on his Triumphal Car.


IV.


1                     And now I in the Spirit see
2                  (The Spirit of Exalted Poetry)
3                     I see the Fatal Fight begin;
4            And, lo! where a Destroying Angel stands,
5                     (By all but Heaven and Me unseen,)
6            With Lightning in his Eyes, and Thunder in his Hands;
7               In vain, said He, does [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Utmost Thule boast
8                  No poys'nous Beast will in Her breed,
9                     Or no Infectious Weed,

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10             When she sends forth such a malignant Birth,
11             When Man himself's the Vermin of Her Earth;
12             When Treason there in Person seems to stand,
13          And Rebel is the growth and manufacture of the Land.
14             He spake, and a dark Cloud flung o're his light,
15                   And hid him from Poetick sight,
16             And (I believe) began himself the Fight,
17                   For strait I saw the Field maintain'd,
18             And what I us'd to laugh at in Romance,
19             And thought too great ev'n for effects of Chance,
20          The Battel almost by Great William's single Valour gain'd;
21             The Angel (doubtless) kept th' Eternal Gate,
22                And stood 'twixt Him and every Fate;
23          And all those flying Deaths that aim'd him from the Field,
24                   (Th' impartial Deaths which come
25                   Like Love, wrapt up in Fire;
26             And like that too, make every breast their home)
27                   Broke on his everlasting Shield.


V.


1                  The Giddy Brittish Populace,
2                     That Tyrant-Guard on Peace,
3                     Who watch Her like a Prey,
4                  And keep Her for a Sacrifice,
5               And must be sung, like Argus, into ease
6            Before this Milk-white Heifer can be stole away,
7               Our Prince has charm'd its many hundred Eyes;
8                  Has lull'd the Monster in a Deep
9                  And (I hope) an Eternal Sleep,
10             And has at last redeem'd the Mighty Prize
11             The Scots themselves, that Discontented Brood,
12             Who always loudest for Religion bawl,
13                (As those still do wh'have none at all)
14             Who claim so many Titles to be Jews,
15             (But, surely such whom God did never for his People chuse)

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16                Still murmuring in their Wilderness for Food,
17                Who pine us like a Chronical Disease;
18             And one would think 'twere past Omnipotence to please;
19             Your Presence all their Native Stubborness controuls,
20             And for a while unbends their contradicting Souls:
21                   As in old Fabulous Hell,
22          When some Patrician God wou'd visit the Immortal Jayl,
23                   The very Brightness of His Face
24             Suspended every Horror of the Place,
25             The Gyants under Ætna ceas'd to groan,
26             And Sisiphus lay sleeping on his Stone.
27          Thus has our Prince compleated every Victory,
28                   And glad Iërne now may see
29          Her Sister Isles are Conquered too as well as She.


VI.


1               How vainly (Sir) did Your fond Enemy try
2               Upon a rubbish Heap of broken Laws
3                     To climb at Victory
4                     Without the Footing of a Cause;
5               His Lawrel now must only be a Cypress Wreath,
6                  And His best Victory a Noble Death;
7               His scrap of Life is but a Heap of Miseries,
8                     The Remnant of a falling Snuff,
9                     Which hardly wants another puff,
10                And needs must stink when e're it dies;
11                Whilst at Your Victorious Light
12                   All lesser ones expire,
13                Consume, and perish from our sight,
14                Just as the Sun puts out a Fire;
15             And every foolish Flye that dares to aim
16                To buzz about the mighty Flame;
17          The wretched Insects singe their Wings, and fall,
18             And humbly at the bottom crawl.

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VII.


1                  That Restless Tyrant, who of late
2                  Is grown so impudently Great,
3                     That Tennis-Ball of Fate;
4                  This Gilded Meteor which flyes
5                  As if it meant to touch the Skies;
6                     For all its boasted height,
7                  For all its Plagiary Light,
8                     Took its first Growth and Birth
9                  From the worst [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Excrements of Earth;
10          Stay but a little while and down again 'twill come,
11          And end as it began, in Vapour, Stink, and Scum.
12                Or has he like some fearful Star appear'd?
13             Long dreaded for his Bloody Tail and Fiery Beard,
14                Transcending Nature's ordinary Laws,
15                   Sent by just Heaven to threaten Earth
16                   With War, and Pestilence, and Dearth,
17             Of which it is at once the Prophet and the Cause.
18                   How're it be, the Pride of France
19                   Has finish'd its short Race of Chance,
20                And all Her boasted Influences are
21                Rapt in the Vortex of the British Star;
22          Her Tyrant too an unexpected Wound shall feel
23             In the last wretched Remnant of his Days;
24          Our Prince has hit Him, like Achilles, in the Heel,
25             The poys'nous Darts has made him reel,
26             Giddy he grows, and down is hurl'd,
27          And as a Mortal to his [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Vile Disease,
28          Falls sick in the Posteriors of the World.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ODE to KING WILLIAM, ON HIS SUCCESSES IN IRELAND [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Gentleman's Journal: Or the Monthly Miscellany, July, 1692, p. 13. The Whimsical Medley, ii. 391. [Ref. W.M.]

[2]  A Select Collection of Poems: ... London: Printed by and for J. Nichols, Red Lion Passage, Fleet-Street. MDCCLXXX. iv. 303.

[3]  Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose and Verse. By the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, ... Not inserted in Mr. Sheridan's Edition of the Dean's Works. London: Printed for C. Dilly, in the Poultry. MDCCLXXXIX. p. 239.

[4]  The text of this ode, attributed to Swift by Nichols, and since included in editions of the Dean's Works, is reprinted from The Gentleman's Journal, 1692. The poem found a place in the manuscript miscellany, The Whimsical Medley, preserved in the library of Trinity College, Dublin. The poem is there headed,

[5]  'On King William's Success in Ireland.

[6]  To the King.'

[7]  Two variants in the manuscript are noted.





I.


1            To purchase Kingdoms, and to buy Renown,
2            Are Arts peculiar to dissembling France:
3            You, Mighty Monarch, Nobler Actions Crown,
4            And solid Virtue does Your Name advance.


II.


1            Your matchless Courage with Your Prudence joins
2            The glorious Structure of Your Fame to raise;
3            With its own Light Your dazling Glory shines,
4            And into Adoration turns our [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Praise.


III.


1            Had You by dull Succession gain'd Your Crown,
2            (Cowards are Monarchs by that Title made)
3            Part of Your Merit Chance wou'd call her own,
4            And half Your Virtues had been lost in Shade.

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IV.


1            But now Your Worth its just Reward shall have;
2            What Trophies and what Triumphs are your Due! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
3            Who cou'd so well a dying Nation save,
4            At once deserve a Crown, and gain it too. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


V.


1            You saw how near we were to Ruin brought,
2            You saw th' impetuous Torrent rolling on;
3            And timely on the coming Danger thought,
4            Which we cou'd neither obviate, nor shun.


VI.


1            Britannia stript from her sole Guard the Laws,
2            Ready to fall Rome's bloody Sacrifice;
3            You strait step in, and from the Monster's Jaws
4            Did bravely snatch the lovely helpless Prize.


VII.


1            Nor is this all: As glorious is the Care
2            To preserve Conquests, as at first to gain:
3            In this Your Virtue claims a double share,
4            Which, what it bravely Won, do's well Maintain.


VIII.


1            Your Arm has now Your Rightful Title show'd;
2            An Arm on which all Europe's Hopes depend,
3            To which they look as to some Guardian God
4            That must their doubtful Liberty defend.


IX.


1            Amaz'd Thy Action at the BOYNE we see! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
2            When Schonberg [Footnote: 1Kb] Open NoteStarted at the Vast Design:
3            The boundless Glory all Redounds to Thee,
4            Th' Impulse, the Fight, th' Event, were wholly Thine.

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X.


1            The brave Attempt do's all our Foes disarm,
2            You need but now give Orders and Command;
3            Your Name shall the remaining Work perform,
4            And spare the Labour of Your Conquering Hand.


XI.


1            France do's in vain her feeble Arts apply
2            To interrupt the Fortune of Your Course:
3            Your Influence do's the vain Attacks defy
4            Of secret Malice, or of open Force.


XII.


1            Boldly we hence the brave Commencement Date
2            Of glorious Deeds, that must all Tongues Employ:
3            WILLIAM's the Pledge and Earnest given by Fate
4            Of England's Glory, and her lasting Joy.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ODE TO THE Athenian Society. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Supplement to the Fifth volume of the Athenian Gazette; ... London, Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in the Poultry, ... [1691-2], p. 1.

[2]  A Supplement to the Athenian Oracle: ... London, Printed for Andrew Bell, ... 1710. p. 111.

[3]  Sphinx: A Poem, Ascrib'd to Certain Anonymous Authors. By the Rev'd. Dean S---T. ... Dublin: Printed in the Year 1724-5.



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[4]  The Athenian Oracle: ... Vol. IV. The Third Edition. ... London, ... MDCCXXVIII. p. 111.

[5]  Miscellanies. The Tenth Volume. By Dr. Swift. London: Printed for R. Dodsley in Pall-mall. M.DCC.XLV. p. 178 (1750, p. 178).

[6]  Miscellanies, 1751, xiii. 175.

[7]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 229.

[8]  With this ode (if we ignore doubtful attributions) Swift saw himself in print for the first time. The poem was 'rough drawn in a week, and finished in two days after' (Corresp. i. 363). It was published by John Dunton, in the supplement to the Fifth Volume of the Athenian Gazette, early in 1692, prefaced with a letter from Swift, dated from Moor Park. The Athenian Gazette, renamed the Athenian Mercury, was a periodical published weekly from 17 March, 1689-90, to 8 February, 1695-6, resolving all queries addressed to it by correspondents. In 1710, and again in 1728, the ode was reprinted in a fourth, and supplementary, volume of selections from the Athenian Gazette, of which three volumes first appeared in 1703 under the title of The Athenian Oracle. The poem also appeared in a curious little eight-leaf Dublin pamphlet, entitled Sphinx. It was included with Swift's works in the Miscellanies volume of 1745. The prefatory letter was not included in Sphinx, or in the successive editions of Swift's works.

[9]  Swift's interest in Dunton's venture may have been due to the fact that Sir William Temple was a contributor (Dunton's Life and Errors, 1705, p. 261). In the same work (p. 260) Dunton refers to Swift as 'a Country Gentleman' who sent 'an ingenious Poem', which 'was prefixt to the Fifth Supplement of the Athenian Mercury'. According to Johnson, in his life of Swift, this was the poem which led Dryden to observe, 'Cousin Swift, you will never be a poet', words which were 'the motive of Swift's perpetual malevolence to Dryden'.

[10]  The text is here given as it appeared in the supplement to the Athenian Gazette.




TO THE Athenian Society. Moor-park, Feb. 14. 1691.

[11]  GENTLEMEN,

[12]  Since every Body pretends to trouble you with their Follies, I thought I might claim the Priviledge of an English-man, and put in my share among the rest. Being

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last year in Ireland, (from whence I returned about half a year ago) I heard only a loose talk of your Society, and believed the design to be only some new Folly just suitable to the Age, which God knows, I little expected ever to produce any thing extraordinary. Since my being in England, having still continued in the Countrey, and much out of Company; I had but little advantage of knowing any more, till about two Months ago passing through Oxford, a very learned Gentleman there, first shew'd me two or three of your Volumes, and gave me his Account and Opinion of you; a while after, I came to this place, upon a Visit to---where I have been ever since, and have seen all the four Volumes with their Supplements, which answering my Expectation. The perusal has produced, what you find inclosed.

[13]  As I have been somewhat inclined to this Folly, so I have seldom wanted some-body to flatter me in it. And for the Ode inclosed, I have sent it to a Person of very great Learning and Honour, and since to some others, the best of my Acquaintance, (to which I thought very proper to inure it for a greater light) and they have all been pleased to tell me, that they are sure it will not be unwelcome, and that I should beg the Honour of You to let it be Printed before Your next Volume (which I think, is soon to be published,) it being so usual before most Books of any great value among Poets, and before it's seeing the World, I submit it wholly to the Correction of your Pens.

[14]  I intreat therefore one of You would descend so far, as to write two or three lines to me of your Pleasure upon it. Which as I cannot but expect from Gentlemen, who have so well shewn upon so many occasions, that greatest Character of Scholars, in being favourable to the Ignorant, So I am sure nothing at present, can more highly oblige me, or make me happier.

I am,

(Gentlemen) Your ever most Humble, and most admiring Servant. Jonathan Swift.




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I.


1            AS when the Deluge first began to fall,
2            That mighty Ebb never to flow again,
3            (When this huge Bodies Moisture was so great
4            It quite o'recame the vital Heat,)
5            That Mountain which was highest first of all
6            Appear'd, above the Universal Main,
7            To bless the Primitive Sailer's weary sight,
8            And 'twas perhaps Parnassus, if in height
9               It be as great as 'tis in Fame,
10             And nigh to Heaven as is its Name.
11          So after th' Inundation of a War
12          When Learnings little Houshold did embark
13          With her World's fruitful System in her sacred Ark,
14             At the first Ebb of Noise and Fears,
15             Philosophy's exalted head appears;
16          And the Dove-muse, will now no longer stay
17          But plumes her Silver Wings and flies away,
18             And now a Laurel wreath she brings from far,
19             To Crown the happy Conquerour,
20             To shew the Flood begins to cease,
21             And brings the dear Reward of Victory and Peace.


II.


1            The eager Muse took wing upon the Waves decline,
2               When War her cloudy aspect just withdrew,
3               When the Bright Sun of Peace began to shine,
4            And for a while in heav'nly Contemplation sate
5               On the high Top of peaceful Ararat;
6            And pluckt a Laurel branch (for Laurel was the first
7                  that grew,
8            The first of Plants after the Thunder, Storm, and Rain)
9               And thence with joyful, nimble Wing
10             Flew dutifully back again,
11             And made an Humble [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Chaplet [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note for the King.

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12                And the Dove-muse is fled once more,
13          (Glad of the Victory, yet frighted at the War)
14             And now discovers from afar
15             A Peaceful and a Flourishing Shore:
16                No sooner does [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteshe land
17                On the delightful Strand,
18             When [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note strait she sees the Countrey all around,
19             Where fatal Neptune rul'd e'rewhile,
20          Scatter'd with flowry Vales, with fruitful Gardens crown'd,
21                   And many a pleasant Wood,
22                As if the Universal Nile
23                Had rather water'd it, than drown'd:
24             It seems some floating piece of Paradice,
25                Preserv'd by wonder from the Flood,
26             Long wandring thrô the Deep, as we are told
27                      Fam'd Delos [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note did of old,
28             And the transported Muse imagin'd it
29          To be a fitter Birth-place for the God of Wit;
30                      Or the much-talkt Oracular Grove
31             When with amazing Joy she hears
32             An unknown Musick all around,
33                      Charming her greedy Ears
34                      With many a heavenly Song
35          Of Nature and of Art, of deep Philosophy and Love,
36          Whilst Angles tune the Voice, and God inspires the Tongue.
37             In vain she catches at the empty Sound,
38          In vain pursues the Musick with her longing Eye,
39             And Courts the wanton Echoes as they fly.


III.


1            Pardon De great Unknown, and far-exalted Men,
2            The wild excursions of a youthful pen;

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3               Forgive a young and (almost) Virgin-muse,
4               Whom blind and eager Curiosity
5                  (Yet Curiosity they say,
6               Is in her Sex a Crime needs no excuse)
7                  Has forc't to grope her uncouth way
8            After a mighty Light that leads her wandring Eye;
9            No wonder then she quits the narrow Path of Sense
10                For a dear Ramble thro' Impertinence,
11                Impertinence, the Scurvy of Mankind,
12          And all we Fools, who are the greater part of it,
13                Tho' we be of two different Factions still,
14                   Both the Good-natur'd and the Ill,
15                Yet wheresoe're you look you'll always find
16          We join like Flyes, and Wasps, in buzzing about Wit.
17                In me, who am of the first Sect of these,
18                All Merit that transcends the humble Rules
19                   Of my own dazled, scanty Sense
20                Begets a kinder Folly and Impertinence
21                   Of Admiration and of Praise:
22                And our good Brethren of the Surly Sect
23                Must e'en all herd with us their Kindred Fools,
24                For tho' possess'd of present Vogue they've made
25          Railing a Rule of Wit, and Obloquy a Trade,
26          Yet the same want of Brains produces each effect;
27             And you whom Pluto's Helm does wisely shroud
28                From us the Blind and thoughtless Croud,
29             Like the fam'd Hero in his Mother's Cloud,
30          Who both our Follies and Impertinencies see,
31          Do laugh perhaps at theirs, and pity mine and me.


V.


1                     But Censure's to be understood
2                     Th' Authentick mark of the Elect,
3            The publick Stamp Heav'n sets on all that's Great and Good,
4               Our shallow Search and Judgment to direct.

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5                     The War [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note methinks has made
6               Our Wit and Learning, narrow as our Trade;
7               Instead of boldly sailing far to buy
8               A Stock of Wisdom and Philosophy,
9                  We fondly stay at home in fear
10                Of ev'ry censuring Privateer,
11          Forcing a wretched Trade by beating down the sale,
12                And selling basely by Retail,
13             The Wits, I mean the Atheists of the Age,
14          Who fain would rule the Pulpit, as they do the Stage,
15             Wondrous Refiners of Philosophy,
16                Of Morals and Divinity,
17          By the new Modish System of reducing all to sense,
18             Against all Logick and concluding Laws,
19                Do own th'Effects of Providence,
20                   And yet deny the Cause.


V.


1            This hopeful Sect, now it begins to see
2            How little, very little do prevail
3                     Their first and chiefest force
4               To censure, to cry down, and rail,
5            Not knowing What, or Where, or Who, You be,
6                  Will quickly take another course
7                  And by their never-failing ways
8               Of Solving all Appearances they please,
9            We soon shall see them to their ancient Methods fall,
10          And straight deny you to be Men, or any thing at all;
11             I laugh at the grave Answer they will make,
12          Which they have always ready, general and Cheap;
13             'Tis but to say, that what we daily meet,
14                   And by a fond mistake

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15             Perhaps imagine to be wondrous Wit
16             And think, alas, to be by mortals writ,
17             Is but a Crowd of Atoms justling in a heap,
18                   Which from Eternal Seeds begun,
19                   Justling some thousand years till ripen'd by
20                      the Sun,
21                They're now, just now, as naturally born,
22                As from the Womb of Earth a field of Corn.


VI.


1                     But as for poor contented Me,
2            Who must my Weakness and my Ignorance confess,
3            That I believe in much, I ne're can hope to see;
4                     Methinks I'm satisfied to guess
5               That this New, Noble, and Delightful Scene
6            Is wonderfully mov'd by some exalted Men,
7               Who have well studied in the Worlds Disease,
8            (That Epidemick Error and Depravity
9                     Or in our Judgment or our Eye)
10             That what surprises us can only please:
11          We often search contentedly the whole World round,
12                To make some great Discovery,
13                   And scorn it when 'tis found.
14          Just so the Mighty Nile has suffer'd in it's Fame,
15             Because 'tis said, (and perhaps only said)
16          We've found a little inconsiderable Head
17                That feeds the huge unequal stream.
18          Consider Humane Folly, and you'll quickly own,
19             That all the Praises it can give,
20          By which some fondly boast they shall for ever live,
21             Won't pay th' Impertinence of being known;
22                Else why should the fam'd Lydian King, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          Whom all the Charms of an Usurped Wife and State,

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24          With all that Power unfelt, courts Mankind to be Great,
25             Did with new, unexperienc't Glories wait,
26          Still wear, still doat on his Invisible Ring. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


VII.


1                  Were I to form a regular Thought of Fame,
2                  Which is perhaps as hard t'imagine right
3                     As to paint Eccho to the Sight:
4            I would not draw th' Idea from an empty Name;
5                  Because, alas, when we all dye
6                  Careless and Ignorant Posterity,
7                  Although they praise the Learning and the Wit,
8                     And tho' the Title seems to show
9                  The Name and Man, by whom the Book was writ,
10                   Yet how shall they be brought to know
11          Whether that very Name was He, or You, or I?
12          Less should I dawb it o're with transitory Praise,
13                   And water-colours of these Days,
14          These Days! where ev'n th'Extravagance of Poetry
15             Is at a loss for Figures to express
16             Men's Folly, Whimsyes, and Inconstancy,
17             And by a faint Description make [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note them less.
18          Then tell us what is Fame? where shall we search for it?
19          Look where exalted Vertue and Religion sit
20                Enthron'd with Heav'nly Wit,
21                Look where you see
22             The greatest scorn of Learned Vanity,
23             (And then how much a nothing is Mankind!
24             Whose Reason is weigh'd down by Popular air,
25          Who by that, vainly talks of bafling Death,
26          And hopes to lengthen Life by a Transfusion of Breath,
27             Which yet whoe're examines right will find
28          To be an Art as vain, as Bottling up of Wind:)
29          And when you find out these, believe true Fame is there.
30          Far above all Reward, yet to which all is due,
31          And this De great Unknown, is only known in You.

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VIII.


1               The Jugling Sea-god when by chance trepann'd
2            By some instructed Querist sleeping on the Sand,
3               Impatient of all Answers, straight became
4               A Stealing Brook, and strove to creep away
5                  Into his Native Sea,
6               Vext at their Follies, murmur'd in his Stream;
7               But disappointed of his fond Desire
8               Would vanish in a Pyramid of Fire.
9               This Surly, Slipp'ry God, when He design'd
10                To furnish his Escapes,
11             Ne'er borrow'd more variety of Shapes
12             Than You to please and satisfie Mankind,
13          And seem (almost) transform'd to Water, Flame, and Air,
14             So well you answer all Phoenomenaes there;
15          Tho' Madmen and the Wits, Philosophers and Fools,
16          With all that Factious or Enthusiastick Dotards dream,
17          And all the incohærent Jargon of the Schools,
18             Tho' all the Fumes of Fear, Hope, Love, and Shame,
19          Contrive to shock your Minds, with many a sensless doubt,
20          Doubts, where the Delphick God would grope in Ignorance
21             and Night,
22                The God of Learning and of Light
23             Would want a [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note God Himself to help him out.


IX.


1               Philosophy, as it before us lyes,
2               Seems to have borrow'd some ungrateful tast
3               Of Doubts, Impertinence, and Niceties,
4                  From ev'ry Age through which it pass't,
5            But always with a stronger relish of the Last.
6                  This beauteous Queen by Heaven design'd
7                  To be the great Original
8            For Man to dress and polish his Uncourtly Mind,
9            In what Mock-habits have they put her, since the Fall!

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10             More oft in Fools and Mad-mens hands than Sages
11                She seems a Medly of all Ages,
12          With a huge Fardingal [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to swell her Fustian Stuff,
13             A new Commode, a Top-knot, and a Ruff,
14             Her Face patch't o'er with Modern Pedantry,
15                   With a long sweeping Train
16          Of Comments and Disputes, ridiculous and vain,
17             All of old Cut with a new Dye,
18             How soon have You restor'd her Charms!
19             And rid her of her Lumber and Her Books,
20                Drest her again Genteel and Neat,
21                   And rather Tite than Great,
22             How fond we are to court Her to our Arms!
23             How much of Heav'n is in her naked looks. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


X.


1            Thus the deluding Muse oft blinds me to her Ways,
2               And ev'n my very Thoughts transfers
3               And changes all to Beauty, and the Praise
4                  Of that proud Tyrant Sex of Hers.
5                  The Rebel Muse, alas, takes part
6                  But with my own Rebellious Heart,
7            And You with fatal and Immortal Wit conspire
8                     To fann th'unhappy Fire:
9               Cruel Unknown! what is it You intend! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
10          Ah, could You! could you hope a Poet for your Friend!
11             Rather forgive what my first Transport said,
12          May all the Blood, which shall by Womans scorn be shed
13             Lye on [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note you, and on your Childrens Head,
14          For You (ah, did I think I e'er should live to see
15             The fatal Time when that cou'd be)
16             Have ev'n encreas't their Pride and Cruelty.

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17             Woman seems now above all Vanity grown,
18                Still boasting of Her Great Unknown;
19          Platonick Champions, gain'd without one Female Wile,
20                Or the vast Charges of a Smile;
21             Which 'tis a shame to see [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note how much of late
22             You've taught the Cov'tous Wretches to o're-rate,
23          And which they've now the Conscience to way
24             In the same Ballance with our Tears,
25             And with such Scanty Wages pay
26             The Bondage and the Slavery [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of Years.
27          Let the vain sex dream on, their Empire comes from Us,
28             And had they common Generosity
29                They would not use Us thus.
30             Well---tho' you've rais'd Her to this high Degree,
31                Our selves are rais'd as well as she,
32             And 'spight of all that They or You can do,
33             'Tis Pride and Happiness enough to Me
34          Still to be of the same exalted Sex with You.


XI.


1                  Alas, how fleeting, and how vain,
2            Is even the nobler Man, our Learning and our Wit,
3                  I sigh when e're I think of it
4               As at the closing [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note an unhappy Scene
5                  Of some great King and Conqu'rors Death,
6                  When the sad, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note melancholy Muse
7                  Stays but to catch his utmost breath,
8            I grieve, this Noble [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Work so happily begun,
9            So quickly, and so wonderfully carried on,
10          Must [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note fall at last to Interest, Folly, and Abuse.
11                There is a Noon-tide in our Lives
12                Which still the sooner it arrives,

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13             Altho' we boast our Winter-Sun looks bright,
14          And foolishly are glad to see it at it's height
15          Yet so much sooner comes the long and gloomy Night.
16                No Conquest ever yet begun
17          And by one mighty Hero carried to it's height
18          E'er flourish't under a Successor or a Son;
19          It lost some mighty Pieces thro' all hands it past
20          And vanisht to an empty Title in the Last.
21             For when the animating Mind is fled,
22                (Which Nature never can retain,
23                   Nor e'er call back again)
24          The Body, tho' Gigantick, lyes all Cold and Dead.


XII.


1                  And thus undoubtedly 'twill fare,
2                  With what unhappy Men shall dare,
3               To be Successors to these Great Unknown,
4                  On Learning's high-establish't Throne.
5                  Censure, and Pedantry, and Pride,
6               Numberless Nations, stretching far and wide,
7            Shall (I foresee it) soon with Gothick Swarms come forth
8                  From Ignorance's Universal North,
9            And with blind Rage break all this peaceful Government;
10          Yet shall these Traces of your Wit remain
11             Like a just Map to tell the vast Extent
12             Of Conquest in your short and Happy Reign;
13                And to all future Mankind shew
14                How strange a Paradox is true,
15             That Men, who liv'd and dy'd without a Name,
16          Are the chief Heroes in the sacred List of Fame.

Jonathan Swist.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ODE To the Honble Sir William Temple. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellanies. The Tenth Volume. By Dr. Swift. London: Printed for R. Dodsley in Pall-mall. M.DCC.XLV. p. 194 (1750, p. 194).

[2]  Miscellanies, 1751, xiii. 190.

[3]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (I), 239.

[4]  In the Miscellanies of 1745, where this ode was first printed, it is said to have been 'Written at Moorpark, June 1689'. This, however, is an extremely unlikely date. At that time Swift had barely entered Temple's service. See below, pp. 33-4, introductory notes to the 'Ode to Sancroft'. It is not improbable that, like that ode, the 'Ode to Temple' was antedated; and, if begun in 1689, not completed till a year or two later. Hawkesworth's footnote (1755) says that 'When the author's posthumous pieces were reprinted in Ireland', this poem and the 'Ode to the Athenian Society' were omitted. The note is intended as a stricture upon Faulkner's editions.

[5]  The text of the poem is here reprinted from the Miscellanies of 1745.





I.


1               Virtue, the greatest of all Monarchies,
2                  Till its first Emperor rebellious Man
3                  Depos'd from off his Seat
4               It fell, and broke with its own Weight
5            Into small States and Principalities,
6               By many a petty Lord possess'd,
7            But ne'er since seated in one single Breast.
8                  'Tis you who must this Land subdue,
9                  The mighty Conquest's left for you,
10                The Conquest and Discovery too:
11                Search out this Utopian Ground,
12                Virtue's Terra Incognita,
13                Where none ever led the Way,
14          Nor ever since but in Descriptions found,
15             Like the Philosopher's Stone,
16          With Rules to search it, yet obtain'd by none.

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II.


1               We have too long been led astray,
2            Too long have our misguided Souls been taught
3               With Rules from musty Morals brought,
4               'Tis you must put us in the Way;
5               Let us (for shame) no more be fed
6               With antique Reliques of the Dead,
7               The Gleanings of Philosophy,
8               Philosophy! the Lumber of the Schools,
9               The Roguery of Alchymy,
10                And we the bubbled Fools
11          Spend all our present Stock in hopes of golden Rules.


III.


1               But what does our proud Ign'rance Learning call,
2                  We odly Plato's Paradox make good,
3               Our Knowledge is but mere Remembrance all,
4                  Remembrance is our Treasure and our Food;
5               Nature's fair Table-book our tender Souls
6               We scrawl all o'er with old and empty Rules,
7                  Stale Memorandums of the Schools;
8                  For Learning's mighty Treasures look
9                     In that deep Grave a Book,
10                Think she there does all her Treasures hide,
11          And that her troubled Ghost still haunts there since she dy'd;
12             Confine her Walks to Colleges and Schools,
13                Her Priests, her Train and Followers show
14                As if they all were Spectres too,
15                They purchase Knowledge at the Expence
16                Of common Breeding, common Sense,
17                And at once grow Scholars and Fools;
18                Affect ill-manner'd Pedantry,
19             Rudeness, Ill-nature, Incivility,
20                And sick with Dregs of Knowledge grown,
21                Which greedily they swallow down,
22             Still cast it up and nauseate Company.

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IV.


1            Curst be the Wretch, nay doubly curst,
2                  (If it may lawful be
3               To curse our greatest Enemy)
4            Who learnt himself that Heresy first
5               (Which since has seiz'd on all the rest)
6            That Knowledge forfeits all Humanity;
7            Taught us, like Spaniards, to be proud and poor,
8                  And fling our Scraps before our Door.
9            Thrice happy you have 'scap't this gen'ral Pest;
10          Those mighty Epithets, Learn'd, Good, and Great,
11          Which we ne'er join'd before, but in Romances meet,
12             We find in you at last united grown.
13                You cannot be compar'd to one,
14             I must, like him that painted Venus' Face, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15             Borrow from every one a Grace;
16          Virgil and Epicurus will not do,
17             Their courting a Retreat like you,
18          Unless I put in Caesar's Learning too,
19             Your happy Frame at once controuls
20             This great triumvirate of Souls.


V.


1            Let not old Rome boast Fabius's Fate,
2               He sav'd his Country by Delays,
3                     But you by Peace, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
4               You bought it at a cheaper Rate;
5            Nor has it left the usual bloody Scar,
6               To shew it cost its Price in War,
7            War! that mad Game, the World so loves to play,
8               And for it does so dearly pay;

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9            For though with Loss or Victory awhile
10             Fortune the Gamesters does beguile,
11          Yet at the last the Box sweeps all away.


VI.


1               Only the Laurel got by Peace
2                  No Thunder e'er can blast,
3                  Th' Artillery of the Skies
4                  Shoots to the Earth and dies;
5            Forever [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note green and flourishing 'twill last,
6            Nor dipt in Blood, nor Widow's Tears, nor Orphan's Cries:
7               About the Head crown'd with these Bays,
8               Like Lambent Fire the Lightning plays;
9            Nor its triumphal Cavalcade to grace
10             Make up its solemn Train with Death;
11          It melts the Sword of War, yet keeps it in the Sheath.


VII.


1            The wily Shafts of State, those Juggler's Tricks
2            Which we call deep Design and Politicks
3            (As in a Theatre the Ignorant Fry,
4               Because the Cords escape their Eye
5               Wonder to see the Motions fly)
6               Methinks, when you expose the Scene,
7               Down the ill-organ'd Engines fall;
8            Off fly the Vizards and discover all,
9               How plain I see thro' the Deceit!
10             How shallow! and how gross the Cheat!
11             Look where the Pully's ty'd above!
12             Great God! (said I) what have I seen!
13                On what poor Engines move

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14          The Thoughts of Monarchs, and Designs of States,
15             What petty Motives rule their Fates!
16          How the Mouse makes the mighty Mountain shake!
17          The mighty Mountain labours with its birth,
18             Away the frighted Peasants fly,
19             Scar'd at th' unheard-of Prodigy,
20          Expect some great gigantick Son of Earth;
21                Lo, it appears!
22             See, how they tremble! how they quake!
23          Out starts the little Beast, and mocks their idle Fears.


VIII.


1               Then tell (dear fav'rite Muse)
2            What Serpent's that which still resorts,
3            Still lurks in Palaces and Courts,
4               Take thy unwonted Flight,
5               And on the Terras light.
6                  See where she lies!
7               See how she rears her Head,
8               And rolls about her dreadful Eyes,
9            To drive all Virtue out, or look it dead!
10          'Twas sure this Basilisk sent Temple thence,
11          And tho' as some ('tis said) for their Defence
12             Have worn a Casement o'er their Skin,
13                So he wore his within,
14          Made up of Virtue and transparent Innocence:
15             And tho' he oft renew'd the Fight,
16          And almost got priority of Sight,
17             He ne'er could overcome her quite,
18          (In pieces cut, the Viper still did reunite)
19             Till at last tir'd with loss of Time and Ease,
20          Resolv'd to give himself, as well as Country Peace.


IX.


1            Sing (belov'd Muse) the Pleasures of Retreat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
2               And in some untouch'd Virgin Strain

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3            Shew the Delights thy Sister Nature yields,
4            Sing of thy Vales, sing of thy Woods, sing of thy Fields;
5                  Go publish o'er the Plain
6               How mighty a Proselyte you gain!
7            How noble a Reprisal on the Great!
8               How is the Muse luxuriant grown,
9                  Whene'er she takes this Flight
10                She soars clear out of sight,
11          These are the Paradises of her own;
12          (The Pegasus, like an unruly Horse
13             Tho' ne'er so gently led
14          To the lov'd Pasture where he us'd to feed,
15          Runs violently o'er his usual Course.)
16                Wake from thy wanton Dreams,
17                Come from thy dear-lov'd Streams,
18             The crooked Paths of wandering Thames.
19                Fain the fair Nymph would stay,
20                Oft she looks back in vain,
21             Oft 'gainst her Fountain does complain,
22          And softly steals in many Windings down,
23          As loth to see the hated Court and Town,
24             And murmurs as she glides away.


X.


1                  In this new happy Scene
2               Are nobler Subjects for your learned Pen;
3                  Here we expect from you
4            More than your Predecessor, Adam, knew;
5            Whatever moves our Wonder or our Sport,
6            Whatever serves for innocent Emblems of the Court;
7               (How that which we a Kernel see,
8            Whose well-compacted Forms escape the Light,
9               Unpierc'd by the blunt Rays of Sight)
10             Shall e'er long grow into a Tree,
11          Whence takes it its Increase, and whence its Birth,
12          Or from the Sun, or from the Air, or from the Earth,

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13                Where all the fruitful Atoms lye,
14                How some go downward to the Root,
15             Some more ambitiously upwards fly,
16          And form the Leaves, the Branches, and the Fruit.
17          You strove to cultivate a barren Court in vain,
18          Your Garden's better worth your noble Pain,
19          Hence Mankind fell, and here must rise again.


XI.


1            Shall I believe a Spirit so divine
2               Was cast in the same Mold with mine?
3            Why then does Nature so unjustly share
4            Among her Elder Sons the whole Estate?
5               And all her Jewels and her Plate,
6            Poor we Cadets of Heav'n, not worth her Care,
7            Take up at best with Lumber and the Leavings of a Fate:
8               Some she binds 'Prentice to the Spade,
9               Some to the Drudgery of a Trade,
10          Some she does to Egyptian Bondage draw,
11          Bids us make Bricks, yet sends us to look out for Straw;
12             Some she condemns for Life to try
13          To dig the leaden Mines of deep Philosophy:
14          Me she has to the Muse's Gallies ty'd,
15          In vain I strive to cross this spacious Main,
16             In vain I tug and pull the Oar,
17             And when I almost reach the Shore
18          Strait the Muse turns the Helm, and I launch out again;
19                And yet to feed my Pride,
20          Whene'er I mourn, stops my complaining Breath,
21          With promise of a mad Reversion after Death.


XII.


1               Then (Sir,) accept this worthless Verse,
2               The Tribute of an humble Muse,
3            'Tis all the Portion of my niggard Stars;
4            Nature the hidden Spark did at my Birth infuse,

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5            And kindled first with Indolence and Ease,
6               And since too oft debauch'd by Praise,
7            'Tis now grown an incurable Disease:
8            In vain to quench this foolish Fire I try
9               In Wisdom and Philosophy;
10             In vain all wholsome Herbs I sow,
11                Where nought but Weeds will grow.
12          Whate'er I plant (like Corn on barren Earth)
13                By an equivocal Birth
14             Seeds and runs up to Poetry.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ODE To Dr. William Sancroft, Late Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose and Verse. By The Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin. Not inserted in Mr. Sheridan's Edition of The Dean's Works. London: Printed for C. Dilly, in the Poultry. MDCCLXXXIX. p. 215.

[2]  Works, ed. Nichols, 1801, xviii. 395.

[3]  Works, ed. Scott, 1814, xiv. 3.

[4]  This poem was first printed by John Nichols in 1789, together with the 'Ode to Congreve' and the verses occasioned by Temple's illness. The three were prefaced with a note: 'Now first published from an authentic Manuscript, fairly and correctly written out as if intended for the Press.' Below, in square brackets, was added: 'From the dates, it is supposed that these were among the first, if not the very first, productions of his muse.' No trace of this manuscript remains; and it is not stated whether the hand was Swift's, unless the word 'authentic' is to be read in that sense; but that the poems are by Swift cannot fairly be doubted. The 'Ode to Sancroft' is expressly mentioned by Swift in a letter to his cousin, Thomas Swift, dated 3 May, 1692: 'I have had an ode in hand these five months inscribed to my late Lord of Canterbury, Dr. Sancroft' (Corresp. i. 363). Nine stanzas, he says, are finished, but he finds difficulty in completing a poem which he had undertaken upon 'half a promise' to the Bishop of Ely. As it stands, with twelve stanzas, the poem is still unfinished.



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[5]  The date of Swift's letter is of interest and importance. Nichols, presumably copying from the manuscript, heads the poem: 'Written May 1689, at the Desire of the late Lord Bishop of E---.' But three years later it was still in hand, denying every effort. Furthermore, stanza iii refers to Sancroft's 'divin'ty of retreat', and xi to his 'exaltation of retreat'. Although Sancroft was suspended 1 August, 1689, and deprived 1 February, 1690, for refusing the oath of allegiance to William and Mary, he did not leave Lambeth until his ejectment, 23 June, 1691. We may surmise that the poem was begun in 1689, at the request of Francis Turner, Bishop of Ely, also a non-juror, and abandoned incomplete in 1692.

[6]  This poem is one of Swift's four attempts to emulate a contemporary fashion, wholly unnatural to him, the so-called Pindaric ode. In the letter to his cousin Thomas, above referred to, he confesses that he is continually altering, and can 'seldom write above two stanzas in a week'. But 'when I write what pleases me I am Cowley to myself and can read it a hundred times over'. In his Letter concerning the Sacramental Text, 1708, he quotes 'Mr. Cowley's Love Verses', which, even at fifteen, he 'thought extraordinary' (Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, iv. 10). For the greater part of his life a copy of Cowley's works was in his library. But the modern reader will agree with Deane Swift, that this 'was not a style of poetry that he excelled in' (Nichols's Literary Illustrations, v. 382). Sheridan (Life, 1784, p. 15) has said all that need be said: 'The sentiments were strained and crowded; and the numbers irregular and harsh.'

[7]  The text is here reprinted from Miscellaneous Pieces, 1789.





I.


1            Truth is eternal, and the Son of Heav'n,
2               Bright effluence of th' immortal ray,
3            Chief cherub, and chief lamp of that high sacred Seven,
4            Which guard the throne by night, and are its light by day:
5               First of God's darling attributes,
6                  Thou daily seest Him face to face,
7            Nor does thy essence fix'd depend on giddy circumstance
8                     Of time or place,
9            Two foolish guides in ev'ry sublunary dance:
10             How shall we find Thee then in dark disputes?
11             How shall we search Thee in a battle gain'd,
12             Or a weak argument by force maintain'd?

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13          In dagger-contests, and th' artillery of words,
14          (For swords are madmen's tongues, and tongues are mad
15                   men's swords)
16                Contriv'd to tire all patience out,
17                And not to satisfy the doubt: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


II.


1            But where is ev'n thy Image on our earth?
2                  For of the person much I fear,
3            Since Heaven will claim its residence as well as birth,
4            And God himself has said, He shall not find it here.
5            For this inferior world is but Heaven's dusky shade,
6            By dark reverted rays from its reflection made;
7               Whence the weak shapes wild and imperfect pass,
8            Like sun-beams shot at too far distance from a glass;
9                  Which all the mimic forms express,
10          Tho' in strange uncouth postures, and uncomely dress;
11                So when Cartesian artists try
12                To solve appearances of sight
13                In its reception to the eye,
14          And catch [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the living landscape thro' a scanty light,
15                The figures all inverted shew,
16                And colours of a faded hue;
17          Here a pale shape with upward footstep treads,
18                And men seem walking on their heads;
19                There whole herds suspended lie
20             Ready to tumble down into the sky;
21             Such are the ways ill-guided mortals go
22             To judge of things above by things below.
23          Disjointing shapes as in the fairy-land of dreams,
24             Or images that sink in streams;
25             No wonder, then, we talk amiss
26             Of truth, and what, or where it is:

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27             Say Muse, for thou, if any, know'st
28          Since the bright essence fled, where haunts the reverend ghost?


III.


1            If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue, be
2            (High Truth) the best resemblance of exalted Thee,
3               If a mind fix'd to combat fate
4            With those two pow'rful swords, Submission and Humility,
5               Sounds truly good, or truly great;
6            Ill may I live, if the good Sancroft in his holy rest,
7                  In the divin'ty of retreat,
8               Be not the brightest pattern Earth can shew
9                  Of heav'n-born Truth below:
10             But foolish Man still judges what is best
11                In his own balance, false and light,
12                Foll'wing Opinion, dark, and blind,
13                That vagrant leader of the mind,
14          Till Honesty and Conscience are clear out of sight.


IV.


1            And some, to be large cyphers in a state,
2            Pleas'd with an empty swelling to be counted great;
3            Make their minds travel o'er infinity of space,
4                  Rapp'd through the wide expanse of thought,
5               And oft in contradiction's vortex caught,
6            To keep that worthless clod, the body, in one place:
7            Errors like this did old Astronomers misguide,
8            Led blindly on by gross philosophy and pride,
9                  Who, like hard masters, taught the Sun
10                Thro' many a needless sphere to run,
11          Many an eccentric and unthrifty motion make,
12             And thousand incoherent journies take,
13                Whilst all th' advantage by it got,
14             Was but to light Earth's inconsiderable spot.

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15          The herd beneath, who see the weathercock of state
16             Hung loosely on the Church's pinnacle,
17          Believe it firm, because perhaps the day is mild and still;
18          But when they find it turn with the first blast of fate,
19                By gazing upwards [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note giddy grow,
20                And think the Church itself does so;
21                Thus fools, for being strong and num'rous known,
22                Suppose the truth, like all the world, their own;
23          And holy Sancroft's motion quite irregular appears,
24                Because 'Tis opposite to theirs.


V.


1            In vain then would the Muse the multitude advise,
2               Whose peevish knowledge thus perversely lies
3                  In gath'ring follies from the wise;
4               Rather put on thy anger and thy spight,
5                  And some kind pow'r for once dispense
6               Thro' the dark mass, the dawn of so much sense,
7            To make them understand, and feel me when I write;
8               The muse and I no more revenge desire,
9            Each line shall stab, shall blast, like daggers and like fire;
10             Ah, Britain, land of angels! which of all thy sins,
11                (Say hapless Isle, altho'
12                It is a bloody list we know)
13             Has given thee up a dwelling-place to fiends?
14                Sin and the plague ever abound
15          In governments too easy, and too fruitful ground;
16                Evils which a too gentle king,
17                Too flourishing a spring,
18                And too warm summers bring:
19                Our British soil is over-rank, and breeds
20          Among the noblest flow'rs a thousand pois'nous weeds,
21             And ev'ry stinking weed so lofty grows,
22             As if 'twould overshade the Royal Rose,
23             The Royal Rose the glory of our morn,
24                But, ah, too much without a thorn.

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VI.


1            Forgive (Original Mildness) this ill-govern'd zeal,
2               'Tis all the angry slighted Muse can do
3                  In the pollution of these days;
4               No province now is left her but to rail,
5               And Poetry has lost the art to praise,
6                  Alas, the occasions are so few:
7                  None e'er but you,
8                  And your Almighty Master, knew
9                  With heavenly peace of mind to bear
10          (Free from our tyrant-passions, anger, scorn, or fear)
11                The giddy turns of pop'lar rage,
12          And all the contradictions of a poison'd age;
13             The Son of God pronounc'd by the same breath
14             Which strait pronounc'd his death;
15             And tho' I should but ill be understood
16             In wholly equalling our sin and theirs,
17             And measuring by the scanty thread of wit
18             What we call holy, and great, and just, and good,
19          (Methods in talk whereof our pride and ignorance make use)
20             And which our wild ambition foolishly compares
21                With endless and with infinite;
22             Yet pardon, native Albion, when I say
23          Among thy stubborn sons there haunts that spirit of Jews,
24             That those forsaken wretches who to-day
25                Revile His great ambassador,
26             Seem to discover what they would have done
27             (Were his humanity on earth once more)
28          To his undoubted Master, Heaven's Almighty Son.


VII.


1            But zeal is weak and ignorant, tho' wond'rous proud,
2               Though very turbulent and very loud;
3                  The crazy composition shews,
4            Like that fantastic medley in the idol's toes,

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5                  Made up of iron mixt with clay,
6                  This, crumbles into dust,
7                  That, moulders into rust,
8                  Or melts by the first show'r away.
9            Nothing is fix'd that mortals see or know,
10          Unless, perhaps, some stars above be so;
11             And those, alas, do show
12          Like all transcendent excellence below;
13             In both, false mediums cheat our sight,
14          And far exalted objects lessen by their height:
15             Thus, primitive Sancroft moves too high
16             To be observ'd by vulgar eye,
17             And rolls the silent year
18             On his own secret regular sphere,
19          And sheds, tho' all unseen, his sacred influence here.


VIII.


1            Kind Star, still may'st thou shed thy sacred influence here,
2               Or from thy private peaceful orb appear;
3               For, sure, we want some guide from Heav'n to show
4               The way which ev'ry wand'ring fool below
5                  Pretends so perfectly to know;
6               And which for ought I see, and much I fear,
7                  The world has wholly miss'd;
8               I mean, the way which leads to Christ:
9            Mistaken Ideots! see how giddily they run,
10             Led blindly on by avarice and pride,
11                What mighty numbers follow them;
12                Each fond of erring with his guide:
13             Some whom ambition drives, seek Heaven's high Son
14             In Caesar's court, or in Jerusalem;
15                Others, ignorantly wise,
16          Among proud Doctors and disputing Pharisees:
17          What could the Sages gain but unbelieving scorn;
18             Their faith was so uncourtly when they said
19          That Heaven's high Son was in a village born;

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20                That the world's Saviour had been
21                In a vile manger laid,
22                And foster'd in a wretched inn. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


IX.


1            Necessity, thou tyrant conscience of the great,
2            Say, why the Church is still led blindfold by the State? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
3               Why should the first be ruin'd and laid waste,
4               To mend dilapidations in the last?
5            And yet the world, whose eyes are on our mighty Prince,
6                  Thinks Heav'n has cancel'd all our sins,
7            And that his subjects share his happy influence;
8            Follow the model close, for so I'm sure they should,
9            But wicked kings draw more examples than the good;
10             And divine Sancroft, weary with the weight
11          Of a declining Church, by Faction her worse foe opprest,
12                Finding the Mitre almost grown
13                A load as heavy as the Crown,
14             Wisely retreated to his heavenly rest.


X.


1               Ah, may no unkind earthquake of the State,
2                  Nor hurricano from the Crown,
3            Disturb the present Mitre, as that fearful storm of late,
4               Which in its dusky march along the plain,
5                  Swept up whole churches as it list,
6                  Wrapp'd in a whirlwind and a mist;
7            Like that prophetic tempest in the virgin reign,
8               And swallow'd them at last, or flung them down.
9               Such were the storms good Sancroft long has borne;
10             The Mitre, which his sacred head has worn,
11             Was, like his Master's Crown, inwreath'd with thorn.
12          Death's sting is swallow'd up in victory at last,
13                The bitter cup is from him past:
14                Fortune in both extremes,

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15             Tho' blasts from contrariety of winds,
16                Yet to firm heavenly minds,
17             Is but one thing under two different names;
18          And even the sharpest eye that has the prospect seen,
19             Confesses ignorance to judge between;
20          And must, to human reasoning opposite, conclude
21          To point out which is moderation, which is fortitude.


XI.


1            Thus Sancroft, in the exaltation of retreat,
2               Shews lustre that was shaded in his seat;
3               Short glimm'rings of the prelate glorify'd;
4            Which the disguise of greatness only served to hide;
5               Why should the Sun, alas, be proud
6               To lodge behind a golden cloud;
7            Tho' fring'd with ev'ning gold the cloud appears so gay,
8            'Tis but a low-born vapor kindled by a ray;
9               At length 'tis over-blown and past,
10             Puff'd by the people's spightful blast,
11          The daz'ling glory dimms their prostituted sight,
12             No deflower'd eye can face the naked light:
13             Yet does this high perfection well proceed
14                From strength of its own native seed,
15          This wilderness the world, like that poetic wood of old,
16                Bears one, and but one branch of gold,
17             Where the bless'd spirit lodges like the dove,
18          And which (to heavenly soil transplanted) will improve,
19          To be, as 'twas below, the brightest plant above;
20             For, whate'er theologic lev'llers dream,
21                There are degrees above I know
22                As well as here below,
23          (The goddess Muse herself has told me so)
24          Where high patrician souls dress'd heavenly gay,
25          Sit clad in lawn of purer woven day,

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26          There some high spiritual [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note throne to Sancroft shall be given,
27                In the metropolis of heaven;
28          Chief of the mitred saints, and from arch-prelate here,
29                Translated to arch-angel there.


XII.


1               Since, happy Saint, since it has been of late
2                  Either our blindness or our fate,
3                  To lose the providence of thy cares,
4               Pity a miserable Church's tears,
5               That begs the pow'rful blessing of thy pray'rs.
6               Some angel say, what were the nation's crimes,
7               That sent these wild reformers to our times;
8                  Say what their senseless malice meant,
9                  To tear Religion's lovely face;
10             Strip her of ev'ry ornament and grace,
11          In striving to wash off th'imaginary paint: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12             Religion now does on her death-bed lie,
13          Heart-sick of a high fever and consuming atrophy;
14          How the physicians swarm to shew their mortal skill,
15          And by their college-arts methodically kill:
16          Reformers and physicians differ but in name,
17             One end in both, and the design the same;
18             Cordials are in their talk, whilst all they mean
19                Is but the patient's death, and gain---
20                Check in thy satire, angry muse,
21                Or a more worthy subject chuse:
22             Let not the outcasts of this outcast age
23             Provoke the honour of my Muse's rage,
24                Nor be thy mighty spirit rais'd,
25                Since Heaven and Cato both are pleas'd---
26                      [The rest of the poem is lost.]


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To Mr. CONGREVE. Written November 1693. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose and Verse. ... MDCCLXXXIX. p. 225. Works, ed. Nichols, 1801, xviii. 407.

[2]  Works, ed. Scott, 1814, xiv. 36.

[3]  When only six years old Swift was sent by his uncle, Godwin Swift, to the grammar school of Kilkenny, where he remained 1674-82. Two years later he was joined by his cousin Thomas. In 1681, or 1682, William Congreve, who was two years Swift's junior, was sent to the same school. There is no evidence that they formed any acquaintance at this time. But later they were together at Trinity College, Dublin, which Swift entered 24 April, 1682, and Congreve 5 April, 1685, where, also, they had the same tutor, St. George Ashe.

[4]  In 1693 Swift was still in the household service of Sir William Temple, and obscure, while Congreve had risen to fame with the brilliant success of his first play, The Old Batchelor, which appeared in January of that year. His second play, The Double-Dealer, was performed at Drury Lane in October, 1693, and published on the 4th of December. Following the appearance of The Double-Dealer, Swift composed the following poem, to which he makes detailed reference in a letter addressed to his cousin, Thomas, 6 December, 1693, evidently from Moor Park: 'I desire you would inform yourself what you mean by bidding me keep my verses for Will Congreve's next play, for I tell you they were calculated for any of his, and if it were but acted when you say, it is as early as ever I intended, since I only design they should be printed before it, so I desire you will send me word immediately how it succeeded, whether well, ill or indifferently, because my sending them to Mr. Congreve depends upon knowing the issue. They are almost two hundred and fifty lines not Pindaric.' (Corresp. i. 368.)

[5]  There is no record that Congreve ever received a copy of the poem. It was first printed by Nichols in 1789. The text is here reprinted as given by him.




6            Thrice, with a prophet's voice and prophet's pow'r,
7               The Muse was call'd in a poetic hour,
8            And insolently thrice, the slighted Maid
9            Dar'd to suspend her unregarded aid;
10          Then with that grief we form in spirits divine,
11          Pleads for her own neglect, and thus reproaches mine:

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12             Once highly honour'd! False is the pretence
13          You make to truth, retreat, and innocence;
14          Who, to pollute my shades, bring'st with thee down
15          The most ungen'rous vices of the town;
16          Ne'er sprang a youth from out this isle before
17          I once esteem'd, and lov'd, and favour'd more,
18          Nor ever maid endur'd such court-like scorn,
19          So much in mode, so very city-born;
20          'Tis with a foul design the muse you send,
21          Like a cast mistress to your wicked friend;
22          But find some new address, some fresh deceit,
23          Nor practise such an antiquated cheat;
24          These are the beaten methods of the stews,
25          Stale forms of course, all mean deceivers use,
26          Who barbarously think to 'scape reproach,
27          By prostituting her they first debauch.

28             Thus did the Muse severe unkindly blame
29          This off'ring long design'd to Congreve's fame;
30          First chid the zeal as unpoetic fire,
31          Which soon his merit forc'd her to inspire;
32          Then call this verse, that speaks her largest aid,
33          The greatest compliment she ever made,
34          And wisely judge, no pow'r beneath divine
35          Could leap the bounds which part your world and mine;
36          For, youth, believe, to you unseen, is fix'd
37          A mighty gulph unpassable betwixt.

38             Nor tax the goddess of a mean design
39          To praise your parts by publishing of mine;
40          That be my thought when some large bulky writ
41          Shews in the front the ambition of my wit;
42          There to surmount what bears me up, and sing
43          Like the victorious wren perch'd on the eagle's wing;
44          This could I do, and proudly o'er him tow'r,
45          Were my desires but heighten'd to my pow'r.

46             Godlike the force of my young Congreve's bays,
47          Soft'ning the muse's thunder into praise;
48          Sent to assist an old unvanquish'd pride
49          That looks with scorn on half mankind beside;

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50          A pride that well suspends poor mortals fate,
51          Gets between them and my resentment's weight,
52          Stands in the gap 'twist me and wretched men,
53          T'avert th'impending judgments of my pen.
54             Thus I look down with mercy on the age,
55          By hopes my Congreve will reform the stage;
56          For never did poetic mine before
57          Produce a richer vein or cleaner ore;
58          The bullion stampt in your refining mind
59          Serves by retail to furnish half mankind.
60          With indignation I behold your wit
61          Forc'd on me, crack'd, and clipp'd, and counterfeit,
62          By vile pretenders, who a stock maintain
63          From broken scraps and filings of your brain.
64          Through native dross your share is hardly known,
65          And by short views mistook for all their own;
66          So small the gain those from your wit do reap,
67          Who blend it into folly's larger heap,
68          Like the sun's scatter'd beams which loosely pass,
69          When some rough hand breaks the assembling-glass.

70             Yet want your critics no just cause to rail,
71          Since knaves are ne'er oblig'd for what they steal.
72          These pad on wit's high road, and suits maintain
73          With those they rob, by what their trade does gain.
74          Thus censure seems that fiery froth which breeds
75          O'er the sun's face, and from his heat proceeds,
76          Crusts o'er the day, shadowing its parent beam
77          As antient nature's modern masters dream;
78          This bids some curious praters here below
79          Call Titan sick, because their sight is so;
80          And well, methinks, does this allusion fit
81          To scribblers, and the god of light and wit;
82          Those who by wild delusions entertain
83          A lust of rhiming for a poet's vein,
84          Raise envy's clouds to leave themselves in night,
85          But can no more obscure my Congreve's light

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86          Than swarms of gnats, that wanton in a ray
87          Which gave them birth, can rob the world of day.
88             What northern hive pour'd out these foes to wit?
89          Whence came these Goths to overrun the pit?
90          How would you blush the shameful birth to hear
91          Of those you so ignobly stoop to fear;
92          For, ill to them, long have I travell'd since
93          Round all the circles of impertinence,
94          Search'd in the nest where every worm did lie
95          Before it grew a city butterfly;
96          I'm sure I found them other kind of things
97          Than those with backs of silk and golden wings;
98          A search, no doubt, as curious and as wise
99          As virtuosoes' in dissecting flies;
100        For, could you think? the fiercest foes you dread,
101        And court in prologues, all are country-bred;
102        Bred in my scene, and for the poet's sins
103        Adjourn'd from tops and grammar to the inns;
104        Those beds of dung, where schoolboys sprout up beaus
105        Far sooner than the nobler mushroom grows:
106        These are the lords of the poetic schools,
107        Who preach the saucy pedantry of rules;
108        Those pow'rs the criticks, who may boast the odds
109        O'er Nile, with all its wilderness of gods;
110        Nor could the nations kneel to viler shapes,
111        Which worship'd cats, and sacrific'd to apes;
112        And can you think the wise forbear to laugh
113        At the warm zeal that breeds this golden calf?
114           Haply you judge these lines severely writ
115        Against the proud usurpers of the pit;
116        Stay while I tell my story, short, and true;
117        To draw conclusions shall be left to you;
118        Nor need I ramble far to force a rule,
119        But lay the scene just here at Farnham school.
120           Last year, a lad hence by his parents sent
121        With other cattle to the city went;
122        Where having cast his coat, and well pursu'd
123        The methods most in fashion to be lewd,

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124        Return'd a finish'd spark this summer down,
125        Stock'd with the freshest gibberish of the town;
126        A jargon form'd from the lost language, wit,
127        Confounded in that Babel of the pit;
128        Form'd by diseas'd conceptions, weak, and wild,
129        Sick lust of souls, and an abortive child;
130        Born between whores and fops, by lewd compacts,
131        Before the play, or else between the acts:
132        Nor wonder, if from such polluted minds
133        Should spring such short and transitory kinds,
134        Or crazy rules to make us wits by rote
135        Last just as long as ev'ry cuckow's note:
136        What bungling, rusty tools, are us'd by fate!
137        'Twas in an evil hour to urge my hate,
138        My hate, whose lash just heaven has long decreed
139        Shall on a day make sin and folly bleed; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
140        When man's ill genius to my presence sent
141        This wretch, to rouse my wrath, for ruin meant;
142        Who in his idiom vile, with Gray's-inn grace,
143        Squander'd his noisy talents to my face;
144        Nam'd ev'ry player on this fingers ends,
145        Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends;
146        Talk'd with that saucy and familiar ease
147        Of Wycherly, and you, and Mr. Bays; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
148        Said, how a late report your friends had vex'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
149        Who heard you meant to write heroics next;
150        For, tragedy, he knew, would lose you quite,
151        And told you so at Will's but t'other night.
152           Thus are the lives of fools a sort of dreams,
153        Rend'ring shades, things, and substances of names;

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154        Such high companions may delusion keep,
155        Lords are a footboy's cronies in his sleep.
156        As a fresh miss, by fancy, face, and gown,
157        Render'd the topping beauty of the town,
158        Draws ev'ry rhyming, prating, dressing sot,
159        To boast of favours that he never got;
160        Of which, whoe'er lacks confidence to prate,
161        Brings his good parts and breeding in debate;
162        And not the meanest coxcomb you can find,
163        But thanks his stars, that Phyllis has been kind;
164        Thus prostitute my Congreve's name is grown
165        To ev'ry lew'd pretender of the town.
166        'Troth I could pity you; but this is it,
167        You find, to be the fashionable wit;
168        These are the slaves whom reputation chains,
169        Whose maintenance requires no help from brains.
170        For, should the vilest scribbler to the pit,
171        Whom sin and want e'er furnish'd out a wit;
172        Whose name must not within my lines be shewn,
173        Lest here it live, when perish'd with his own; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
174        Should such a wretch usurp my Congreve's place,
175        And chuse out wits who ne'er have seen his face;
176        I'll be my life but the dull cheat would pass,
177        Nor need the lion's skin conceal the ass;
178        Yes, that beau's look, that voice, those critic ears,
179        Must needs be right, so well resembling theirs.
180           Perish the Muse's hour, thus vainly spent
181        In satire, to my Congreve's praises meant;
182        In how ill season her resentments rule,
183        What's that to her if mankind be a fool?

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184        Happy beyond a private muse's fate,
185        In pleasing all that's good among the great, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
186        Where tho' her elder sisters crowding throng,
187        She still is welcome with her inn'cent song;
188        Whom were my Congreve blest to see and know,
189        What poor regards would merit all below!
190        How proudly would he haste the joy to meet,
191        And drop his laurel at Apollo's feet.

192           Here by a mountain's side, a reverend cave
193        Gives murmuring passage to a lasting wave;
194        'Tis the world's wat'ry hour-glass streaming fast,
195        Time is no more when th'utmost drop is past;
196        Here, on a better day, some druid dwelt,
197        And the young Muse's early favour felt;
198        Druid, a name she does with pride repeat,
199        Confessing Albion once her darling seat;
200        Far in this primitive cell might we pursue
201        Our predecessors foot-steps, still in view;
202        Here would we sing---But, ah! you think I dream,
203        And the bad world may well believe the same;
204        Yes; you are all malicious standers-by,
205        While two fond lovers prate, the Muse and I.
206           Since thus I wander from my first intent,
207        Nor am that grave adviser which I meant;
208        Take this short lesson from the god of bayes,
209        And let my friend apply it as he please:

210        Beat not the dirty paths where vulgar feet have trod, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
211           But give the vigorous fancy room.
212        For when like stupid alchymists you try
213              To fix this nimble god,
214              This volatile mercury,
215        The subtil spirit all flies up in fume;

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216           Nor shall the bubbl'd virtuoso find
217        More than a fade insipid mixture left behind. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

218           Whilst [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note thus I write, vast shoals of critics come,
219        And on my verse pronounce their saucy doom;
220        The Muse, like some bright country virgin, shows,
221        Fall'n by mishap amongst [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a knot of beaux;
222        They, in their lewd and fashionable prate,
223        Rally her dress, her language, and her gait;
224        Spend their base coin before the bashful maid,
225        Current like copper, and as often paid:
226        She, who on shady banks has joy'd to sleep
227        Near better animals, her father's sheep;
228        Sham'd and amaz'd, beholds the chatt'ring throng,
229        To think what cattle she has got among;
230        But with the odious smell and sight annoy'd,
231        In haste she does th'offensive herd avoid. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
232           'Tis time to bid my friend a long farewell,
233        The muse retreats far in yon chrystal cell;
234        Faint inspiration sickens as she flies,
235        Like distant echo spent, the spirit dies.

236           In this descending sheet you'll haply find
237        Some short refreshment for your weary mind,
238        Nought it contains is common or unclean,
239        And once drawn up, is ne'er let down again. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: OCCASIONED BY SIR W---T---'s LATE ILLNESS AND RECOVERY. Written December 1693 [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose and Verse.... MDCCLXXXIX. p. 233. Works, ed. Nichols, 1801, xviii. 415.

[2]  Works, ed. Scott, 1814, xiv. 45.

[3]  Sir William Temple was a constant sufferer from the gout and other complaints. In 1693 he was for some time seriously ill. See Courtenay's Memoirs of Sir William Temple, 1836, ii. 135.

[4]  The text follows that of Miscellaneous Pieces, 1789.




5            Strange to conceive, how the same objects strike
6            At distant hours the mind with forms so like!
7            Whether in time, deduction's broken chain
8            Meets, and salutes her sister link again;
9            Or hunted fancy, by a circling flight,
10          Comes back with joy to its own seat at night;
11          Or whether dead imagination's ghost
12          Oft hovers where alive it haunted most;
13          Or if thought's rolling globe her circle run,
14          Turns up old objects to the soul her sun;
15          Or loves the muse to walk with conscious pride
16          O'er the glad scene whence first she rose a bride:
17             Be what it will; late near you whisp'ring stream,
18          Where her own Temple was her darling theme;
19          There first the visionary sound was heard,
20          When to poetic view the Muse appear'd.
21          Such seem'd her eyes, as when an evening ray
22          Gives glad farewell to a tempestuous day;
23          Weak is the beam to dry up nature's tears,
24          Still ev'ry tree the pendent sorrow wears;
25          Such are the smiles where drops of chrystal show,
26          Approaching joy at strife with parting woe. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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27             As when to scare th'ungrateful or the proud
28          Tempests long frown, and thunder threatens loud,
29          Till the blest sun to give kind dawn of grace
30          Darts weeping beams across heaven's wat'ry face;
31          When soon the peaceful bow unstring'd is shown,
32          A sign God's dart is shot, and wrath o'erblown;
33          Such to unhallowed sight the Muse divine
34          Might seem, when first she rais'd her eyes to mine.
35             What mortal change does in thy face appear,
36          Lost youth, she cry'd, since first I met thee here!
37          With how undecent clouds are overcast
38          Thy looks, when every cause of grief is past!
39          Unworthy the glad tidings which I bring,
40          Listen while the muse thus teaches thee to sing:
41             As parent earth, burst by imprison'd winds,
42          Scatters strange agues o'er men's sickly minds,
43          And shakes the atheist's knees; such ghastly fear
44          Late I beheld on every face appear;
45          Mild Dorothea, peaceful, wise and great, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          Trembling beheld the doubtful hand of fate;
47          Mild Dorothea, whom we both have long
48          Not dar'd to injure with our lowly song;
49          Sprung from a better world, and chosen then
50          The best companion for the best of men:
51          As some fair pile, yet spar'd by zeal and rage,
52          Lives pious witness of a better age;
53          So men may see what once was womankind,
54          In the fair shrine of Dorothea's mind.

55             You that would grief describe, come here and trace
56          It's watery footsteps in Dorinda's face; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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57          Grief from Dorinda's face does ne'er depart
58          Further than its own palace in her heart:
59          Ah, since our fears are fled, this insolent expel,
60          At least confine the tyrant to his cell.
61          And if so black the cloud, that heaven's bright queen
62          Shrouds her still beams; how should the stars be seen?
63          Thus, when Dorinda wept, joy ev'ry face forsook,
64          And grief flung sables on each menial look;
65          The humble tribe mourn'd for the quick'ning soul,
66          That furnish'd spirit and motion through the whole;
67          So would earth's face turn pale, and life decay,
68          Should heaven suspend to act but for a day;
69          So nature's craz'd convulsions make us dread
70          That time is sick, or the world's mind is dead.---
71          Take, youth, these thoughts, large matter to employ
72          The fancy furnish'd by returning joy;
73          And to mistaken man these truths rehearse,
74          Who dare revile the integrity of verse:
75          Ah fav'rite youth, how happy is thy lot!---
76          But I'm deceiv'd, or thou regard'st me not;
77          Speak, for I wait thy answer, and expect
78          Thy just submission for this bold neglect.
79             Unknown the forms we the high-priesthood use
80          At the divine appearance of the Muse,
81          Which to divulge might shake profane belief,
82          And tell the irreligion of my grief;
83          Grief that excus'd the tribute of my knees,
84          And shap'd my passion in such words as these.
85             Malignant goddess! bane to my repose,
86          Thou universal cause of all my woes;
87          Say, whence it comes that thou art grown of late
88          A poor amusement for my scorn and hate;
89          The malice thou inspir'st I never fail
90          On thee to wreak the tribute when I rail;
91          Fools common-place thou art, their weak ensconcing fort,
92          Th'appeal of dullness in the last resort:

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93          Heaven with a parent's eye regarding earth,
94          Deals out to man the planet of his birth;
95          But sees thy meteor blaze about me shine,
96          And passing o'er, mistakes thee still for mine:
97          Ah, should I tell a secret yet unknown,
98          That thou ne'er hadst a being of thy own,
99          But a wild form dependent on the brain,
100        Scatt'ring loose features o'er the optic vein;
101        Troubling the chrystal fountain of the sight,
102        Which darts on poets eyes a trembling light;
103        Kindled while reason sleeps, but quickly flies,
104        Like antic shapes in dreams, from waking eyes:
105        In sum, a glitt'ring voice, a painted name,
106        A walking vapor, like thy sister fame.
107        But if thou be'st what thy mad vot'ries prate,
108        A female pow'r, loose-govern'd thoughts create;
109        Why near the dregs of youth perversely wilt thou stay,
110        So highly courted by the brisk and gay?
111        Wert thou right woman, thou shouldst scorn to look
112        On an abandon'd wretch by hopes forsook;
113        Forsook by hopes, ill fortune's last relief,
114        Assign'd for life to unremitting grief;
115        For, let heaven's wrath enlarge these weary days,
116        If hope e'er dawns the smallest of its rays. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
117        Time o'er the happy takes so swift a flight,
118        And treads so soft, so easy, and so light,
119        That we the wretched, creeping far behind,
120        Can scarce th'impression of his foot-steps find;
121        Smooth as that airy nymph so subtly borne [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
122        With inoffensive feet o'er standing corn;
123        Which bow'd by evening-breeze with bending stalks,

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124        Salutes the weary trav'ller as he walks;
125        But o'er th'afflicted with a heavy pace
126        Sweeps the broad scythe, and tramples on his face.
127        Down [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note falls the summer's pride, and sadly shews
128        Nature's bare visage furrowed as he mows:
129        See Muse, what havock in these looks appear
130        These are the tyrant's trophies of a year;
131        Since hope his last and greatest foe is fled,
132        Despair and he lodge ever in its stead;
133        March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow,
134        Still scatt'ring desolation where they go.
135        To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind,
136        Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd;
137        To thee, what oft I vainly strive to hide,
138        That scorn of fools, by fools mistook for pride;
139        From thee whatever virtue takes its rise,
140        Grows a misfortune, or becomes a vice;
141        Such were thy rules to be poetically great,
142        "Stoop not to int'rest, flattery, or deceit;
143        Nor with hir'd thoughts be thy devotion paid;
144        Learn to disdain their mercenary aid;
145        Be this thy sure defence, thy brazen wall,
146        Know no base action, at no guilt turn pale;
147        And since unhappy distance thus denies
148        T'expose thy soul, clad in this poor disguise;
149        Since thy few ill-presented graces seem
150        To breed contempt where thou hast hop'd esteem."---
151           Madness like this no fancy ever seiz'd,
152        Still to be cheated, never to be pleas'd;
153        Since one false beam of joy in sickly minds
154        Is all the poor content delusion finds.---
155        There thy enchantment broke, and from this hour
156        I here renounce thy visionary pow'r;
157        And since thy essence on my breath depends,
158        Thus with a puff the whole delusion ends.


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Occasional Poems 1698-1710


In this section are arranged, in chronological order, poems written after the death of Sir William Temple and before the period, 1710-14, in which Swift became a notable figure in the political world. He was between thirty and forty-three years of age. Abandoning imitative exercises he found a natural style. His movements during these years may be briefly indicated:
27 January, 1699: Sir William Temple died.
Summer of 1699 to the beginning of April, 1701: In Ireland with Lord Berkeley.
April to September, 1701: In England.
To April, 1702: In Ireland.
April to October, 1702: In England.
October, 1702, to November, 1703: In Ireland.
To May, 1704: In England.
June, 1704, to November, 1707: In Ireland.
November, 1707, to end of June, 1709: In England.
July, 1709, to end of August, 1710: In Ireland.
7 September, 1710: Arrived in London.




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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: VERSES wrote in a Lady's Ivory Table-Book. Anno. 1698. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, 1711, p. 351 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 349). Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 54 (1731, p. 166; 1733, p. 166). Faulkner, 1735, ii. II (1737, ii. 9). [Ref. F.]

[2]  The exact date of composition cannot be fixed. In the Miscellanies of 1711 it was assigned to 1698. No date is stated in the Miscellanies, 1727. Faulkner gives 1706. Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 127, places it between 1703 and 1706. It may have been written early and revised about 1706.

[3]  The text is reprinted from the Miscellanies, 1711.



4            Peruse my Leaves thro' ev'ry Part,
5            And think thou seest my owners Heart,
6            Scrawl'd o'er with Trifles thus, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and quite
7            As hard, as sensless, and as light:
8            Expos'd to every Coxcomb's Eyes,
9            But hid with Caution from the Wise.
10          Here you may read (Dear Charming Saint)
11          Beneath (A new Receit [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note for Paint)
12          Here in Beau-spelling (tru tel deth)
13          There in her own (far an el breth)
14          Here (lovely Nymph pronounce my doom)
15          There (A safe way to use Perfume)
16          Here, a Page fill'd with Billet Doux;
17          On t'other side (laid out for Shoes)
18          (Madam, I dye without your Grace)
19          (Item, for half a Yard of Lace.)
20          Who that had Wit would place it here,
21          For every peeping Fop to Jear. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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22          To think that your Brains Issue is [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          Expos'd to th' Excrement of his, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24          In power of Spittle and a Clout
25          When e're he please to blot it out;
26          And then to heighten the Disgrace
27          Clap his own Nonsence in the place.
28          Whoe're expects to hold his part
29          In such a Book and such a Heart,
30          If he be Wealthy and a Fool
31          Is in all Points the fittest Tool,
32          Of whom it may be justly said,
33          He's a Gold [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Pencil tipt with Lead. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Discovery. An. 1699. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Swift's autograph in the Pierpont Morgan Library, New York, formerly in the Fountaine Collection.

[2]  Orrery Papers, Harvard College Library, MS. Eng. 218. 14, vol. iii, pp. 112-14. [Ref. H.C.L.]

[3]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 261 (1749, xi. 261; 1751, xiv. 231).

[4]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (I), 298.

[5]  Essay, Deane Swift, 1755, p. 110. [Ref. D.S.]

[6]  Swift arrived in Dublin with Lord Berkeley in the summer of 1699, having, on the voyage, acted both as secretary and chaplain. According to his own statement it was intended that he should continue to hold both offices. It seems doubtful whether this could have been Lord Berkeley's intention. After the arrival of the party in Dublin Swift was superseded as secretary by Arthur Bushe, who had not travelled over with Berkeley (B.M., Add. MS. 28,884. f. 167; Corresp. i. 31 n.1). Later Swift was further incensed by Bushe, to whom he believed Dr. John Bolton (see p. 72 n.) was indebted for the Deanery of Derry, a preferment he desired for himself. 'The Discovery' was written towards the end of 1699; or at least before February, 1700, when Bolton was presented to the Deanery of

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Derry, for the satire is not markedly bitter. Swift's manuscript gives the date as 'An. 1699.'; and this is the date stated by Deane Swift in his Essay.

[7]  On the whole incident see further Forster, Life, pp. 110-11; Craik, Life, 2nd edn., i. 98-100; Corresp. i. 33 n.1. The account of the transaction given by Sheridan, Life, pp. 33-4, is based on hearsay, and its details are open to doubt.

[8]  The text is printed from the Fountaine MS., which is Swift's hand with an attempt, not unnatural, at disguise. Swift was copying from an earlier draft. Line 2, blotted out, originally stood as in the printed version; and the first line of the tenth stanza was copied four lines out of place, and then scratched out. The H.C.L. MS., in a clerical hand, has only one verbal variant. Both manuscripts divide the stanzas. There are no stanza divisions in the printed versions. Variants from Swift's spelling and punctuation are ignored in the apparatus, save in two instances.




9            When wise Ld B--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note---first came here,
10          We Irish Folks [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note expected wonders,
11          Nor thought to find so great a Peer
12          E'er a week pas't committing Blunders:

13          Till on a Day cut out by Fate,
14          When Folks came thick to make their Court
15          Out slipp't a Mystery of State
16          To give the Town and Country Sport.

17          Now Enter [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Bush with new State-Airs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          His Lordship's premier Ministre,
19          And who in all profound Affairs [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
20          Is [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note held as needfull as His Glyster [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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21          With Head reclining on his Shoulder,
22          He deals, and Hears mysterious Chat;
23          While every ignorant Beholder
24          Asks of his Neighbor; Who is that?

25          With this He putt up to My L---d
26          The Courtiers kept their Distance due,
27          He twitcht his sleeve, and stole a word,
28          Then to a Corner both withdrew.

29          Imagine now My L---d and Bu---sh
30          Whisp'ring in Junto [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note most profound,
31          Like good King Phys: and good King Ush: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          While all the rest stood gaping round

33          At length, a spark not too well bred
34          Of forward Face, and Ear acute,
35          Advanc't on tiptoe, lean'd his Head
36          To overheare the grand Dispute.

37          To learn what Northern Kings design,
38          Or from Whitehall some new Express,
39          Papists disarm'd, or Fall of Coin,
40          For sure (thought He) it can't be less.

41          My Ld, sd Bush, a Friend and I
42          Disguis'd in two old thredbare Coats
43          Ere Mornings dawn stole out to spy
44          How Markets went for Hey and Oats.

45          With that he draws two Handfulls out,
46          The one was Oats, the other Hay,
47          Putts This to's Excellency's Snout,
48          And begs, He would the other weigh.

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49          My Lord seems pleas'd, but still directs
50          By all means to bring down the Rates,
51          Then with a Congee circumflex
52          Bush smiling round on all, retreats

53          Our Listner stood a while confus'd,
54          But gath'ring spirits, wisely ran for't,
55          Enrag'd to see the World abus'd
56          By two such whisp'ring Kings [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of Brandford. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The PROBLEM. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Orrery Papers, Harvard College Library, MS. Eng. 218. 14, vol. iii, pp. 110-12.

[2]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 263 (1749, xi. 263; 1751, xiv. 233).

[3]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 299.

[4]  A sub-title to this poem, as first printed, runs, 'That my Lord B---ly stinks, when he's in Love---', and the satire has been interpreted as an attack upon Berkeley in consequence of Swift's anger at the preferment of Bolton to the Deanery of Derry. But Swift never broke off relationship with Berkeley, despite no great love for him; and it is a little difficult to believe that the satire of 'The Problem' was directed against a man with whom he was on sufficiently friendly terms (see n. p. 62, 1. 1). The satire of 'The Discovery' is comparatively harmless. Moreover, immediately before coming to Ireland, as chaplain to Berkeley, Swift conceived himself to have been injured by a man of very different character, Henry Sidney, Earl of Romney, who had promised to prefer to the King his petition for a prebend of Canterbury or Westminster, and gone no further in the matter (Essay, Deane Swift, 1755, Appendix, p. 50; Forster, Life, pp. 15-16). He never lost his dislike of Romney, describing him in the Fragment of Autobiography as 'an old, vicious, illiterate rake, without any sense of truth or honour'; and in a note to Macky's Characters (Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, x. 274) denied him any honesty or capacity. It is therefore of the utmost significance that a manuscript copy of this poem, among the Orrery Papers at Harvard, carries the sub-title: 'That Sidney E. of R---mn---y st---ks, when

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he is in Love'. In addition, the satire is more directly applicable to Romney than to Berkeley.

[5]  Henry Sidney, fourth and youngest son of Robert, second Earl of Leicester, was born at Paris in 1641. While envoy at The Hague, 1679-81, he gained the confidence of William of Orange. He carried over the secret invitation to William, and accompanied him to England. In 1692 he was Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, where he acquitted himself incompetently, and was recalled. Nevertheless he was created Earl of Romney in 1694. He died in 1704. The handsomest man of his time, he was a notorious profligate, and the terror of husbands. He was the cause of an estrangement between the Duke and Duchess of York; and maintained a long intrigue with the wife of his nephew Sunderland. See Diary and letters, edited in two volumes, 1843, by R.W. Blencowe.

[6]  In 'The Problem' the object of the satire is described as 'So sweet a Passion', and 'an universal Lover'. Three women are named as his loves. All this applies much more aptly to the libertine bachelor, Romney, than to Berkeley. On the other hand 1. 35, 'Ambitious of a Regent's Heart', may be thought more appropriate to Berkeley, who was one of the Lords Justices with the Duke of Bolton and Lord Galway; but Romney had served in the same capacity, and as Lord Lieutenant. On the face of it, therefore, it is more than probable that Orrery is right in his attribution of the satire. The poem was not printed till after Swift's death, and there is no evidence for the suggestion that it was directed against Berkeley.

[7]  The Harvard MS. is more careful than the first printed text, and is here used.



8               Did ever Problem thus perplex,
9            Or more employ the Female Sex?
10          So sweet a Passion who cou'd think,
11          Jove ever form'd to make a S---k? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12          The Ladys vow, and swear they'll try,
13          Whether it be a Truth, or Lye.
14          Love's Fire, it seems, like inward Heat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          Works in my Lord by St---I and Sweat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
16          Which brings a St---k from ev'ry Pore, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          And from behind, and from before;
18          Yet, what is wonderful to tell it,
19          None but the Fav'rite Nymph can smell it.
20             But now, to solve the Nat'ral Cause [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
21          By sober, Philosophick Laws,

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22          Whether all Passions, when in Ferment,
23          Work out, as Anger does in Vermin? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24          So, when a Weasel you torment,
25          You find his Passion by his Scent.
26          We read of Kings, who in a Fright,
27          Tho' on a Throne, wou'd fall to sh---.
28          Beside all this, deep Scholars know,
29          That the main String of Cupid's Bow,
30          Once on a Time, was an A---Gut,
31          Now to a nobler Office put,
32          By Favour, or Desert preferr'd
33          From giving Passage to a T---.
34          But still, tho' fixt among the Stars,
35          Does sympathize with Human A---.
36          Thus when you feel and hard-bound B--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
37          Conclude Love's Bow-String at full Stretch;
38          Till the kind L---seness [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note comes, and then
39          Conclude the Bow relax'd again.
40             And now the Ladys all are bent,
41          To try the great Experiment;
42          Ambitious of a Regent's Heart
43          Spread all their Charms to catch a F---;
44          Watching the first unsav'ry Wind,
45          Some ply before, and some behind.
46          My Lord, on Fire amidst the Dames,
47          F---s like a Laurel in the Flames.
48          The Fair approach the speaking Part,
49          To try the Back-way to his Heart;
50          For, as when we a Gun discharge,
51          Altho' the Bore be ne'er so large,
52          Before the Flame from Muzzle burst,
53          Just at the Breech it flashes first:
54          So from my Lord his Passion broke,
55          He f---ted first, and then he spoke.
56             The Ladys vanish, in the Smother,
57          To confer Notes with one another;

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58          And now they all agree, to name
59          Whom each one thought the happy Dame:
60          Quoth Neal, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
61          I'm sure, 'twas I that smelt the S---k. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          You smell the S---k? by--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note you lye,
63          Quoth Ross, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note for, I'll be sworn, 'twas I.
64          Ladys, quoth Levens, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note pray forbear,
65          Let's not fall out; We all had Share.
66          And, by the most we [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note can discover,
67          My Lord's an universal Lover.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: TO THEIR EXCELLENCIES THE Lords Justices of Ireland. The Humble Petition of Frances Harris, Who must Starve, and Die a Maid if it miscarries. Anno. 1700. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  Baucis and Philemon; ... Together with Mrs. Harris's Earnest Petition. ... London: ... H. Hills, ... 1709 (and 1710), p. 9. [Ref. H.]

[2]  Works of ... Rochester and Roscommon. ... To which is added, a Collection of Miscellany Poems ... London: ... Curll, ... 1709. p. 175.

[3]  A Meditation upon a Broom-Stick, and Somewhat Beside; ... London: ... Curll, ... 1710. p. 19. [Ref. C.]

[4]  The Whimsical Medley, ii. 368. (Copied from a printed edition.).

[5]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 353 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 351).

[6]  A Collection of Original Poems, ... London: ... Curll, ... 1714.

[7]  The Bee. A Collection of Choice Poems. Part I. ... London. ... T. Ilive: ... MDCCXV. p. 20.

[8]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 56. (One manuscript correction in Swift's own copy of this volume.)

[9]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 1 (1737, ii. 1). [Ref. F.]

[10]  Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 119 n., is certainly wrong in placing this poem as early as 1699. The Miscellanies, 1711, gives the date as 1700, and Faulkner as 1701. It was composed early in 1701 during the latter part of Berkeley's residence in Ireland. The arrival of the 'Earl of Drogheda, who was one of the lords justices designated to succeed Berkeley and his colleague, ... is mentioned in the Petition as imminent' (Ball, Swift's Verse, p. 46). After some delay Berkeley left Ireland early in April, 1701.

[11]  Swift's poem on Mrs. Harris, one of Lady Berkeley's gentlewomen, passed in manuscript for nine years, and was then published by the pirate printers, Hills and Curll. A Meditation upon a Broom-Stick was published in April, 1710.

[12]  The text here printed is that of the Miscellanies, 1711. The unauthorized

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publications of Hills and Curll generally agree against 1711, 1727, and Faulkner. The poem, as it appeared in The Bee, was printed from a Hills edition.


[13]  Humbly Sheweth.

[14]  That I went to warm my self in Lady Betty's Chamber, because I was cold,

[15]  And I had in a Purse, seven Pound, four Shillings [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and

[16]  six Pence, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note besides Farthings, in Money, and Gold;

[17]  So because I had been buying things for my Lady last Night,

[18]  I was resolved to tell my Money, to see if it was right:

[19]  Now you must know, because my Trunk has a very bad Lock,

[20]  Therefore all the Money, I have, which, God knows, is a very small Stock,

[21]  I keep in a Pocket [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note ty'd about my Middle, next my Smock.

[22]  So when I went to put up my Purse, as God would have it, my Smock was unript,

[23]  And, instead of putting it into my Pocket, down it slipt:

[24]  Then the Bell rung, and I went down [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to put my Lady to Bed,

[25]  And, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead.

[26]  So when I came up again, I found my Pocket feel [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note very light,

[27]  But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse, Lord! I thought I should have sunk outright:



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[28]  Lord! Madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed, says I [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note never worse;

[29]  But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done with my Purse!

[30]  Lord help me, said Mary, I never stirr'd out of this Place!

[31]  Nay, said I, I had it in Lady Betty's Chamber, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that's a plain Case.

[32]  So Mary got me to Bed, and cover'd me up warm,

[33]  However, she stole away my Garters, that I might do my self no Harm:

[34]  So I tumbl'd and toss'd all Night, as you may very well think,

[35]  But hardly ever set my Eyes together, or slept a Wink.

[36]  So I was a-dream'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note methought, that we went and search'd the Folks round,

[37]  And in a Corner of Mrs. Dukes's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Box, ty'd in a Rag, the Money was found.

[38]  So next Morning we told Whittle, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and he fell a Swearing;

[39]  Then my Dame Wadgar [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note came, and she, you know, is thick of Hearing; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had?

[40]  Nay, said she, my Lord Collway's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Folks are all very sad,

[41]  For my Lord Dromedary [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note comes a Tuesday without fail;

[42]  Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I ail.

[43]  Says Cary, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note says he, I have been a Servant this Five and Twenty Years, come Spring,

[44]  And in all the Places I liv'd, I never heard of such a Thing.



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[45]  Yes, says the Steward, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I remember [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note when I was at my Lady Shrewsbury's,

[46]  Such a thing as this happen'd, just about the time of Goosberries.

[47]  So I went to the Party suspected, and I found [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note her full of Grief;

[48]  (Now you must know, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of all Things in the World, I hate a Thief.)

[49]  However, I was resolv'd to bring the Discourse slily about,

[50]  Mrs. Dukes, said I, here's an ugly Accident has happen'd out;

[51]  'Tis not that I value the Money three Skips of a Louse; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note But the Thing I stand upon, is the Credit of the House;

[52]  'Tis true, seven Pound, four Shillings, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and six Pence, makes a great Hole in my Wages,

[53]  Besides, as they say, Service is no Inheritance in these Ages.

[54]  Now, Mrs. Dukes, you know, and every Body understands,

[55]  That tho' 'tis hard to judge, yet Money [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note can't go without Hands.

[56]  The Devil take me, said she, (blessing her self,) if I ever [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note saw't!

[57]  So she roar'd like a Bedlam, as tho' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I had call'd her all [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteto naught;

[58]  So you know, what could I say to her any more,

[59]  I e'en left her, and came away as wise as I was before.



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[60]  Well: But then they would have had me gone to the Cunning Man; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[61]  No, said I, 'tis the same Thing, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Chaplain will be here anon.

[62]  So the Chaplain came in; now [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Servants say, he is my Sweet-heart,

[63]  Because he's always in my Chamber, and I always take his Part;

[64]  So, as the Devil would have it, before I was aware, out I blunder'd,

[65]  Parson, said I, can you cast a Nativity, when a Body's plunder'd?

[66]  (Now you must know, he hates to be call'd Parson, like the Devil.) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[67]  Truly, says [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil:

[68]  If your Money be gone, as a Learned Divine [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note says, d'ye see,

[69]  You are no Text for my Handling, so take [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that from me:

[70]  I was never taken for a Conjurer before, I'd have you to know.

[71]  Lord, said I, don't be angry, I'm [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note sure I never thought you so;

[72]  You know, I honour the Cloth, I design to be a Parson's Wife,

[73]  I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjurer in all my Life.

[74]  With that, he twisted his Girdle at me [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note like a Rope, as who should say,

[75]  Now you may go hang your self for me, and so went away.



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[76]  Well; I thought I should have swoon'd; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Lord, said I, what shall I do?

[77]  I have lost my Money, and shall [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note lose my True-Love too.

[78]  Then my [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Lord call'd me; Harry, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note said my Lord, don't cry,

[79]  I'll give something towards thy Loss; and says my Lady, so will I.

[80]  Oh but, said I, what if after all my [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Chaplain won't come to?

[81]  For that, he said, (an't please your Excellencies) I must Petition You.

[82]  The Premises tenderly consider'd, I desire your Excelencies Protection,

[83]  And that I may have a Share in next Sunday's Collection:

[84]  And over and above, that I may have your Excellencies Letter,

[85]  With an Order for the Chaplain aforesaid; or instead of Him, a Better:

[86]  And then your poor Petitioner, both Night and Day,

[87]  Or the Chaplain, (for 'tis his Trade) as in Duty bound, shall ever Pray.

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A BALLAD on the Game of Traffick. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Volume VIII. of the Author's Works, ... Dublin: ... Faulkner, M,DCC,XLVI. p. 312. [Ref. F.]

[2]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 240 (1749, xi. 240; 1751, xiv. 215). [Refs. 1746, 1751.]

[3]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4 to, iv (1), 282.

[4]  This poem, which is closely connected with that which follows, was not printed till 1746, in the year after Swift's death, although its sequel appeared in 1711, under the author's supervision. Faulkner, misled by the references to Berkeley's household, assigned a wrong date to the poem, adding, under the title, 'Written at the Castle of Dublin, in the Time of the Earl of Berkeley's Government'. Its immediate sequel, the 'Ballad to the Tune of the Cutpurse', is dated 'August, 1702.' in the Miscellanies of 1711; and the mention of Jack Howe in the 'Ballad on the Game of Traffick' shows that this poem was written after the Gloucestershire election of December, 1701. The family scene depicted took place in Berkeley Castle, not Dublin Castle, and in 1702. It is known that Swift visited Lord Berkeley, after he had ceased to be his chaplain (see p. 62 n.); and he was in England between April and October, 1702.

[5]  Faulkner's text is printed.




6            My Lord to find out who must deal
7            Delivers Cards about,
8            But the first Knave does seldom fail
9               To find the Doctor out.

10          But then his Honour cry'd, Godzooks!
11             And seem'd to knit his Brow;
12          For on a Knave he never looks
13             But H' thinks upon Jack How. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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14          My Lady tho' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she is no Player
15             Some bungling Partner takes,
16          And wedg'd in Corner of a Chair
17             Takes Snuff, and holds the Stakes.

18          Dame Floyd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note looks out in grave Suspence
19             For Pair-royals and Sequents;
20          But wisely cautious of her Pence,
21             The Castle seldom frequents.

22          Quoth Herries, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note fairly putting Cases,
23             I'd won it on my Word,
24          If I had but [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a Pair of Aces,
25             And could pick up a Third.

26          But Weston [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note has a new-cast Gown
27             On Sundays to be fine in,
28          And if [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she can but win a Crown,
29             'Twill just new dye the Lining.

30          "With these is Parson Swift, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
31             Not knowing how to spend his Time,
32          Does make a wretched Shift,
33             To deafen 'em [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note with Puns and Rhime.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Lady B--- B--- finding in the Authors Room some Verses Unfinished, underwrit a Stanza of her own, with Railery upon him, which gave Occasion to this Ballade. August, 1702. To the Tune of the Cutpurse. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Whimsical Medley, i. Appendix, p. 51 (no significant variants).

[2]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 361 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 359).

[3]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 65 (1731, p. 174; 1733, p. 174).

[4]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 9 (1737, ii. 7). [Ref. F.]

[5]  Miscellanies, 1742, iv. 73.

[6]  Lady Betty Berkeley occasioned these verses by adding a stanza to the last poem. Born in 1680, she was the second daughter of the Earl of Berkeley. At the age of twenty-six she married Sir John Germain, a rake and soldier of fortune, reputed to be the son of William II, Prince of Orange. She remained one of Swift's firmest friends, and a constant correspondent. See especially Corresp., vols. iv and v passim; also D.N.B. xxi. 230. She lived a widow for over fifty years, dying in 1769. Cf. p. 1069.

[7]  Swift's verses are modelled upon the song of Nightingale, the ballad-singer, in Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair, III. i.

[8]  The text printed is that of the Miscellanies, 1711. Swift's reasons for omitting from that collection the poem which prompted it are obvious. Swift made one correction in his copy of the Miscellanies, 1727.





I.



1            Once on a time, as old Stories reherse,
2            A Fryer would needs show his Talent in Latin;
3            But was sorely put to't in the midst of a Verse,
4               Because he could find no Word to come pat in.
5                  Then all in the Place [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
6                  He left a void Space,

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7               And so went to Bed in a desperate Case.
8            When, Behold [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the next Morning, a wonderful Riddle,
9            He found it was strangely fill'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in the Middle.
Cho.
10          Let Censuring Criticks then think what they list on't,
11          Who would not Write Verses with such an assistant.


II.


1            This put me the Fryar into an Amazement,
2               For he wisely consider'd it must be a Sprite,
3            That came through the Key-Hole, or in at the Casement,
4               And it needs must be one that could both Read and
5                     Write:
6                  Yet he did not know
7                  If it were Friend or Foe,
8               Or whether it came from Above or Below.
9            Howe'er it was civil in Angel or Elf,
10          For he ne're could have fill'd it so well of himself.
Cho.
11          Let Censuring, &c.


III.


1            Even so Master Doctor had Puzzled his Brains
2               In making a Ballad, but was at a Stand,
3            He had mixt little Wit with a great deal of Pains,
4               When he found a new Help from Invisible Hand.
5                  Then Good Dr. S---
6                  Pay Thanks for the Gift,
7               For you freely must own you were at a Dead lift;
8            And tho' some Malicious Young Spirit did do't,
9            You may know by the Hand, it had no Cloven Foot.
Cho.
10          Let Censuring Criticks then think what they list on't,
11          Who would not Write Verses with such an assistant.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Vanbrug's House. An. 1703. Built from the burnt Ruins of Whitehall. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  In 1703 Whitehall was partially burnt down, and John Vanbrugh set out to build himself a house on the site. Swift, who had been meeting Vanbrugh at the coffee-houses, composed a poem jeering at his gifts as an architect, reflecting, at the same time, upon the dramatic verse of the period.

[2]  The version of the poem published by Swift in the Miscellanies, 1711, was a revision, probably made in 1708. John Forster discovered an earlier version, in manuscript, at Narford, the paternal home of the Fountaine family, and quoted it in part (Life of Swift, pp. 163-4). This manuscript, with others in Swift's hand, is now in the Pierpont Morgan Library (see p. xlix). A transcript of the earlier version, in the hand of Charles Ford, is preserved among the Ford papers, and has been printed by Professor D. Nichol Smith (Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford, 1935, pp. 179-82). Ford's transcript omits the date from the title.

[3]  The earlier version of the poem is here printed for the first time, completely and exactly, from Swift's manuscript. The variants of Ford's transcript are indicated by 'Ford'. The printed version appears below, p. 105.

[4]  Sir Andrew Fountaine, 1676-1753, probably made Swift's acquaintance in early days, when an official at the viceregal court in Dublin during the lieutenancy of Lord Pembroke, and their friendship continued till the death of Queen Anne, after which no communication passed between them for many years. He is frequently mentioned in the Journal to Stella. Fountaine was given favoured positions in the Hanoverian court, which would not commend him to his old friend; and in 1727 he was appointed Warden of the Mint in succession to Sir Isaac Newton. He formed a noble collection of coins, pictures, and objects of art. An authority on early English coins, his remarkable 'Numismata Anglo-Saxonica et Anglo-Danica breviter illustrata' was included in Hickes's great Thesaurus, 1705. The identification of Fountaine with 'Annius' of the Dunciad (iv. 347 ff.) is questionable.

[5]  Scott, Works, 1814, i. 46-9, on doubtful evidence, attributes a poem, 'On the Burning of Whitehall, in 1697', to Swift (see p. 1069). The old place was burnt to the ground on the 4th of January, 1698

.

[6]  In addition to a revised version of 'Vanbrug's House', Swift again attacked Vanbrugh in 'The History of Vanbrug's House' (see p. 85).




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7            [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note In times of old, when Time was young,
8            And Poets their own Verses sung,
9            A Song could draw a Stone or Beam,
10          That now would overload a Team,
11          Lead them a Dance of many a Mile,
12          Then rear 'em [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to a goodly Pile,
13          Each Number had it's diff'rent Power;
14          Heroick Strains could build a Tower;
15          Sonnets and Elegyes to Chloris
16          Would raise a House about two Storyes;
17          A Lyrick Ode would Slate; a Catch
18          Would Tile; an Epigram would Thatch.
19             Now Poets find this Art is lost, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          Both to their own and Landlord's Cost;
21          Not one of all the tunefull Throng
22          Can hire a Lodging for a Song;
23          For Jove consider'd well the Case,
24          That Poets were a numerous Race,
25          And if they all had Power to build,
26          The Earth would very soon be filld: [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
27          Materials would be quickly spent,
28          And Houses would not give a Rent.
29          The God of Wealth was therefore made
30          Sole Patron of the building Trade,
31          Leaving to Wits the spatious Air,
32          With License to build Castles there;
33          And 'tis conceiv'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note their old Pretence
34          To lodge in Garrats comes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note from thence.
35             There is a Worm by Phoebus bred,
36          By [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Leaves of Mulberry is fed;
37          Which unprovided where to dwell,
38          Consumes it self to weave a Cell.
39          Then curious Hands this Texture take,
40          And for themselves fine Garments make.

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41          Mean time [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a Pair of awkward Things
42          Grew to his Back instead of Wings;
43          He flutters when he Thinks he flyes,
44          Then sheds about his Spaun, and dyes.
45             Just such an Insect of the Age [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          Is he that scribbles for the Stage;
47          His Birth he does from Phoebus raise,
48          And feeds upon imagin'd Bays: [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
49          Throws all his Witt and Hours away
50          In twisting up an ill-spun Play:
51          This gives [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note him Lodging, and provides
52          A Stock of tawdry Stuff besides,
53          With the unravelld Shreds [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of which
54          The Under-wits adorn their Speech.
55          And now he spreads his little Fans, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          (For all the Muses Geese are Swans)
57          And borne on fancy's Pinions, thinks,
58          He soars sublimest when he Sinks:
59          But scatt'ring round his Fly-blows, dyes;
60          Whence Broods of insect Poets rise.
61             Premising thus in Modern way
62          The greater half I had to say,
63          Sing Muse the House of Poet Van
64          In higher Strain than we began.
65          Van, (for 'tis fit the Reader know it) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
66          Is both a Herald and a Poet;
67          No wonder then, if nicely skill'd
68          In each Capacity to Build:
69          As Herald, he can in a Day
70          Repair a House gone to decay; [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
71          Or by Atchievments, Arms, Device
72          Erect a new one in a Trice;

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73          And Poets if they had their Due,
74          By antient Right are Builders too.
75          This made him to Apollo pray
76          For Leave to build the Poet's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Way.
77          His Pray'r was granted, for the God
78          Consented with the usuall Nod.
79          After hard Throws of many a Day
80          Van was deliver'd of a Play,
81          Which in due time brought forth a House;
82          Just as the Mountain did the Mouse;
83          One Story high, one postern Door,
84          And one small Chamber on a Floor.
85          Born like a Phoenix from the Flame,
86          But neither Bulk nor Shape [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the same:
87          As Animals of largest Size
88          Corrupt to Maggots Worms and Flyes.
89          A Type of Modern Witt and Style,
90          The Rubbish of an antient Pile.
91          So Chymists boast they have a Power
92          From the dead Ashes of a Flow'r [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
93          Some faint Resemblance to produce,
94          But not the Virtue Tast nor [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Juyce.
95          So, Modern Rhymers strive to [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note blast. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
96          The Poetry of Ages past,
97          Which having wisely overthrown,
98          They from it's Ruins build their own.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE DESCRIPTION OF A Salamander. Out of Pliny Nat. Hist. L. 10. C. 67 and L. 29 C. 4. Anno. 1705. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 42. [Ref. W.M.]

[2]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 372 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 370).

[3]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 89 (1731, p. 189; 1733, p. 189).

[4]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 13 (1737, ii. 10). [Ref. F.]

[5]  The date, 1705, assigned to this piece in the Miscellanies of 1711, is, almost undoubtedly, correct. From June, 1704, to November, 1707, Swift was in Ireland. In 1705 Lord Cutts was appointed commander-in-chief in that country. Faulkner, in 1735, gives the date as 1706, which is possible. See also Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 127.

[6]  John Cutts, 1661-1707, created Baron Cutts of Gowran in 1690, was one of the most distinguished soldiers of his day. He fought at the Boyne; and at the siege of Namur in 1695 he won the name of 'Salamander' for his intrepidity under withering fire. He took part in negotiating the Treaty of Ryswick; and fought at Blenheim. See further, D.N.B. xiii. 367.

[7]  Swift's scurrilous invective against a brave man is inexcusable, and excited indignation (Journal to Stella, 24 October, 1711). His dislike of Cutts endured; for, nearly thirty years later, he described him in a copy of Macky's Characters as 'The vainest old fool alive'. That he was inordinately vain is the testimony of contemporaries; and he may have personally offended Swift.

[8]  There is a manuscript copy in The Whimsical Medley. The text is here printed from the Miscellanies, 1711.




9            As Mastive Dogs in Modern Phrase are
10          Call'd Pompey, Scipio and Cæsar;
11          As Pies and Daws are often stil'd
12          With Christian Nick-names like a Child;

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13          As we say, Monsieur, to an Ape
14          Without offence to Human Shape:
15          So men have got from Bird and Brute
16          Names that would best their Natures suit:
17          The Lyon, Eagle, Fox and Bear [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          Were Hero's Titles heretofore,
19          Bestow'd as Hi'roglyphicks fit
20          T'express [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note their Valor, Strength or Wit.
21          For, what is understood by Fame
22          Beside [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the getting of a Name?
23          But e're since Men invented Guns,
24          A different way their Fancy runs;
25          To paint a Hero, we enquire
26          For something that will conquer Fire, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          Would you describe Turenne or Trump [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
28          Think of a Bucket or a Pump.
29          Are these too low?---then find out grander,
30          Call my Lord C--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a Salamander.
31          'Tis well.---But since we live among
32          Detractors with an evil Tongue,
33          Who may object against the Term,
34          Pliny shall prove what we affirm:
35          Pliny shall prove, and we'll apply,
36          And I'll be judg'd by standers-by.

37             FIRST then, our Author has defin'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          This Reptil, of the Serpent kind,
39          With gawdy Coat, and shining Train,
40          But loathsom Spots his Body stain:

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41          Out from some Hole obscure he flies
42          When Rains descend, and Tempests rise,
43          Till the Sun clears the Air; and then
44          Crawls back neglected to his Den.

45             SO when the War has rais'd a Storm
46          I've seen a Snake in human Form,
47          All stain'd with Infamy and Vice,
48          Leap from the Dunghill in a trice,
49          Burnish and make a gaudy show,
50          Become a General, Peer and Beau,
51          Till Peace hath made the Sky serene,
52          Then shrink into it's Hole again.
53                All this we grant---why, then look yonder
54                Sure that must be a Salamander!

55          FARTHER, we are by Pliny told [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          This Serpent is extreamly cold,
57          So cold, that put it in the Fire,
58          'Twill make the very Flames expire,
59          Beside, it Spues a filthy Froth,
60          (Whether thro' Rage or Love, or both)
61          Of Matter Purulent and white
62          Which happ'ning on the Skin to light, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
63          And there corrupting to a Wound
64          Spreads Leprosy and Baldness round.

65          SO have I seen a batter'd Beau
66          By Age and Claps grown cold as Snow,

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67          Whose Breath or Touch, where e'er he came,
68          Blew out Love's Torch or chill'd the Flame:
69          And should some Nymph who ne'er was cruel,
70          Like Carleton cheap, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note or frm'd Duruel, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
71          Receive the Filth which he ejects,
72          She soon would find, the same Effects, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          Her tainted Carcase to pursue,
74          As from the Salamander's Spue;
75          A dismal shedding of her Locks
76          And, if no Leprosy, a Pox.
77                Then I'll appeal to each By-stander,
78                Whether this ben't a Salamander. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The History of Vanbrug's House. 1706. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Swift's autograph: Pierpont Morgan Library, New York.

[2]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 61.

[3]  Two transcripts among the Harley Papers, in the possession of the Duke of Portland, Welbeck Abbey. [Refs. W.1, W.2.]

[4]  A Meditation upon a Broom-Stick, and Somewhat Beside; ... London: ... Curll, ... , 1710. p. 27. [Ref. C.]

[5]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 389 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 387).

[6]  A Collection of Original Poems, ... London: ... Curll, 1714.

[7]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 77 (1731, p. 182; 1733, p. 182).

[8]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 36 (1737, ii. 29). [Ref. F.]

[9]  In the Miscellanies, 1711, this poem is assigned to 1708; and the date is accepted by Faulkner and Deane Swift (Essay, 1755, p. 137). There are two transcripts of the poem among the Harley Papers at Welbeck Abbey.

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One, with the title 'The History of Vanbrugh's House', is written on the first two pages of a folded folio sheet; the other, entitled 'The Architect', is written on the first and third pages of a folio half-sheet folded to quarto size. The latter transcript is endorsed by Edward Harley 'The Architect. 1709', and 'Dr Swift'. But Swift's autograph copy, formerly in the Fountaine collection, gives '1706'. Swift was then in Ireland: but this would be a natural date for his second lampoon on Vanbrugh, who was called to be 'Architect at Blenheim' in 1705.

[10]  The first appearance of the poem in print was in A Meditation on a Broom-Stick, which was published in April, 1710 (Daily Courant, 6, 7 April). Swift records that Vanbrugh, though 'a good-natured fellow', was incensed (Journal to Stella, 7, 11 Nov. 1710; and see Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, xii. 79 n.) especially as 'Lady Marlborough used to tease him' with the verses.

[11]  The text is here printed from Swift's manuscript. In title and text Vanbrugh's name, or 'Van', was not printed in full prior to Faulkner, except by Curll.



12          When Mother Clud [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note had rise[n] [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note from Play,
13          And call'd to take the Cards away,
14          Van saw, but seemd not to regard,
15          How Miss pickt ev'ry painted Card,
16          And busy both with Hand and Eye
17          Soon reard a House two Storyes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note high;
18          Van's Genius without Thought or Lecture
19          Is hugely [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note turnd to Architecture, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          He saw [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Edifice and smil'd,
21          Vow'd it was pretty for a child;
22          It was so perfect in its kind,
23          He kept the Model in his Mind.
24          But when he found the Boys at play, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          And saw them [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note dabling in their Clay,
26          He stood behind a Stall to lurk,
27          And mark the Progress of their [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Work,

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28          With true Delight oboserved them [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note all
29          Raking up Mud to build a Wall;
30          The Plan he much admir'd, and took
31          Tahe Model in his Table-book;
32          Thought himself now exactly skill'd,
33          And so rosolv'd a House to build;
34          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteA reall House with [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Rooms and Stairs,
35          Five [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note times at least as big as thiers,
36          Taller than Misse's by two yards,
37          Not a sham Thing of Clay or Cards.
38          And so he did; for in a while
39          He built up such a monstrous Pile,
40          That no two Chairmen could be found
41          Able to lift it from the Ground;
42          Still at Whitehall it stands in view, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
43          Just in the Place where first it grew,
44          There all the little School-boys run
45          Envying to see themselves outdone.
46             From such deep Rudiments as these
47          Van is become by due Degrees
48          For Building fam'd, and justly reckond
49          At Court, Vitruvius the second, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          No wonder, since wise Authors shew,
51          That [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note best Foundations must [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note be low.
52          And now the Duke has wisely ta'ne him
53          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteTo be his Architect at [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Blenheim.
54             But Raillery, for once, apart, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
55          If this Rule holds [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in ev'ry Art,

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56          Or if his Grace were [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note no more skilld in
57          The Art of battring Walls, than building, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
58          We might expect to find [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note next Year
59          A Mousetrap-man chief Engineer.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Story of Baucis & Philemon. Ov. Met. I. 8. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]

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1            In antient Time, as Story tells
2            The Saints would often leave their Cells
3            And strole about, but hide their Quality
4            To try the People's Hospitality.
5               It happen'd on a Winter's night,
6            As Authors of the Legend write
7            Two Brother-Hermits, Saints by Trade
8            Taking their Tour in Masquerade
9            Came to a Village hard by Rixham
10          Ragged, and not a Groat betwixt 'em.
11          It rain'd as hard as it could pour,
12          Yet they were forc't to walk an Hour
13          From House to House, wett to the Skin
14          Before one Soul would let 'em in.
15          They call'd at ev'ry Dore; Good People,
16          My Comrade's Blind, and I'm a Creeple
17          Here we ly starving in the Street
18          'Twould grieve a Body's Heart to see't:
19          No Christian would turn out a Beast
20          In such a dreadfull Night at least;
21          Give us but straw, and let us Ly
22          In yonder Barn to keep us dry.
23          Thus in the Strolers usuall Cant
24          They beg'd Relief which none would grant;
25          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteNo Creature valu'd what they se'd:
26          One Family was gone to bed;
27          The Master Bawl'd out half asleep
28          You Fellows, what a Noise you keep!
29          So many Beggers pass this way,
30          We can't be quiet Night nor day;

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31          We can not serve You every One,
32          Pray take your Answer and be gone.
33          One swore he'd send 'em to the Stocks,
34          A third could not forbear his Mocks,
35          But bawl'd as loud as he could roar,
36          You're on the wrong side of the Door.
37          One surly Clown lookt out, and said,
38          I'll fling the P--- pot [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note on your head;
39          You sha'n't come here nor get a Sous
40          You look like Rogues would rob a House
41          Can't you go work, or serve the King?
42          You blind and lame! tis no such Thing
43          That's but a counterfeit sore Leg:
44          For shame! two sturdy Rescalls beg;
45          If I come down, I'll spoil your Trick
46          And cure You both with a good Stick. [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
47             Our wand'ring Saints in wofull State,
48          Treated at this ungodly Rate
49          Having thro all the Village pass't,
50          To a small Cottage came at last
51          Where dwelt a poor [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note old honest Yeman
52          Call'd thereabouts [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Goodman Philemon;
53          Who kindlly did the Saints invite
54          In his poor House to [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note pass the Night;
55          And then the hospitable Sire
56          Bade Goody Baucis mend the Fire
57          Whilst he from out the Chimny took
58          A Flitch of Bacon off the Hook,
59          And freely from the fattest Side
60          Cutt off [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note large Slices to be fry'd;
61          Which tosst up in a Pan with Batter,
62          And serv'd up in an earthen Platter;
63          Quoth Baucis, this is wholsom Fare,
64          Eat, Honest Friends, and never spare,

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65          And if we find our Vittels fail
66          We can but make it out in Ale.
67             To a small Kilderkin of Beer
68          Brew'd for the good time of the Year
69          Philemon by his Wife's consent
70          Step't with a Jug, and made a Vent;
71          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteAnd having fill'd it to the Brink,
72          Invited both the Saints to Drink.
73          When they had took a second Draught,
74          Behold, a Miracle was wrought
75          For, Baucis with Amazement found
76          Although the Jug had twice gone round
77          It still was full up to the Top
78          As [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note if they ne're had drunk a drop.
79          You may be sure, so strange a Sight
80          Put the old People in a Fright;
81          Philemon whisper'd to his Wife,
82          These Men are Saints I'll lay my Life
83          The Strangers overheard, and said,
84          You're in the right, but be'n't afraid
85          No hurt shall come to You or Yours;
86          But for that Pack of churlish Boors
87          Not fitt to live on Christian Ground,
88          They and their Village shall be droun'd,
89          Whilst You shall see your Cottage rise,
90          And grow a Church before your Eyes.
91             Scarce had they spoke when fair and soft
92          The Roof began to mount aloft
93          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteAloft rose ev'ry Beam and Rafter,
94          The heavy Wall went clamb'ring after.
95          The Chimny widen'd and grew high'r,
96          Became a Steeple with a Spire:
97          The Kettle to the Top was hoist
98          And there stood fastned to a Joyst,
99          But with the upside doun to shew
100        It's Inclination for below;

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101        In vain; for a superior Force
102        Apply'd at Bottom stops it's Course;
103        Doomd ever in suspense to dwell,
104        Tis now no Kettle but a Bell.
105        The groaning Chair began to crawll
106        Like a huge Insect up the Wall,
107        There stuck, and to a Pulpitt grew,
108        But kept it's Matter and it's Hue,
109        And mindfull of it's antient State,
110        Still Groans while tatling Gossips prate.
111           The Mortar onely chang'd it's Name,
112        In it's old shape a Font became
113           The Porrengers that in a Row
114        Hung high and made a glitt'ring Show
115        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteTo a less noble Substance chang'd
116        Were now but leathern Buckets rang'd.
117           The Ballads pasted round [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Wall,
118        Of Chivy-chase, and English Mall,
119        Fair Rosamond, and Robin Hood,
120        The little Children in the Wood,
121        Enlarg'd in Picture, Size and Letter
122        And painted, lookt abundance better
123        And now the Heraldry describe
124        Of a Curchwarden or a Tribe.
125           The wooden Jack which had almost
126        Lost by Disuse the Art to roast
127        A sudden Alteration feels,
128        Encreas't by new intestin Wheels
129        But what adds to the Wonder more,
130        The Number made the Motion slower
131        The Fly'r, altho't [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note had leaden Feet,
132        Would turn so quick you scarce could see't
133        But now stopt [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note by some hidden Pow'rs
134        Moves round but twice [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note twelve Hours

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135        While in the Station of a Jack
136        'Twas never known to turn [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note its back
137        A Friend in Turns and Windings try'd
138        Nor ever left the Chimny side.
139        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteThe Chimny [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to a Steeple grown,
140        The Jack would not be left alone
141        But up against the Steeple rear'd,
142        Became a Clock, and still adher'd,
143        And still it's Love to Houshold Cares
144        By a shrill Voice at noon declares,
145        Warning the Cook-maid not to burn
146        That [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Roast-meat which it cannot turn.
147           A Bed-sted in the antique mode
148        Compos'd of Timber many a Load;
149        Such as our Grandfathers did use,
150        Was Metamorphos't into Pews;
151        Which yet their former Virtue keep,
152        By lodging Folks dispos'd to sleep.
153           The Cottage with such Feats as these
154        Grown to a Church by just Degrees,
155        The holy Men desir'd their Host
156        To ask for what he fancy'd most.
157        Philemon having paus'd a while
158        Reply'd in complementall Style:
159        Your Goodness more than my Desert
160        Makes you take all things in good Part:
161        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteYou've rais'd a Church here in a Minute,
162        And I would fain continue in it;
163        I'm good for little at my days;
164        Make me the Parson if you please.
165        He spoke. and presently he feels
166        His Grazier's Coat reach down his Heels,
167        The Sleeves new border'd with a List
168        Widn'd and gatherd at his Wrist;
169        But being old continued just
170        As threadbare, and as full of Dust.

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171        A shambling awkward Gate he took,
172        With a demure dejected Look.
173        Talkt of his Off'rings, Tyths, and Dues,
174        Could Smoak, and Drink, and read the News;
175        Or sell a Goose at the next Toun
176        Decently hid beneath his Goun.
177        Contrivd to preach his Sermon [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note next
178        Chang'd in the Preface and the Text:
179        Carry'd it to his Equalls high'r,
180        But most obsequious to the Squire.
181                           &c




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: VERSES said to be written on the UNION. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1746, viii. 314.

[2]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 242 (1749, xi. 242). [Ref. 1746.]

[3]  Miscellanies, 1751, xiv. 216.

[4]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 283.

[5]  The poem is one of those added to the canon of Swift by Faulkner in 1746. The poems printed in vol. viii of the Works in that year are for the most part undoubtedly genuine. These verses are in the manner of Swift, and, with hardly a doubt, may be accepted as his. They are, further, of a piece with his inveterate dislike for Scotland.

[6]  If by Swift, these lines must have been written while he was in Ireland; for the Act of Union was formally ratified by the Parliament of Scotland on the 16th of January, 1707, and came into operation on the 1st of May in that year.

[7]  The text is given as first printed by Faulkner.




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8            The Queen has lately lost a Part
9            Of her entirely-English [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Heart,
10          For want of which by way of Botch,
11          She piec'd it up again with Scotch. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12          Blest Revolution, which creates
13          Divided Hearts, united States. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          See how the double Nation lies;
15          Like a rich Coat with Skirts of Frize:
16          As if a Man in making Posies
17          Should bundle Thistles up with Roses.
18          Whoever [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note yet a Union saw
19          Of Kingdoms, without Faith or Law. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          Henceforward let no Statesman dare,
21          A Kingdom to a Ship compare;
22          Lest he should call our Commonweal,
23          A Vessel with a double Keel:
24          Which just like ours, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note new rigg'd and man'd,
25          And got about a League from Land,
26          By Change of Wind to Leeward Side
27          The Pilot knew not how to guide.
28          So tossing Faction will o'erwhelm
29          Our crazy double-bottom'd Realm.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: An ELEGY on Mr. PATRIGE, the Almanack-maker, who Died on the 29th of this Instant March, 1708. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  An Elegy on Mr. Patrige, ... London: Printed in the Year 1708. Broadside.

[2]  An Elegy On Mr. Patrige, ... Edinburgh Re-printed in the Year 1708. Broadside. [Ref. E.]

[3]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 47. [Ref. W.M.]

[4]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 392 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 390).

[5]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 97 (1731, p. 195; 1733, p. 195).

[6]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 114 (1737, ii. 91). [Ref. F.]

[7]  John Partridge, 1644-1715, a shoemaker, turned to the publication of astrological booklets. In 1680 his almanac, Merlinus Liberatus, first appeared; and he became one of the best-known of the 'philomaths' as these quacks styled themselves. Swift seized upon the idea of demolishing him with his own weapons. In March, 1708, he published Predictions for the Year 1708, in which he foretold the death of Partridge 'upon the 29th of March next, about Eleven at night, of a raging Feaver'. On the 30th of March appeared The Accomplishment of the first of Mr. Bickerstaff's Predictions, in which a detailed account is given of Partridge's death. Swift also ridiculed the wretched almanac-maker in An Elegy on Mr. Patrige. Many thought him really dead; and the Stationers' Hall struck his name from its rolls. Others joined in the joke at Partridge's expense. In his almanac for 1709 he protested that he was still alive; but he was too late. Swift conclusively proved his death in A Vindication of Isaac Bickerstaff Esq. See further Forster, pp. 221-5; Craik, i. 219-24; Prose Works, i. 298 ff.; Aitken, Life of Steele, i. 211-14.

[8]  In his History of the City of Dublin, i. 192-3, Gilbert states that several lines of Swift's elegy were distributed in Dublin as an epitaph on John Whalley, an astrologer of the city, who died 17 Jany. 1724. In actual fact the whole, with the exception of ll. 95-102, was adapted and reprinted as a broadside.

[9]  The text is here reprinted from the first broadside edition. In the Miscellanies, 1711, the title becomes 'A Grubstreet Elegy on the supposed Death of Patrige the Almanack-Maker'. In 1727, and later, 'Grubstreet' is omitted. From 1713, in title and text, 'Patrige' becomes 'Partrige'. The change in spelling of the proper name takes place in the second printing of the second edition of the Miscellanies, 1713.




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10             Well, 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest,
11          Tho' we all took it for a Jest:
12          Patrige is Dead, nay more, he dy'd
13          E'er he could prove the good Squire ly'd.
14          Strange, and Astrologer should Die,
15          Without one Wonder in the Sky;
16          Not one of all his Crony Stars,
17          To pay their Duty at his Hearse! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          No Meteor, no Eclipse appear'd! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          No Comet with a Flaming Beard! [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
20          The Sun has rose, and gone to Bed,
21          Just as if Patrige were not Dead;
22          Nor hid himself behind the Moon,
23          To make a dreadful Night at Noon:
24          He at fit Periods walks through Aries,
25          Howe'er our Earthly Motion varies,
26          And 'twice a Year he'll cut th' Æquator,
27          As if there had been no such Matter.
28             Some Wits have wondred what Analogy
29          There is 'twixt [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Cobling and Astrology;
30          How Patrige made his Opticks rise,
31          From a Shoe Sole to reach the Skies;
32          A List the Coblers Temples ties, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
33          To keep the Hair out of their Eyes;
34          From whence 'tis plain the Diadem
35          That Princes wear [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note derives from them;
36          And therefore Crowns are now-a-days
37          Adorn'd with Golden Stars and Rays,
38          which plainly shews the near Alliance
39          'Twixt Cobling and the Planet [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Science.
40             Besides, that slow-pac'd Sign Bo-otes
41          As 'tis miscall'd, we know not who 'tis;

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42          But Patrige ended all Disputes,
43          He knew his Trade, and call'd it [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Boots.
44          The Horned Moon which heretofore [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          Upon their Shoes the Romans wore, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          Whose Wideness kept their Toes from Corns,
47          And whence we claim our shoeing horns,
48          Shews how the Art of Cobling bears
49          A near Resemblance to the Spheres.
50             A Scrap of Parchment hung by Geometry,
51          A great Refinement in Barometry,
52          Can like the Stars foretel the Weather;
53          And what is Parchment else but Leather?
54          Which an Astrologer might use,
55          Either for Almanacks or Shoes.
56             Thus Patrige, by his Wit and Parts,
57          At once did Practice both these Arts:
58          And as the Boding Owl, or rather
59          The Bat, because her Wings are Leather,
60          Steals from her Private Cell by Night,
61          And flies about the Candle-Light;
62          So Learned Patrige could as well
63          Creep in the Dark from Leathern Cell,
64          And in his Fancy fly as far,
65          To peep upon a twinkling Star.
66             Besides, he could confound the Spheres,
67          And set the Planets by the Ears:
68          To shew his Skill, he Mars would join
69          To Venus in Aspect Mali'n,
70          Then call in Mercury for Aid,
71          And Cure the Wounds that Venus made.
72             Great Scholars have in Lucian Read, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          When Philip King of Greece was Dead,
74          His Soul and Spirit did divide,
75          And each Part took a diff'rent Side;

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76          One rose a Star, the other fell
77          Beneath, and mended Shoes in Hell.
78             Thus Patrige still shines in each Art,
79          The Cobling and Star-gazing Part,
80          And is Install'd as good a Star,
81          As any of the Cæsars are.
82             Thou, high-exalted in thy Sphere,
83          May'st follow still thy Calling there.
84          To thee the Bull will lend his Hide,
85          By Phoebus newly Tann'd and Dry'd.
86          For thee they Argo's Hulk will Tax,
87          And scrape her Pitchy Sides for Wax.
88          Then Ariadne kindly Lends
89          Her Braided Hair to make thee Ends;
90          The Point of Sagittarius Dart,
91          Turns to an Awl by Heav'nly Art;
92          And Vulcan wheedled by his Wife,
93          Will Forge for thee a Paring-Knife,
94          For want of Room by Virgo's Side,
95          She'll strain a Point, and sit [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note astride, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
96          To take thee kindly in between,
97          And then the Signs will be Thirteen.
98             Triumphant Star! Some Pity show
99          On Coblers Militant below,
100        Whom Roguish Boys in Stormy Nights
101        Torment, by pissing out their Lights;
102        Or thro' a Chink convey their Smoke,
103        Inclos'd Artificers to Choke. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
104           But do not shed thy Influence down [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
105        Upon St. James's End o' th' Town;
106        Consider where the Moon and Stars
107        Have their devoutest Worshippers,

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108        Astrologers and Lunaticks
109        Have in More Fields their Stations fix, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
110        Hither thy gentle Aspect bend,
111        [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Nor look Asquint on an old Friend. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

The EPITAPH.


112        Here Five Foot deep lyes on his Back
113        A Cobler, Starmonger, and Quack,
114        Who to the Stars in pure Good-will,
115        Does to his best look upward still.
116        Weep all you Customers that use
117        His Pills, his Almanacks, or Shoes.
118        And you that did your Fortunes seek,
119        Step to this Grave but once a Week,
120        This Earth which bears his Body's Print,
121        You'll find has so much Virtue in't,
122        That I durst Pawn my Ears, 'twill tell
123        Whate'er concerns you full as well,
124        In Physick, Stolen Goods, or Love,
125        As he himself could, when above.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A Famous Prediction of MERLIN, the British Wizard; written above a Thousand Years ago, and relating to this present Year. With Explanatory Notes. By T.N. Philomath. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  A Famous Prediction of Merlin, ... London: Printed and Sold by A. Baldwin, ... MDCCIX. Half-sheet.

[2]  A Famous Prediction of Merlin, ... Edinburgh Re-printed by James Watson 1709. Half-sheet.

[3]  A Famous Prediction of Merlin, ... London: Printed and Sold by H. Hills, in Black-fryars, near the Water-side, 1708. Half-sheet.



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[4]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 305 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 303).

[5]  Miscellanies, 1727, ii. 253.

[6]  This was Swift's last contribution to the Partridge practical joke; and it took a political character. Although more properly a prose piece it contains twenty lines of verse prophecy, and is here reprinted for the sake of completeness. Swift mentions the piece in the Journal to Stella, 24 December, 1711. Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 139, suggests, and doubtless rightly, that Swift had no serious intention; but so far as the Prediction had any purpose it was an appeal to Queen Anne to marry again.

[7]  Dr. Johnson was deceived into believing it a genuine piece of ancient verse, and, before him, Ames included it in his Typographical Antiquities, 1749, a mistake in which he was followed by Philip Luckombe in his Concise History of Printing, 1770, p. 60.

[8]  There was a severe frost during the winter of 1708-9. The Prediction appeared in the early part of the latter year.



[9]  Last Year was publish'd a Paper of Predictions pretended to be written by one Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq; but the true Design of it was to Ridicule the Art of Astrology, and Expose its Professors as ignorant, or Impostors. Against this Imputation, Dr. Partridge hath vindicated himself in his Almanack for the present Year.

[10]  For a further Vindication of this famous Art, I have thought fit to present the World with the following Prophecy. The Original is said to be of the famous Merlin, who lived about a Thousand Years ago: And the following Translation is Two Hundred Years old; for it seems to be written near the End of Henry the Seventh's Reign. I found it in an Old Edition of Merlin's Prophecies; imprinted at London by Johan Haukyns, in the Year 1530, Pag. 39. I set it down Word for Word in the Old Orthography, and shall take Leave to subjoin a few Explanatory Notes.



11          Seven and Ten addyd to nyne,
12          Of Fraunce hir woe thys is the sygne,
13          Tamys rivere twys y=frozen,
14          Walke sans wetynge Shoes ne hosen.
15          Then comyth foorthe, Ich understonde,
16          From Toune of Stoffe to fattyn Londe

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17          An herdie Chiftan, woe the morne
18          To Fraunce, that evere he was borne.
19          Than shall the Fyshe beweyle his Bosse;
20          Nor shall grin Berris make up the Losse.
21          Yonge Symnele shall agayne miscarrye:
22          And Norways pryd agayne shall marreye.
23          And from the Tree where Blosums fele,
24          Ripe fruit shall come, and all is wele.
25          Reaums shall daunce honde in honde,
26          And it shall be merye in olde Inglonde.
27          Then olde Inglonde shall be noe more,
28          And no Man shall be sorie therefore.
29          Geryon shall have three Hedes agayne
30          Till Hapsburge makyth them but twayne.

Explanatory Notes.

[31]  Seven and Ten. This Line describes the Year when these Events shall happen. Seven and Ten makes Seventeen, which I Explain Seventeen Hundred, and this Number added to Nine, makes the Year we are now in; for it must be understood of the Natural Year, which begins the First of January.

[32]  Tamys River twice, &c. The River Thames frozen twice in one Year, so as Men to walk on it, is a very signal Accident; which perhaps hath not fallen out for several Hundred Years before, and is the Reason why some Astrologers have thought that this Prophecy could never be fulfilled, because they imagined such a Thing would never happen in our Climate.

[33]  From Toun of Stuff, &c. This is a plain designation of the Duke of Marlborough; One kind of Stuff used to fatten Land is called Marle, and every body knows that Borough is a Name for a Town; and this way of Expression is after the usual dark manner of Old Astrological Predictions.

[34]  Then shall the Fish, &c. By the Fish is understood the Dolphin of France, as their Kings Eldest Sons are called: 'Tis here said, He shall lament the Loss of the

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Duke of Burgundy, called the Bosse, which is an Old English Word from Hump-Shoulder, or Crook-Back, as that Duke is known to be; and the Prophecy seems to mean, that he shall be overcome or slain. By the Green Berrys in the next Line is meant the Young Duke of Berry, the Dauphin's Third Son, who shall not have Valour or Fortune enough to supply the Loss of his Eldest Brother.

[35]  Young Symnele, &c. By Symnel is meant the Pretended Prince of Wales, who if he offers to attempt any thing against England, shall miscarry as he did before. Lambert Symnel is the Name of a Young Man noted in our Histories for Personating the Son (as I remember) of Edward the Fourth.

[36]  And Norways Pride, &c. I cannot guess who is meant by Norway's Pride, perhaps the Reader may, as well as the Sense of the Two following Lines.

[37]  Reaums shall, &c. Reaums, or, as the Word is now, Realms, is the old Name for Kingdoms: And this is a very plain Prediction of our Happy Union, with the Felicities that shall attend it. It is added, That Old England shall be no more, and yet no Man shall be sorry for it. And indeed, properly speaking, England is now no more; for the whole Island is one Kingdom, under the Name of Britain.

[38]  Geryon shall, &c. This Prediction, though somewhat obscure, is wonderfully adapt. Geryon is said to have been a King of Spain, whom Hercules slew. It was a Fiction of the Poets, that he had Three Heads, which the Author says he shall have again. That is, Spain shall have Three Kings; which is now wonderfully verify'd: For besides the King of Portugal, which properly is Part of Spain, there are now Two Rivals for Spain; Charles and Philip. But Charles being descended from the Count of Hapsburgh, Founder of the Austrian Family, shall soon make those Heads but Two; by Overcoming Philip, and Driving him out of Spain.

[39]  Some of these Predictions are already fulfilled; and it is highly probable the rest may be in due time: And, I

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think, I have not forced the Words by my Explication, into any other Sense than what they will naturally bear. If this be granted, I am sure it may be also allow'd, that the Author, whoever he were, was a Person of extraordinary Sagacity; And that Astrology brought to such a Perfection as this, is by no means an Art to be despis'd; whatever Mr. Bickerstaff, or other Merry Gentlemen are pleased to think. As to the Tradition, of these Lines having been writ in their Original by Merlin; I confess, I lay not much Weight upon it: But it is enough to justify their Authority, that the Book from whence I have transcrib'd them, was printed 170 Years ago, as appears by the Title-Page. For the Satisfaction of any Gentleman, who may be either Doubtful of the Truth, or Curious to be inform'd; I shall give Order to have the very Book sent to the Printer of this Paper, with Directions to let any Body see it that pleases; because, I believe, it is pretty scarce.






Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: V---'s HOUSE Built from the Ruins of White-Hall that was Burnt. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


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[1]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 364 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 362).

[2]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 68 (1731, p. 176; 1733, p. 176).

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 30 (1737, ii. 24). [Ref. F.]

[4]  For an account of the occasion of this poem, and Swift's earlier version, see above, p. 78. The Miscellanies of 1711 gives the date of composition as 1703, when Whitehall was burnt. Faulkner assigns the poem to 1708, the date of the revised version, as printed.

[5]  The earlier version runs to 92, the printed version to 134 lines. Apart from minor differences, ll. 29-54 are peculiar to the earlier version, ll 53-120 to the printed version.

[6]  The text printed is that of the Miscellanies, 1711. Swift made one correction, l. 105, in his copy of the Miscellanies, 1727.




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7            In Times of Old, when Time was Young,
8            And Poets their own [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Verses Sung,
9            A Verse could draw a Stone or Beam
10          That now would overload a Team;
11          Lead 'em a Dance of many a Mile,
12          Then rear 'em to a goodly Pile.
13          Each Number had it's diff'rent Pow'r;
14          Heroick Strains could build [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a Tow'r;
15          Sonnets, or Elogies to Chloris
16          Might raise a House about two Stories;
17          A Lyrick Ode would Slate; a Catch
18          Would Tile; an Epigram would Thatch.

19             BUT, to their own, or Landlord's Cost,
20          Now Poets feel this Art is lost:
21          Not one of all our tuneful Throng
22          Can raise a Lodging for a Song.
23          For, Jove consider'd well the Case,
24          Observ'd, they grew a num'rous Race.
25          And should they Build as fast as Write,
26          'Twould ruin Undertakers quite.
27          This Evil, therefore to prevent,
28          He wisely chang'd their Element:
29          On Earth, the God of Wealth was made
30          Sole Patron of the Building Trade,
31          Leaving the Wits the Spacious Air
32          With Licence to build Castles there:
33          And 'tis conceiv'd, their old Pretence
34          To lodge in Garrats, comes from thence.

35             PREMISING thus in Modern way
36          The better Half we had [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to say;
37          Sing Muse the House of Poet V--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          In higher Strains than we began.

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39             V--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note (for 'tis fit the Reader know it)
40          Is both a Herald and a Poet, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
41          No wonder then, if nicely skill'd
42          In both Capacities, to Build.
43          As Herald, he can in a Day
44          Repair a House gone to Decay,
45          Or by Atchivement, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Arms, Device,
46          Erect a new one in a trice.
47          And as a Poet, he has Skill
48          To build in Speculation still.
49          Great Jove, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note he cry'd, the Art restore
50          To build by Verse as heretofore,
51          And make my Muse the Architect;
52          What Palaces shall we erect!
53          No longer shall forsaken Thames
54          Lament his old Whitehall in Flames,
55          A Pile shall from its Ashes rise
56          Fit to Invade or prop the Skies.

57             JOVE Smil'd, and like a gentle God,
58          Consenting with the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note usual Nod,
59          Told V--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note he knew his Talent best,
60          And left the Choice to his own Breast.
61          So V--- resolv'd to write a Farce, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          But well perceiving Wit was scarce,
63          With Cunning that Defect supplies,
64          Takes a French Play as lawful Prize, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
65          Steals thence his Plot, and ev'ry Joke,
66          Not once suspecting, Jove would Smoak,
67          And, (like a Wag) sat down to Write,
68          Would whisper to himself; A Bite,

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69          Then, from the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note motly mingled Style
70          Proceeded to erect his Pile:
71          So, Men of old, to gain Renown, did
72          Build Babel with their Tongues confounded.
73          Jove saw the Cheat, but thought it best
74          To turn the Matter to a Jest;
75          Down from Olympus Top he Slides,
76          Laughing as if he'd butst his Sides:
77          Ay, thought the God, are these your Tricks?
78          Why then, old Plays deserve old Bricks,
79          And since you're sparing of your Stuff,
80          Your Building shall be small enough.
81          He spake, and grudging, lent his Ayd;
82          Th' experienc't Bricks that knew their Trade,
83          (As being Bricks at Second Hand,)
84          Now move, and now in Order Stand.

85             THE Building, as the Poet Writ,
86          Rose in proportion to his Wit:
87          And first the Prologue built a Wall
88          So wide as to encompass all.
89          The Scene, a Wood, produc'd no more
90          Than a few Scrubby Trees before.
91          The Plot as yet lay deep, and so
92          A Cellar next was dug below:
93          But this a Work so hard was found,
94          Two Acts it cost him under Ground.
95          Two other Acts we may presume
96          Were spent in Building each a Room;
97          Thus far advanc't, he made a shift
98          To raise a Roof with Act the Fift.
99          The Epilogue behind, did frame
100        A Place not decent here to name.

101           NOW Poets from all Quarters ran
102        To see the House of Brother V---: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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103        Lookt high and low, walkt often round,
104        But no such House was to be found;
105        One asks the Watermen hard by,
106        Where may the Poets Place ly?
107        Another, of the Thames enquires,
108        If he has seen its gilded Spires. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
109        At length they in the Rubbish spy
110        A Thing resembling a Goose Py,
111        Farther [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in haste the Poets throng,
112        And gaze in silent Wonder long,
113        Till one in Raptures thus began [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
114        To praise the Pile, and Builder V---. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

115           THRICE happy Poet, who may trail
116        Thy House about thee like a Snail;
117        Or Harness'd to a Nag, at ease
118        Take Journies in it like a Chaise;
119        Or in a Boat when e're thou wilt
120        Canst make it serve thee for a Tilt.
121        Capacious House! 'tis own'd by all
122        Thou'rt well contriv'd, tho' thou art small;
123        For ev'ry Wit in Britain's Isle
124        May lodge within thy Spacious Pile.
125        Like Bacchus Thou, as Poets feign,
126        Thy Mother burnt, art Born again;
127        Born like a Phoenix from the Flame,
128        But neither Bulk, nor Shape the same:
129        As Animals of largest Size
130        Corrupt to Maggots, Worms and Flyes.
131        A Type of Modern Wit and Style,
132        The Rubbish of an Antient Pile.
133        So Chymists boast they have a Pow'r
134        From the dead Ashes of a Flow'r
135        Some faint Resemblance to produce,
136        But not the Virtue, Tast or Juice.

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137        So Modern Rimers wisely Blast
138        The Poetry of Ages past,
139        Which after they have overthrown,
140        They from its Ruins build their own.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. Imitated, From the Eighth Book of OVID. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Baucis and Philemon, Imitated from Ovid. ... Printed An. Dom MDCCIX.

[2]  Price Two-Pence. (Four leaves.) [Ref. 1709.]

[3]  Poetical Miscellanies: The Sixth Part. ... London, ... Tonson, ... 1709. p. 237

[4]  Baucis and Philemon; ... Together with Mrs. Harris's Earnest Petition. ... London: ... Hills, ... 1709 (and 1710), p. 3. [Ref. H.]

[5]  Works of ... Rochester, and Roscommon . ... The Third Edition. To which is added, A Collection of Miscellany Poems. ... London, ... Curll, ... 1709. p.129.

[6]  A meditation upon a Broom-Stick, ... London: ... Curll, ... 1710. p. 9. [Ref. C.]

[7]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 377 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 375.)

[8]  A Collection of Original Poems, ... London: ... Curll, ... 1714.

[9]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 1 (1731, p. 132; 1733, p. 132).

[10]  Faulkner, 1735, ii, 21 (1737, ii, 17). [Ref. F.]

[11]  For an account of the occasion of this poem, and Swift's earlier version, see above, p. 88. The Miscellanies of 1711 gives the date 1706, which is probably approximately right for the earlier form. Faulkner assigns it to 1708, the date of the revised and printed version.

[12]  It is possible that its first appearance in print was in Tonson's Miscellanies, 1709. It was immediately pirated. The title in the Hills piracy is, 'The Metamorphosis of Baucis and Philemon, Burlesqu'd; from the 8th Book of Ovid'; and there are no paragraph divisions.



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[13]  Variations in the detail of the title heading, which would serve no purpose, are not given below.

[14]  Swift made one correction, l. 19, in his copy of the Miscellanies, 1727, and one, l. 38, in his copy of Faulkner, vol. ii, 1737.

[15]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1711.




16          In antient Times, as Story tells,
17          The Saints would often leave their Cells.
18          And strole about, but hide their Quality,
19          To try good People's Hospitality.

20             IT happen'd on a Winter [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Night,
21          As Authors of the Legend write; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          Two Brother Hermits, Saints by Trade,
23          Taking their Tour in Masquerade;
24          Disguis'd in tatter'd Habits, went
25          To a small Village down in Kent; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          Where, in the Strolers Canting Strain,
27          They beg'd from Door to Door in vain;
28          Try'd ev'ry Tone might Pity win,
29          But not a Soul would let them in.

30             OUR wand'ring Saints in woful State,
31          Treated at this ungodly Rate,
32          Having thro' all the Village pass'd,
33          To a small Cottage came at last;
34          Where dwelt a good old honest [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Yeoman,
35          Call'd, in the Neighbourhood, Philemon.
36          Who kindly did the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Saints invite
37          In his Poor Hut to pass the Night;
38          And then the Hospitable Sire
39          Bid Goody [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Baucis mend [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Fire;

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40          While He from out of [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Chimney took
41          A Flitch of Bacon off the Hook;
42          And freely from the fattest Side
43          Cut out large Slices to be fry'd;
44          Then stept aside to fetch 'em Drink,
45          Fill'd a large Jug up to the Brink;
46          And saw it fairly twice go round;
47          Yet (what is [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note wonderful) they found,
48          'Twas still replenished to the Top,
49          As if they ne'er had toucht [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a Drop,
50          The good old Couple [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note amaz'd,
51          And often on each other gaz'd;
52          For both were frighted to the Heart,
53          And just began to cry;---What ar't [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
54          Then softly turn'd aside to view,
55          Whether the Lights were burning blue.
56          The gentle Pilgrims [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note soon aware on't,
57          Told 'em their Calling, and their Errant:
58          Good Folks, you need not be afraid,
59          We are but Saints, the Hermits said;
60          No Hurt shall come to You, or Yours;
61          But, for that Pack of churlish Boors,
62          Not fit to live on Christian Ground,
63          They and their Houses shall be drown'd:
64          Whilst you shall see your Cottage rise,
65          And grow a Church before your Eyes.

66             THEY scarce had Spoke; when, fair and soft,
67          The Roof began to mount aloft;
68          Aloft rose ev'ry Beam and Rafter,
69          The heavy Wall climb'd slowly after

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70             THE Chimney widen'd, and grew higher,
71          Became a Steeple with a Spire.

72             THE Kettle to the Top was hoist,
73          And there stood fast'ned to a Joist:
74          But with the Upside down, to shew
75          Its [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Inclinations for below;
76          In vain; for a Superior Force
77          Apply'd at Bottom, stops [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note its Course,
78          Doom'd ever in Suspence to dwell,
79          'Tis now no Kettle, but a Bell.

80             A wooden Jack, which had almost
81          Lost, by Disuse, the Art to Roast,
82          A sudden Alteration feels,
83          Increas'd by new Intestine Wheels:
84          And, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note what exalts the Wonder more,
85          The Number made the Motion slow'r:
86          The Flyer, tho't [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note had Leaden Feet,
87          Turn'd round so quick, you scarce cou'd see't;
88          But [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note slacken'd by some secret Power,
89          Now hardly moves [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note an Inch an Hour.
90          The Jack and Chimney near ally'd,
91          Had never left each other's Side;
92          The Chimney to a Steeple grown,
93          The Jack wou'd not be left alone,
94          But up against the Steeple rear'd,
95          Became a Clock, and still adher'd:
96          And still its Love to Houshold Cares
97          By a shrill Voice at Noon declares,
98          Warning the Cook-maid, not to burn
99          That Roast-meat which it cannot turn. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

100           THE Groaning Chair began [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to crawl
101        Like an huge Snail along [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Wall;

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102        There stuck [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note aloft, in Publick View,
103        And with small Change, a Pulpit grew.

104           THE Porringers, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that in a Row
105        Hung high, and made a glitt'ring [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Show,
106        To a less Noble Substance chang'd
107        Were now but Leathern Buckets rang'd.

108           THE Ballads pasted on the Wall,
109        Of Joan of France, and English Moll, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
110        Fair Rosamond, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Robin Hood,
111        The Little Children in the Wood:
112        Now seem'd to look abundance better,
113        Improv'd in Picture, Size, and Letter;
114        And high in Order plac'd describe
115        The Heraldry of ev'ry Tribe. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

116           A Bedstead of the Antique Mode,
117        Compact of Timber [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note many a Load,
118        Such as our Ancestors did [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note use,
119        Was Metamorphos'd into Pews;
120        Which still their antient Nature keep;
121        By lodging Folks dispos'd to Sleep.

122           THE Cottage by such Feats as these,
123        Grown to a Church by just Degrees,

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124        The Hermits then desir'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note their Host
125        To ask for what he fancy'd most:
126        Philemon, having paus'd a while,
127        Return'd 'em Thanks in homely Stile;
128        Then said; my House is grown so Fine,
129        Methinks, I still wou'd call it mine:
130        I'm Old, and fain wou'd live at Ease,
131        Make me the Parson, if you please.

132           HE spoke, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and presently he feels,
133        His Grazier's Coat fall down his Heels;
134        He sees, yet hardly can believe,
135        About each Arm a Pudding-sleeve;
136        His Wastcoat to a Cassock grew,
137        And both assum'd a Sable Hue;
138        But being Old, continu'd just
139        As Thread-bare, and as full of Dust.
140        His Talk was now of Tythes and Dues,
141        Cou'd smoak [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Pipe, and read the News;
142        Knew how to preach old Sermons next,
143        Vampt in the Preface and the Text;
144        At Christnings well could act [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Part,
145        And had the Service all by Heart;
146        Wish'd Women might have Children fast,
147        And thought whose Sow had farrow'd last:
148        Against Dissenters wou'd repine,
149        And stood up firm for Right Divine:
150        Found his Head fill'd with many a System,
151        But Classick Authors---he ne'er miss'd e'em.

152           THUS [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note having furbish'd up a Parson,
153        Dame Baucis next they play'd their [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Farce on:
154        Instead of Home-spun Coifs were seen,
155        Good Pinners edg'd with Colberteen: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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156        Her Petticoat [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note transform'd apace,
157        Became Black Sattin, Flounc'd with Lace,
158        Plain Goody would no longer down,
159        'Twas Madam, in her Grogram Gown.
160        Philemon was in great Surprize,
161        And hardly could believe his Eyes,
162        Amaz'd to see Her look so Prim,
163        And she admir'd as much at Him.

164           THUS, happy in their Change of Life,
165        Were serveral Years this [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Man and Wife,
166        When on a Day, which prov'd their last,
167        Discoursing on [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note old Stories past,
168        They went by chance, amidst their Talk,
169        To the Church-yard, to take [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a walk;
170        When Baucis hastily cry'd out;
171        My Dear, I see your Forehead sprout:
172        Sprout, quoth the Man, What's this [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note you tell us?
173        I hope you don't believe me Jealous:
174        But yet, methinks, I feel it ture;
175        And re'ly, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Yours is budding too---
176        Nay,---now I cannot stir my Foot:
177        It feels [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note as if 'twere taking Root.

178           DESCRIPTION would but tire my Muse:
179        In short, they both were turn'd to Yews.
180        Old Good-man Dobson of the Green [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
181        Remembers he the Trees has seen;
182        He'll talk of them from Noon till [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Night,
183        And goes with Folks to shew the Sight:
184        On Sundays, after Ev'ning Prayer,
185        He gathers all the Parish there;
186        Points out the Place of either Yew;
187        Here Baucis, there Philemon grew.

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188        Till once, a Parson of our Town,
189        To mend his Barn, cut Baucis down;
190        At which, 'tis hard to be believ'd,
191        How much the other Tree was griev'd,
192        Grew Scrubby, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note dy'd a-top, was stunted:
193        So, the next Parson stub'd and burnt it.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To Mrs. BIDDY FLOYD. Anno. 1708. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  Poetical Miscellanies: The Sixth Part. ... London, ... Tonson, ... 1709. p. 249. [Ref. T.]

[2]  Works of ... Rochester, and Roscommon. ... The Third Edition. To which is added, A Collection of Miscellany Poems, ... London, ... Curll, ... 1709. p. 187.

[3]  The Whimsical Medley, i. 102; iii. 288.

[4]  Two transcripts among the Harley Papers, in the possession of the Duke of Portland, Welbeck Abbey. [Ref. W.]

[5]  A Meditation upon a Broom-Stick, ... London: ... Curll, ... 1710. p. 26.

[6]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 388 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 386).

[7]  A Collection of Original Poems, ... London: ... Curll, ... 1714.

[8]  Miscellanies, The Last Volume, 1727, p. 142 (1731, p. 225; 1733, p. 225).

[9]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 16 (1737, ii. 13). [Ref. F.]

[10]  Mrs. Biddy Floyd was Lady Betty Germain's friend and companion. The 'Dame Floyd' mentioned in 'A Ballad on the Game of Traffick' (see p. 75) may have been her mother. Writing to Robert Hunter, 12 Jany., 1708-9, Swift refers to the fact that the Thames was frozen over, and adds: 'Mrs. Floyd looked out with both her eyes, and we had one day's thaw: but she drew in her head, and it now freezes as hard as ever' (Corresp. i. 134). She was a noted beauty (Journal to Stella, 12 Oct. 1711; (Corresp. v.57), although she had suffered from small-pox.

[11]  In Tonson's Miscellanies the poem is accompanied by a Latin version,

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transcribed in the Whimsical Medley, and reprinted in Miscellaneous Pieces, 1789, p. 241.

[12]  Barrett, Essay, 1808, p. 95, prints from the Whimsical Medley (i. 102) a poem, 'The Reverse (to Swift's Verses on Biddy Floyd); or Mrs. Cludd', as by Swift; but it is most unlikely to be his. The form of the title in the Whimsical Medley suggests that the lines were considered to be by another. Among the Harley Papers at Welbeck Abbey there are two fo. half-sheets each bearing transcripts of 'Biddy Floyd' and 'The Reverse'. One copy is endorsed 'Clud', and, in the hand of Edward Harley, '1708'; the other is endorsed by Edward Harley, 'The Receipt by Mr. Swift wth ye Answer'. The second endorsement again suggests that the 'Answer' was not regarded as Swift's. In addition 'The Reverse' was not included in the Miscellanies, or printed by Faulkner. See further, p. 1082.

[13]  Faulkner wrongly assigned the poem to 1707. The text is here reprinted from the Miscellanies of 1711.



14             WHEN Cupid did his Grandsire Jove intreat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          To form some Beauty by a new Receit,
16          Jove sent and found far in a Country Scene,
17          Truth, Innocence, Good Nature, Look serene;
18          From which Ingredients, First [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the dext'rous Boy
19          Pickt the Demure, the Aukward, and the Coy; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          The Graces from the Court did next provide
21          Breeding, and Wit, and Air, and Decent Pride; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          These Venus cleans'd from ev'ry spurious Grain
23          Of Nice, Coquet, Affected, Pert, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Vain.
24          Jove mix'd up all, and his best Clay imploy'd;
25          Then call'd the happy Composition, Floyd.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Apollo Outwitted. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


To the Honourable Mrs. Finch, under her Name of Ardelia, Written, 1709

[1]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 399 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 397)

[2]  Miscellanies The Last Volume, 1727, p. 143 (1731, p. 226; 1733, p. 226).

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii 17 (1737, ii. 14) [Ref.F.]

[4]  Faulkner, and Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 128, mistakenly assign the poem to 1707. It was written in 1709, about the same time as the lines to Mrs. Biddy Floyd. In the letter, quoted above, p. 117, in which reference is made to Mrs. Floyd, Swift says, 'I amuse myself sometimes with writing verses to Mrs. Finch' (Corresp. i. 135).

[5]  Mrs. Finch was Ann, daughter of Sir W. Kingsmill, and wife of Heneage Finch, afterwards fourth Earl of Winchilsea. Herself a poetess, her Miscellany Poems appeared in 1713. She died in 1720.

[6]  In Faulkner's edition the address reads: 'To the Honourable Mrs. Finach, (since Countess of Winchelsea,) under the Name of Ardelia.'

[7]  Swift made one correction, l. 57, in his copy of the Miscellanies, 1727. The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1711.




8            PHOeBUS now shortning every Shade,
9            Up to the Northern Tropick came,
10          And Thence Beheld a Lovely Maid
11             Attending on a Royal Dame.

12          THE God laid down his Feeble Rays,
13             Then lighted from his Glitt'ring Coach,
14          But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays
15             Before he durst the Nymph approach.

16          UNDER those Sacred Leaves, Secure
17             From common Lightning of the Skies,
18          He fondly thought he might endure
19             The Flashes of Ardeliah's Eyes.

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20          THE Nymph [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note who oft had read in Books,
21             Of that Bright God whom Bards invoke,
22          Soon knew Apollo by his looks,
23             And Guest his Business e're [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note he Spoke.

24          HE in the old Celestial Cant,
25             Confest his Flame, and swore by Styx,
26          What e're [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she would desire, to Grant,
27             But Wise Ardelia knew his Tricks.

28          OVID had warn'd her to beware,
29             Of Stroling God's, whose usual Trade is,
30          Under pretence of Taking Air,
31             To pick up Sublunary Ladies.

32          HOWE'ER she gave no flat Denial,
33             As having Malice in her Heart,
34          And was resolv'd upon a Tryal,
35             To Cheat the God in his own Art.

36          HEAR my Request the Virgin said [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
37             Let which I please of all the Nine
38          Attend when e'er I want their Aid,
39             Obey my Call, and only mine.

40          BY Vow Oblig'd, By Passion led,
41             The God could not refuse her Prayer;
42          He wav'd his Wreath Thrice o'er her Head,
43             Thrice mutter'd something to the Air.

44          AND now he thought to Seize his due,
45             But she the Charm already try'd,
46          Thalia heard the Call [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
47             To wait at Bright [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Ardelia's Side.

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48          ON sight of this Celestial Prude,
49             Apollo thought it vain to stay,
50          Nor in her Presence durst be Rude,
51             But made his Leg [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and went away.

52          HE hop'd to find some lucky Hour,
53             When on their Queen the Muses wait;
54          But Pallas owns Ardelia's Power,
55             For Vows Divine are kept by Fate.

56          THEN full of Range Apollo Spoke,
57             Deceitful Nymph [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I see thy Art,
58          And tho' I can't my gift revoke,
59             I'll disappoint its Nobler Part.

60          LET Stubborn Pride Possess thee long,
61             And be thou Negligent of Fame,
62          With ev'ry Muse to Grace thy Song,
63             May'st thou despise a Poets Name.

64          OF Modest Poets thou be [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note first, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
65             To silent Shades repeat thy Verse,
66          Till Fame and Eccho almost burst,
67             Yet hardly dare one Line Rehearse.

68          AND last, my Vengeance to Compleat,
69             May you Descend to take Renown,
70          Prevail'd on by the Thing you hate,
71             A --- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and one that wears a Gown.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: 'In pity to the empty'ng Town' [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Swift's autograph: Pierpont Morgan Library, New York.

[2]  Forster first called attention to this poem (Life of Swift, p. 228 n.), which he discovered in Swift's handwriting among the Fountaine papers at Narford, and printed five out of the six stanzas. Browning (Poems of Jonathan Swift, i. 54) reprinted the five stanzas under the title, 'Answer to Lines from May Fair'.

[3]  The original, which is certainly in Swift's hand, has six stanzas. The first five, appearing on one page, are neatly written, and without correction. The concluding stanza, on another page, has two corrections in a different hand, and below is written the word 'Philovil' in a large hand, not Swift's.

[4]  Dr. Elrington Ball (Notes and Queries, 12 S. viii. 2) suggested that these verses may have been written by Prior; but he had never seen the original manuscript. Swift, it is true, may have been transcribing a piece not of his own composition. This, however, seems unlikely. Every other poem in Swift's hand found among the Fountaine papers was written by him. The references to Ardelia, whom he had celebrated in 'Apollo Outwitted' (see p. 119), and to Miss Worsley come naturally, and suggest a date 1708-9, when Swift appears to have been in a mood to address or exchange verses with ladies of his acquaintance, as witness also the lines 'To Mrs. Biddy Floyd', p. 117.

[5]  The poem is printed as written by Swift save for the last stanza, in which three words have been rendered illegible by corrections in another hand.


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6            In pity to the empty'ng Town
7               Some God May-Fair invented,
8            When Nature would invite us down,
9               To be by Art prevented.

10          What a corrupted Tast is ours
11             When Milk-maids in mock-state
12          Instead of Garlands made of Flowrs
13             Adorn their Pails with Plate.

14          So are the Joys which Nature yields
15             Inverted in May-Fair
16          In painted Cloth we look for Fields,
17             And step in Booths for Air.

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18          Here a Dog dancing on his Hamms
19             And Puppets mov'd by Wire
20          Do far exceed your frisking Lambs
21             Or Song of feather'd Quire.

22          Howe'er such Verse as yours, I grant
23             Would be but too inviting
24          Were fair Ardelia not my Aunt, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25             Or were it Worsly's writing. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note

26          Then pray think this a lucky Hitt, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27             Nor e'er expect another
28          For honest Harry is no Witt, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29             Tho' he's a younger Brother.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING. April, 1709. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Tatler, Numb. 9. From Thursday April 28. to Saturday April 30. 1709. [Ref. T.]

[2]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 50.

[3]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 404 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 402).

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Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 19 (1731, p. 143; 1733, p. 143).

[4]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 43 (1737, ii. 34). [Ref. F.]

[5]  In addition to his prose contributions to Steele's Tatler, for which see Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, vol. ix, Swift contributed two verse pieces, 'A Description of the Morning', and 'A Description of a City Shower', Nos. 9 and 238, April, 1709, and October, 1710. On both occasions he was in London, with an interval, July, 1709, to the end of August, 1710, spent in Ireland.

[6]  Faulkner erroneously assigns 'A Description of the Morning' to the year 1712, Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 144, to 1710. Miscellanies, 1727, gives no date.

[7]  The transcript in the Whimsical Medley has no noteworthy variants.

[8]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1711.



9            NOW hardly here and there an [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Hackney-Coach
10          Appearing, show'd the Ruddy Morns [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Approach.
11          Now Betty from her Masters [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Bed had flown,
12          And softly stole to discompose her own.
13          The Slipshod Prentice [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note from his Masters Door,
14          Had par'd the Dirt, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Sprinkled round the Floor.
15          Now Moll had whirl'd her Mop with dext'rous Airs,
16          Prepar'd to Scrub the Entry and the Stairs.
17          The Youth with Broomy Stumps began to trace
18          The Kennel-Edge, where Wheels had worn the Place. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          The Smallcoal-Man [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was heard with Cadence deep,
20          'Till drown'd in Shriller Notes of Chimney-Sweep, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
21          Duns at his Lordships [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Gate began to meet,
22          And Brickdust Moll had scream'd through half the Street. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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23          The Turnkey now his Flock returning sees,
24          Duly let out a Nights [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to Steal for Fees. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          The watchful Bailiffs take their silent Stands,
26          And School-Boys lag with Satchels in their Hands.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: On the Little House by the Church Yard of Castleknock. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1746, viii. 338.

[2]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 268 (1749, xi. 268; 1751, xiv. 237). [Refs. 1746, 1749, 1751.]

[3]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4 to, iv (1), 304.

[4]  This poem was written in the earlier half of 1710, during a period of residence in Ireland (see note to the preceding poem). It describes a tiny building used as a vestry by Swift's friend, Archdeacon Walls, when officiating at Castleknock church, the parish church of Phoenix Park. No date is given to the poem in the early collections. Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 144, rightly assigns it to 1710.

[5]  It was first printed by Faulkner in 1746.

[6]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition of the Works, vol. viii, 1746.



7                  Whoever pleaseth to enquire,
8               Why yonder Steeple wants a Spire,
9               The gray old Fellow [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Poet Joe [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
10             The Philosophic Cause will shew.
11          Once, on a Time a Western Blast,
12          At least twelve Inches overcast,

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13          Reckoning Roof, Weather Cock and all,
14          Which came with a prodigious Fall;
15          And tumbling topsi-turvy round
16          Light with its Bottom on the Ground.
17             For by the Laws of Gravitation, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          It fell into its proper Station. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19             This is the little strutting Pile,
20          You see just by the Church-yard Stile;
21          The Walls in tumbling gave a Knock;
22          And thus the Steeple got a [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Shock;
23          From whence the neighbouring Farmer calls
24          The Steeple, Knock, the Vicar, Walls. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25             The Vicar once a Week creeps in,
26          Sits with his Knees up to his Chin;
27          Here conns his Notes, and takes a Whet,
28          Till the small ragged Flock is met.
29             A Traveller, who by did pass,
30          Observ'd the Roof behind the Grass;
31          On Tiptoe stood and rear'd his Snout,
32          And saw the Parson creeping out; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
33          Was much surpriz'd to see a Crow
34          Venture to build his Nest so low.
35             A School-boy ran unto't and thought,
36          The Crib was down, the Blackbird caught.
37          A Third, who lost his Way by Night,
38          Was forc'd, for Safety, to alight,
39          And stepping o'er the Fabrick-roof,
40          His Horse had like to spoil his Hoof.
41             Warburton [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note took it in his Noddle,
42          This Building was designed a Model,

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43          Or of a Pigeon-house, or Oven,
44          To bake one Loaf, and keep one Dove in.
45             Then Mrs. Johnson [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note gave her Verdict,
46          And every one was pleas'd, that heard it:
47          All that you make this Stir about,
48          Is but a Still which wants a Spout.
49          The Rev'rend Dr. Raymond guess'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          More probably than all the rest;
51          He said, but that it wanted Room,
52          It might have been a Pigmy's Tomb.
53             The Doctor's Family came by,
54          And little Miss began to cry;
55          Give me that House in my own Hand;
56          Then Madam bid [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Chariot stand,
57          Call'd to the Clerk in manner mild,
58          Pray reach that Thing here to the Child,
59          That Thing, I mean, among the Kale,
60          And here's to buy a Pot of Ale.
61             The Clerk said to her in a Heat,
62          What? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note sell my Master's Country Seat?
63          Where he comes ev'ry Week from Town;
64          He wou'd not sell it for a Crown.
65          Poh! Fellow [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note keep not such a Pother
66          In half an Hour thou'lt make another.
67             Says Nancy, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I can make for Miss,
68          A finer House ten times than this,
69          The Dean will give me Willow-Sticks,
70          And Joe my Apron full of Bricks.


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POLOTICAL & MISCELLANEOUS POEMS 1710-1714



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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE VIRTUES OF SID HAMET the MAGICIAN's ROD. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Virtues of Sid Hamet the Magician's Rod ... London, Printed: for John Morphew, near Stationers-Hall, MDCCX. Half-sheet.

[2]  The Virtues of Sid Hamet ... London Printed, and Re-Printed in Dublin 1710. Half-sheet. [The Devil a Barrel better Herring on verso.]

[3]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 44. [Ref. W.M.]

[4]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 411 (2nd edn., 1713, p. 409).

[5]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 81 (1731, p. 184; 1733, p. 184). Faulkner, 1735, ii. 44 (1737, ii. 35). [Ref. F.]

[6]  Sidney Godolphin, first Earl of Godolphin, born in 1645, came of an old Cornish family. He entered public life, as M.P. for Helston, in 1668. If not brilliant, he was a sagacious and able administrator, and succeeded in holding important offices of state under Charles II, James, and William. On the accession of Queen Anne he became Lord Treasurer, 6 May, 1702; and, with the help of Marlborough, he held the reins of office for eight years. He antagonized the High Church party by his support of the Occasional Conformity Bill. The impeachment of Sacheverell, and the weariness of the country with the war, gave the Tories an opportunity of undermining his power. On 8 August, 1710, he received a note from the Queen ordering him to break his staff of office. He retired from public life, and died, two years later, in 1712.

[7]  In a letter of 10 June, 1708 (Corresp. i. 92), Swift, writing to Archbishop King, relates an interview he had with Godolphin to solicit the grant of the firstfruits to the clergy of Ireland. He was given to understand that a first condition must be the consent of the clergy to the repeal of the Test. Swift retired, deeply offended, and never forgave Godolphin.

[8]  In September, 1710, he had another interview with Godolphin, and reported, writing again to Archbishop King, 'a reception very unexpected ... altogether short, dry, and morose' (Corresp. i. 194). Writing to Stella on the same day (Journal to Stella, 9 Sept., 1710) he further mentions his cold reception, and adds, 'I am almost vowing revenge'. This was after Godolphin had been dismissed from office. The revenge took the form of

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his lampoon, 'Sid Hamet.' For references to the piece see Journal to Stella, 26, 29 Sept., 1, 4, 14, 15, 20 Oct., 8, 10, 30 Nov., 14 Dec., 1710. The poem was sent to the printer on 4th of October; and on the 14th Swift wrote: 'My lampoon is cried up to the skies; but nobody suspects me for it, except Sir Andrew Fountaine.

[9]  In the Miscellanies of 1711 and 1713 the poem is introduced with a note in which the hand of Swift may be seen: 'The Following Poem being judged by some to be after the Author's manner, I have ventured to Print it.'

[10]  The Whimsical Medley erroneously assigns the poem to 1703; and Faulkner to 1712. Miscellanies, 1727, gives no date.

[11]  The text is printed from the original half-sheet.




12          THE Rod was but a harmless Wand,
13          While Moses held it in his Hand, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          But soon as e'er he lay'd it down,
15          'T was a devouring Serpent grown.

16             OUR great Magician, Hamet Sid, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          Reverses what the Prophet did;
18          His Rod was honest English Wood,
19          That, senseless, in a Corner stood,
20          Till Metamorphos'd by his Grasp,
21          It grew an all-devouring Asp;
22          Would hiss, and sting, and roll, and twist,
23          By the meer Virtue of his Fist:
24          But when he lay'd it down, as quick
25          Resum'd the Figure of a Stick.

26             SO to Her Midnight Feasts the Hag,
27          Rides on a Broomstick for a Nag,
28          That, rais'd by Magick of her Breech,
29          O'er Sea and Land conveys the Witch; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
30          But, with the Morning-Dawn, resumes
31          The Peaceful State of common Brooms.

32             THEY tell us something strange and odd,
33          About a certain Magick Rod, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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34          That, bending down it's Top, divines
35          When e'er the Soil has Golden Mines:
36          Where there are none, it stands erect,
37          Scorning to show the least Respect.
38          As ready was the Wand of Sid
39          To bend where Golden Mines were hid;
40          In Scottish Hills [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note found precious Ore,
41          Where none e'er look'd for it before; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
42          And, by a gentle Bow, divin'd
43          How well a Cully's Purse [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was lin'd:
44          To a forlorn and broken Rake,
45          Stood without Motion, like a Stake.

46             THE Rod of Hermes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was renown'd
47          For Charms above and under Ground;
48          To sleep could Mortal Eye-lids fix
49          And drive departed Souls to Styx.
50          That Rod was just a Type [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of Sid's,
51          Which, o'er a British Senate's Lids,
52          Could scatter Opium [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note full as well,
53          And drive as many Souls to Hell.

54             SID's Rod was slender, white, and tall,
55          Which oft he us'd to fish withal:
56          A PLACE was fastned to the Hook,
57          And many Score [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of Gudgeons took;

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58          Yet, still so happy was his Fate,
59          He caught his Fish, and sav'd his Bait.

60             SID's Brethren of the conj'ring Tribe
61          A Circle with their Rod describe,
62          Which proves a Magical Redoubt
63          To keep Mischievous Spirits out:
64          Sid's Rod was of a larger Stride,
65          And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note made a Circle thrice as wide,
66          Where Spirits throng'd with hideous Din,
67          And he stood there to take them in.
68          But, when th' enchanted Rod was broke,
69          They vanish'd in a strinkling Smoak.

70             ACHILLES's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Scepter was of Wood,
71          Like Sid's, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note but nothing near so good;
72          Tho' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note down from Ancestors Divine
73          Transmitted to the Heroes Line,
74          Thence, thro' a long Descent of Kings,
75          Came an Heir-loom, as Homer sings, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
76          Tho' this Description looks so big,
77          That Scepter was a sapless Twig: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
78          Which, from the fatal Day when first
79          It left the Forest where 'twas nurst,
80          As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
81          Nor Leaf, nor Fruit, nor Blossom bore.
82          Sid's Scepter, full of Juice, did shoot
83          In Golden Boughs, and Golden Fruit,
84          And He, the Dragon never sleeping, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
85          Guarded each fair Hesperian Pippin.

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86          No Hobby-horse, with gorgeous Top,
87          The dearest in Charles Mather's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Shop,
88          Or glitt'ring Tinsel of May-Fair,
89          Could with this Rod of Sid compare.

90             DEAR Sid, they why wer't thou so mad
91          To break thy Rod like naughty Lad? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
92          You should have kiss'd it in your Distress,
93          And then return'd it to your Mistress,
94          Or made [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note it a Newmarket Switch, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
95          And not a Rod for thy own Breech.
96          For since old Sid has broken this,
97          His next will be a Rod in Piss.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER. October, 1710. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Tatler, Numb.238. From Saturday 14. to Tuesday October 17. 1710. [Ref. T.]

[2]  The Whimsical Medley, ii. 323.

[3]  Miscellanies, 1711, p. 406 (2nd edn., 1713, p.404).

[4]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 13 (1731, p. 140; 1733, p.140). Faulkner, 1753, ii. 39 (1737, ii. 31). [Ref. F.]

[5]  Swift was proud of this piece, regarding it as much better than his 'Description of the Morning'. There are many references to it in the Journal to Stella. On 10 October, 1710, he writes to say that he is engaged upon the poem, and will send it to The Tatler. By the 13th he has finished and sent off the verses. On the 17th they appeared. 'They say 'tis the best thing I ever writ, and I think so too. I suppose the Bishop of Clogher will show it you. Pray tell me how you like it.' On the 27th he met Rowe and Prior, who 'both fell commending my Shower beyond any thing that has been written of the kind: there never was such a Shower since Danae's, &c.' Se Journal to Stella further under 12, 20 Oct., 2, 8, 10, 28, 30 Nov., 14 Dec., 1710.

[6]  The 1727 volume of Miscellanies ads to the title the words, In Imitation of VIRGIL's Georg.', in which it is followed by Bathurst and Hawkesworth, but not by Faulkner.

[7]  Faulkner mistakenly assigns the poem to 1712; one issue of the Miscellanies of 1713, by a printer's error, to 1720. No date is given in the 1727 Miscellanies.

[8]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1711.




9            Careful Observers may fortel the Hour [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
10          (By sure Prognostics) when to dread a Show'r:
11          While Rain depends, the pensive Cat gives o'er
12          Her Frolicks, and pursues her Tail no more.

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13          Returning Home at Night, you'll find the Sink
14          Strike your offended Sense with double stink. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          If you be wide, then gto not far to Dine,
16          You'll [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note spend in Coach-hire more than save in Wine.
17          A coming Show'r your shooting Corns presage,
18          Old Aches throb, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note your hollow Tooth will rage.
19          Sauntring in Coffee-house is Dulman seen;
20          He damns the Climate, and complains of Spleen.

21             MEAN while the South rising with dabbled Wings,
22          A Sable Cloud a-thwart the Welkin flings,
23          That swill'd more Liquor than it could contain,
24          And like a Drunkard [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note gives it up again.
25          Brisk Susan whips her Linen from the Rope,
26          While the first drizzling show'r is born aslope, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          Such is that Sprinkling which some careless Quean
28          Flirts on you from her Mop, but not so clean.
29          You fly, invoke the Gods; then turning, stop
30          To rail; she singing, still whirls on her Mop.
31          Not yet, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Dust had shun'd th' unequal Strife,
32          But aided by the Wind, fought still for Life;
33          And wafted with its Foe by violent Gust,
34          'Twas doubtful which was Rain, and which was Dust. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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35          Ah! where must nedy Poet seek for Aid,
36          When Dust and Rain at once his Coat invade; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
37          His only Coat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note where Dust confus'd with Rain, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          Roughen the Nap, and leave a mingled Stain.

39             NOW in contiguous Drops the Flood comes down,
40          Threat'ning with Deluge this Devoted Town.
41          To Shops in Crouds the dagged [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Females fly,
42          Pretend to cheapen Goods, but nothing buy.
43          The Templer spruce, while ev'ry Spout's a-broach,
44          Stays till 'tis fair, yet seems to call a Coach.
45          The tuck'd-up Sempstress walks with hasty Strides,
46          While Streams run down her oil'd Umbrella's Sides. [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note
47          Here various Kinds by various Fortunes led,
48          Commence Acquaintance underneath a Shed.
49          Triumphant Tories, and desponding Whigs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          Forget their Fewds, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and join to save their Wigs.

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51          Box'd in a Chair the Beau impatient sits,
52          While Spouts run clatt'ring o'er the Roof by Fits;
53          And ever and anon with frightful Din
54          The Leather sounds, he trembles from within.
55          So when Troy Chair-men bore the Wooden Steed,
56          Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be freed, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          (Those Bully Greeks who, as the Moderns do,
58          Instead of paying Chair-men, run them thro'.)
59          Laoco'n struck the Outside with his Spear, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60          And each imprison'd Hero quak'd for [Footnote: 1Kb] Open NoteFear.

61             NOW from all Parts thw swelling Kennels flow,
62          And bear their Trophies with them as they go:
63          Filth [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteof all Hues and Odours seem to tell
64          What Street [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notethey sail'd from, by their [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
65          They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force
66          From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course,
67          And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge,
68          Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn-Bridge. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          Sweepings from Butchers Stalls, Dung, Guts, and Blood,
70          Drown'd Puppies, stinking Sprats, all drench'd in Mud, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
71          Dead Cats and Turnip-Tops come tumbling down the Flood. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To Mr Harlyes Surgeon [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  A French adventurer, calling himself the Marquis de Guiscard, who had been taken in pay by the English government, entered into correspondence with France. He was seized and brought before the Privy Council, 8 March, 1711, when, during examination, he succeeded in wounding Harley with a penknife. Swift immediately sent off an account of the affair to Archbishop King (Corresp. i. 238), and wrote to Stella the same evening. He also began (see Journal to Stella, 16 April, 1711) and gave suggestions to Mrs. Manley for completing A True Narrative of what pass'd at the Examination of the Marquis de Guiscard. See further Boyer's Political State of Great Britain, i. 269-334; Craik, Life of Swift, i. 276-9.

[2]  Nearly a year after the incident, 19 Feby., 1711-12, Swift wrote to Stella: 'I dined with Ld-Treasr to-day ... I told him of 4 Lines I writ extempore with my Pencil, on a bit of Paper in his House, while he lay wounded. Some of the servants, I suppose, made waste paper of them, and he never had heard of them. Shall I tell them you; They were inscribed to Mr Harley's Physician.' He then proceeds to give the four lines, writing them continuously as prose.

[3]  The bit of paper still survives among the Marquis of Bath's Portland Papers at Longleat, vol. xi. f. 59. Near the top Swift has written in pencil:



4               To Mr Harlyes Surgeon
5            On Britain Europes safety lyes
6            And Britain's lost if Harly dyes
7            Harly depends upon your skill,
8            Think what you save or what you kill

[9]  The pencil is faint, and, lower down the slip, Edward Harley copied the lines in ink.

[10]  When he recalled the lines for Stella's benefit a year later Swift got the first line wrong, in the form, 'On Europe Britain's Safety lyes', and he began the second line, 'Britain is lost'.



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[11]  A transcript of the lines, inaccurate, appears in the same volume at Longleat, f. 76v.; and there are transcripts in the British Museum, Lansdowne 852. f. 53, and Harley 7316. p. 76. Swift's lines were printed by Nichols in his Select Collection of Poems, 1780-2, iv. 306; but they have not hitherto been gathered with his verse.

[12]  Guiscard's attack was followed by an outpouring of verse in Harley's honour (Longleat, xi. ff. 53-8). In 1765, in his additions to the Works, Deane Swift printed a Latin epigram on the incident composed by Atterbury (sm. 8vo. xvii. 120).






Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG, BEING THE Intended SPEECH of a famous Orator against Peace. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  An Excellent New Song, being the Intended Speech of a famous Orator against Peace. Half-sheet.

[2]  (?The Earl of Nottingham's Speech to the Honourable House of Lords; London, printed by J. Tomson, near Covent-Garden, 1711.)

[3]  The Whimsical Medley, i, Appendix, p. 31.

[4]  A Supplement to the Works of the Most Celebrated Minor Poets. ... London: ... F. Cogan, ... 1750. Part iii. 89.

[5]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works: ... London, ... J. Nichols, 1779.

[6]  Works, ed. Thomas Sheridan, 1784, vii. 74.

[7]  The occasion of this poem was the struggle for peace between the Tories and Whigs. Swift's masterly pamphlet in favour of the peace, The Conduct of the Allies, was published 27 Nov., 1711, and quickly ran through a number of editions printed in London, Dublin, and Edinburgh. Before Parliament re-assembled in December it was known that the Tory Earl of Nottingham had entered into an agreement with the Whigs to support their opposition to peace if they would assist him to pass his Occasional Conformity Bill. On 5 Dec. Swift wrote to Stella: 'Lord Nottingham, a famous Tory and speech-maker, is gone over to the Whig side.

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... Lord-Treasurer was hinting as if he wished a ballad was made on him, and I will get up one against to-morrow.' It was printed the next day. On the 7th Parliament met. The Speech from the Throne was definitely pacific in tone. Marlborough supported Nottingham's amendment in the House of Lords, which was carried by a small majority. In the House of Commons the same evening the ministerial majority in favour of peace exceeded a hundred. The situation was difficult and dangerous; but Oxford calmly waited his time. Marlborough's popularity was waning; on 30 Dec. he was dismissed from all his offices; and on the 31st a majority was secured in the House of Lords by the creation of twelve new peers.

[8]  The Earl of Nottingham (1647-1730), nicknamed Dismal from his swarthy complexion, was further satirized by Swift in Toland's Invitation to Dismal, see p. 161, and in the prose broadside A Hue and Cry after Dismal.

[9]  The poem was not reprinted during Swift's lifetime. In 1750 Cogan included it in his miscellany; and it was one of the pieces collected by Nichols in his Supplement, 1779. Dr. Ball, Swift's Verse, p. 118, was the first to note and suggest that 'some version of the speech' may have been 'printed by a sham name'. In the Journals of the House of Lords, 15 Dec., 1711, it appears that: 'Complaint being made to the House, of a Paper printed and published, contrary to a Standing Order of this House, intituled, "The Earl of Nottingham's Speech to the Honourable House of Lords; London, printed by J. Tomson, near Covent-Garden, 1711."

[10]  'And the said Title being read:

[11]  'Lords Committees were appointed, to inquire who is the Author, Printer, and Publisher of the said Paper.'

[12]  A week later, on Saturday, 22 December, the committee reported that the paper had been 'printed by a sham Name', and 'by the Oath of Sarah Vickers, it appears to have been printed by Andrew Hind, living in Peterborough- Court, near Fleet-Street'.

[13]  It was ordered that Andrew Hind should be taken into custody. On Saturday, 19 January, 1711-12, he was reprimanded and discharged.

[14]  Was this untraced piece a pirated edition of Swift's poem?

[15]  There is a contemporary transcript (from the printed half-sheet?) at Welbeck Abbey showing a few insignificant variants. The only marked difference occurs at l. 52, which reads: 'I'le neither regard any figures or Tropes'

[16]  The text is printed from the original half-sheet.



17          An Orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,
18          Who has forty Years let out his Conscience to hire,
19          Out of Zeal for his Country, and want of a Place,
20          Is come up, vi & armis, to break the Q---'s Peace.

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21          He has amp't an old Speech, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and the Court to their sorrow,
22          Shall hear Him harangue against PRIOR to Morrow. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          When once he begins, he never will flinch,
24          But repeats the same Note a whole Day, like a Finch. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          I have heard all the Speech repeated by Hoppy. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          And, mistakes to prevent, I have obtain'd a Copy.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The SPEECH. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


1            Whereas, Notwithstanding, I am in great Pain,
2            To hear we are making a Peace without Spain;
3            But, most noble Senators, 'tis a great Shame
4            There should be a Peace, while I'm Not in game.
5            The D---shew'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note me all his fine House; and the D---s [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
6            From her Closet brought out a full Purse in her Clutches [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
7            I talk'd of a Peace, and they both gave a start,
8            His G--- swore by ---, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and her G--- let a F---t:
9            My long old-fasion'd Pocket, was presently cramm'd;
10          And sooner than Vote for a Peace I'll be d---nd.
11          But, some will cry, Turn-Coat, and rip up old Stories,
12          How I always pretended to be for the Tories:

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13          I answer; the Tories were in my good Graces, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          Till all my Relations were put into Places.
15          But still I'm in Principle ever the same,
16          And will quit my best Friends, while I'm Not in game.
17             When I and some others subscribed our Names [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          To a Plot for expelling my Master K. James;
19          I withdrew my Subscription by help of a Blot,
20          And so might discover, or gain by the Plot:
21          I had my Advantage, and stood at Defiance,
22          For Daniel [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was got from the Den of the Lions:
23          I came in without Danger; and was I to blame?
24          For rather than hang, I would be Not in game.
25             I swore the Q--- that the Pr---of H---r [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          During Her Sacred Life, should never come over:
27          I made use of a Trope; that an Heir to invite,
28          Was like keeping her Monument always in sight.
29          But when I thought proper, I alter'd my Note;
30          And in Her own hearing I boldly did Vote,
31          That her M--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note stood in great need of a Tutor,
32          And must have an old, or a young Coadjutor:
33          For why; I would fain have put all in a Flame,
34          Because, for some Reasons, I was Not in game.
35             Now my new Benefactors have brought me about,
36          And I'll Vote against Peace, with Spain, or without:
37          Tho' the Court gives my Nephews, and Brothers, and Cousins,
38          And all my whole Family, Places by Dozens;
39          Yet since I know where a full Purse may be found,
40          And hardly pay Eighteenpence Tax in the Pound:

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41          Since the Tories have thus disappointed my Hopes,
42          And will neither regard my Figures nor Tropes;
43          I'll Speech against Peace while Dismal's my Name,
44          And be a true Whig, while I am Not in game. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The W--ds---r Prophecy. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The W-ds---r Prophecy. ... Printed in the Year, 1711. Broadside. (There are three editions of this broadside, two in which the prophecy is set partly in black and partly in roman letter, but in differing type, and one in which the prophecy is wholly in roman letter. The text is the same.)

[2]  Faulkner, 1762, x. 266; 1763, xi. 358.

[3]  Works, 1762, xiv. 161; 1764, 4 to, vii (2), 150, 8vo, xiv. 263. (Ed. by W. Bowyer, assisted by J. Nichols.)

[4]  Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 76.

[5]  This fierce attack upon the Duchess of Somerset forms part of the story of the struggle for and against peace with France. Swift and his friends wished to see the Whig Duchess of Somerset removed from court favour and influence.

[6]  The subject of Swift's satire was Elizabeth, Baroness Percy (1667-1722), only surviving daughter and sole heiress of Josceline Percy, eleventh and last Earl of Northumberland, who died in 1670. Her early life was chequered and adventurous. When only a girl she was married, in 1679, to Henry Cavendish, Earl of Ogle, who died in the following year. In 1681 she married Thomas Thynne of Longleat, a man of wealth, friend of the Duke of Monmouth, and the Issachar of Dryden's Absalom and Achitophel. Repenting of the match, and before the marriage was consummated, the bride fled to the protection of Lady Temple at The Hague. A few months later, in February, 1681-2, Thynne was assassinated by friends of a rival suitor, Count Köonigsmark, who was brought to trial, but acquitted. Four months after the murder of Thynne, on 30 May, 1682, his widow was married to Charles Seymour, sixth Duke of Somerset. Later the Duchess became a favourite with Queen Anne; and, as an active Whig, incurred

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Swift's hostility. See D.N.B. li. 297; Notes and Queries, 1 S. v. 269, also 78, 115, 183, 256; and 1 S. vi. 374.

[7]  There are references to 'The Windsor Prophecy' in the Journal to Stella on 23, 24, 26, 27 Dec., 1711, and 4 Jany., 1711-12. It was printed on the 24th of December, but barely published in the ordinary course, at least by Swift's account, for on the 26th Mrs. Masham asked him to stop it for fear of angering the Queen. And on the 4th of January he wrote, 'it is not published here, only printed copies given to friends'. The story is open to suspicion. The 'Prophecy' got abroad, and was twice reprinted in broadside form, whether by the first or by piratical printers. It is not unlikely that Swift made no more than a pretence of stopping publication. In 1733 he could no longer remember writing the poem (Letters of Swift to Ford, ed. D. Nichol Smith, p. 163).

[8]  Swift (see 'The Author upon Himself', p. 192 n.) attributed his disfavour with the Queen to A Tale of a Tub, and to the Duchess of Somerset's resentment of 'The Windsor Prophecy'. Sheridan, Life of Swift, 1784, pp. 95, 148-50, adopts this story.

[9]  Swift's statement, Journal to Stella, 24 Dec., 1711, that, 'it is somewhat in the same manner with that of Merlin in the Miscellanies', suggests that one of the black letter printings is the first edition of the piece.

[10]  The text is printed from one of the black letter broadsides. Faulkner's and the London editions of the Works show no variants save a few unimportant points of punctuation and spelling.



[11]  About three Months ago at W---nd-r, a poor Knight's Widow was buried in the Cloysters. In digging the Grave, the Sexton struck against a small Leaden Coffer, about half a Foot in length, and four Inches wide. The poor Man expecting he had discovered a Treasure, opened it with some difficulty; but found only a small Parchment, rolled up very fast, put into a Leather Case; which Case was tied at the top, and sealed with a St.George, the Impression on black Wax, very rude and Gothick. The Parchment was carried to a Gentleman of Learning, who found in it the following Lines, written in a black Old English Letter, and in the Orthography of the Age, which seems to be about Two hundred Years ago. I made a shift to obtain a Copy of it; but the Transcriber, I find, hath in many Parts alter'd the Spelling to the Modern way. The Original, as I am informed, is now in the Hands of the Ingenious Dr. W---,F.R.S. where, I

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suppose, the Curious will not be refused the Satisfaction of seeing it.

[12]  The Lines seem to be a sort of Prophesie, and written in Verse, as old Prophesies usually are, but in a very Hobling kind of Measure. Their Meaning is very dark, if it be any at all; of which the Learned Reader can judge better than I: However it be, several Persons were of Opinion, that they deserved to be Published, both as they discover somewhat of the Genius of a former Age, and may be an Amusement to the present.



13          When a holy black Suede, the Son of Bob,
14          With a Saint at his Chin, and a Seal in his Fob;
15          Shall not see one New Years-day in that Year,
16          Then let old Englond make good Chear:
17          Windsor and Bristow then shall be
18          Ioyned together in the Low-Countree. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          Then shall the tall black Daventry Bird [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          Speak against Peace right many a Word;
21          And some shall admire his conyng Witt,
22          For many good Groats his Tongue shall slitt:
23          But spight of the Harpy [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notethat crawls on all four,
24          There shall be Peace, pardie, and War no more.
25          But Englond must cry alack and well a day,
26          If the Stick be taken from the dead Sea. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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27          And dear Englond, if ought I understond,
28          Beware of Carrots from Northumberlond. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          Carrots sown Thyn [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notea deep root may get,
30          If so be they are in Sommer set:
31          Their Conyngs mark thou, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note for I habe been told,
32          They Assassine when young, and Poison when old.
33          Root out these Carrots, O Thou, whose Name
34          Is backwards and forwards always the same; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
35          And keep close to Thee always that Name,
36          Which backwards and forwards is allmost the same.
37          And Englond wouldst thou be happy still,
38          Bury those Carrots under a Hill. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: CORINNA. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 226 (1731, 281; 1733, p. 281). Faulkner, 1735, ii. 51 (1731, ii. 40). [Ref. F.] Miscellanies, 1742, iv. 178.

[2]  The poem, as first printed in 1727, bears no date. Faulkner, in 1735, assigned it to 1712; but 1711 is probably correct. The subject of these lines is sufficiently indicated. Hawkesworth, in 1755, was the first to append a footnote, naming Mrs. Manley. It is difficult to divine the reason for Swift's attack.



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[3]  For Mrs. Mary de la Rivière Manley, 1663-1724, see D.N.B.xxxvi. 35. The daughter of Sir Roger Manley, she was early led into a bigamous relationship with her cousin, John Manley. Thereafter she led a life of more than questionable morality. For some years she was mistress of Swift's friend, Alderman Barber. Her literary career, if also shady, brought her fame and some success. In The New Atalantis (1709) she satirized notable Whigs of the day; and in the same character wrote Memoirs of Europe (1710), and Court Intrigues (1711), besides plays, political pamphlets, and other pieces.

[4]  It is uncertain when Swift came to know Mrs. Manley personally. Writing to Addison, 22 August, 1710 (Corresp. i. 190), he refers to his reading of her Memoirs of Europe in terms which suggest that she was unknown to him. In the Journal to Stella, 14 Dec., 1710, he comments on Stella's mis-spelling of a word, and adds, 'let me have no more of that; 'tis the author of the Atlantis's spelling', by which it may be supposed he had seen manuscript or letters written by her. On 4 Jany., 1710-11, he writes, 'I dined with people that you never heard of, nor is it worth your while to know; an authoress and a printer'. The authoress ws probably Mrs. Manley; and Swift's acquaintance with her may well have taken place at the end of 1710. His references to her are not many; but, whether in the Journal or in his Correspondence, are kindly. See his mention of her illness, Journal, 28 Jany., 1711-12.

[5]  The Tatler, No. 63, 1-3 September, 1709, which has been attributed to Swift, contains an attack upon Mrs. Manley as 'Epicene, the writer of Memoirs from the Mediterranean'. But it is most improbable that this paper came from Swift's hand (Craik, Life of Swift, i. 255 n.3; Corresp. i. 166 n.7, 190 n.4).

[6]  In 1711 Mrs. Manley succeeded Swift as editor of The Examiner. In the same year he employed her to write A True Narrative of what pass'd at the Examination of the Marquis de Guiscard, and gave her hints for A True Relation of the several Facts and Circumstances of the Intended Riot and Tumult on Qeen Elizabeth's Birth-day, and A Learned Comment upon Dr. Hare's Excellent Sermon. See Journal to Stella, 3 Nov., 1711; Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, v. 171-2.

[7]  In view of these facts 'Corinna' is difficult to explain. The last stanza of the poem, with its reference to Mrs. Manley's Memoirs of Europe, shows that is could not have been written before 1710.

[8]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1727.




9            This Day, (the Year I dare not tell,)
10          Apollo play'd the Midwife's Part,
11          Into the World Corinna fell,
12             And he endow'd her with his Art.

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13          But Cupid with a Satyr comes;
14             Both softly to the Cradle creep:
15          Both stroke her Hands, and rub her Gums,
16             While the poor Child lay fast asleep.

17          Then Cupid thus: This little Maid
18             Of Love shall always speak and write;
19          And I pronounce, (th Satyr said)
20             The World shall feel her scratch and bite.

21          Her Talent she display'd betimes;
22             For in twice twelve [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noterevolving Moons,
23          She seem'd to laugh and squawl in Rhimes,
24             And all her Gestures were Lampoons.

25          At six Years old, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the subtle Jade
26             Stole to the Pantry-Door, and found
27          The Butler with my Lady's Maid;
28             And you may swear the Tale went round.

29          She made a Song, how little Miss
30             Was kiss'd and slobber'd by a Lad:
31          And how, when Master went to p---,
32             Miss came, and peep'd at all he had.

33          At twelve, a Wit and a Coquette;
34             Marries for Love, half Whore, half Wife;
35          Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in Debt;
36             Turns Auth'ress, and is Curll's for Life. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

37          Her Common-Place-Book all gallant is,
38             Of Scandal now a Cornucopia;
39          She pours it out in an Atlantis, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
40             Or Memoirs of the New Utopia. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A FABLE OF THE Widow and here Cat. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  A Fable of the Widow and her Cat. ... Printed for John Morphew, near Stationers-Hall, 1712. Half-sheet.

[2]  A Fable of the Widow and her Cat. ... London, Printed for Philpot near Charing-Cross, 1711. Broadside.

[3]  A Fable of the Widow and her Cat. ... Printed in the Year MDCCXII. Broadside.

[4]  A Fable of the VVidovv and her Cat. ... London Printed; And Re-printed in [Dubin?]. Broadside.

[5]  Political State of Great Britain, Jany. 1711-12, iii. 13.

[6]  Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works, Ed. J. Nichols, 1779.

[7]  This piece is printed with some hesitation. The evidence is strong, however, that Swift had a hand in it.

[8]  On 21 Dec., 1711, an accusation of embezzlement was brought against Marlborough by the Commissioners appointed to examine the public accounts. On the 30th the Queen dismissed Marlborough from all his appointments 'that the matter might take an impartial examination'. A few days later was published 'A Fable of the Widow and her Cat' turning upon these incidents, and attacking the Duke of Marlboroug. Swift's author ship was, from the first, assumed, or suspected. The poem was reprinted by Abel Boyer in his Political State of Great Britain for January, 1711-12, with a prefatory note: 'One of the Writers of the Examiner, who had constantly pursued the Duke with merciless Fury, and profligate malice, did on this Occasion publish the following FABLE of the WIDOW AND HER CAT.' The words clearly point to Swift. On the 31st of the same month a poem in reply appeared, espousing Marlborough's cause, under the title, When the Cats away, the Mice may Play. A Fable. Humbly inscribed to Dr. Swift. Swift refers to it in the Journal to Stella, on the day of publication: 'A poem is come out to-day inscribed to me, by way of a flirt; for it is a Whiggish poem, and good for nothing.' It is clear, therefore, that 'A Fable of Widow and her Cat' was immediately ascribed to Swift, and that he did not directly dispute the attribution. It may be assumed, moreover, with

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more than a degree of probability, that his mention of an unnamed poem in the Journal, under the 4th of January, is a reference to this piece. 'I was in the city to-day, and dined with my printer, and gave him a ballad made by several hands, I know not whom. I believe Lord-Treasuer had a finger in it; I added three stanzas; I suppose Dr. Arbuthnot had the greatest share.' It may be added also that, in the Biographia Britannica, p. 3444, the 'Fable of the Widow and her Cat' is attributed to Swift and Prior in conjunction.

[9]  In his Supplement, 1779, Nichols printed both 'The Widow and her Cat' and 'When the Cat's away, the Mice may Play' but with a footnote: 'This and the following Fable are not positively ascribed to Swift. They are very much in the manner of Prior.' They were reprinted by him in A Select Collection of Poems, 1780-82, iv. 50-5. See also The Writings of Matthew Prior, ed. A. R. Waller, ii. 380-4. But 'When the Cat's away, the Mice may Play' cannot possibly have been written by Prior, who was a diplomatic agent of the Tory ministry.

[10]  Dr. Elrington Ball assumes (Swift's Verse, p. 125) that Swift's words, under the 4th of January, refer to a ballad entitled, 'An Excellent new Song, Call'd The Trusty and True English-man' (see p. 1096). His reason for this attribution is not stated. It may be because the British Museum copy of this folio half-sheet ballad bears the inscription in a contemporary hand, '2. Jan. 17 11/12 Agt ye Whiggs'. But this date refers more probably to publication than to composition; and, in that case, cannot be reconciled with Swift's statement in the Journal, for the ballad of which he speaks was only handed to the printed on the 4th of January. The suggestion had previously been made, but purely as a guess, by Aitken, Life and Works of Arbuthnot, p. 43.

[11]  On the whole the evidence is in favour of Swift having played some part in the composition of 'A Fable of the Widow and her Cat'. See further an excellent note by Sir Charles Firth, Review of English Studies, 1925, i. 456.

[12]  The poem excited attention. In addition to the reply already noted, two others, at least, were printed, The Fable of the Shepherd and his Dog, which appeared on the 28th of January, and The Fable of the Housewife and her Cock.

[13]  Four editions of 'A Fable of the Widow and her Cat' appeared in rapid succession. The folio half-sheet printed by Morphew, and dated 1712, was almost certainly the first. The broadside edition without a printer's name, dated 1712, and the broadside 'Printed for Philpot', and dated 1711, were probably pirated editions of a popular piece.

[14]  Abel Boyer's reprint in the Political State of Great Britain was taken from one of the broadsheet editions, and contains only insignificant compositor's variants.

[15]  The text is printed from the half-sheet edition published by Morphew. There are no verbal variants between the broadsheet editions and reprints.




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I.


1            A Widow kept a Favourite Cat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
2            At first a gentle Creature;
3            But when he was grown Sleek and Fat,
4            With many a Mouse, and many a Rat,
5               He soon disclos'd his Nature.


II.


1            The Fox [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and He were Friends of old,
2               Nor cou'd they now be parted;
3            They Nightly slunk to rob the Fold,
4            Devour'd the Lambs the Fleeces sold,
5               And Puss grew Lion-hearted.


III.


1            He scratch'd her Maid, he stole the Cream,
2               He tore her best lac'd Pinner;
3            Nor Chanticleer upon the Beam,
4            Nor Chick, nor Duckling 'scapes, when Grim
5               Invites the Fox to Dinner.


IV.


1            The Dame full wisely did Decree,
2               For fear He shou'd dispatch more,
3            That the false Wretch shou'd worry'd be:
4            But in a sawcy manner He
5               Thus Speech'd it like a L---re. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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V.


1            "Must I, against all Right and Law, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
2               Like Pole-Cat vile be treated?
3            I! who so long with Tooth and Claw
4            Have kept Domestic Mice in awe,
5            And Foreign Foes defeated!


VI.


1            "Your Golden Pippins, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteand your Pies,
2               "How oft have I defended?
3            'Tis true, the Pinner which you prize
4            I tore in Frolick; to your Eyes
5               I never Harm intended. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


VII.


1            "I am a Cat of Honour----Stay,
2               Quo' She, no longer parly;
3            Whate'er you did in Battle slay,
4            By Law of Arms became your Prey,
5               I hope you won it fairly.


VIII.


1            Of this, we'll grant you stand acquit;
2               But not your Outrages:
3            Tell me, Perfidious! Was it fit
4            To make my Cream a PERQUISITE,
5               And Steal to mend your Wages?


IX.



1            So flagrant is Thy Insolence,
2               So vile Thy Breach of Trust is;
3            That longer with Thee to Dispense,
4            Were want to Pow'r, or want of Sense:
5               Here, Towzer! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note---Do Him Justice.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Fable of Midas. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Fable of Midas. ... Printed in the Year, 1711. Half-sheet.

[2]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. S.]

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 93 (1737, ii. 74). [Ref. F.]

[4]  Miscellanies, 1735, v. 1. (1736, v. 1; 1745, 1749, v. 1; 1751, x. 1).

[5]  The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to edn. iv. (1), 2.

[6]  This satire on the Duke of Marlborough was published on 14 February, 1711/12. On that day Swift wrote to Stella: 'To-day I published the Fable of Midas, a Poem, printed in a loose half sheet of Paper. I know not how it will sell; but it passd wonderfully at our Society to-night; and Mr Secty read it before me the other night to Ld Tr, at Ld Mashams, where they equally approved of it. Tell me how it passes with you.'

[7]  On the preceding 30th December Marlborough had been deprived of all his appointments, a course which gave even Swift some apprehension. Despite his ineveterate hostility to the Duke, and injustice to his character, he could write of him not ungenerously (see Journal to Stella, 6 Jan., 1712/13); and he averred that on many occasions he had prevented hard things being said to him (Corresp. ii. 39). The Duke's love of money chiefly excited Swift's dislike. In The Examiner, No. 28, Feby. 1-8, 1710/11, he addressed to Marlborough, as Marcus Carssus, a withering condemnation of avarice. His remark on Macky's character of the Duke is a terse, 'Detestably covetous' (Prose Works, ed. T. Scott, x. 273); and in a note to Burnet's History of his own Time he dismisses Marlborough as, 'A composition of perfidiouness and avarice' (Prose Works, x. 359).

[8]  See also the 'Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Famous General', p. 295.

[9]  This is one of the poems transcribed by Stella in the manuscript volume now in the possession of the Duke of Bedford at Woburn Abbey. She evidently copied from the printed half-sheet, which she follows even to small detail.

[10]  The poem was not reprinted in the four-volume Pope and Swift Miscellanies, 1727-32, and first reppeared in Faulkner's edition, 1735.

[11]  The text is printed from the original half-sheet.




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12          Midas, we are in Story told, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
13          Turn'd ev'ry thing he touch't to Gold:
14          He chip't his Bread, the Pieces round [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          Glitter'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notelike Spangles on the Ground:
16          A Codling e'er it went his Lip in,
17          Would strait become a Golden Pippin:
18          He call'd for Drink, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteyou saw him Sup
19          Potable Gld in Golden Cup.
20          His empty Paunch that he might fill,
21          He suck't his Vittels thro' a Quill;
22          Untouch't it pass't between his Grinders,
23          Or't had been happy for Gold-finders.
24          He cock't his Hat, you would have said
25          Mambrino's Helm adorn'd his Head. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          Whene'er he chanc'd his Hands to lay, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          On Magazines of Corn or Hay,
28          Gold ready Coin'd appear'd, instead
29          Of paultry Provender and Bread:
30          Hence we are by wise Farmers told,
31          Old Hay is equal to old Gold;
32          And hence a Gritick deep maintains,
33          We learn't to weigh our Gold by Grains.
34             This Fool had got a lucky Hit,
35          And People fancy'd he had Wit:
36          Two Gods their Skill in Musick try'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
37          And both chose Midas to decide;
38          He against Phæbus [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Harp decreed,
39          And gave it for Pan's oaten Reed:

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40          The God of Wit to shew his Grudge,
41          Clap't Asses Ears upon the Judge, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
42          A goodly pair, erect and wide,
43          Which he could neither Gild nor hide.
44             And now the Virtue of his Hands,
45          Was lost among Pactolus Sands, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          Against whose Torrent while he Swims,
47          The Golden Scurf peels off his Limbs:
48          Fame spreads the News, and People travel
49          From far, to gather golden Gravel;
50          Midas, expos'd to all their Jears,
51          Had lost his Art, and kept his Ears.
52          This Tale inclines the gentle Reader,
53          To think upon a certain Leader, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
54          To whom from [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Midas down, descends
55          That Virtue in the Fingers ends: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          What else by Perquisites are meant,
57          By Pensions, Bribes, and three per Cent? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
58          By Places and Commissions sold, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
59          And turning Dung it self to Gold?
60          By starving in the midst of Store,
61          As t'other Midas did before?
62             None e'er did modern Midas chuse, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
63          Subject or Patron of his Muse,
64          But found him thus their Merit Scan,
65          That Phebus must give Place to Pan:
66          He values not the Poet's Praise,
67          Nor will exchange His Plumbs for Bays:
68          To Pan alone [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note rich Misers call,
69          And there's the Jest, for Pan is ALL:

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70          Here English Wits will be to seek,
71          Howe'er, 'tis all one in the Greek.
72             Besides, it plainly now appears,
73          Our Midas too has [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Asses Ears;
74          Where every Fool his Mouth applies,
75          And whispers in a thousand Lies;
76          Such gross Delusions could not pass,
77          Thro' any Ears but of an Ass.
78             But Gold defiles with frequent Touch, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
79          There's nothing fouls the Hands so much:
80          And Scholars give it for the Cause,
81          Of British Midas dirty Paws;
82          Which while the Senate strove to scower,
83          They washt away the Chymick Power. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
84          While He his utmost Strength apply'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
85          To Swim against this Pop'lar Tide,
86          The Golden Spoils flew off apace, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
87          Here fell a Pension, there a Place:
88          The Torrent, merciless, imbibes
89          Commissions, Perquisites, and Bribes, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
90          By their own Weight sunk to the Bottom;
91          Much good may do 'em [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that have caught 'um.
92          And Midas now neglected stands,
93          With Asses Ears, and dirty Hands.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ATLAS: OR, THE Minister of STATE. TO THE Lord Treasurer OXFORD. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. S.]

[2]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 87 (1731, p. 188; 1733, p. 188).

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 48 (1737, ii. 38). [Ref. F.]

[4]  Miscellanies, 1742, iv. 85.

[5]  The strong Tory government of 1710 had scarcely been formed before differences arose between Harley and St. John, which were steadily accentuated, until Swift, in despair, retired to Letcombe in June, 1714, where he wrote his comment upon the situation, Some Free Thoughts upon the Present State of Affairs (Prose Works, ed. T. Scott, v. 391-415). According to Swift, Memoirs relating to that Change in the Queen's Ministry (Prose Works, v. 389), the first misunderstanding betgan with Guiscard's attempt upon Harley in Marc, 1711. St. John affected to believe that the blow was intended for him. Harley, however, got all the suffering, and the credit.

[6]  'Atlas' was probably written about a year after that event. Dr. Ball notes the connexion in thought of a passage in the Journal to Stella, 4 March, 1711-12, where, speaking of Oxford, Swift says that he 'cannot do all himself, and will not employ others: which is his great fault'. Stella's transcript, Faulkner, and Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, p. 158, all assign the poem to 1712. No date is given in the 1727 Miscellanies.

[7]  Stella gives the title as: 'Atlas. | To the Earl of Oxford. | Writ ad. 1712.' The textual variants of her transcrip show that she was copying from a manuscript.

[8]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies, 1727.




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9            Atlas, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notewe read in antient Song,
10          Was so exceeding tall and strong,
11          He bore the Skies [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note upon his Back,
12          Just as a Pedlar [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note does his Pack:
13          But, as a Pedlar [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note overprest,
14          Unloads upon a Stall to rest;
15          Or, when he can no longer stand,
16          Desires a friend to lend a Hand; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          So Atlas, lest the pond'rous Spheres
18          Should sink, and fall about his Ears,
19          Got Hercules to bear the Pile,
20          That he might sit and rest [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note a while.

21             Yet Hercules was not so strong, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          Nor could have born it half so long. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

23             Great [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Statesmen are in this Condition,
24          And Atlas is a Politician,
25          A premier Minister of State;
26          Alcides one of second Rate.
27          Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wise,
28          Yet when the Weight of Kingdoms lies [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          Too long, upon his single Shoulders,
30          Sink down he must, or find Upholders. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: T------l------nd's Invitation to DISMAL, to Dine with the CALVES-HEAD Club. Imitated from Horace, Epist. 5. Lib. 1. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  T---l---nd's Invitation to Dismal, to Dine with the Calves-Head Club. Broadside. (There is also a second broadside edition, similar in appearance, but a different setting, possibly an Edinburgh reprint. There is a copy in the National Library of Scotland.)

[2]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. S.]

[3]  Deane Swift's Essay on the Life of Swift, 1755, p. 228. [Ref. Deane Swift.] Works, ed. Deane Swift, 1765, 4 to edn., viii (2), 230; large 8vo, xvi. 357; sm. 8vo, xvii. 211. [Ref. 1765.]

[4]  Faulkner, 1765, xiii. 357.

[5]  Sheridan, 1784, vii. 79.

[6]  This lampoon upon the Earl of Nottingham (see p. 141) is mentioned by Swift, Journal to Stella, 1 July, 1712: 'Have you seen Toland's Invitation to Dismal? How do you like it? But it is an imitation of Horace, and perhaps you don't understand Horace.'. He also refers to it again under the 17th of July.

[7]  It was advertised in The Examiner as 'Lately Publish'd' (for the price of one penny) from 26 June to 31 July, when the advertisements cease. Although the broadside bears no printer's name, it was almost certainly printed by Morphew, who published The Examiner.

[8]  For John Toland, 1670-1722, the deist and speculative writer, see D.N.B. lvi. 438. His attack on orthodox religion, Christianity not Mysterious (1696), was ordered to be burnt. Later he became an active pamphleteer in support of the Whig party. In this satire Swift represents Lord Nottingham, the Tory, Churchman, and champion of the clergy, invited to join with Whigs and republicans in commemorating the execution of Charles 1 as a tyrant.

[9]  The Calves' Head Club was an association instituted in disrespect to the memory of Charles 1. A calf's head formed a prominent part of the meal at annual dinners held on the 30th of January, the date of the King's execution. The original broadside edition is dated at the foot of the text, 'January 29'. This is not the date of compostion, but part of the text, representing the eve of the annual celebration.

[10]  For a bitter attack on the club see The Secret History of the Calves-Head

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Club: Or, The Republican Unmasked (1703), an anonymous pamphlet, which ran through many editions in the reign of Anne, and is reprinted in the Harleian Miscellany. The association, gradually expired after the restoration; but the Gentleman's Magazine, v. 105, gives an account of a riot following a meeting held under the name of the club in 1735. This, however, may have been a hoax.

[11]  The poem was not included in any of the collections published during Swift's lifetime. It was reprinted by Deane Swift, Essay, 1755, who says that it was written on a hint from Oxford 'that he wished a ballad was made on the E. of '.

[12]  Stella's transcript shows no verbal variants, although a number of differences in punctuation; and the proper names are written in full. She has not written in the date, 'January 29', nor copied the Latin at the foot of the poem. It is not improbable, therefore, that she was copying from a manuscript.

[13]  The text is printed from the original broadside.



14          If, dearest Dismal, you for once can Dine
15          Upon a single Dish, and Tavern Wine,
16          T---l---nd to you this Invitation sends,
17          To eat the CALVES-HEAD with your trusty Friends.
18          Suspend a while your vain ambitious Hopes,
19          Leave hunting after Bribes, forget your Tropes:
20          To morrow We our Mystick Feast prepare,
21          Where Thou, our latest Proselyte, shalt share:
22          When We, by proper Signs and Symbols tell,
23          How, by Brave Hands, the Royal TRAYTOR fell;
24          The Meat shall represent the TYRANT's Head,
25          The Wine, his Blood, our Predecessors shed: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          Whilst an alluding Hymn some Artist sings,
27          We toast Confusion to the Race of Kings:
28                   Si potes archiacis conviva recumbere lectis,
29                   Nec modica coenare times olus omne patella:
30                   Supremo te sole domi, Torquate, manebo. [.....]
31                   Mitte leves spes, & certamina divitiarum,
32                   Et Moschi causam: Cras nato Cæsare festus
33                   Dat veniam somnumque dies: impune licebit
34                   Æstivam sermone benigno tendere noctem. [.....] [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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35          At Monarchy we nobly shew our Spight,
36          And talk what Fools call Treason all the Night.
37             Who, by Disgraces or ill Fortune sunk,
38          Feels not his Soul enliven'd when he's Drunk?
39          Wine can clear up G---d---lph---n's cloudy Face, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
40          And fill J---ck Sm---th with Hopes to keep his Place; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
41          By Force of Wine ev'n Sc---rb---r---w is Brave, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
42          Hal--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note grows more Pert, and S---mm---rs [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note not so Grave:
43                   Quid non ebrietas designat? operta recludit;
44                   Spes jubet esse ratas; in prælia trudit inermem:

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45          Wine can give P---rt---d Wit, and Cl---v---nd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Sense,
46          M---t---g---e [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Learning, B---lt---n [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Eloquence:
47          Ch---ly, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note when Drunk, can never lose his Wand,
48          And L---nc---n [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note then imagines he has Land.
49                   Sollicitis animis onus eximit; addocet artes.
50                   Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum?
51                   Contracta quem non in paupertate solutum?

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52             My Province is, to see that all be right,
53          Glasses and Linnen clean, and Pewter bright;
54          From out Mysterious Club to keep out Spies,
55          And Tories (dress'd like Waiters) in Disguise.
56          You shall be coupled as you best approve,
57          Seated at Table next the Men you love.
58          S---nd---d, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Or---rd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note B---l, and R---ch---d's Grace [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
59          Will come; and H---mp---n shall have W---p---l's Place. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60                   Hæc ego procurare & idoneus imperor, & non
61                   Invitus; ne turpe toral, ne sordida mappa
62                   Corruget nares, ne non & cantharus & lanx
63                   Ostendat tibi te; ne fidos inter amicos
64                   Sit qui dicta foras eliminet: ut coeat par
65                   Jungaturque pari, Brutum tibi Septimiumque,

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66             Wh---n, [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note unless prevented by a Whore,
67          Will hardly fail, and there is room for more:
68          But I love Elbow-room when're I drink,
69          And honest Harry is too apt to stink.
70             Let no pretence of Bus'ness make you stay,
71          Yet take one Word of Counsel by the way:
72          If Gu---rn---y [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note. calls, send word you're gone abroad; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          He'll teaze you with King Charles and Bishop Laud,
74          Or make you Fist, and carry you to Prayers:
75          But if he will break in, and walk up Stairs,
76          Steal by the Back-door out, and leave him there;
77          Then order Squash to call a Hackney Chair. January 29.
78                   Et nisi coena prior potiorque puella Sabinum
79                   Detinet, assumam, locus est & pluribus umbris:
80                   Sed nimis arcta premunt olidæ convivia capræ,
81                   Tu quotus esse velis rescribe: & rebus omissis,
82                   Atria servantem postico falle clientem.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Peace and Dunkirk; BEING AN Excellent New Song upon the Surrender of Dunkirk to General Hill. To the Tune of, The King shall enjoy his own again. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Peace and Dunkirk; Being an Excellent New Song upon the Surrender of Dunkirk to General Hill. ... London, Printed in the Year, 1712. Broadside.

[2]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works: ... London: ... J. Nichols, 1779. Works, ed. Thomas Sheridan, 1784, vii. 81.

[3]  The broadside was advertised as 'Just Publish'd' in The Examiner of the dates July 3-10, 10-17, 17-24, 24-31, 1712. Swift mentions it in the Journal to Stella on the 17th of July.

[4]  Major-General John Hill was brother of Abigail Hill, later Lady Masham, the supplanter of the Duchess of Marlborough in Anne's favour. He was made a page to the Queen, and, through Marlborough's influence, received a commission in the army in 1703. He commanded a brigade at Almanza, 1707; and was wounded at Mons in 1709. In 1711 he was placed in command of an expedition dispatched to attack the French settlements in America, which failed with heavy losses. He was appointed governor of Dunkirk, of which he took possession on 19 July, 1712, not many day after the publication of Peace and Dunkirk.

[5]  As Lady Masham was greatly esteemed by Swift, he was on friendly terms with her brother. In November, 1711, Hill was elected a member of the dining society of wits and men of interest to which Swift belonged. In the Journal to Stella, 18 September, 1712, Swift refers to a snuff-box, 'the finest that ever you saw', presented to him by Hill; and, further, mentions dining with him and his two sisters, Lady Masham and Mrs. Hill, on 27 December, 1712. See also Corresp. i. 336-9.

[6]  The text is printed from the original broadside. In 1733 Swift declared that he could not remember this poem (Letters of Swift to Ford, ed. D. Nichol Smith, p. 163).




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I.


1            Spight [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of Dutch Friends and English Foes,
2            Poor Britain shall have Peace at last; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
3            Holland got Towns, and we got Blows,
4               But Dunkirk's ours, we'll hold it fast:
5                  We have got it in a String,
6                  And the Whigs may all go Swing,
7            For among good Friends, I love to be plain;
8                  All their false deluded Hopes,
9                  Will, or ought to end in Ropes;
10          But the QUEEN shall enjoy Her own again.


II.


1            Sunder---d's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note run out of his Wits,
2               And Dismal [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note double-Dismal looks;
3            Whar---n [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Can only Swear by Fits,
4               And strutting Hal--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note is off the Hooks;
5                  Old Godol---n [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note full of Spleen,
6                  Made false Moves, and lost his QUEEN;
7            Harry look'd fierce, and shook his ragged Mane:
8               But a Prince of high Renown,
9               Swore he'd rather lose a Crown,
10          Than the QUEEN should enjoy Her own again.


III.


1            Our Merchant Ships may cut the Line,
2               And not be snapt by Privateers,

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3            And Commoners who love good Wine,
4               Will Drink it now as well as Peers:
5                  Landed-Men shall have their Rent,
6                  Yet our Stocks rise Cent. per Cent,
7            The Dutch from hence shall no more Millions drain;
8               We'll bring on us no more Debts,
9               Nor with Bankrupts fill Gazetts,
10          And the QUEEN shall enjoy Her own again.


IV.


1            The Towns we took ne'er did us good,
2               What signify'd the French to beat?
3            We spent our Mony and our Blood,
4               To make the Dutch-men proud and great:
5                  But the Lord of Oxford Swears,
6                  Dunkirk never shall be theirs,
7            The Dutch-hearted whigs may rail and complain;
8               But true English Men will fill,
9               A good Health to Gen'ral Hill,
10          For the QUEEN now enjoys Her own again.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Part of the Seventh Epistle of the FIRST BOOK of HORACE IMITATED. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Part of the Seventh Epistle of the First Book of Horace Imitated: And Address'd to a Noble Peer. London: Printed for A. Dodd, at the Peacock without Temple-Bar. 1713. Price 3d. 4to. pp. 12 (2nd edn., 1713; 3rd edn., 1713).



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[2]  The Seventh Epistle of the first Book of Horace Imitated. ... Dublin: Reprinted for John Henly, Bookseller in Castle-sttreet, 1713. 4to. pp. 4. [Ref. D.]

[3]  Political State of Great Britain, November, 1713, vi. 340.

[4]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. S.]

[5]  The Whimsical Medley, i. 238. [Ref. W.M.]

[6]  Miscellaneous Works, Comical & Diverting: ... London, Printed by Order of the Society de propagando, &c. M.DCC.XX. p. 411.

[7]  Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. The Fourth Edition, ... Dublin: ... S. Fairbrother, ... 2721 [1721], p. 232.

[8]  Miscellanies, ... The Fourth Edition ... London: [Curll] ... 1722. p. 197.

[9]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume. 1727, p. 21 (1731 p. 145; 1733, p. 145). Faulkner, 1735, ii. 100 (1737, ii. 79). [Ref. F.]

[10]  This poem, addressed to Oxford, was written by Swift on his return to England after his installation as Dean of St. Patrick's; and was published 23 October, 1713.

[11]  The text is printed from the first edition. Parallels from the original of Horace, printed as footnotes in the early editions, have been omitted.

[12]  Henly's reprint has some obvious mistakes, followed by Stella, the Whimsical Medley, and Fairbrother's edition of the Miscellanies. Absence of reference to Fairbrother's Miscellanies indicates agreement with Henly's reprint. The Political State of Great Britain follows Dodd's London edition.

[13]  There is a transcript in a clerical hand, evidently from the first edition, among the manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath, Portland Papers, xvii. ff. 133-5.




14          Harley, the Nation's great Support,
15          Returning home one Day from Court,
16          (His Mind with Publick Cares possest,
17          All Europe's Bus'ness in his Breast) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          Observ'd a Parson near Whitehall,
19          Cheapning old Authors on a Stall.
20          The Priest was pretty well in case,
21          And shew'd some Humour in his Face;
22          Look'd with an easie, careless Mien,
23          A perfect Stranger to the Spleen;
24          Of Size that might a Pulpit fill,
25          But more inclining to sit still.

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26          MY LORD, who (if a Man may say't) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          Loves Mischief better than his Meat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
28          Was now dispos'd to crack a Jest;
29          And bid Friend Lewis [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note go in quest [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
30          (This Lewis is a Cunning Shaver,
31          And very much in Harley's Favour)
32          In quest; who might this Parson be,
33          What was his Name, of what Degree;
34          If possible, to learn his Story,
35          And whether he were Whig or Tory?
36             Lewis his Patron's Humour knows;
37          Away upon his Errand goes, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          And quickly did the Matter sift,
39          Found out that it was Dr. S---t: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
40          A Clergyman of special Note,
41          For shunning those of his own Coat;
42          Which made his Brethren of the Gown
43          Take care betimes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to run him down:
44          No Libertine, nor Over-nice,
45          Addicted to no sort of Vice;
46          Went where he pleas'd said what he thought,
47          Not Rich, but ow'd no Man a Groat;
48          In State-Opinions a-la Mode,
49          He hated Wh---n [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note like a Toad;
50          Hed giv'n the Faction many a Wound,
51          And Libell'd all the Junta round; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
52          Kept Company with Men of Wit,
53          Who often father'd what he writ;

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54          His Works were hawk'd in ev'ry Street,
55          But seldom rose above a Sheet:
56          Of late indeed the Paper-Stamp [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          Did very much his Genius cramp;
58          And, since he could not spend his Fire,
59          He now intended [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to Retire.
60             Said HARLEY, I desire to know
61          From his own Mouth, if this be so? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          Step to the Doctor straight, and say,
63          I'd have him Dine with me to Day.
64          S---t [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note seem'd to wonder what he meant,
65          Nor wou'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note believe My LORD had sent;
66          So never offer'd once to stir,
67          But coldly said, Your Servant, Sir.
68          Does he refuse me? HARLEY cry'd: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          He does, with Insolence and Pride.
70          Some few Days after HARLEY spies
71          The Doctor fasten'd by the Eyes,
72          At Charing-Cross, among the Rout,
73          Where painted Monsters are hung out. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
74          He pull'd the String, and stopt his [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Coach,
75          Beck'ning the Doctor to approach.
76             S---t, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note who could [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note neither fly nor hide,
77          Came sneaking to the Chariot-side, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
78          And offer'd many a lame Excuse;
79          He never meant the least Abuse---

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80          My Lord---The Honour you design'd--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
81          Extremely proud---but I had din'd---
82          I'm sure [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I never shou'd neglect---
83          No Man alive has more Respect--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
84          Well, I shall think of that no more,
85          If you'll be sure to come at Four.
86             The Doctor now obeys the Summons, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
87          Likes both his Company and Commons; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
88          Displays his Talent, sits till Ten, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
89          Next Day invited, comes agen;
90          Soon grows Domestick, seldom fails
91          Either at Morning, or at Meals;
92          Came early, and departed [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note late:
93          In short, the Gudgeon took the Bait:
94          MY LORD wou'd carry on the Jest,
95          And down to Windsor takes his Guest.
96          S---t [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note much admires the Place and Air,
97          And longs to be a Canon there;
98          In Summer round the Park to ride,
99          In Winter---never to reside.
100        A Canon! that's a Place too mean:
101        No, Doctor, you shall be a Dean;
102        Two Dozen Canons round your Stall,
103        And you the Tyrant o'er them all:
104        You need but cross the Irish Seas,
105        To live in Plenty, Power and Ease.
106           Poor S---t [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note departs, and, what is worse,
107        With borrow'd Money in his Purse; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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108        Travels at least a Hundred Leagues,
109        And suffers numberless Fatigues.
110           Suppose him, now, a Dean compleat,
111        Devoutly [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note lolling in his Seat;
112        The [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Silver Virge, with decent Pride,
113        Stuck underneath his Cushion-side:
114        Suppose him gone through all Vexations,
115        Patents, Instalments, Abjurations,
116        First-Fruits and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats,
117        Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands and Cheats, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
118        (The wicked Laity's contriving,
119        To hinder Clergymen from thriving);
120        Now all the Doctor's Money's spent,
121        His Tenants wrong him in his Rent;
122        The Farmers, spightfully combin'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
123        Force him to take his Tythes in kind; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
124        And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Parvisol discounts Arrears,
125        By Bills for Taxes and Repairs.
126           Poor S---t, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note with all his Losses vext,
127        Not knowing where to turn him next;
128        Above a Thousand Pounds in Debt,
129        Takes Horse, and in a mighty Fret
130        Rides Day and Night at such a Rate,
131        He soon arrives at HARLEY's Gate;
132        But was so dirty, pale and thin,
133        Old Read would hardly let him in.
134           Said HARLEY, Welcome Rev'rend Dean! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
135        What makes your Worship look so lean? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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136        Why sure you won't appear in Town,
137        In that old Wig and rusty Gown! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
138        I doubt your Heart is set on Pelf
139        So much, that you neglect your Self.
140        What! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I suppose now Stocks are high,
141        You've some good Purchase in your Eye;
142        Or is your Money out at use?--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

143           Truce, good MY LORD, I beg a Truce!
144        The Doctor in a Passion cry'd;
145        Your Raillery is misapply'd:
146        I have Experience [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note dearly bought,
147        You know I am not worth a Groat:
148        But you [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note resolv'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note have your Jest,
149        And 'twas a Folly to Contest: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
150        Then since you now have done your worst, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
151        Pray leave me where you found me first.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To LORD HARLEY, since Earl of OXFORD, on his MARRIAGE. Written in the Year M DCC XIII. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Works of Jonathan Swift, ed. Deane Swift, 1765, 4to, viii (2), 146; 8vo, xvi. 252.

[2]  Faulkner, 1765, xiii. 270.

[3]  Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 140.

[4]  This poem was addressed by Swift to Lord Harley, only son of the first Earl of Oxford, Lord Treasurer, upon his marriage, 31 October, 1713, to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles, daughter and sole heiress of John, Duke of Newcastle. Swift was supposed to have assited in the negotiations and also in arrangements for the division of the Duke's inheritance between her and Lord Pelham, the male heir. See Corresp.ii. 183, where Erasmus Lewis describes the apportionment of the Duke of Newcastle's estate consequent upon the marriage (cf. Portland MSS. v. 324). Bolingbroke, writing to Swift, 1 Jany., 1721-2, sarcastically described the marriage as the ultimate end of Oxford's administration (Corresp.iii.113).

[5]  In the Journal to Stella, 8 November, 1711, Swift writes: 'Lord Harley is a very valuable young gentleman; and they say the girl is handsome, and has good sense, but red hair,' a less glowing account of the couple than he gives in the verses.

[6]  The text is printed from the Works, 1765.




7            AMONG the numbers who employ
8            Their tongues and pens to give you joy,
9            Dear Harley, gen'rous Youth, admit
10          What friendship dictates more than wit.

11             Forgive me, when I fondly thought
12          (By frequent observation taught)
13          A spirit so inform'd as yours
14          Could never prosper in amours.
15          The God of Wit, and Light, and Arts,
16          With all acquir'd and nat'ral parts,

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17          Whose harp could savage beasts enchant,
18          Was an Unfortunate gallant.
19          Had Bacchus after Daphne reel'd,
20          The Nymph had soon been brought to yield;
21          Or, had Embroider'd Mars pursu'd,
22          The Nymph would ne'er have been a prude.
23          Ten thousand footsteps, full in view,
24          Mark out the way where Daphne flew. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          For such is all the sex's flight,
26          They fly from learning, wit, and light:
27          They fly, and none can overtake
28          But some gay coxcomb, or a rake.

29             How then, dear Harley, could I guess
30          That you should meet, in love, success?
31          For, if those antient Tales be true,
32          Phoebus was beautiful as you:
33          Yet Daphne never slack'd her pace,
34          For wit and learning spoil'd his face.
35          And, since the same resemblance held
36          In gifts, wherein you both excell'd,
37          I fancy'd ev'ry nymph would run
38          From you, as from Latona's son.

39             Then where, said I, shall Harley find
40          A virgin of superior mind,
41          With wit and virtue to discover,
42          And pay the merit of her Lover?

43             This character shall Ca'ndish claim,
44          Born to retrieve her sex's fame.
45          The chief among that glitt'ring crowd,
46          Of titles, birth, and fortune proud,
47          (As fools are insolent and vain)
48          Madly aspir'd to wear her chain:
49          But Pallas, guardian of the Maid,
50          Descending to her Charge's aid,

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51          Held out Medusa's snaky locks,
52          Which stupify'd them all to stocks.
53          The Nymph, with indignation, view'd
54          The dull, the noisy, and the lewd:
55          For Pallas, with celestial light,
56          Had purify'd her mortal sight;
57          Shew'd her the Virtues all combin'd,
58          Fresh blooming, in young Harley's mind.

59             Terrestrial nymphs, by formal arts,
60          Display their various nets for hearts:
61          Their looks are all by method set,
62          When to be prude, and when coquette;
63          Yet, wanting skill and pow'r to chuse,
64          Their only pride is to refuse.
65          But, when a Goddess would bestow
66          Her love on some bright youth below,
67          Round all the earth she casts her eyes;
68          And then, descending from the skies,
69          Makes choice of him she fancies best,
70          And bids the ravish'd youth be bless'd.

71             Thus the bright Empress of the Morn [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
72          Chose, for her spouse, a mortal born:
73          The Goddess made advances first,
74          Else what aspiring hero durst?
75          Tho', like a virgin of fifteen,
76          She blushes when by mortals seen;
77          Still blushes, and with speed retires,
78          When Sol pursues her with his fires. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

79             Diana thus, Heav'n's chastest queen,
80          Struck with Endymion's graceful mien,
81          Down from her silver chariot came,
82          And to the Shepherd own'd her flame.

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83             Thus Ca'ndish, as Aurora bright,
84          And chaster than the Queen of Night,
85          Descended from her sphere to find
86          A Mortal of superior kind.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE FIRST ODE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE PARAPHRAS'D: And Address'd to Richard St--- le, Esq; [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The First Ode of the Second Book of Horace Paraphas'd: And Address'd to Richard St---le, Esq; ... London: Printed for A. Dodd, at the Peacock without Temple-Bar. 1714. Price 3d. 4to, pp.11. (In some copies the date on the title-page is 1713.)

[2]  The First Ode ... Dublin: Reprinted for John Henly, ... 1714.

[3]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works, ed. Nichols, 1776 and 1799.

[4]  Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 129.

[5]  The poem has an almost unmistakable faithfulness to Swift's style in satirical and polemical verse; and its omission from the earlier collections and miscellanies may have been due to his desire to bury this episode in his relationship to Steele, or to a hesitancy on account of its political references.

[6]  For an account of the quarrel between Steele and Swift, arising first from the page of the Examiner and Guardian in April-May, 1713, and continuing in a personal correspondence shortly before Swift left for Ireland to be installed as Dean of St. Patrick's, see Aitkne's Life of Steele, i. 378 ff., and Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, v. 276-8. After Swift's return the misunderstanding was embittered by a war of political pamphlets between the two. In September appeared Steele's Importance of Dunkirk Considered,

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to which Swift retorted vigorously in October with The Importance of the Guardian Considered. Meanwhile, during the latter part of the year, 22nd October onward, Steele's forthcoming pamphlet, The Crisis, was heralded by successive announcements. Swift, seizing upon the tedious absurdity of repeated pompous advertisements and protracted delay, printed the present poem, ridiculing Steele and his promised pamphlet. It appeared on the 6th or 7th of January, 1713-14 (Daily Courant, 5 and 7 Jany., Post-Boy, 5-7 Jany., Mercator, 2-4 Jany.). On the 19th of January The Crisis was, at length, published. Swift's destructive rejoinder, The Publick Spirit of the Whigs, came out on the 23rd of February. See further Aitken's Life of Steele, i. 399-409, ii. 3-23; Prose Works, v. 311-12.

[7]  The poem was first printed with the collected Works of Swift by Nichols.

[8]  The text is printed from a copy of the first edition. The Latin parllels, which appeared as footnotes to the original edition, are not reprinted.




9            DICK, thour't resolv'd, as I am told,
10          Some strange Arcana to unfold,
11          And with the help of Buckley's Pen [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12          To vamp the good Old Cause again,
13          Which thou (such Bur---t's shrewd Advice is) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          Must furbish up and Nickname CRISIS.
15          Thou pompously wilt let us know
16          What all the World knew long ago,
17          (Ere since Sir William G---e [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note was May'r,
18          And HAR-Y fill'd the Commons Chair) [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          That we a German Prince must own
20          When A---N for Heav'n resigns Her Throne.
21          But more than that, Thou'lt keep a rout
22          With-who is in--- and who is out,
23          thou'lt rail devoutly at the Peace,
24          And all its secret Causes trace,

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25          The Bucket-play 'twixt Whigs and Tories,
26          Their ups and downs, with fifty Stories
27          Of Tricks, the Lord of Ox---d knows,
28          And Errors of our Plenipoes.
29          Thou'lt tell of Leagues among the Great
30          Portending ruin to our State,
31          And of that dreadful [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note coup d'eclat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          Which has afforded thee much Chat,
33          The Q---n (forsooth, Despotick) gave
34          Twelve Coronets, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note without thy leave!
35          A Breach of Liberty, 'tis own'd,
36          For which no Heads have yet atton'd!
37          Believe me, what thou'st undertaken
38          May bring in Jeopardy thy Bacon,
39          For Madmen, Children, Wits and Fools
40          Shou'd never meddle with Edg'd Tools.
41          But since thou'rt got into the Fire,
42          And canst not easily retire,
43          Thou must no longer deal in Farce,
44          Nor pump to cobble wicked Verse;
45          Untill thou shalt have eas'd thy Conscience,
46          Of Spleen, of Politicks and Nonsense,
47          And when thou'st bid adieu to Cares,
48          And settled Europe's Grand Affairs,
49          'Twill then, perhaps, be worth thy while
50          For Drury-lane to shape thy Stile:
51          [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note "To make a pair of Jolly Fellows,
52          The Son and Father, join to tell us,
53          How Sons may safely disobey,
54          And Fathers never shou'd say nay,
55          By which wise Conduct they grow Friends
56          At last---and so the Story ends. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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57          [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note When first I knew thee, Dick, thou wert
58          Renown'd for Skill in Faustus Art, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
59          Which made thy Closet much frequented [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60          By buxom Lasses---Some repented
61          Their luckless Choice of Husbands---others,
62          Impatient to be like their Mothers,
63          Receiv'd from thee profound Directions
64          How best to settle their Affections;
65          Thus thou, a Friend to the Distress'd,
66          Didst in thy calling do thy best.

67             But now the Senate (if things hit
68          And thou at Stockbridge [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note wert not bit)
69          Must feel thy Eloquence and Fire,
70          Approve thy Schemes, thy Wit admire,
71          Thee with Immortal Honours crown,
72          Whilst Patr'ot ot-like thou'lt strut and frown.

73             What, tho' by Enemies 'tis said,
74          The Lawrel, which adorns thy Head;
75          Must one Day come in competition,
76          By vertue of some sly Petition:
77          Yet Mum for that, hope still the best,
78          Nor let such Cares disturb thy Rest.

79             Methinks I hear thee loud, as Trumpet,
80          As Bagpipe shrill, or Oyster-Strumpet,
81          Methinks I see thee, spruce and fine,
82          With Coat embroider'd richly shine,
83          And dazzle all the Idol-Faces
84          As thro' the HALL thy Worship paces:
85          (Tho' this I speak but at a venture,
86          Supposing thou hast Tick with Hunter)

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87          Methinks I see a black-guard Rout
88          Attend thy Coach, and hear them shout
89          In Approbation of thy Tongue,
90          Which (in their Stile) is purely hung.
91          Now, now you carry all before ye,
92          Nor dares one Jacobite or Tory
93          Pretend to answer one Syl---lable,
94          Except the Matchless Hero Abel. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
95          What tho' her Highness and her Spouse
96          In Ant---rp keep a frugal House, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
97          Yet not forgetful of a Friend
98          They'll soon enable thee to spend,
99          If to Macc---rt---y [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note thou wilt toast,
100        And to his Pious Patron's Ghost.
101        Now manfully thou'lt run a Tilt
102        "On Popes, for all the Blood they've spilt,
103        For Massacres, and Racks, and Flames,
104        For Lands enrich'd by crimson Streams,
105        For Inquisitions taught by Spain,
106        Of which the Christian World complain. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

107           Dick, we agree---all's true, thou'st said,
108        As that my Muse is yet a Maid,
109        But, if I may with freedom talk,
110        All this is foreign to thy Walk:
111        Thy Genius has perhaps a knack
112        At trudging in a beaten Track,
113        But is for State-Affairs as fit,
114        As mine for Politicks and Wit.

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115        Then let us both in time grow wise,
116        Nor higher, than our Talents, rise,
117        To some snug Cellar let's repair
118        From Dunns and Debts, and drown our Care;
119        Now quaff of honest Ale a Quart,
120        Now venture at a Pint of Port,
121        With which inspir'd we'll club each Night
122        Some tender Sonnet to indite,
123        And with Tom D'urf---y, Phill---ps, D---nnis, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
124        Immortalize our Dolls and Jenneys.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: JEUX D'ESPRIT OF THE SCRIBLERUS CLUB [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath, Potland Papers, vol. xiii. ff. 66, 67, 82, 84.

[2]  Letters, ed. Hawkesworth, 1766, 4to, x. 205.

[3]  Swiftiana, 1804, i. 109.

[4]  Works, ed. Scott, 1814, xvi. 128.

[5]  Works of Alexander Pope, Elwin and Courthope, 1871-89, viii. 225 n.2.

[6]  Life and Works of John Arbuthnot, G. A. Aitken, 1892, p. 56 n.

[7]  Correspondence, ed. F. Elrington Ball, ii, Appendix vii.

[8]  An association belonging to the winter of 1713/14, formed by Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, and Gay, with Parnell as an occasional visitor, was given the name of the Scriblerus Club. See R. J. Allen's Clubs of Augustan London, pp. 260 ff. In his edition of Swift's correspondence, 1766, Hawkesworth printed some disjointed verses (II-V below) passing between members of the Club and Lord Oxford, in which Oxford was invited to take part in the gatherings. I have not been able to trace the manuscripts used by Hawkesworth.

[9]  Further Scriblerus verses are preserved among the manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath at Longleat. Among these Hawkesworth's pieces are only represented by a transcript of IV written on the first two pages of a sheet

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folded to two quarto leaves. The names appended to this transcript, which are not autograph signatures, have, with the exception of the of Gay, been scribbled over in ink. Hawkesworth does not give the signatures, and has some verbal variants. This piece was also printed by Aitken, Life of Arbuthnot, p. 56 n. It is here printed form the Longleat transcript.

[10]  The series, so far as it has been preserved, seems to begin with Swift. Among the Longleat manuscripts is a folded sheet, making two quarto leaves, addressed on the verso of the second leaf, 'To the Lord High Treasurer'. On the recto of the first leaf are six lines (I) in Swift's autograph, dated below by Lord Oxford: 'Marc. 20: 1713/14'. These lines were printed in Elwin and Courthope's Pope, viii. 225 n. 2. They are here reprinted as written by Swift.

[11]  The most interesting of the Scriblerus manuscripts preserved at Longleat is number VI, hitherto unprinted. On one side of a small quarto leaf, verso blank, are written five invitations to Oxford of two lines each, severally in the autographs of Pope, Swift, Parnell, Arbuthnot, and Gay. The leaf is undated.





I

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
1               The Doctor and Dean, Pope, Parnell and Gay
2               In manner submissive most humbly do pray,
3               That your Lordship would once let your Cares all alone
4               And Climb the dark Stairs to your Friends who have none:
5               To your Friend who at least have no Cares but to
6                  please you
7               To a good honest Junta that never will teaze you.
8            From the Doctor's Chamber
9            past eight.


II

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
1                        April 14, 1714. Back Stairs, past Eight.
2            In a summons so large, which all clergy contains,
3            I must turn Dismal's convert, or part with my brains,
4            Should I scruple to quit the back stairs for your blind ones,
5            Or refuse your true juncto for one of---

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III

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

[1]  The following is their answer to his lordship, chiefly written by the Dean.


2            Let not the whigs our tory club rebuke;
3            Give us our earl, the devil take their duke.
4            Quædam quæ attinet ad Scriblerum,
5            Want your assistance now to clear 'em.
6               One day it will be no disgrace,
7               In Scribler to have had a place.
8            Come then, my lord, and take your part in
9            The important history of Martin.


IV


1               A Pox of [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note all Senders
2               For any Pretenders
3            Who tell us these troublesome stories,
4               In their dull hum-drum key
5               Of Arma Virumque
6            Hannoniae [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notequi primus ab oris.


Poem section


7               A fig too for H---r [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
8               Who prates like his Grand mere
9            And all his old Friends would rebuke
10             In spite of the Carle
11             Give us but one Earle,
12          And the Devil may take their Duke. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


Poem section


13             Then come and take part in
14             The Memoirs of Martin, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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15          Lay by [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Noteyour White Staff & gray Habit,
16             For trust us, friend Mortimer [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17             Should you live years forty more
18          Haec olim meminisse juvabit.
19                      by order of ye Club

A. Pope

J. Gay

J. Swift

J. Arbuthnot

T. Parnel




V

[1]  More Lines Humour, by Lord Treasurer.


2                                                   April 14, 1714.
3               I honour the men, Sir,
4               Who are ready to answer,
5            When I ask them to stand by the queen;
6               In spite of orâtors,
7               And blood-thirsty praters,
8            Whose hatred I highly esteem.
9               Let our faith's defender
10             Keep out ev'ry pretender,
11          And long enjoy her own;
12             Thus you four, five,
13             May merrily live,
14          Till faction is dead as a stone.


VI

[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
1            My Lord, forsake your Politick Utopians,
2            To sup, like Jove, with blameless Ethiopians.

Pope.



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3            In other Words, You with the Staff,
4            Leave John of Bucks, come here and laugh.

Dean.


5            For Frolick Mirth give ore affairs of State,
6            To night be happy, be to morrow great.

Parnell


7            Give Clans your money, us your smile
8            your Scorn to T---end & Ar---ile

Doctor


9            Leave Courts, and hye to simple Swains,
10          Who feed no Flock Upon no Plains

Gay.






Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE FAGGOT. Written in the Year 1713, when the QUEEN's Ministers were quarrelling among themselves. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 97 (1737, ii, 77).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 5 (1736, v. 5; 1745, v. 7). [Ref. 1735.]

[3]  Vol. IV. of the Miscellanies ... Dublin, ... Samuel Fairbrother, ... 1735. p. 8.

[4]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 7.

[5]  This poem was first printed by Faulkner in 1735. On the 13th of June, 1713, Swift was in Dublin, and installed Dean of st. Patrick's. On the 29th of August he left Dublin; and on the 9th of September he was back in London. He found the Tory leaders at variance. The extreme Tories suspected Oxford, whose moderation disturbed them. Bolingbroke, pressing for power, was adopting a more hostile attitude.



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[6]  Swift's poem may have been written in the latter part of 1713; but it seems not unlikely that it was composed upon a hint conveyed in a letter written to him by the Duchess of Ormonde, 24 April, 1714: 'I hope our friends will ... remember the story of the arrows, that were very easily broke singly, but when tied up close together, no strength of man could hurt them' (Corresp. ii. 133).

[7]  At an earlier date Swift addressed a remonstrance in verse to Harley on the same subject. Cf.' Atlas: or, the Minister of State', p. 159, and Swift's pamphlet, Some Free Thoughts upon the Present State of Affairs (Prose Works, v. 393-415).

[8]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition of 1735.




9            Observe the dying Father speak:
10          Try Lads, can you this Bundle break;
11          Then, bids the youngest of the Six,
12          Take up a well-bound Heap of Sticks.
13          They thought it was an old Man's Maggot;
14          And strove by Turns to break the Faggot:
15          In vain: The complicated Wands
16          Were much too strong for all their Hands.
17          See, said the Sire, how soon 'tis done: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          Then, took and broke them one by one.
19          So strong you'll be, in Friendship ty'd;
20          So quickly broke if you divide.
21          Keep close then Boys, and never quarrel.
22          Here ends the Fabel and the Moral.

23             This Tale may be apply'd in few Words
24          To Treasurers, Controllers, Stewards,
25          And others, who in solemn Sort
26          Appear with slender Wands at Court:
27          Not firmly join'd to keep their Ground,
28          But lashing one another round:
29          While, wise Men think they ought to fight [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
30          With Quarter-staffs instead of White;
31          Or Constable with Staff of Peace,
32          Should come and make the Clatt'ring cease;

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33          Which now disturbs the Queen and Court,
34          And gives the Whigs and Rabble Sport.

35             In History we never found
36          The Consul's Fasces were unbound;
37          Those Romans were too wise to think on't,
38          Except to lash some grand Delinquent.
39          How would they blush to hear it said,
40          The Prætor broke the Consul's Head;
41          Or, Consul in his Purple Gown,
42          Came up, and knock't the Prætor down. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

43             Come Courtiers: Every Man his Stick:
44          Lord-Treasurer; for once be quick:
45          And, that they may the closer cling,
46          Take your blue Ribbin for a String. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
47          Come trimming Harcourt; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note bring your Mace;
48          And squeeze it in, or quit your Place:
49          Dispatch; or else that Rascal Northey, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          Will undertake to do it for thee:
51          And, be assur'd, the Court will find him
52          Prepar'd to leap o'er Sticks, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note or bind 'em.

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53             To make the Bundle strong and safe,
54          Great Ormonde lend thy Gen'ral's Staff: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
55          And, if the Crosier could be cramm'd in, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          A Fig for Lechmere, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note King, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Hambden. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          You'll then defy the strongest Whig,
58          With both his Hands to bend a Twig;
59          Though with united Strength they all pull,
60          From Sommers [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note down to Craigs [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Walpole.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE Author upon Himself.
A few of the first Lines were wanting in the Copy sent us by a Friend of the Author's from London. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 343 (1737, ii. 129).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 54 (1736, v. 54; 1745, v. 10; 1749, v. 10; 1751, x. 9).

[3]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1) 10.

[4]  On Monday, 31 May, 1714, Swift, in despair at the growing enmity between Oxford and Bolingbroke, left London, and, apparently, reached Letcombe on 3 June (Portland MSS., vii. 186) on a visit to the rector, the

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Rev. John Geree. On the 8th we find him writing from the rectory to Esther Vanhomrigh (Corresp. ii. 142). On the 8th of August, after the Queen's death, he announced to Archdeacon Walls his intention of setting out for Ireland on the 16th (Corresp. ii. 227); on the 12th he told Ford, 'I sett out early on Monday next for Ireland' (Lerrers of Swift to Ford, ed. Nichol Smith, p. 52); and on the 15th he wrote to Oxford, 'I set out tomorrow morning' (Corresp. ii. 236). His stay at Letcombe thus extended from the 3rd of June to the 16th of August, 1714; and, as the poem clearly shows, it was during this period that these verses on himself were written.

[5]  A note to the last line of the poem, in Faulkner's edition, runs: 'The Author retired to a Friend in Berkshire, ten Weeks before the Qu---died; and never saw the Ministry after.' This is not quite accurate, for Anne died on Sunday, 1st of August; but is places the poem correctly, despite the mistaken statement in the same edition, 'Written in the Year 1713'. The wrong dating has been followed by later editors.

[6]  The Rev. John Geree, Swift's host during these weeks, was a native of Farnham near Moor Park, and is said to have lived 'in Sir William Temple's family' (Portland MSS., vii. 186). In the Journal to Stella, 10 May, 1712, Swift writes: 'Did I tell you that young Parson Gery is going to be married, and asked my advice when it was too late to break off?' Thereupon he busied himself on behalf of the improvident young clergyman. 'Lord-Keeper promised me yesterday the first convenient living to poor Mr. Gery, who is married, and wants some addition to what he has' (Journal to Stella, 22 Dec., 1712). Geree had been a fellow of Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and was presented by his College to the living of Letcombe Bassett, Berkshire. Thither Swift sent him a present of wine in April, 1714 (Corresp. ii. 134). Geree wrote to thank him, as also for his good offices with the Lord Chancellor, which, however, had produced nothing so far. He mentioned also the school he had opened at the rectory.

[7]  All communication between Swift and Geree seems to have been broken off after the Letcombe visit, till the latter wrote once more to the Dean (from Letcombe) in 1736 (Corresp. v. 334) recommending a Captain Scroggs to his attention, and submitting some translations of Horace. In 1734 Geree had been appointed a Canon of Hereford. He died in 1761.

[8]  Swift's poem, as first printed by Faulkner, 1735, shows a number of blanks which are easily supplied with the exception of those in l. 1 and ll. 53, 54. In the Harvard College Library is preserved a copy of Orrery's Remarks annotated by himself, MS. Eng. 218. 14. Opposite his observations on p. 48 about Sharp, Archbishop of York, Orrery has written:

[9]  'In Volume the 2d. Page 129th. Is a very severe poem, that evidently proves the violence of Swift's resentment, The two first Lines may be read thus,

[10]  By an old redhair'd, murd'ring Hag pursued,

[11]  A crazy Prelate, and a royal Prude.



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[12]  'And again in Page 131st, Line of the same Poem, The Asterisks are to be thus filled up, 'Now Madam Coningsmark her vengeance vows, On Swift's reproaches for her murdered spouse.'

[13]  The volume and page references are to Faulkner's edition. Printed editions have left the blank in l. 1, and supplied that in l. 53, if at all, with 'angry Somerset'. Orrery's reading, which may well represent Swift's intention, casts an additional slur on the Duchess.

[14]  It may be noted that in Orrery's manuscript 'Madam Coningsmark' is written above a word heavily scored out, which appears to be 'Coningsmark'.

[15]  The text of the poem is here printed from Faulkner's edition of 1735.



                            

                            

                            

                            


16          By an--- --- --- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note pursu'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          A crazy Prelate, and a Royal Prude. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          By dull Divines, who look with envious Eyes,
19          On ev'ry Genius that attempts to rise;
20          And pausing o'er a Pipe, with doubtful Nod,
21          Give Hints, that Poets ne'er believe in God.
22          So, Clowns on Scholars as on Wizards look,
23          And take a Folio for a conj'ring Book.

24             S--- had the Sin of Wit no venial Crime;
25          Nay, 'twas affirm'd, he sometimes dealt in Rhime:

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26          Humour, and Mirth, had Place in all he writ:
27          He reconcil'd Divinity and Wit.
28          He mov'd, and bow'd, and talk't with too much Grace;
29          Nor shew'd the Parson in his Gait or Face;
30          Despis'd luxurious Wines, and costly Meat;
31          Yet, still was at the Tables of the Great.
32          Frequented Lords; saw those that saw the Queen;
33          At Child's or Truby's never once had been; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
34          Where Town and Country Vicars flock in Tribes,
35          Secur'd by Numbers from the Lay-men's Gibes;
36          And deal in Vices of the graver Sort,
37          Tobacco, Censure, Coffee, Pride, and Port.

38             But, after sage Monitions from his Friends,
39          His Talents to employ for nobler Ends;
40          To better Judgments willing to submit,
41          He turns to Pol[it]icks his dang'rous Wit,

42             And now, the publick Int'rest to support,
43          By Harley S---invited comes to Court.
44          In Favour grows with Ministers of State;
45          Admitted private, when Superiors wait:
46          And, Harley, not asham'd his Choice to own,
47          Takes him to Windsor in his Coach, alone.
48          At Windsor S---no sooner can appear,
49          But, St. John comes and whispers in his Ear; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          The Waiters stand in Ranks; the Yeomen cry,
51          Make Room; as if a Duke were passing by.

52             Now Finch [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note alarms the Lords; he hears for certain,
53          This dang'rous Priest is got behind the Curtain:
54          Finch, fam'd for tedious Elocution, proves
55          That S---oils many a Spring which Harley moves.

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56          W---and Ayslaby, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to clear the Doubt,
57          Inform the Commons, that the Secret's out:
58          "A certain Doctor is observ'd of late,
59          To haunt a certain Minister of State:
60          From whence, with half an Eye we may discover,
61          The Peace is made, and Perkin must come over.
62          York is from Lambeth sent, to shew the Queen [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
63          A dang'rous Treatise [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note writ against the Spleen;
64          Which by the Style, the Matter, and the Drift,
65          'Tis thought could be the Work of none but S---
66          Poor York! the harmless Tool of others Hate;
67          He sues for Pardon, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and repents too late.

68             Now,--- --- --- her Vengeance vows [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          On S---'s Reproaches for her --- --- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
70          From her red Locks her Mouth with Venom fills:
71          And thence into the Royal Ear instills.
72          The Qu---incens'd, his Services forgot,
73          Leaves him a Victim to the vengeful Scot; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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74          Now, through the Realm a Proclamation spread,
75          To fix a Price on his devoted Head.
76          While innocent, he scorns ignoble Flight;
77          His watchful Friends preserved him by a Sleight.

78             By Harley's Favour once again he shines;
79          Is now caress't by Candidate Divines;
80          Who change Opinions with the changing Scene:
81          Lord! how were they mistaken in the Dean!
82          Now, Delawere [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note again familiar grows;
83          And, in S----t's Ear thrusts half his powder'd Nose.
84          The Scottish Nation, whom he durst offend, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
85          Again apply that S---would be their Friend. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

86             By Faction tir'd, with Grief he waits a while,
87          His great contending Friends to reconcile.
88          Performs what Friendship, Justice, Truth require:
89          What could he more, but decently retire? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: HORACE, Lib. 2. Sat. 6. Part of it imitated. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. S.]

[2]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 33 (1736, p. 146; 1742, iv. 53). Faulkner, 1735, ii. 108 (1737, ii. 86). [Ref. F.]

[3]  An Imitation of the Sixth Satire of the Second Book of Horace. Hoc erat in Votis, &c. The first Part done in the Year 1714, By Dr. Swift. The latter Part now first added, And never before Printed. London: ... B. Motte ... C. Bathurst ... J. and P. Knapton ... Mdccxxxviii. F°.

[4]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iii (2), 47.

[5]  Swift's imitation of Horace's 'Hoc erat in votis' was also written at Letcombe. Writing to Ford, 3 August, 1714, Swift informed him that he had finished the poem; and Ford in reply from London, 5 August, asked him to send it, or 'bring it up' himself; but Swift considered it 'not yet sufficiently corrected' (Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford, ed. D. Nichol Smith, pp. 44, 48, 50).

[6]  The poem, as first printed in 1727, and as reprinted in successive editions of Swift's verse, ran to 112 lines. Stella's transcript added two lines, which were not included in any edition till that of Browning, 1910, who followed a collation by Forster. They were, presumably, rejected by Swift when he was supplying Pope with copy for the Miscellanies.

[7]  The last eight lines of the poem, as printed in 1727, have been attributed to Pope, and certainly read as if an addition to the poem. As, however, they appear in Stella's transcript, and as they were left standing by Swift in his own copy of Faulkner, they may be accepted as his.

[8]  In 1738 the poem was published in folio (pp. iv+23) extended to 221 lines. In this version Latin and English face each other. The additional matter has generally been attributed to Pope, but it may be questioned whether he did not make some use of lines written by Swift. On the verso of the 1738 title (see above) appears an 'Advertisement' stating that the piece is by Swift, but in 'no way meant to interfere with the Imitations of Horace by Mr. Pope', for 'His Manner, and that of Dr. Swift are so entirely different, that they can admit of no Invidious Comparison'.

[9]  The version of 1738 follows that of 1727 for the first eight lines. Then come 20 lines, 9-28, which are new. These seem to be an addition by Swift, and not by Pope. Lord Bathurst, writing to Swift, 5 Oct., 1737 (Corresp. vi. 45), says: 'That very pretty epistle which you writ many years ago to Lord Oxford is printed incorrectly. I have a copy, of which I send you a transcript, ... you will find that you left off without going through

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with the epistle.' He then refers to the fable of the country and city mouse, which closes the poem in Pope's version, and enjoins Swift to complete his imitation. The original of this letter, which is preserved in the British Museum, is endorsed: 'Octbr. 5. 1737 | Ld Bathurst. | Answd Octr 8th | 1737.| And addition | to the Poem | of I often wished. | 20 lines added.' These lines are almost certainly 9-28, which, on this external evidence, coupled with the internal evidence of style, may be attributed to Swift. Lord Bathurst, it is clear, was sending Swift a manuscript copy of Pope's version, and, it may be surmised, at Pope's instigation, who, doubtless, was anxious to note the result. This was in October, 1737. In March, 1738 (see Griffith, Alexander Pope: A Bibliography, No. 479), Pope published the poem in its extended form, which included, as well as his own matter, twenty new lines from Swift's pen.

[10]  These twenty lines, 9-28, are followed by ll. 9-112 of the 1727 version, thus becoming, in 1738, ll. 29-132. Then follow ll. 133-221, consisting, for the most part, of the fable of the country and the city mouse, which are by Pope.

[11]  According to Pope (Spence's Anecdotes, ed. Singer, 1720, p. 257), Swift did not think the extension 'at all a right imitation of his style'.

[12]  I have printed the poem as it appeared in Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, inserting within square brackets those twenty lines of the 1738 version which I consider to be by Swift.




13          I Often [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note wish'd, that I had clear
14          For Life, six hundred Pounds a Year,
15          A handsome House to lodge a Friend,
16          A River at my Garden's End,
17          A Terras Walk, and half a Rood [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
18          Of Land set out to plant a Wood.

19             Well, now I have all this and more,
20          I ask not to increase my Store,
21          [But here a Grievance seems to lie,
22          All this is mine but till I die;
23          I can't but think 'twould sound more clever,
24          To me and to my Heirs for ever.

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25             If I ne'er got, or lost a groat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          By any Trick, or any Fault;
27          And if I pray by Reason's rules,
28          And not like forty other Fools:
29          As thus, "Vouchsafe, Oh gracious Maker!
30          To grant me this and t'other Acre:
31          Or if it be thy will and Pleasure
32          Direct my Plow to find a Treasure:"
33          But only what my Station fits,
34          And to be kept in my right wits.
35          Preserve, Almighty Providence!
36          Just what you gave me, Competence:
37          And let me in these Shades compose
38          Something in Verse as true as Prose;
39          Remov'd from all th' ambitious Scene,
40          Nor puff'd by Pride, nor sunk by Spleen.]
41          But should be [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note perfectly content,
42          Could I but [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note live on this side Trent;
43          Nor cross the Channel twice a Year,
44          To spend six Months with Statesmen here.

45             I must by all means come to Town,
46          'Tis for the Service of the Crown.
47          "Lewis; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Dean will be of Use,
48          Send for him up, take no Excuse.
49          The Toil, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Danger of the Seas;
50          Great Ministers ne'er think of these;
51          Or let it cost Five hundred Pound, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
52          No matter where the Money's found;

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53          It is but so much more in Debt,
54          And that they ne'er consider'd yet.

55             "Good Mr. Dean go change your Gown,
56          Let my Lord know you're come to Town.
57          I hurry me in haste away,
58          Not thinking it is Levee-Day;
59          And find his Honour in a Pound,
60          Hemm'd by a triple Circle round,
61          Chequer'd with Ribbons blew and green;
62          How should I thrust my self between?
63          Some Wag observes me thus perplext,
64          And smiling, whispers to the next,
65          I thought the D---n had been too proud,
66          To justle [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note here among a Crowd.
67          Another in a surly Fit,
68          Tells me I have more Zeal than Wit,
69          So eager to express your Love,
70          You ne'er consider whom you shove,
71          But rudely press before a Duke.
72          I own, I'm pleas'd with this Rebuke,
73          And take it kindly meant to show
74          What I desire the World should know.

75             I get a Whisper, and withdraw,
76          When twenty Fools I never saw [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
77          Come with Petitions fairly pen'd,
78          Desiring I would stand their Friend.

79             This, humbly offers me his Case--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
80          That, begs my Interest for a Place--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
81          A hundred other Men's Affairs
82          Like Bees, are humming in my Ears.
83          "To morrow my Appeal comes on,
84          Without your Help the Cause is gone---
85          The Duke expects my Lord and you,
86          About some great Affair, at Two---

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87          "Put my Lord Bolingbroke in Mind,
88          To get my Warrant quickly signed:
89          Consider, 'tis my first Request.---
90          Be satisfy'd, I'll do my best:---
91          Then presently he falls to teize,
92          "You may for certain, if you please;
93          I doubt not, if his Lordship knew---
94          And Mr. Dean, one Word from you--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

95             'Tis (let me see) three Years and more, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
96          (October next, it will be four)
97          Since Harley bid me first attend,
98          And chose me for an humble Friend;
99          Would take me in his Coach to chat,
100        And question [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note me of this and that;
101        As, "What's a-Clock?" And, "How's the Wind?
102        Whose Chariot's that we left behind?
103        Or gravely try to read the Lines
104        Writ underneath the Country Signs; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
105        Or, "Have you nothing new to day
106        From Pope, from Parnel, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note or from Gay?
107        Such Tattle often entertains
108        My Lord and me as far as Stains,
109        As once a week we travel down
110        To Windsor, and again to Town,
111        Where all that passes, inter nos, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
112        Might be proclaim'd at Charing-Cross. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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113           Yet some I know with Envy swell,
114        Because they see me us'd so well:
115        "How think you of our Friend the Dean?
116        I wonder what some People mean;
117        My Lord and he are grown so great,
118        Always together, tête à tête:
119        What, they [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note admire him for his Jokes---
120        See but the Fortune of some Folks!
121        There flies about a strange Report [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
122        Of some [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Express arriv'd at Court;
123        I'm stopt by all the Fools I meet,
124        And catechis'd in ev'ry Street.
125        "You, Mr. Dean frequent the Great;
126        Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
127        Or do the Prints and Papers lye?
128        Faith Sir, you know as much as I.
129        "Ah Doctor, how you love to jest? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
130        'Tis now no Secret---I protest
131        'Tis one to me.---"Then, tell us, pray
132        When are the Troops to have their Pay?
133        And, though I solemnly declare
134        I know no more than my Lord Mayor,
135        They stand amaz'd, and think me grown
136        The closest Mortal ever known.

137           Thus in a Sea of Folly tost,
138        My choicest [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Hours of Life are lost:
139        Yet always wishing to retreat;
140        Oh, could I see my Country Seat.
141        There leaning near a gentle Brook,
142        Sleep, or peruse some antient Book;
143        And there in sweet Oblivion drown
144        Those Cares that haunt the Court [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Town.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: In SICKNESS Written soon after the Author's coming to live in Ireland, upon the Queen's Death, October 1714. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 356 (1737, ii. 133).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 65 (1736, v. 65; 1745, v. 14; 1751, x. 13).

[3]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 13.

[4]  Swift left Letcombe for Ireland on 16 August, 1714, and arrived in Dublin on the 24th (Letters of Swift to Ford, ed. Nichol Smith, p. 60). He was despondent at the turn of political events, sick at heart on parting from his English friends, and assailed by lampoons. Among these squibs may be named An Hue and Cry after Dr. S---t, which appeared before he left Letcombe, A farther Hue and Cry after Dr. S---t, and Essays, Divine, Moral, and Political: ... By the Author of the Tale of a Tub. His personal prospects, further, were endangered by his association with a fallen party.

[5]  The earliest surviving letter written by Swift, after his return to Ireland, is addressed to Ford (Nichol Smith, op. cit., p. 60), and the next to Bolingbroke, 14 Sept., 1714. His subsequent letters are filled with melancholy and disappointment.

[6]  Writing to Pope, early in September, Arbuthnot mentions a letter from Swift which has been lost (Life and Works of John Arbuthnot, G. A. Aitken, p. 81). On 19 October Arbuthnot wrote to the Dean describing the general supersession of his political friends (Corresp. ii. 245). It was probably after the receipt of this letter, with Arbuthnot specially in mind, that Swift composed the lines 'In Sickness'. There is every reason to believe Faulkner's date, 'October', to be correct.

[7]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition of 1735.




8            'Tis true,---then why should I repine,
9            To see my Life so fast decline?
10          But, why obscurely here alone? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
11          Where I am neither lov'd nor known. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12          My State of Health none care to learn;
13          My Life is here no Soul's Concern.
14          And, those with whom I now converse,
15          Without a Tear will tend my Herse.

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16          Remov'd from kind Arbuthnot's Aid, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          Who knows his Art but not his Trade;
18          Preferring his Regard for me
19          Before his Credit or his Fee.
20          Some formal Visits, Looks, and Words,
21          What meer Humanity affords,
22          I meet perhaps from three or four,
23          From whom I once expected more;
24          Which those who tend the Sick for pay
25          Can act as decently as they.
26          But, no obliging, tender Friend
27          To help at my approaching End,
28          My Life is now a Burthen grown
29          To others, e'er it be my own.

30             Ye formal Weepers for the Sick,
31          In your last Offices be quick:
32          And spare my absent Friends the Grief
33          To hear, yet give me no Relief;
34          Expir'd To-day, entomb'd To-morrow,
35          When known, will save a double Sorrow.


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MISCELLANEOUS AND PERSONAL POEMS 1715-1723



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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Fable of the Bitches.
Wrote in the Year 1715, on an attempt to repeal the Test Act. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1762, x. 308; 1763, xi. 406.

[2]  Works, 1762, xiv. 184.

[3]  Works, 1764, 4to, vii (2), 170; 8vo, xiv. 290.

[4]  This poem was first attributed to Swift by Faulkner in 1762/3, and reprinted in the continuation of the London edition of the Works edited by Bowyer, and published by the trade in the same year.

[5]  Swift was throughout life bitterly opposed to relieving Catholics and Dissenters from the disabilities they suffered under the Test Act. His first pamphlet on the subject, A Letter from a Member of the House of Commons in Ireland to a Member of the House of Commons in England, was written in 1708, and included by him in his first collected Miscellanies, 1711. When, in 1732-3, a renewed attempt was made in Ireland to repeal the Test Act, the several tracts published by him show that his opinions had in no way been chastened by the passage of time. See Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, iv. 3-106. See also 'The Tale of a Nettle', p. 1084; and notes on the poem, 'On the Words---Brother Protestants, and Fellow Christians', p. 809.

[6]  'This piece', says Dr. Elrington Ball, 'seems to have been occasioned by the proceedings of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland in May and the correspondence that ensued' (Swift's Verse, pp. 150-1).

[7]  The text is printed from Faulkner's volume of 1762.




8            A Bitch that was full pregnant grown,
9            By all the Dogs and Curs in Town;
10          Finding her ripen'd Time was come,
11          Her Litter teeming from her Womb,
12          Went here and there, and ev'ry where,
13          To find an easy Place to lay-her.

14             At length to Musick's House [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she came,
15          And begg'd like one both blind and lame;
16          "My only Friend, my Dear," said she,
17          "You see 'tis meer Necessity,
18          Hath sent me to your House to whelp,
19          I'll dye, if you deny your Help.

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20             With fawning Whine, and rueful Tone,
21          With artful Sigh and feigned Groan,
22          With couchant Cringe, and flattering Tale,
23          Smooth Bawty [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note did so far prevail;
24          That Musick gave her Leave to litter,
25          But mark what follow'd,---Faith she bit her.

26             Whole Baskets full of Bits and Scraps,
27          And Broth enough to fill her Paps,
28          For well she knew her num'rus Brood,
29          For want of Milk, wou'd suck her Blood.

30             But when she thought her Pains were done,
31          And now 'twas high Time to be gone;
32          In civil Terms,--- "My Friend," says she,
33          'My House You've had on Courtesy;
34          "And now I earnestly desire,
35          That you wou'd with your Cubbs retire:
36          For shou'd you stay but one Week longer,
37          I shall be starv'd with Cold and Hunger."

38             The Guest reply'd---"My Friend, your Leave,
39          I must a little longer crave;
40          Stay till may tender Cubs and find,
41          Their Way---for now you see they're blind;
42          But when we've gather'd Strength, I swear,
43          We'll to our Barn again repair."

44             The Time pass'd on, and Musick came,
45          Her Kennel once again to claim;
46          But, Bawty, lost to Shame and Honour,
47          Set all her Cubs at once upon her;
48          Made her retire, and quit her Right,
49          And loudly cry'd---a Bite, a Bite. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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50                             The MORAL.
51             Thus did the Grecian Wooden Horse,
52          Conceal a fatal armed Force;
53          No sooner brought within the Walls,
54          But Illium's lost, and Priam falls.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To The Earl of OXFORD, Late Lord Treasurer. Sent to him when he was in the Tower, before his Tryal.
Out of HORACE. Written in the Year 1716. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 348 (1737, ii. 135).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 58 (1736, v. 58; 1745, v. 15; 1751, x. 14).

[3]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (I), 14.

[4]  George I arrived at Greenwich on the 29th of September, and was crowned at Westminster on the 31st of October, 1714. A Parliament, mainly composed of Whigs, met in March, 1715; and a committee was appointed to inquire into Jacobite intrigues. Bolingbroke and Ormonde fled the country; and, in July, Oxford was thrown into the Tower. After he had lain there nearly two years he petitioned the House of Lords, who fixed 13 June, 1717, for his trial. The Commons requested a postponement to the 24th, which was agreed; but later followed a fierce dispute on procedure between the two Houses. On 1 July Oxford was acquitted of all charges by the Upper House. On the 15th of that month he was, however, at the instigation of the Commons, expressly exluded from the King's act of grace.

[5]  On the 19th of July, 1715 (Corresp. ii. 293), Swift wrote a noble and dignified letter to Oxford in the Tower, whither he had been committed on the 9th. On the 15th of June, 1717, Erasmus Lewis wrote to inform Swift

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that Oxford's trial was fixed for 'Monday next come sennight'. He wrote again on the 18th in case the Dean should 'have any thoughts of coming over'. On the 2nd of July he wrote that 'Lord Oxford's impeachment was discharged'; and on the 9th Swift wrote to congratulate Oxford.

[6]  The poem was first printed by Faulkner in 1735, and assigned to the year 1716, a date which is presumably correct, for the tenor of the piece suggests that it was written during Oxford's long wait in the Tower, and not in immediate urgency before the trial took place.

[7]  In early editions the poem is merely stated to be 'Out of Horace'. The original parallel is Bk. III, Ode II.

[8]  The text is printed from Faulkner's 1735 edition.




9            How blest is he, who for his Country dies;
10          Since Death pursues the Coward as he flies. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
11          The Youth, in vain, would fly from Fate's Attack,
12          With trembling Knees, and Terror at his Back;
13          Though Fear should lend him Pinions like the Wind,
14          Yet swifter Fate will seize him from behind.

15             Virtue repuls't, yet knows not to repine;
16          But shall with unattainted Honour shine;
17          Nor stoops to take the Staff, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note nor lays it down,
18          Just as the Rabble please to smile or frown.

19             Virtue, to crown her Fav'rites, loves to try
20          Some new unbeaten Passage to the Sky;
21          Where Jove a Seat among the Gods will give
22          To those who die, for meriting to live.

23             Next, faithful Silence hath a sure Reward:
24          Within our Breast be ev'ry Secret barr'd:
25          He who betrays his Friend, shall never be
26          Under one Roof, or in one Ship with me.
27          For, who with Traytors would his Safety trust,
28          Lest with the Wicked, Heaven involve the Just?
29          And, though the Villain 'scape a while, he feels
30          Slow Vengeance, like a Blood-hound at his Heels.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Ad Amicum Eruditum THOMAM SHERIDAN. Scripsit Oct. Ann. Dom. 1717. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Whimsical Medley, iii. 354.

[2]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 475 (1737, ii. 387).

[3]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 153 (1736, v. 153; 1745, v. 16).

[4]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (I), 15.

[5]  Essay on the Earlier Part of the Life of Swift, Barrett, 1808, p. 155.

[6]  Works, ed. Scott, 1814, x. 572.

[7]  This epistle was first printed by Faulkner in 1735. According to Orrery, Remarks, 1752, p. 130, Swift took special pride in these Latin verses (see below, p. 316, notes on 'Carberiæ Rupes').

[8]  The poem was transcribed, from a manuscript copy, into The Whimsical Medley, together with a jesting introductory letter in English:


'To Mr. Tho: Sheridan

[9]  Revd: and learned Sr.,

[10]  I am Teacher of English for a want of a better to a poor Charity School in the lower end of St. Thomas Street, but in my time I have been a Virgilian, tho' I am now forc'd to teach English wch. I understood less than my own Native Language, or even than Latin it self; therefore I made bold to send yu the inclosed, the Fruit of My Muse, in hopes it may qualify me for the honnour of being one of your most inferior Ushers, if you will Vouchsafe to send me an Answer, direct it to me next door but one to the Harrow, on the left hand in Crocker's Lane.


[11]  I am yrs.

[12]  Revd. Sr. to Command,

[13]  Pat: Reyly.


[14]  Scribimus indocti doctique poemata passim. Horat:'

[15]  Barrett, in his Essay, 1808, printed this letter, together with other trifles which passed between Sheridan and Swift, taken from The Whimsical Medley. In consequence some modern editors have, most inappropriately, included Swift's Latin epistle among the 'Trifles'. These verses were far otherwise regarded by him.

[16]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition of the Poetical Works, 1735.




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17          DeliciÆ Sheridan [Footnote: 4Kb] Open Note Musarum, dulcis amice,
18          Sic tibi propitius Permessi ad flumen Apollo
19          Occurrat, seu te mimum convivia rident;
20          Æquivocosve sales spargis, seu ludere versu
21          Malles; dic, Sheridan, quisnam fuit ille Deorum,

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22          Quæ melior natura orto tibi tradidit artem
23          Rimandi genium puerorum, atq; ima cerebri
24          Scrutandi? Tibi nascenti ad cunabula Pallas
25          Astitit; & dixit, mentis præsaga futuræ,
26          Heu puer infelix! nostro sub sydere natus;
27          Nam tu pectus eris sine corpore, corporis umbra;
28          Sed levitate umbram superabis, voce cicadam:
29          Musca femur, palmas tibi Mus dedit, ardea [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note crura.
30          Corpore sed tenui tibi quod natura negavit;
31          Hoc animi dotes supplebunt; teq; docente,
32          Nec longum Tempus, surget tibi docta juventus,
33          Artibus egregiis animas instructa novellas.
34          Grex hinc Poeonius venit, ecce, salutifer orbi. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
35          Ast, illi causas orant; his insula visa est
36          Divinam capiti nodo constringere mitram.

37             Natalis te horæ non fallunt signa; sed usq;
38          Conscius, expedias puero seu lætus Apollo
39          Nascenti arrisit; sive illum frigidus horror
40          Saturni premit, aut septem inflavere triones.

41             Quin tu altè penitusq; latentia semina cernis,
42          Quæq; diu obtundendo olim sub luminis auras
43          Erumpent, promis; quo ritu saepè puella
44          Sub cinere hesterno sopitos suscitat ignes.

45             Te Dominum agnoscit quocunq; sub aere natus;
46          Quos indulgentis nimium custodia matris
47          Pessundat: Nam sæpè vides in stipite matrem.

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48          Aureus at ramus venerandæ dona Sibyllæ,
49          Æneæ sedes tantùm patefecit Avernas:
50          Sæpè puer, tua quem tetigit semel aurea virga,
51          Coelumq; terrasq; videt, noctemq; profundam.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: To Mr. DELANY. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Swift's autograph: Forster Library, South Kensington (541).

[2]  Works, ed. Deane Swift, 1765, 4to, viii (2), 170; 8vo, xvi. 285. [Ref. 1765.]

[3]  Faulkner, 1765, xiii. 297.

[4]  Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 152.

[5]  In the Forster Library, South Kensington, is preserved a letter from Swift to Delany, accompanying a copy of these verses neatly written in the Dean's hand. The letter is dated 'Novbr. 10th. 1718|9 in the morning.', and the four pages of verses, on one folded sheet, are dated, at the foot of the last page, 'Octbr. 10th. 1718/9 in the morning.' For the letter see Corresp. iii. 18.

[6]  Swift had not long been acquainted with Sheridan (for whom see p. 212 n.) when a piece of badinage by that irrepressible jester wounded his feelings. In The History of the Second Solomon, stated by Deane Swift to have been written in 1729, Swift says: 'In three months' time Solomon, without the least provocation, writ a long poem, describing that person's muse to be dead, and making a funeral solemnity with asses, owls, &c., and gave the copy among all his acquaintance.' The letter accompanying Swift's lines requests Delany to regard the poem as confidential, 'else I may be thought a Man who will not take a Jest'. Swift also suggested that Sheridan should receive a hint that he had transgressed 'all the Rules of Raillery'.

[7]  Delany (Observations, 1754, pp. 17, 18) quotes ll. 1, 2, 5-8, from memory, and not quite accurately, stating they were the only lines he remembered, and that he was 'assured, the person they were address'd to, burnt the original in a fit of mortification: and kept no copy'. This implies that the original manuscript, or a copy, reached Sheridan. In Delany's opinion the verses were among the 'genteelest' ever written by Swift.

[8]  Swift's acquaintance with Delany appears to have begun no earlier than the year in which this poem was written. Patrick Delany was, at the time, a Junior Fellow of Trinity College, Dublin. He enjoyed a reputation both as a scholar and a preacher. Lord Carteret, when Lord Lieutenant, held him in esteem, and, in 1727, made him Chancellor of Christ Church Cathedral. In addition he received the College living

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of Derryvullen. But his tastes were extravagant, and in 1729 he addressed a rhyming epistle to Carteret soliciting further preferment, for which he was ridiculed by Swift and Sheridan (see pp. 470 ff.). In 1730 he was appointed Chancellor of St. Patrick's, and in 1744 Dean of Down. His Observations upon Lord Orrery's Remarks (1754) was a defence of Swift. He died in 1768. See Ball's Hist. of County Dublin, Part vi, 129 ff.

[9]  The text is printed from Swift's holograph. Deane Swift evidently used a revised copy.


[Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
10          To You, whose Virtues I must own
11          With shame, I have too lately known;
12          To you, by Art an Nature taught
13          To be the Man I long have sought,
14          Had not ill Fate, perverse and blind, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          Plac'd you in Life too far behind;
16          Or what I should repine at more,
17          Plac'd me in Life too far before;
18          To you the Muse this Verse bestows,
19          Which might as well have been in Prose;
20          No Thought, no Fancy, no Sublime,
21          But simple Topicks told in Rime.
22             Three Gifts [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note for Conversation fit
23          Are Humor, Raillery and [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Witt:
24          The last, as boundless as the Wind;
25          Is well conceiv'd thô not defin'd;
26          For, sure, by Wit is onely [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note meant
27          Applying what we first [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Invent:
28          What Humor is, not all the Tribe
29          Of Logick-mongers can describe;
30          Here, onely Nature [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note acts her Part,
31          Unhelpt by Practice, Books, or Art.
32          For Wit and Humor differ quite,
33          That gives Surprise, and this Delight:

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34          Humor is odd, grotesque, and wild,
35          Onely by Affectation spoild,
36          Tis never by Invention got,
37          Men have it when they know it not.
38             Our Conversation to refine
39          True Humor must with Wit [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note combine:
40          From both, we learn to Railly well;
41          Wherein French Writers most [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note excell:
42          [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Voiture [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in various Lights displays
43          That Irony which turns to Praise,
44          His Genius first found out the Rule
45          For an obliging Ridicule:
46          He flatters with peculiar Air
47          The Brave, the Witty, and the Fair;
48          And Fools would fancy he intends
49          A Satyr where he most commends.
50          But as a poor pretending Beau
51          Because he fain would make a Show,
52          Nor can afford to buy gold [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Lace,
53          Takes up with Copper in the Place;
54          So, the pert Dunces of Mankind
55          Whene're [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note they would be thought refin'd,
56          Because the Diff'rence lyes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note abstruse
57          'Twixt Raillery and gross Abuse,
58          To show their Parts, will scold and rail,
59          Like Porters o'er a Pot of Ale.
60             Such is that [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Clan of boist'rous Bears [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
61          Always together by the Ears;
62          Shrewd Fellows, and arch Wags, a Tribe
63          That meet for nothing but to gibe;

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64          Who first Run one another down,
65          And then fall foul on all the Town;
66          Skilld in the Horse-laugh and dry Rub,
67          And calld by Excellence, the Club:
68          I mean your Butler, Dawson, Car, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          All special Friends, and allways jarr.
70             The mettled and the vicious Steed
71          Do not more differ [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in their Breed,
72          Nay, Voiture is as like Tom Lee, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          As Rudeness is to Repartee.
74              [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note If what you said, I wish unspoke,
75          'Twill not suffice, it was a Joke.
76          Reproach not tho in jest, a Friend
77          For those Defects he cannot mend;
78          His Lineage, Calling, Shape or Sense [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
79          If nam'd with Scorn, gives just Offence.
80             What Use in Life, to make Men frett? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
81          Part in worse humor than they met?
82          Thus all Society is lost,
83          Men laugh at one another's Cost;
84          And half the Company is teazd
85          That came together to be pleasd:
86          For all Buffoons have most in View
87          To please themselves by vexing You [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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88          When Jests are carryd on too far,
89          And the loud Laugh proclaims [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the War;
90          You keep Your Countenance for shame
91          Yet still you think your Friend to blame.
92          And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note thô men cry, they love a Jest,
93          Tis but when others stand the Test,
94          For would you have their Meaning known?
95          They love a Jest---when [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note 'tis their own.
96              [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note You wonder now to see me write
97          So gravely, where the Subject's light. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
98          Some part of what I here design
99          Regards a Friend [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of yours and mine,
100        Who full of Humor, Fire and Wit, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
101        Not allways [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note judges what is fit;
102        But loves to take prodigious Rounds, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
103        And sometimes walks beyond his Bounds.
104        You must, although the Point the nice, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
105        Venture to give him some [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Advice.
106        Few Hints [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note from you will set him right,
107        And teach him how to be polite.
108        Let [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note him, like you, observe with Care [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
109        Whom to be hard on, whom to spare:
110        Nor indiscreetly [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to suppose
111        All Subjects like Dan Jackson's Nose. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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112        To study the obliging Jest,
113        By reading those who teach it best.
114        For Prose, I recommend Voiture's,
115        For Verse, (I speak my Judgment) Yours:
116        He'll find the Secret out from thence
117        To Rime all day without Offence;
118        And I no more shall then Accuse
119        The Flirts of his ill-mannerd Muse.
120           If he be Guilty, you must mend him,
121        If he be innocent, defend him.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A quiet Life, and a good Name To &c. Writ A.D. 1719 [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey.

[2]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 349 (1737, ii. 178). [Ref. F.]

[3]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 59 (1736, v. 59; 1745, v. 62). [Ref. 1735, &c.]

[4]  The Muse in Good Humour: Or, A Collection of Comic Tales, ... Printed for F. Noble, ... 1751, 6th edn., p. 171.

[5]  Stella's transcript is the earliest form in which this poem has been preserved. Whether she was copying from a printed sheet or manuscript, she did not give that part of the title which is supplied by Faulkner: 'To a Friend, who married a Shrew.' Stella assigned the piece to 1719. Faulkner says vaguely: 'Written about the Year 1724.' Stella's date may be accepted with a doubt.

[6]  Although the details are not wholly relevant matter of fact, it is possible that Swift had Sheridan and his wife in mind. See pp. 954-5.

[7]  The poem is printed from Stella's transcript.



8            Nell scolded in so loud a Din [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
9            That Will durst hardly venture in;
10          He mark't the Conjugall Dispute,
11          Nell roar'd incessant, Dick sate mute:

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12          But when He saw his Friend appear
13          Cry'd bravely, Patience, good my Dear.
14          At sight of Will she bawl'd no more,
15          But hurry'd out, and clapp't the Dore.
16             Why Dick! the Devil's in thy Nell [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          Quoth Will; thy House is worse than Hell:
18          Why, what a Peal the Jade has rung, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          Damm her, why don't you Slit her Tongue?
20          For nothing else will make it cease,---
21          Dear Will, I suffer this for Peace;
22          I never quarrell with my Wife,
23          I bear it for a quiet Life [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24          Scripture you know exhorts us to it,
25          Bids us to seek Peace and ensue it.
26             Will went again to visit Dick [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          And entring in the very nick,
28          He saw Virago Nell belabor
29          With Dick's own Staff his Peacefull Neighbor,
30          Poor Will, who needs must interpose,
31          Receiv'd a brace or two of Blows.
32             But now, to make my Story Short
33          Will drew out Dick to take a Quart,
34          Why Dick, thy Wife has dev'lish Whims:
35          Ods buds, why don't you break hger Limbs: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
36          If she were Mine,and had such Tricks,
37          I'd teach her how to handle Sticks:
38          Z---ds I would ship her for Jamaica
39          And truck the Carrion for Tobacca, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
40          I'd send her far enough away---
41          Dear Will, but, what would People say?
42          Lord! I should get so ill a Name,
43          The Neighbors round would cry out Shame.
44             Dick suffer'd for his Peace and Credit,
45          But who believ'd him when he said it: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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46          Can he who makes himself a Slave
47          Consult his Peace, or Credit save?
48          Dick found it by his ill Success
49          His Quiet small, his Credit less;
50          Nell serv'd him at the usu'll Rate
51          She stun'd, and then she broke his Pate.
52          And what he thought the hardest Case,
53          The Parish jear'd him to his Face:
54          Those Men who wore the Breeches least
55          Call'd him a Cuckold, Fool, and Beast,
56          At home, he was pursu'd with Noise,
57          Abroad, was pester'd by the Boys,
58          Within, his wife would break his Bones,
59          Without, they pelted him with Stones,
60          The Prentices procur'd a Riding
61          To act his Patience, and her chiding.
62             False Patience, and mistaken Pride!
63          There are ten thousand Dicks beside;
64          Slaves to their Quiet and good Name,
65          Are us'd like Dick, and bear the Blame.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: PHILLIS, Or, the Progress of Love.
Written A.D. 1719. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript by Stella: Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey.

[2]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 236 (1731, p. 287; 1733, p. 287; 1736, p. 267; 1742, iv. 183; 1751, vii. 167).

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 120 (1737, ii. 96). [Ref. F.]

[4]  The Muse in Good Humour. Or, a Collection of Comic Tales, ... Printed for J. Noble, ... 1744. p. 18.

[5]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iii (2), 158.

[6]  This and the following two poems are related in title, conception, and, apparently, in date. The first two were included in Stella's volume of transcripts; all three first appeared in print in the Miscellanies of 1727. As

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between Stella and the printed text the variants are few and unimportant in the 'Progress of Love'; but five of Stella's stanzas in the 'Progress of Beauty' were omitted in the printed version. It is clear that these stanzas belonged to the original draft. An omission, in the latter poem, between lines 60 and 61 of the printed version is evident, and Stalla's stanza supplies it. These stanzas were either deleted by Swift, or possibly by Pope as editor of the Miscellanies.

[7]  No date of composition is given for these three poems in the Miscellanies, 1727. Stella assigns both the 'Progress of Love' and the 'Progress of Beauty' to 1719. All three probably belong to 1719-20. Faulkner gives 1716 for the 'Progress of Love', but this is almost certainly wrong, and, possibly, only a printer's error.

[8]  This and the following poem are printed from Stella's transcripts. Swift made one annotation to the 'Progress of Love', l. 35, in his copy of the Miscellanies.

[9]  Stella spells 'Phillis', the printed version 'Phyllis' throughout.



10          Desponding Phillis was endu'd
11          With ev'ry Talent of a Prude,
12          She trembled when a Man drew near;
13          Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear:
14          If o'er against her you were plac't
15          She durst not look above your Wast;
16          She'd rather take you to her Bed
17          Than let you see her dress her Head;
18          In Church you heard [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note her thrô the Crowd
19          Repeat the Absolution loud;
20          In Church, secure behind her Fan
21          She durst behold that Monster, Man:
22          There practic'd how to place her Head,
23          And bit her Lips to make them red:
24          Or on the Matt devoutly kneeling
25          Would lift her Eyes up to the Ceeling,
26          And heave her Bosom unaware
27          For neighb'ring Beaux to see it bare.
28             At length a lucky Lover came, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          And found Admittance from [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Dame.
30          Suppose all Partyes now agreed,
31          The Writings drawn, the Lawyer fee'd,

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32          The Vicar and the Ring bespoke:
33          Guess how could such a Match be broke. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
34          See then what Mortals place their Bliss in!
35          Next morn betimes the Bride was missing,
36          The Mother scream'd, the Father chid,
37          Where can this idle Wench be hid?
38          No news of Phil. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note The Bridegroom came,
39          And thought his Bride had sculk't for shame,
40          Because her Father us'd to say
41          The Girl had such a Bashfull way.
42             Now, John the Butler must be sent
43          To learn the Way [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that Phillis went;
44          The Groom was wisht to saddle Crop, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          For John must neither light nor [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note stop;
46          But find her where so'er she fled,
47          And bring her back, alive or dead.
48          See here again the Dev'l to do; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
49          For truly John was missing too:
50          The Horse and Pillion both were gone
51          Phillis, it seems, was fled with John.
52          Old Madam who went up to find [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
53          What Papers Phil had left behind,
54          A Letter on the Toylet sees
55          To my much honor'd Father; These:
56          ('Tis always done, Romances tell us,
57          When Daughters run away with Fellows)
58          Fill'd with the choicest common-places,
59          By others us'd in the like Cases. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60          That, long ago a Fortune-teller [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
61          Exactly said what now befell her,

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62          And in a Glass had made her see
63          A serving-Man of low Degree:
64          It was her Fate; must be forgiven;
65          For Marriages are [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note made in Heaven:
66          His Pardon begg'd, but to be plain,
67          She'd do't if 'twere to do again.
68          Thank God, 'twas neither Shame nor Sin,
69          For John was come of honest Kin:
70          Love never thinks of Rich and Poor,
71          She'd beg with John from Door to Door:
72          Forgive her, if it be a Crime,
73          She'll never do't another Time,
74          She ne'r before in all her Life
75          Once disobey'd him, Maid nor Wife.
76          One Argument she summ'd up all in,
77          The Thing was done and past recalling:
78          And therefore hop'd she would [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note recover
79          His Favor, when his Passion's over.
80          She valued not what others thought her;
81          And was---His most obedient Daughter. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
82             Fair Maidens all attend the Muse
83          Who now the wandring Pair pursues:
84          Away they rode in homely Sort
85          Their Journy long, their Money short;
86          The loving Couple well bemir'd,
87          The Horse and both the Riders tir'd:
88          Their Vittells bad, their Lodging worse,
89          Phil cry'd, and John began to curse;
90          Phil wish't, that she had strained a Limb
91          When first she ventur'd out with him.
92          John wish't, that he had broke a Leg
93          When first for her he quitted Peg.
94             But what Adventures more befell 'um [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
95          The Muse has now not [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note time to tell 'um. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
96          How Jonny wheadled, threatned, fawnd,
97          Till Phillis all her Trinkets pawn'd:

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98          How oft she broke her marriage Vows
99          In kindness to maintain her Spouse;
100        Till Swains unwholsome spoyld the Trade,
101        For now the Surgeon [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note must be paid;
102        To whom those Perquisites are gone
103        In Christian Justice due to John.
104           When Food and Rayment now grew scarce
105        Fate put a Period to the Farce;
106        And with exact Poetick Justice:
107        For John is Landlord, Phillis Hostess;
108        They keep at Stains the old blue Boar, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
109        Are Cat and Dog, and Rogue and Whore.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE PROGRESS of BEAUTY Written A D: 1719 [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript by Stella: Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey.

[2]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 247 (1731, p. 293; 1733, p. 293; 1736, p. 273; 1742, iv. 188; 1751, vii. 172).

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 131 (1737, ii. 105). [Ref. F.]

[4]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iii (2), 163.

[5]  See notes to the preceding poem. Faulkner gives 1720 as the date of this poem.

[6]  It is possible that Swift adopted his title from the well-known poem by George Granville, Lord Lansdown, which first appeared in Charles Gildon's New Miscellany of Original Poems, 1701.

[7]  The text is printed from Stella's transcript. In Swift's copy of Faulkner, vol. ii, 1737, three printer's errors, l. 2, 'Streams', l. 84 (100) omission of 'but', l. 93 (109) 'moves', are corrected. These slips do not appear in the 1735 edition.




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8               When first Diana leaves her Bed
9            Vapors and Steams her Looks disgrace,
10          A frouzy dirty colour'd red
11          Sits on her cloudy wrinckled Face.

12             But by degrees when mounted high
13          Her artificiall Face appears
14          Down from her Window in the Sky,
15          Her Spots are gone, her Visage clears.

16             'Twixt earthly Femals and the Moon
17          All Parallells exactly run;
18          If Celia should appear too soon
19          Alas, the Nymph would be undone.

20             To see her from her Pillow rise
21          All reeking in a cloudy Steam,
22          Crackt Lips, foul Teeth, and gummy Eyes,
23          Poor Strephon, how would he blaspheme!

24             The Soot or Powder which was wont [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          To make her Hair look black as Jet,
26          Falls from her Tresses on her Front
27          A mingled Mass of Dirt and Sweat. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

28             Three Colours, Black, and Red, and White,
29          So gracefull in their proper Place,
30          Remove them to a diff'rent Light [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
31          They form a frightfull hideous Face,

32             For instance; when the Lilly slipps [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
33          Into the Precincts of the Rose,
34          And takes Possession of the Lips,
35          Leaving the Purple to the Nose.

36             So Celia went entire to bed,
37          All her Complexions safe and sound,
38          But when she rose, the black and red [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
39          Though still in Sight, had chang'd their Ground.

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40             The Black, which would not be confin'd
41          A more inferior Station seeks
42          Leaving the fiery red behind,
43          And mingles in her muddy Cheeks.

44             The Paint by Perspiration cracks, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          And falls in Rivulets of Sweat,
46          On either Side you see the Tracks,
47          While at her Chin the Conflu'ents met.

48             A Skillfull Houswife thus her Thumb
49          With Spittle while shw spins, anoints,
50          And thus the brown Meanders come
51          In trickling Streams betwixt her Joynts. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

52             But Celia can with ease reduce
53          By help of Pencil, Paint and Brush
54          Each Colour to it's Place and Use,
55          And teach her Cheeks again to blush.

56             She knows her Early self no more,
57          But fill'd with Admiration, stands,
58          As Other Painters oft adore
59          The Workmanship of their own Hands. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

60             Thus after four important Hours
61          Celia's the Wonder of her Sex;
62          Say, which among the Heav'nly Pow'rs
63          Could cause such wonderfull Effects. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

64             Venus, indulgent to her Kind
65          Gave Women all their Hearts could wish
66          When first she taught them where to find
67          White Lead, and Lusitanian Dish.

68             Love with White lead cements his Wings,
69          White lead was sent us to repair
70          Two birghtest, brittlest earthly Things
71          A Lady's Face, and China ware.

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72             She ventures now to lift the Sash,
73          The Window is her proper Sphear;
74          Ah Lovely Nymph be not too rash,
75          Nor let the Beaux approach too near.

76             Take Pattern by your Sister Star,
77          Delude at once and Bless our Sight,
78          When your are seen, be seen from far,
79          And chiefly chuse to shine by Night.

80             In the Pell-mell when passing by,
81          Keep up the Glasses of your Chair,
82          Then each tramsported Fop will cry,
83          G---d d---m me Jack, she's wondrous fair. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

84             But, Art no longer can prevayl
85          When the Materialls all are gone,
86          The best Mechanick Hand must fayl
87          Where Nothing's left to work upon.

88             Matter, as wise Logicians say,
89          Cannot without a Form subsist,
90          And Form, say I, as well as They,
91          Must fayl if Matter brings no Grist.

92             And this is fair Diana's Case
93          For, all Astrologers maintain
94          Each Night a Bit drops off her Face
95          When Mortals say she's in her Wain.

96             While Partridge [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note wisely shews the Cause
97          Efficient of the Moon's Decay,
98          That Cancer with his pois'nous Claws
99          Attacks her in the milky Way:

100           But Gadbury [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in Art profound
101        From her pale Cheeks pretends to show
102        That Swain Endymion is not sound,
103        Or else, that Mercury's her Foe.

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104           But, let the Cause be what it will,
105        In half a Month she looks so thin
106        That Flamstead [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note can with all his Skill
107        See but her Forehead and her Chin.

108           Yet as she wasts, she grows discreet,
109        Till Midnight never shows her Head;
110        So rotting Celia stroles the Street
111        When sober Folks are all a-bed.

112           For sure if this be Luna's Fate,
113        Poor Celia, but of mortall Race
114        In vain expects a longer Date
115        To the Materialls of Her Face.

116           When Mercury her Tresses mows
117        To think of Oyl and Soot, is vain, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
118        No Painting can restore a Nose,
119        Nor will her Teeth return again

120           Two Balls of Glass may serve for Eyes,
121        White Lead can Plaister up a Cleft,
122        But these alas, are poor Supplyes
123        If neither Cheeks, nor Lips be left. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

124           Ye Pow'rs who over Love preside,
125        Since mortal Beautyes drop so soon,
126        If you would have us well supply'd,
127        Send us new Nymphs with each new Moon.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE PROGRESS OF POETRY. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 243 (1731, p. 291; 1733, p. 291; 1736, p. 271; 1742, iv. 187; 1751, vii. 170).

[2]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 129 (1737, ii. 103).

[3]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iii (2), 161.

[4]  Faulkner is the only authority for the date of this poem. In his 1735 edition he gives it as, 'Written in the Year 1720'. In his 1737 edition the word 'in' is altered to 'about'; but in 1744 he returned to 'in'.

[5]  The text is printed from the Miscellanies of 1727.




6            The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble,
7            Has fed wihout Restraint, or Trouble;
8            Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still,
9            Can scarce get o'er the Barn-Door Sill:
10          And hardly waddles forth, to cool
11          Her Belly in the neighb'ring Pool:
12          Nor loudly cackles at the Door;
13          For Cackling shews the Goose is poor.

14             But when she must be turn'd to graze,
15          And round the barren Common strays,
16          Hard Exercise, and harder Fare
17          Soom make my Dame grow lank and spare:
18          Her Body light, she tries her Wings,
19          And scorns the Ground, and upward springs,
20          While all the Parish, as she flies,
21          Hear Sounds harmonious from the Skies.

22             Such is the Poet, fresh in Pay,
23          (The third Night's Profits of his Play;)

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24          His Morning-Draughts 'till Noon can swill,
25          Among his Brethren of the Quill:
26          With good Roast Beef his Belly full,
27          Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull:
28          Deep sunk in Plenty, and Delight,
29          What Poet e'er could take his Flight?
30          Or stuff'd with Phlegm up to the Throat,
31          What Poet e'er could sing a Note?
32          Nor Pegasus could bear the Load,
33          Along the high celestial Road;
34          The Steed, oppress'd, would break his Girth,
35          To raise the Lumber from the Earth.

36             But, view him in another Scene,
37          When all his Drink is Hippocrene,
38          His Money spent, his Patrons fail,
39          His Credit out for Cheese and Ale;
40          His Two-Year's Coat so smooth and bare,
41          Through ev'ry Thread it lets in Air;
42          With hungry Meals his Body pin'd,
43          His Guts and Belly full of Wind;
44          And, like a Jockey for a Race,
45          His Flesh brought down to Flying-Case:
46          Now his exalted Spirit loaths
47          Incumbrances of Food and Cloaths;
48          And up he rises like a Vapour,
49          Supported high on Wings of Paper;
50          He singing flies, and flying sings,
51          While from below all Grub-street rings.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: AN ELEGY On the much lamented Death of Mr. Demar, the Famous rich Man, who died the 6th of this Inst. July, 1720. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  An Elegy On the much lamented Death of Mr. Demar, the Famous rich Man, who died the 6th of this Inst. July, 1720. Fo. Broadside.

[2]  An Elegy ... Mr. Joseph Demar, ... who died in Dublin ... Fo. Broadside.

[3]  Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer, Saty., July 23, 1720. [Ref. Weekly Journal.]

[4]  A Defence of English Commodities ... To which is Annexed, An Elegy upon the much lamented Death of Mr. Demar, ... Printed at Dublin: And Reprinted at London, by J. Roberts in Warwick-Lane. MDCCXX. p. 25. [Ref. 1720.]

[5]  Pinkethman's Jests: Or, Wit Refined. ... London: ... 1721,, 2nd part, p. 121.

[6]  Miscellanies, written by Jonathan Swift, D.D. ... The fourth Edition.

[7]  London: Printed in the Year M.DCC.XXII. (Curll.) p.194.

[8]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, p. 286 (1731, p. 318; 1733, p. 318). Epitph only.

[9]  Gulliveriana, 1728, p. 82. [Ref. Gull.]

[10]  The Drapier's Miscellany. ... Dublin: Printed by and for James Hoey, ... 1733. p. 26 (30). [Ref. 1733.]

[11]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 137 (1737, ii. 109). [Ref. F.]

[12]  A Collection of Poems, &c. Omitted in the Fifth Volume of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. London: ... Charles Davis, ... MDCCXXXV. p. 433. [Ref. 1735.]

[13]  There are two broadside editions of this piece, both probably printed in Dublin. They are modelled on the pattern of the ordinary broadside elegies of the day. At the foot of the 'Elegy' is a mourning rule, and below appears 'The Epitaph'. A heavy mourning border surrounds the whole. No place, date, or printer.

[14]  Within the same month, July, 1720, the poem was reprinted in the London Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer; and in the same year in A Defence of English Commodities as 'By the Author of the Art of Punning'. In the Pope and Swift Miscellanies the Epitaph only appears. Faulkner prints the

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two; and the supplement to the Fifth Volume of Miscellanies, 1735, prints both. In the Bathurst editions of Swift's Works the 'Elegy' and the 'Epitaph' commonly appear in separate volumes.

[15]  The following note appears in Scott's edition, 1814, xiv. 120: 'My late regretted friend, Mr. Cooper Walker, favoured me with the following notices concerning this elegy: "The subject was John Demar, a great merchant in Dublin, who died 6th July, 1720. Swift, with some of his usual party, happened to be in Mr. Sheridan's, in Capel Street, when the news of Demar's death was brought to them; and the elegy was the joint composition of the company".' As John Cooper Walker was not born till 1761 the story can be accepted only with reserve. It is not improbable, however, that Swift was only in part responsible for the poem. The Pope and Swift Miscellanies of 1727 print the Epitaph only. Delany, Observations, 1754, p. 53, says: 'The writing an elegy upon Demar, was a subject started, and partly executed in company, Swift, and Stella, and a few friends present. Every one threw in their hint, and Stella added her's as follows.' He then quotes ll. 31-4. Hawkesworth repeated this statement in his Life of Swift (1755, 4to, i. 42). It is not unlikely, judging by style, that the 'Elegy' may have been a piece of patchwork; and the 'Epitaph' is most suggestive of Swift's manner. Of Stella's part in the poem Scott (i. 271) observes, 'if she really wrote the last verse in the epitaph on Demar the usurer, she wrote by far the best lines in the poem'. He was evidently labouring under a mistake about the lines attributed to her.

[16]  The correspondent who forwarded the 'Elegy' to The Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer professed to have known 'Deamur' for 'upward of 50 Years'. He gives him a high character for kindliness and generosity. 'I look upon his Death to be one of the greatest Losses Ireland cou'd labour under, ... The Death of Mr. Demur [sic] produc'd the following Elegy, written by the Celebrated Author of the Art of Punning.'

[17]  Joseph Damer, or Demar, was born in England in 1630, and served with the Parliamentary forces as a commander of horse. At the restoration he deemed it safer to retire to France; and, later, selling some of his English property, bought land in Ireland. He set up as a usurer in Dublin, with his offices at the London Tavern. He died, unmarried, at the age of ninety. See Gilbert's Hist. of the City of Dublin, i. 65-7.

[18]  The text is here printed from one of the broadside editions. The words 'This Inst.' are generally omitted from the title in later editions.




19          Know all Men by these Presents, Death the Tamer
20          By Mortgage hath secur'd the Corps of Demar; [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
21          Nor can four hundred thousand sterling Pound
22          Redeem him from his Prison under Ground.
23          His Heirs might well of all his Wealth possest,
24          Bestow to bury him one Iron Chest.

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25          Pluto the god of Wealth, will joy to know
26          His faithful Steward, in the Shades below.
27          He walk'd the Streets, and wore a Thread-bare Cloak;
28          He Din'd and Sup'd at Charge of other Folk,
29          And by his Looks, had he held out his Palms,
30          He might be thought an Object fit for Alms.
31          So to the Poor if he refus'd his Pelf,
32          He us'd 'em full as kindly as himself.
33             Where'er he went he never saw his Betters, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
34          Lords, Knights and Squires were all his humble Debtors.
35          And under Hand and Seal the Irish Nation
36          Were forc'd to own to him their Obligation.
37             He that cou'd once have half a Kingdom bought,
38          In half a Minute is not worth one Groat; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
39          His Coffers from the Coffin could not save,
40          Nor all his Int'rest keep him from the Grave.
41          A golden Monument would not be Right,
42          Because we wish the Earth upon him Light,
43             Oh London Tavern! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Thou hast lost a Friend,
44          Tho' in thy Walls he ne'er did Farthing spend,
45          He touch'd the Pence when others touch'd the Pot;
46          The Hand that sign'd the Mortgage paid the Shot. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
47             Old as he was, no vulgar known Disease
48          On him could ever boast a Pow'r to seize;
49          But as his Gold he weigh'd, grim Death in spight,
50          Cast in his Dart Which made three Moydores [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Light.

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51          And as he saw his darling Money fail,
52          Blew his last Breath to sink the lighter Scale.
53             He who so long was Currant 'twould be strange
54          If he shou'd now be cry'd down since his Change
55             The Sexton shall green Sods on thee bestow.
56          Alas the Sexton is thy Banker now!
57          A dismal Banker must that Banker be,
58          Who gives no Bills, but of Mortality.

The EPITAPH.



59          Beneath this verdant Hillock lies
60          Demar the Wealthy, and the Wise.
61          His Heirs for Winding-Sheet bestow'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          His Money-Bags together sow'd. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
63          And that he might securely Rest, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
64          Have put his Carcass in a Chest.
65          The very Chest, in which they say [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
66          His other Self, his Money lay.
67          And if his Heirs continue kind,
68          To that dear Self he left behind;
69          I dare believe that Four in Five
70          Will think his better Half [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note alive.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: AN Excellent new SONG on a seditious Pamphlet. To the Tune of Packington's Pound. Written in the Year 1720. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 358 (1737, ii. 126).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 67 (1736, v. 67; 1745, v. 36; 1751; x. 33).

[3]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1) 29.

[4]  Swift's Proposal for the Universal Use of Irish Manufacture (Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, vii. 11) appeared in April, or May, of 1720. The result was an outcry upon what was characterized as a seditious pamphlet. Edward Waters, the printer, was prosecuted. The jury returned a verdict of not guilty. Lord Chief Justice Whitshed refused to accept this verdict, sent the jury back nine times, and kept them eleven hours. In August, 1721, the Duke of Grafton arrived in Dublin as Lord Lieutenant; and the matter ended in the grant of a noli prosequi. For Swift's account of this affair see his letter to Sir Thomas Hanmer, 1 Oct., 1720 (Corresp. iii. 64), his letter to Pope, 10 Jany., 1722 (Corresp. iii. 115), and his Proposal that all the Ladies and Women of Ireland should appear constantly in Irish Manufactures (Prose Works, vii. 193).

[5]  William Whitshed had been appointed Chief Justice of the King's Bench in Ireland on the accession of George I. Despite his behaviour at the trial of Waters he appears to have been a man of probity, who was held in general respect. He also acted as judge at Harding's trial; and Swift never forgave him. See 'Whitshed's Motto on his Coach', 'Verses on the Upright Judge' (pp. 347-50), the lines in 'Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift' (pp. 569-70), and Ball, Judges in Ireland, ii. 189 et passim.

[6]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition.





[I.]


1            Brocado's and Damasks, and Tabbies, and Gawses,
2            Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over;
3            With Forty Things more: Now hear what the Law says,
4               Whoe'er will not were them, is not the King's Lover. [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note

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5                     Tho'a Printer and Dean
6                     Seditiously mean
7               Our true Irish Hearts from old England to wean;
8            We'll buy English Silks for our Wives and our Daughters,
9            In Spight of his Deanship and Journeyman Waters.


II.


1            In England the Dead in Woollen are clad, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
2               The Dean and his Printer then let us cry Fye on;
3            To be cloath'd like a Carcass would make a Teague mad,
4               Since a living Dog better is than a dead Lyon,
5                     Our Wives they grow sullen
6                     At wearing of Woollen,
7               And all we poor Shopkeepers must our Horns pull in.
8            Then We'll buy English Silks, &c.


III.


1            Whoever our Trading with England would hinder,
2               To inflame both the Nations do plainly conspire;
3            Because Irish Linen will soon turn to Tinder;
4               And Wool it is greasy, and quickly takes Fire.
5                     Therefore I assure ye,
6                     Our noble Grand Jury,
7               When they saw the Dean's Book [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note they were in a great Fury:
8            They would buy English Silks for their Wives, &c.

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IV.


9            This wicked Rogue Waters, who always in sinning,
10             And before Corum Nobus [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note so oft has been call'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
11          Henceforward shall print neither Pamphlets nor Linnen,
12             And, if Swearing can do't, shall be swingingly mawl'd:
13                   And as for the Dean,
14                   You know whom I mean,
15             If the Printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean.
16          Then we'll buy English Silks for our Wives and our Daughters,
17          In Spight of his Deanship and Journeyman Waters.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Run upon the Bankers. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]

Written A:D: 1720.


[1]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke, of Bedford, Woburn Abbey.

[2]  The Run upon the Bankers, and, The South-Sea Detected. ... Cork: Printed by Samuel Terry, ... 1721. Fo. Broadside.

[3]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 208 (1737, ii. 122). [Ref. F.]

[4]  A Collection of Poems, &c. Omitted in the Fifth Volume of Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. London: ... Charles Davis, ... MDCCXXXV. p.436. [Ref. 1735.]

[5]  Miscellanies, 1736, v. 208 (1745, v. 27).

[6]  No copy of a Dublin broadside edition of this piece has been traced, although it is probable that the Cork broadside was printed from a Deblin issue. Faulkner itroduces the poem with the enigmatic note: 'This Poem was printed some Years ago, and it should seem by the late Failure of two Bankers to be somewhat prophetick, it was therefore thought fit to be reprinted.' Stella gives the date 1720, and this is probably correct. Dr. Elrington Ball (Swift's Verse, p. 157) calls attention to a remark by Swift in a letter to Vanessa under date 18 October, 1720: 'Conversation is full of nothing but South Sea, and the ruin of the kingdom, and scarcity of money.' (Corresp. iii. 68.) The poem may well be connected with events of that

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time. See, further, notes on the next poem, the imitation of Horace addressed to Archbishop King.

[7]  The text is printed from Stella's transcript. The only verbal variant of the Cork broadside is the omission of 'a' in 1. 37.




8            The bold Encroachers on [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Deep,
9            Gain by Degrees huge Tracts of Land,
10          'Till Neptune with a [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Gen'ral Sweep
11          Turns all again to barren Strand.

12             The Multitude's Capricious Pranks
13          Are said to represent the Seas,
14          Breaking the Bankers and the Banks,
15          Resume their own when e'er they please.,

16             Money, the Life-blood of the Nation,
17          Corrupts and stagnates in the Veins,
18          Unless a proper Circulation
19          Its Motion and its Heat maintains

20             Because 'tis Lordly not to pay,
21          Quakers [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Aldermen, in State,
22          Like Peers, have Levees ev'ry Day
23          Of Duns, attending at their Gate.

24             We want [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note our Money on the Nail;
25          The Banker's ruin'd if he pays;
26          They seem to act an Ancient Tale,
27          The Birds are met to strip the Jays.

28             Riches, the Wisest Monarch sings, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          Make Pinions for themselves to fly,
30          They fly like Bats, on Parchment Wings,
31          And Geese their silver Plumes supply.

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32             No Money left for squandring Heirs!
33          Bills turn the Lenders into Debters,
34          The Wish of Nero [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note now is Theirs,
35          That, they had never known their Letters.

36             Conceive the Works of Midnight Hags,
37          Tormenting Fools behind their Backs;
38          Thus Bankers o'er their Bills and Bags
39          Sit squeezing Images of Wax. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

40             Conceive the whole Enchantment broke,
41          The Witches left in open Air,
42          With Pow'r no more than other Folk,
43          Expos'd with all their Magick Ware.

44             So Pow'rful are a Banker's Bills
45          When [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Creditors demand their Due;
46          They break up Counters, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Doors, and Tills,
47          And leave his emty [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Chests in View.

48             Thus when an Earthquake lets in Light
49          Upon the god of Gold and Hell,
50          Unable to endure the Sight, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
51          He hides within his darkest Cell.

52             As when a Conj'rer takes a Lease
53          From Satan for a Term of Years,
54          The Tenant's in a Dismal Case
55          When e'er the bloody Bond [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note appears.

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56             A baited Banker thus desponds,
57          From his own Hand foresees his Fall,
58          They have his Soul who have his Bonds,
59          'Tis like the Writing on the Wall. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

60             How will the Caitiff Wretch be scar'd
61          When first he finds himself awake
62          At the last Trumpet, unprepar'd,
63          And all his Grand Account to make?

64             For in that Universall Call
65          Few Bankers will to Heav'n be Mounters:
66          They'll cry, Ye Shops, upon us fall
67          Conceal, and cover us, Ye Counters.

68             When Other Hands the Scales shall hold,
69          And They in Men and Angels Sight
70          Produc'd with all their Bills and Gold,
71          Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found Light.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Part of the 9th Ode of the 4th Book of Horace, address'd to Doctor William King, late Lord Arch-Bishop of Dublin.
Paulùm sepultae, &c. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Miscellaneous Poems, By Several Hands. Published by D. Lewis. ... London: Printed By J. Watts. M DCC XXX. p. 49. [Ref. 1730.]

[2]  Faulkner, 1746, viii. 179.

[3]  Miscellanies, 1746, xi. 226 (1751, xiv. 206).

[4]  The Story of the Injured Lady. ... London, Printed for M. Cooper,. ... MDCCXLVI. p. 63.

[5]  Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkesworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 275. Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 151.



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[6]  The date, 1718, assigned to the poem by Sheridan, in his edition of the Works, 1784, although incorrect, has been accepted by later editors.

[7]  Since the days when Swift had been sent by Archbishop King as his agent in England, to solicit the remission of the first-fruits, a coolness had sprung up between the two upon Swift's joining the Tory party. The first sign of re-awakened cordiality, apart possibly from the present poem, was Swift's letter to King of the 28th of September, 1721 (Corresp. iii. 100). This was due to King's sympathy with Swift's Irish patriotism. After six years of silence, following upon his retirement to Ireland in 1714, Swift appeared again as a political pamphleteer with his Proposal for the Universal Use of Irish Manufacture, 1720. This was an attack upon the monopolizing acts passed in the reign of William III, probihiting the export of woollen goods from Ireland, except into England and Wales. The effect of these statutes upon Irish manufactures was disastrous (see Prose Works, vii. 13-30; Scott, vii. 15-17). In 1720 a project was put forward by the Earl of Abercorn, Viscount Boyne, Sir Ralph Gore, and others, for the establishment of a National Bank in Ireland, with a capital of £500,000 for the purpose of making advances to merchants at low rates of interest. The proposals were not without merit, but Swift associated the scheme with moneyed Whig interests and stock-jobbers; and there was a very general opposition to the whole plan. The scheme was approved by the King in July, 1721; but eventually rejected by both Houses of the Irish Parliament in December of the same year. See Journals of the House of Commons of Ireland, iii, Part I, pp. 253, 256-7, 283, 289; Journal of the House of Lords of Ireland, ii. 711-13, 716, 720. Swift's tracts in opposition were An Essay on English Bubbles; and The Swearer's Bank (Prose Works, vii. 32-46).

[8]  Writing to Archbishop King on the 28th of September, 1721, Swift says: 'I hear you are likely to be the sole opposer of the bank, ... Bankrupts are always for setting up banks; how then can you think a bank will fail of a majority in both Houses?' (Corresp. iii. 101). He was, as the event proved, mistaken.

[9]  Other versions of the same ode, (1) addressed to Lord Carteret, (2) addressed to Humphry French, Lord Mayor of Dublin, have been attributed to Swift---see pp. 1132-3.

[10]  The first printing of these lines appears to have been in the second volume of Lewis's Miscellaneous Poems, 1730. There is no attribution of authorship. Faulkner included the poem in Swift's Works in 1746. The text is here reprinted from Faulkner.




11          Virtue conceal'd within our Breast
12          Is Inactivity at best:
13          But, never shall the Muse endure
14          To let your Virtues lye obscure,

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15          Or suffer Envy to conceal
16          Your Labours for the Publick Weal,
17          Within your Breast all Wisdom lyes,
18          Either to govern or advise;
19          Your steady Soul preserves her Frame
20          In good and evil Times the same.
21          Pale Avarice and lurking Fraud [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          Stand in your sacred Presence aw'd;
23          Your Hand alone from Gold abstains,
24          Which drags the slavish World in Chains.

25             Him for an [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note happy Man I own,
26          Whose Fortune is not overgrown;
27          And, happy he, who wisely knows
28          To use the Gifts, that Heav'n bestows;
29          Or, if it please the Powers Divine,
30          Can suffer Want, and not repine.
31          The Man, who Infamy to shun,
32          Into the Arms of Death would run,
33          That Man is ready to defend
34          With Life his Country, or his Friend.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Description of an Irish-Feast, translated almost literally out of the Original Irish. Translated in the Year 1720. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 295 (1737, ii. 300).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 14 (1736, v. 14; 1745, v. 31; 1751, x. 28).

[3]  Works of Janathan Swift, D.D., ed. Hawkisworth, 1755, 4to, iv (1), 25.

[4]  This ballad is commonly held to celebrate a great feast, which long lived in memory, given by the O'Rourke, who rebelled against the English in

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1580. The Irish poem was, however, composed in the first or second decade of the eighteenth century, and was probably a skit on some O'Rourkes, circa 1710.

[5]  The original Pléaraca na Ruarcach is attributed to Hugh MacGauran (flor. circa 1712). It was set to music by the Irish bard, Carolan (J. C. Walker's Historical Memoirs of the Irish Bards, 1786). According to Wilson's Swiftiana, ii. 19-23, Swift, while staying at a country house near Cavan, was furnished with a literal translation by MacGauran himself. The evidence for this story is slight, but it need not be dismissed as impossible.

[6]  For bibliographical and other details relating to Plèaraca na Ruarcach see 'A Rare Book of Irish and Scottish Gaelic Verse', by Séamus Ó Casaide, in Publications of the Bibliographical Society of Ireland, iii. No. 6, 1928.

[7]  The Irish poem runs to 96 lines. Swift translated ll. 1-40 and 45-72 of the full Irish text. The text, not complete, with Swift's translation, appeared in the second edition, 1781, and also in the re-issue, 1782, of Charles Vallancey's Grammar of the Iberno-Celtic, or Irish language. Charles Henry Wilson published the Irish text with an English verse translation of his own in his rare Poems Translated from the Irish Language into the English, 1782. Scott, in his edition of Swift's Works, 1814, xiv. 135-41, gives the original Irish, Wilson's translation of ll. 41-4, and a spirited translation by himself of ll. 73-96.

[8]  The text of Swift's translation is printed from Faulkner's edition of 1735.



9            Orourk's noble Fare
10          Will ne'er be forgot,
11          By those who were there,
12          Or those who were not.
13          His Revels to keep,
14          We sup and we dine,
15          On seven Score Sheep,
16          Fat Bullocks and Swine.
17          Usquebagh [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to our Feast
18          In Pails was brought up,
19          An Hundred at least,
20          And a Madder [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note our Cup.

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21          O there is the Sport,
22             We rise with the Light,
23          In disorderly Sort,
24             From snoring all Night.
25          O how was I trick't, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26             My Pipe it was broke,
27          My Pocket was pick't,
28             I lost my new Cloak.
29          I'm rifled, quoth Nell,
30             Of Mantle and Kercher, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
31          Why then fare them well, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32             The De'el take the Searcher.
33          Come, Harper, strike up,
34             But first by your Favour,
35          Boy, give us a Cup;
36             Ay, this has some Savour:
37          O Rourk's jolly Boys
38             Ne'er dream't of the Matter,
39          Till rowz'd by the Noise,
40             And musical Clatter,
41          They bounce from their Nest,
42             No longer will tarry,
43          They rise ready drest,
44             Without one Ave Mary.
45          They dance in a Round,
46             Cutting Capers and Ramping,
47          A Mercy the Ground
48             Did not burst with their stamping.
49          The Floor is all wet
50             With Leaps and with Jumps,
51          While the Water and Sweat,
52             Splish, splash in their Pumps.

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53          Bless you late and early,
54             Laughlin O Enagin,
55          By my Hand, you dance rarely,
56             Margery Grinagin. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          Bring Straw for our Bed,
58             Shake it down to the Feet,
59          Then over us spread,
60             The winnowing Sheet.
61          To show, I don't flinch,
62             Fill the Bowl up again,
63          Then give us a Pinch
64             Of your Sneezing; a Yean. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
65          Good Lord, what a Sight,
66             After all their good Cheer,
67          For People to fight
68             In the Midst of their Beer: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          They rise from their Feast,
70             And hot are their Brains,
71          A Cubit at least
72             The Length of their Skeans. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          What Stabs and what Cuts,
74             What clatt'ring of Sticks,
75          What Strokes on Guts, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
76             What Bastings and Kicks!
77          With Cudgels of Oak,
78             Well harden'd in Flame,
79          An hundred Heads broke,
80             An hundred struck lame.
81          You Churle, I'll maintain
82             My Father built Lusk, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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83          The Castle of Slain, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
84             And Carrickdrumrusk: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
85          The Earl of Kildare, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
86             And Moynalta, his Brother,
87          As great as they are,
88             I was nurs'd by their Mother. [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note
89          Ask that of old Madam,
90             She'll tell you who's who,
91          As far up as Adam,
92             She knows it is true,
93          Come down with that Beam,
94             If Cudgels are scarce,
95          A Blow on the Weam,
96             Or a Kick on the A---se.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The BUBBLE [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Ford Papers: Swift's autograph.

[2]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. Stella.]

[3]  The Bubble: A Poem. London, Printed for Benj. Tooke, ... and sold by J. Roberts, ... M.DCC.XXI. [Ref. R.]

[4]  The Bubble: A Poem ... London: Printed for Ben. Tooke, ... And Re-printed in Dublin, 1721. [Ref. D.]

[5]  A Miscellaneous Collection of Poems, Songs and Epigrams. By Several Hands. Published by T. M. Gent. ... Dublin: Printed by A. Rhames, 1721. ii. 147. [Ref. T.M.]

[6]  The Bubblers Medley, or a Sketch of the Times Being Europes Memorial for the Year 1720.

[7]  Miscellaneous Poems, Original and Translated, By several Hands. ... Published by Mr. Concanen. ... London: Printed for J. Peele, ... MDCCXXIV. p. 148. [Ref. C.]

[8]  A New Collection of Poems on Several Occasions. By Mr. Prior, and Others. ... London: Printed for Tho. Osborne, ... MDCCXXV. p. 94. Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727. p. 185 (1731, p. 255; 1733, p. 255; 1742, iv. 153).

[9]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 147 (1737, ii. 1 36). [Ref. F.]

[10]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works, 1779. (Notes.)

[11]  Works, ed. Sheridan, 1784, vii. 192.

[12]  The textual history of this poem is complicated. A copy in Swift's hand has been preserved among the Ford papers. This holograph is closely written in double column. The poem carries no title. It was sent to Swift's friend, Ford, in London, addressed:


[13]  'To Charles Ford Esqr,

[14]  at His Lodgings at the

[15]  blue Perewig in Pell-Mell

[16]  London.'


[17]  Swift's covering letter, written at the end of the manuscript, is dated 'Decbr. 15th. 1720'. The London postmark shows that Ford did not receive it before the 26th of December. It was, however, advertised in The Daily Courant and The Post-Boy as published on 3 Jany., 1720---1. Three weeks later it was advertised in The Evening Post, Jany. 24--6, with the quotation of two stanzas, the 48th and the last.

[18]  Swift directed Ford to send the copy to the printer without revealing the authorship of the poem. As the original survives, with other Ford letters and manuscripts, it is clear that Ford sent the printer a transcript, and that

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the poem was published by Roberts in seven or eight days. The title, 'The Bubble', was, presumably, chosen by Ford. It appeared anonymously; but the two stanzas printed later in The Evening Post were said to be by Swift.

[19]  The text published by Roberts follows the manuscript closley. Two marked differences are 'Garr'way's' for 'Garr'way' (l. 153), and 'Bone' instead of 'Bones' (l. 204). In this form the poem extends to fifty-five stanzas.

[20]  In the same year ten of the stanzas appeared in a piece called The Bubblers Medley, or a Sketch of the Times Being Europes Memorial for the Year 1720. They are, in order, reckoning by the 55---stanza version of the poem, nos. 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 17, 42, 26, 28, and 55. See Catalogue of Prints and Drawings in the British Museum. Division I. Political and Personal Satires, ii. 412 (No. 1610). Again, in 1721, in both instances with the addition of two stanzas, the 9th and 10th, it was printed in a Dublin edition, and in A Miscellaneous Collection of Poems, Songs and Epigrams, edited by 'T. M. Gent.', also published in Dublin. In the single publication a quotation from Virgil appears on the title; in the collection it is prefixed to the poem.

[21]  The next appearance of the poem in print, as far as we now know, is in Concanen's collection of Miscellaneous Poems, 1724, where it is attributed to Swift. The Latin quotation heads the poem, and there are 57 stanzas. The poem was included in a London miscellany of 1725, A New Collection of Poems, published by Osborne. The Latin quotation is prefixed, and there are 57 stanzas. The text agrees with the Dublin and Concanen versions, and it is needless to show its readings in the apparatus.

[22]  In the Dublin collection edited by 'T. M. Gent.' there are several marked variants from Swift's manuscript, and from the printed versions. In l. 116 (108 of the text here printed), 'T. M.' reads 'sink' for 'sunk'; l. 143 (135), 'the' for 'this'; l. 191 (183), 'by' for 'in'; l. 214 (206), 'Those' for 'These'; l. 222 (214), 'these' for 'those'.

[23]  Stella heads her transcript of the poem in the Woburn volume:
'The Bubble. Printed in Ireland A:D: 1720.'
She omits the Latin quotation. She was copying, presumably, as her heading implies, from the separate Dublin edition, or she may have been using the copy of a manuscript supplied to the printer of that edition, for she does not follow the 'T.M.' readings. Two important variants appear in her transcript for the first time---l. 33, 'Five hundred' for 'Two hundred'; and l. 180, 'Pallace-Roofs' for 'Castle-Roofs'. The latter reading was adopted in the Miscellanies of 1727; and both by Faulkner in 1735.

[24]  In Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727, the poem was completely revised. The title was changed to 'The South-Sea. 1721'; the Latin quotation was removed to the end; and thirteen of the fifty-seven stanzas (13, 17, 27, 28, 29, 30, 39, 42, 43, 50, 51, 52, 53) were omitted. There

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are only two distinctive new readings: ll. 14 and 16 are transposed; and 'at last', in l. 139, becomes 'and scarce'.

[25]  The Miscellanies were edited by Pope; but during the summer of 1727 Swift was staying with Pope at Twickenham, and it is unlikely that such extensive alterations were made without Swift's cognizance. It is also noteworthy that Swift made no annotations against 'The South-Sea' in his own copy of the Miscellanies. Nevertheless he may have been deterred by the amount of correction necessary, for that version can hardly be considered his last thought for the poem. His interest in Faulkner's edition of the Works 1735, is manifest, and Faulkner restored eleven out of the thirteen rejected stanzas, the exceptions being 17 and 29. The title becomes 'Upon the South-Sea Project.' Swift made no corrections in his copy of Faulkner.

[26]  The additional stanzas included by Faulkner were not noted by the editor of Miscellanies, In Prose and Verse. Volume the Fifth, 1735; and Bathurst and the London trade editions continued to print 44 stanzas only. The omission of the thirteen stanzas was pointed out by Nichols, Supplement, 1779; they were included by Sheridan in his edition of the Works, 1784, and by all subsequent editors.

[27]  The poem was first printed from Swift's manuscript by Professor D. Nichol Smith, Letters of Jonathan Swift to Charles Ford, 1935, pp. 182-92.

[28]  Dr. Elrington Ball, Swift's Verse, p. 160, presumes that Swift took a hint for his concluding stanzas from Prior's letter to him of 28 Feby., 1720-1: 'I am tired with politics, and lost in the South Sea. The roaring of the waves, and the madness of the people, were justly put together' (Corresp. iii. 74). But the poem had then been in print several weeks. It is more probable that Prior's remark was prompted by the poem.

[29]  For an account of the South Sea project and its collapse see Lecky, History of England in the Eighteenth Century, i. 321-3, and The South Sea Bubble, by Viscount Erleigh, 1933.

[30]  The text is printed from Swift's manuscript. No note is taken of variations in punctuation, &c., unless of significance.




31              [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteYe wise Philosophers explain [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          What Magick makes our Money rise
33          When dropt into the Southern Main,
34          Or do these Juglers cheat our Eyes?

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35             Put in Your Money fairly told;
36          Presto be gone---Tis here ag'en,
37          Ladyes, and Gentlemen, behold,
38          Here's ev'ry Piece as big as ten.

39             Thus in a Basin drop a Shilling,
40          Then fill the Vessel to the Brim,
41          You shall observe as you are filling
42          The pond'rous Metal seems to swim;

43             It rises both in Bulk and Height,
44          Behold it mounting to the Top, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          The liquid Medium cheats your Sight,
46          Behold it swelling like a Sop. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

47             In Stock three hundred thousand Pounds; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
48          I have in view a Lord's Estate,
49          My Mannors all contig'ous round,
50          A Coach and Six, and serv'd in Plate:

51             Thus the deluded Bankrupt raves,
52          Puts all upon a desp'rate Bett,
53          Then plunges in the Southern Waves,
54          Dipt over head and Ears---in Debt.

55             So, by a Calenture misled, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          The Mariner with Rapture sees
57          On the smooth Ocean's azure Bed
58          Enamell'd Fields, and verdant Trees;

59             With eager Hast he longs to rove
60          In that fantastick Scene, and thinks

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61          It must be some enchanted Grove,
62          And in he leaps, and down he sinks. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

63             Rais'd up on Hope's aspiring Plumes,
64          The young Advent'rer o'er the Deep
65          An Eagle's Flight and State assumes,
66          And scorns the middle Way to keep:

67             On Paper Wings he takes his Flight,
68          With Wax the Father bound them fast, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
69          The Wax is melted by the Height,
70          And down the towring Boy is cast:

71             A Moralist might here explain [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
72          The Rashness of the Cretan Youth, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
73          Describe his Fall into the Main,
74          And from a Fable form a Truth: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

75             His Wings are his Paternall Rent,
76          He melts his Wax at ev'ry Flame,
77          His Credit sunk, his Money spent,
78          In Southern Seas he leaves his Name.

79             Inform us, You that best can tell,
80          Why in you dang'rous Gulph profound
81          Where hundreds and where thousands fell,
82          Fools chiefly float, the Wise are drown'd. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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83             So have I seen from Severn's Brink
84          A Flock of Geese jump down together,
85          Swim where the Bir[d] of Jove would sink,
86          And swimming ne[ver] wet a Feather.

87             But I affirm, 'tis false in Fact, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
88          Directors better know their Tools,
89          We see the Nation['s] Credit crackt,
90          Each Knave hath [ma]de a thousand Fools.

91             One Fool may f[r]om another win,
92          And then get off with Money stor'd,
93          But if a Sharper once comes in,
94          He throws at all, and sweeps the Board.

95             As Fishes on each other prey
96          The great ones swall'wing up the small
97          So fares it in the Southern Sea
98          But Whale Directors eat up all.

99             When Stock is high they come between,
100        Making by second hand their Offers,
101        Then cunningly retire unseen,
102        With each a Million in his Coffers.

103           So when upon a Moon-shine Night
104        An Ass was drinking at a Stream,
105        A Cloud arose and stopt the Light,
106        By intercepting e[v]'ry Beam;
107           The Day of Judgment will be soon,
108        Cryes out a Sage among the Croud,
109        An Ass hath swallow'd up the Moon,
110        The Moon lay safe behind the Cloud.

111           Each poor Subscriber to the Sea
112        Sinks down at once, and there he lyes,
113        Directors fall as well as they,
114        Their Fall is but a Trick to rise:

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115        So Fishes rising from the Main [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
116        Can soar with moistned Wings on high,
117        The Moysture dry'd they sink again,
118        And dip their Fins again to fly.

119           Undone at Play, the Femal Troops [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
120        Come here their Losses to retrieve,
121        Ride o'er the Waves in spacious Hoops,
122        Like Lapland Witches [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in a Sieve:
123           Thus Venus to the Sea descends

124        As Poets fein; but where's the Moral?
125        It shews the Queen of Love intends
126        To search the Deep for Pearl and Coral.

127           The Sea is richer than the Land, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
128        I heard it from my Grannam's Mouth,
129        Which now I clearly understand,
130        For by the Sea she meant the South.

131           Thus by Directors we are told,
132        Pray Gentlemen, believe your Eyes,
133        Our Ocean's cover[d o]'er with Gold,
134        Look round about [h]ow thick it lyes:

135           We Gentlemen, a[re] Your Assisters, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
136        We'll come and hol[d] you by the Chin,
137        Alas! all is not Go[l]d that glisters;
138        Ten thousand sunk by leaping in.

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139           Oh! would these [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Patriots be so kind [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
140        Here in the Deep to wash their Hands,
141        Then like Pactolus [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note we should find
142        The Sea indeed had golden Sands.

143           A Shilling in the Bath You fling,
144        The Silver takes a nobler Hue,
145        By Magick Virtue in the Spring,
146        And seems a Guinnea to your Veiw:

147           But as a Guinnea will not pass
148        At Market for a Farthing more
149        Shewn through a multiplying Glass
150        Than what it allways did before;

151           So cast it in the Southern Seas,
152        And view it through a Jobber's Bill,
153        Put on what Spectacles You please,
154        Your Guinnea's but a Guinnea still.

155           One Night a Fool into a Brook
156        Thus from a Hillock looking down,
157        The Golden Stars for Guinneas took,
158        And Silver Cynthia for a Crown;

159           The Point he could no longer doubt,
160        He ran, he leapt into the Flood,
161        There sprawl'd a while, at last got out, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
162        All cover'd o'er with Slime and Mud.

163        [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Upon the Water [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note cast thy Bread [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
164        And after many Days thou'lt find it, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
165        But Gold upon this Ocean spred [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
166        Shall sink, and leave no mark behind it. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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167           There is a Gulph where thousands fell,
168        Here all the bold Advent'rers came,
169        A narrow Sound, though deep as Hell,
170        Change-Ally [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note is the dreadfull Name;

171           Nine times a day it ebbs and flows,
172        Yet He that on the Surface lyes
173        Without a Pilot seldom knows
174        The Time it falls, or when 'twill rise.

175           Subscribers here by thousands float, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
176        And justle one another down,
177        Each padling in his leaky Boat,
178        And here they fish for Gold and drown:
179        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteNow bury'd in the Depth below, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
180        Now mounted up to Heav'n again,
181        They reel and stagger too and fro,
182        At their Wits end like drunken Men.

183           Mean time secure on [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Garr'way [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Clifts [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
184        A savage Race by Shipwrecks fed,
185        Ly waiting for the foundred Skiffs,
186        And strip the Bodyes of the Dead.

187           But these, you say, are factious Lyes [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
188        From some malicious Tory's Brain,
189        For, where Directors get a Prize,
190        The Swiss and Dutch whole Millions drain.

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191           Thus when by Rooks a Lord is ply'd,
192        Some Cully often wins a Bett
193        By vent'ring on the cheating Side,
194        Tho not into the Secret let.

195           While some build Castles in the Air,
196        Directors build 'em in the Seas;
197        Subscribers plainly see 'um there,
198        For Fools will see as Wise men please.

199           Thus oft by Mariners are shown,
200        Unless the Men of Kent are Ly'rs,
201        Earld Godwin's Castles overflown, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
202        And Castle roofs, and Steeple Spires. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

203           Mark where the Sly Directors creep,
204        Nor to the Shore approach too nigh,
205        The Monsters nestle in the Deep
206        To seise you in your passing by:

207            [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Then, like the Dogs of Nile be wise,
208        Who taught by Instinct how to shun
209        The Crocodile that lurking lyes,
210        Run as they drink and drink and run.

211           Antæus could by Magick Charms [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
212        Recover Strength whene'er he fell,
213        Alcides held him in [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Arms,
214        And sent him up in Air to Hell.

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215           Directors thrown into the Sea
216        Recover Strength and Vigor there,
217        But may be tam'd another way,
218        Suspended for a while in Air.

219           Directors; for tis you I warn, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
220        By long Experience we have found
221        What Planet rul'd when you were born;
222        We see you never can be drown'd:

223           Beware, nor over-bulky grown,
224        Nor come within your Cullyes Reach,
225        For if the Sea should sink so low
226        To leave you dry upon the Beach,

227           You'll ow Your Ruin to your Bulk;
228        Your Foes already waiting stand
229        To tear you like a foundred Hulk
230        While you ly helpless on the Sand:

231            [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note Thus when a Whale hath lost the Tide [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
232        The Coasters crowd to seise the Spoyl,
233        The Monster into Parts divide,
234        And strip the Bones, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and melt the Oyl.

235           Oh, may some Western Tempest sweep
236        These [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Locusts whom our Fruits have fed,
237        That Plague, Directors, to the Deep,
238        Driv'n from the South-Sea to the Red.

239           May He whom Nature's Laws obey,
240        Who lifts the Poor, and sinks the Proud,
241        Quiet the Raging of the Sea,
242        And Still the Madness of the Crowd.

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243           But never sh[all our is]le have Rest
244        Till those [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note devour[ing] Swine run down,
245        (The Devils leavi[ng] the Possess't)
246        And headlong i[n] the Waters drown.

247        The Nation t[oo] too [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note late will find
248        Computing all th[eir] Cost and Trouble,
249        Directors Promi[ses] but Wind,
250        South-Sea at best [a m]ighty Bubble.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Written on the Deanery Window of St. PATRICK's, Dublin. By Dr.DELANY. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Transcript in the possession of the Duke of Portland, Welbeck Abbey. [Ref. W.]

[2]  Two contemporary transcripts (hands unknown) in the possession of Lord Mount Temple, Broadlands, Romsey, Hants. [Ref. Ashley (1) and (2).]

[3]  Transcript in the British Museum, Harley 7316, pp.146-7.

[4]  Miscellaneous Poems, Original and Translated, By Several Hands. ...

[5]  Published by Mr. Concanen. ... London: Printed for J. Peele, ... MDCCXXIV. p. 137.

[6]  Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. ... By Jonathan Swist, D.D. and Alexander Pope, Esq; ... London Printed, and Re-printed in Dublin, By and for Sam. Fairbrother, ... 1728. ii. 167. [Ref. 1728.]

[7]  A New Miscellany In Prose and Verse. ... London: Printed for T. Read, ... MDCCXLII. p. 62.

[8]  Faulkner, 1746, viii. 322. [Ref. 1746.]

[9]  The Story of the Injured Lady. ... London, Printed for M. Cooper, ... MDCCXLVI. p. 60. (Printed from and follows Faulkner.)

[10]  Observations upon Lord Orrery's Remarks [Delany], 1754, p.182. [Ref. Delany.]



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[11]  An interchange of four poetical pieces between Delany and Swift took place in January and February, 1721 (see below, 'Apollo to Dean Swist', l. 29, and 'News from Parnassus', l. 1). Delany, with suggestions from Stella, began by writing two sets of verses on a window of the Deanery, in the first comparing Swift's domestic economy with that of his predecessor, in the second alleging that Swift chose Apollo, his patron, as host in his house, fobbing off with wit and wine those that came 'expecting to dine'. Swift responded with the long poem 'Apollo to Dean Swift'. To this Delany replied with 'News from Parnassus'; and Swift closed the group with 'Apollo's Edict'. The fifth and last poem may have been written later in the year---see p.271 n.

[12]  The first three poems were printed in Concanen's Miscellaneous Poems, 1724, the first two duly attributed to Delany, the third to Swift. In Fair-brother's Dublin reprint (1728) of the London Miscellanies in Prose and Verse (1727) the three poems were added, at the end of vol. ii, to those contained in the London edition. No author is named for the first two, the third is assigned to Swift. In 1735 Faulkner printed 'Apollo to the Dean' apart from the two pieces leading up to it; and in 1746 he added these two (without note or reference to Swift's reply) as cut on the Deanery windows 'by two of the DEAN's Friend's. Delany, in his Observations, 1754, prints the first two poems, but makes no claim to have composed them, and he gives the first two lines of 'Apollo to the Dean', which he describes as 'genteel, and finely imagined'. It may be added that the first two pieces were included, as by Delany, in A Collection of Epigrams, published by J. Walthoe in 1727.

[13]  'Apollo to the Dean' was one of the poems transcribed by Stella. At Welbeck Abbey there is contemporary transcript of the two sets of window verses and of 'Apollo to the Dean' on a folio sheet folded to make two leaves, endorsed 'Transcribed'. In the library of Lord Mount Temple there are two separate transcripts of the three poems in differing hands. In the main these three manuscripts agree with each other against Concanen's printed version. There is also a transcript of the three poems in one of the Harley miscellanies in the British Museum. Save for quite insignificant differences the text agrees with the Welbeck MS.

[14]  Delany's poem, 'News from Parnassus', in reply to 'Apollo to the Dean' appeared in newspapers in 1721; and in 1724 it was reprinted in Concanen's miscellany, but at a later point in the volume, without indication of authorship or any reference to the three poems with which it was connected. It was printed by Nichols in his Supplement, 1799, as 'Occasioned by "Apollo to the Dean". Swift's response, 'Apollo's Edict', was first printed in Dublin as a two-leaf quarto pamphlet; and next in Gulliveriana, 1728, with a footnote reference to 'News from Parnassus'.

[15]  The first four poems are printed from Concanen's Miscellaneous Poems, the fifth from the quarto pamphlet.




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Verses on the Deanery Window By DELANY


16          Are the Guests of this House still doom'd to be cheated? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          Sure, the Fates have decreed, they by Halves should be treated.
18          In the Days [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of good John, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note if you came here to dine,
19          You had Choice [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of good Meat, but [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note no [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Choice of good Wine.
20          In Jonathan's Regin, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note if you come here to eat,
21          You have Choice [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of good Wine, but [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note no Choice of good Meat.
22          O Jove, then how fully might all Sides be bless'd,
23          Would'st [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Thou but agree [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to this humble Request;
24          Put both Deans in one, or if that's too much Trouble,
25          Instead of the Dean, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note make the Dean'ry double.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: ANOTHER, By the Same [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  As above---four manuscripts.

[2]  Miscellaneous Poems ... Concanen. p.138.

[3]  Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. ... Fairbrother. ii. 168. [Ref.1728.]

[4]  Faulkner, 1746, viii. 321. [Ref. 1746.]

[5]  The Story of the Injuried Lady, p.59. (Printed from and follows Faulkner.)

[6]  Observations [Delany], 1754, p.183. [Ref. Delany.]




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7            A Bard, on whom Phæbus his Spirit bestow'd,
8            Resolv'd to acknowledge [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Bounty he ow'd;
9            Found out a new Method at once of confessing,
10          And making the most of so mighty a Blessing:
11          To the God he'd be grateful, but Mortals he'd chouse. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
12          By making his Patron preside in his House;
13          And wisely foresaw this Advantage from thence, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          That the God must in Honour bear most of th' Expence: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          So the Bard he finds Drink, and leaves Phoebus to treat
16          With the Thoughts he inspires, regardless of Meat:
17          Hence they that come hither, expecting to dine,
18          Are always fob'd off, with Sheer-Wit, and Sheer-Wine.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: APOLLO, TO Dean SWIFT. By Himself. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  In Stella, the Ashley MSS., and edus, later than Concanen, becomes 'Apollo to the Dean'. Stella and Faulkner give the date 1720. Fairbrother adds to the title, 'By D---S---'.

[2]  Transcript by Stella; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. Stella.]

[3]  Transcript in the possession of the Duke of Portland, Welbeck Abbey. [Ref. W.]

[4]  Two transcripts in the possession of Lord Mount Temple. [Ref. Ashley (1) and (2).]

[5]  Transcript in the British Museum, Harley 7316, pp. 147-51.

[6]  Miscellaneous Poems ... Concanen. p. 140.

[7]  Miscellanies in Prose and Verse ... Fairbrother. ii. 169. [Ref. 1728.]

[8]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 180 (1737, ii. 117). [Ref. F.]




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9            Right Trusty, and so forth; We let you to know,
10          We are very ill us'd by you Mortals below;
11          For, first, I have often by Chymists been told,
12          Tho' I know nothing on't, 'tis [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I that make Gold;
13          Which when you have got, you so carefully hide it,
14          That since I was born, I hardly have spy'd it;
15          Then, it must be allow'd, whenever [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I shine,
16          I forward the Grass, and ripen [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Vine:
17          To me the good Fellows apply for Relief,
18          Without whom they could [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note get neither Claret nor Beef;
19          Yet their Wine and their Victuals, those [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note curmudgeon Lubbards
20          Lock up from my Sight in Pantries [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Cupboards:
21          That I have in ill Eye, they wickedly think,
22          And taint all their Meat, and sour all their Drink. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          But thirdly and lastly, it must be allow'd,
24          I alone can inspire the poetical Crowd;
25          This is gratefully own'd by each Boy in the College,
26          Whom if I inspire, 'tis [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note not to my Knowledge;
27          This every Pretender to Rhyme will admit, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
28          Without troubling his Head about Judgment or Wit:
29          These Gentlemen use me with Kindness and Freedom,
30          And as for their Works, when I please I may read 'em;
31          They lie open on Purpose, on Counters and Stalls,
32          And the Titles I view, when I shine on the Walls:
33          But a Comrade of yours, that Traytor Delany,
34          Who I, for your Sake, have us'd better than any; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
35          And of my meer Motion, and special good Grace,
36          Intended in Time to succeed to your [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Place;
37          On Tuesday the Ninth, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note seditiously came,
38          With a certain false Traitress, one Stella by Name,

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39          To the Dean'ry House, and on the North Glass,
40          Where for fear of the Cold, I never can pass;
41          Then and there, Vi & Armis, with a certain Utensil,
42          Of Value five Shillings, in English a Pencil;
43          Did maliciously, falsly, and traiterously write,
44          Whilst [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Stella aforesaid stood by with the Light;
45          My Sister [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note has lately depos'd upon Oath,
46          That she stopt in her Course to look on [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note them both;
47          That Stella was helping, abetting and aiding,
48          And still as he writ, stood smiling and reading;
49          That her Eyes were as bright as our self at Noon-Day; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          But her graceful black Locks, were all [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note mingled with Grey,
51          And by the Description I certainly know,
52          'Tis the Nymph that I [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note courted some ten Years ago;
53          Whom, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note when I with the best of my Talents endu'd,
54          On her Promise of yielding, she acted the Prude;
55          That some Verses were writ [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note with felonious Intent,
56          Direct to the North, where I never yet went; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          That the letters appear'd revers'd on [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Pane,
58          But in Stella's bright Eyes were plac'd right again; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
59          Wherein she distinctly could read ev'ry Line,
60          And presently guess'd that the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Fancy was mine;
61          She can swear to the Person, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note whom oft she has seen, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          At Night between Cavan-street and College-Green:
63          Now you see why his Verses so seldom are shown,
64          The Reason is plain, they are none of his own;
65          And observe while you live, that no Man is shy
66          To discover the Goods he came, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note honestly by:

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67          If I light on a Thought, he will certainly steal it,
68          And when he has got it, finds [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Ways to conceal it;
69          Of all the fine Things he keeps in the Dark,
70          There's scarce one in ten, but what has my Mark;
71          And let them be seen by the World if he dare,
72          I'll make it appear that they're all [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note stol'n Ware:
73          But as for the Poem he writ on your [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Sash,
74          I think I have now got him under my Lash;
75          My Sister transcrib'd it last Night, to his Sorrow,
76          And the Publick shall see't, if I live 'till to Morrow;
77          Thro' the Zodiack around, it shall quickly be spread,
78          In all Parts of the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Globe, where your Language is read;
79          He knows very well I ne'er gave a Refusal,
80          When he ask'd for my Aid, in the Forms that are usual:
81          But the Secret is this; I did lately intend
82          To write a few Verses on you as my Friend;
83          I study'd a Fortnight, before I could find,
84          As I rode in my Chariot, a Thought to my Mind;
85          And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note resolv'd the next Winter, for that is the Time,
86          When the Days are at shortest, to put [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note it in Rhyme;
87          Till then it was lock'd in my Box at Parnassus;
88          When that [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note subtle Companion, in hopes to surpass us,
89          Conveys out my Paper of Hints by a Trick,
90          For I think in my Conscience he deals with Old Nick; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
91          And from my own [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Stock, provided with Topicks,
92          He gets to a Window beyond both the Tropicks;
93          There out of my Sight, just against [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the North-Zone,
94          Writes down my Conceits, and then calls them his own: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
95          And you like a Booby, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Bubble can swallow;
96          Now [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note who but Delany can write like Apollo? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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97          High Treason by Statute! [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note But here you object,
98          He only stole Hints; the Verse [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note is correct;
99          Tho' the Thought be [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Apollo's, 'tis finely express'd;
100        So a Thief steals my Horse, and then gets [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note him well drest;
101        Now, whereas the said Criminal seems past Repentance,
102        We Phoebus think fit to proceed to his Sentence;
103        Since Delany has dar'd, like Prometheus [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Sire, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
104        To climb to our Region, and thence to steal [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Fire;
105        We order a Vulture, in Shape of the Spleen,
106        To prey on his Liver, but not [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note to be seen:
107        And we order our Subjects, of every Degree,
108        To believe all his Verses were written by me;
109        And under the Pain of our highest Displeasure, [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
110        To call nothing his, but the Rhyme and the Measure. [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note
111        And lastly for Stella, just out of her Prime,
112        I am too much reveng'd already [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note by Time;
113        In return to her Scorn, I send [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note her Diseases,
114        And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note will now be her Friend whenever she pleases;
115        And the Gifts I bestow'd her, will find her a Lover,
116        Tho' she lives 'till [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she's Grey as a Badger all over.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: NEWS from Parnassus. By DELANY [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer, 25 March, 1721.

[2]  Miscellaneous Poems ... Concanen. p. 215.

[3]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works: ... J. Nichols, 1779.




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4            PArnassus, February the twenty-seventh,
5            The Poets assembled here on the Eleventh;
6            Conven'd by Apollo, who gave them to know,
7            He'd have a Vicegerent [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in his Empire below;
8            But declar'd that no Bard shou'd this Honour inherit,
9            'Till the rest had agreed he surpass'd them in Merit:
10          Now this you'll allow was a difficult Case,
11          For each Bard believ'd he had a Right to the Place;
12          So finding the Assembly [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note grow warm in Debate,
13          He put 'em in Mind of his Phaeton's Fate: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
14          'T was urged to no Purpose, the Dispute higher rose,
15          Scarce Phoebus himself cou'd their Quarrels compose.
16          'Till at length he determin'd that every Bard
17          Shou'd (each in their [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Turn) be patiently heard.

18          First, one who believ'd he excell'd in Translation, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
19          Founds his Claim on the Doctrine of Transmigration: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          "Since the Soul of great Milton was given to me,
21          I hope the Convention will quickly agree---
22          Agree, quoth Apollo, from whence is this Fool?
23          Is he just come from reading Pythagoras at School?
24          Begone, Sir, you've got your Subscriptions in Time,
25          And giv'n in Return neither Reason nor Rhyme.

26             To the next, says the God, tho' now I won't chuse you,
27          I'll tell you the Reason for which I refuse you;

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28          Love's Goddess has oft to her Parent complain'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          Of my fav'ring a Bard who her Empire disdain'd,
30          That at my Instigation a Poem you writ,
31          Which to Beauty and Youth prefer'd Judgment and Wit;
32          That to make you a Laureat I gave the first Voice,
33          Inspiring the Britons t'approve of my Choice.
34          Jove sent her to me her Power to try;
35          The Goddess of Beauty what God can deny?
36          She forbids your Preferment, I grant her Desire,
37          Appease the fair Goddess, you then may rise higher.

38             The next that appear'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note had good Hopes of succeeding,
39          For he merited much for his Wit and his Breeding.
40          'T was wise in the Britons no favour to shew him,
41          He else might expect they shou'd pay what they owe him.
42          And therefore they prudently chose to discard
43          The Patriot, whose Merits they wou'd not reward:
44          The God with a Smile bid his Fav'rite advance, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          You were sent by Astrea her Envoy to France.
46          You bent your Ambition to rise in the State,
47          I refuse you, because you cou'd stoop to be great.

48             Then a Bard, who had been a successful Translator, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
49          "The Convention allows me a Versificator.

50          Says Apollo, you mention the least of your Merit,
51          By your Works it appears you have much of my Spirit;
52          I esteem you so well, that to tell you the Truth,
53          The greatest Objection against you's your Youth;
54          Then be not concern'd you are now laid aside,
55          If you live you shall certainly one Day preside.

56          Another, low bending, Apollo thus greets, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          "'Twas I taught your Subjects to walk thro' the Streets.

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58          You taught 'em to walk, why they knew it before,
59          But give me the Bard that can teach them to soar; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60          Whenever he claims his Right, I'll confess
61          Who lately attempted my Style with Success;
62          Who writes like Apollo, has most of his Spirit,
63          And therefore 'tis just I distinguish his Merit;
64          Who makes it appear by all he was writ,
65          His Judgment alone can set Bounds to his Wit;
66          Like Virgil correct, with his own Native Ease,
67          But excels ev'n Virgil in elegant Praise;
68          Who admires the Ancients, and knows 'tis their due,
69          Yet writes in a Manner entirely new;
70          Tho' none with more Ease their Depths can explore,
71          Yet whatever he wants he takes from my Store;
72          Tho' I'm fond of his Virtues, his Pride I can see,
73          In scorning to borrow from any but me;
74          'Tis owing to this, that like Cynthia, his Lays [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
75          Enlighten the World by reflecting my Rays.
76          This said, the whole Audience soon found out his Drift,
77          The Convention was summon'd in Favour of Sw---t. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Apollo's Edict. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Apollo's Edict; 4 pp. 4to, no imprint or date.

[2]  Gulliveriana, 1728, p. 50. [Ref. 1728.]

[3]  Vol. IV. of the Miscellanies ... Dublin, Printed by and for Samuel Fair-brother, ... 1735. p. 164. [Ref. 1735.]

[4]  A Supplement to Dr. Swift's Works: ... J. Nichols, 1779.




5            Ireland is now our royal Care,
6            We lately fix'd our Viceroy [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note there:
7            How near was she to be undone,
8            Till pious Love inspir'd her Son?

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9            What cannot our Vicegerent do,
10          As Poet and as Patriot too?
11          Let his Success our Subjects sway
12          Our Inspirations to obey,
13          And follow where he leads the Way:
14          Then study to correct your Taste, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          Nor beaten Paths be longer trac'd.

16             No Simile shall be begun,
17          With rising or with setting Sun:
18          And let the secret Head of Nile
19          Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
20             When wretched Lovers live on Air,
21          I beg you'll the Camelion spare. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          And when you'd make an [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Heroe grander,
23          Forget he's like a Salamander. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24             No Son of mine shall dare to say,
25          Aurora usher'd in the Day,
26          Or ever name the milky Way.
27          You all agree, I make no doubt,
28          Elijah's Mantle's [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note worn out.
29             The Bird of Jove shall toil no more,
30          To teach the humble Wren to soar..
31             Your tragick Heroes shall not rant, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          Nor Shepherds use poetick Cant:
33          Simplicity alone can grace,
34          The Manners of the rural Race,
35          Theocritus and Philips [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notebe,
36          Your guides to true Simplicity.
37             When Damon's Soul shall take its Flight,
38          Tho' Poets [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note have the second Sight,
39          They shall not see a Trail of Light;

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40          Nor shall the Vapour [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note upwards rise,
41          Nor a new Star adorn the Skies:
42          For who can hope to place one there,
43          As glorious as Belinda's Hair?
44          Yet if his Name you'd eternize
45          And must exalt him to the Skies:
46          Without a Star this may by done,
47          So TICKELL mourn'd his ADDISON. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
48             If Ann A's happy Reign you praise,
49          Pray not a word of Halcyon Days.
50          Nor let my Votaries show their Skill
51          In apeing Lines from Cooper's Hill;
52          For know I cannot bear to hear,
53          The Mimickry of deep yet clear. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
54             When e'er my Viceroy is address'd,
55          Against the Phoenix I protest.
56             When Poests soar in youthful Strians, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          No Phaeton to Hold the Reins.

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58             When you describe a lovely Girl,
59          No Lips of Coral Teeth of Pearl.
60             Cupid shall ne'er mistake another
61          However beauteous for his Mother:
62          Nor shall his Darts at random fly
63          From Magazeen [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in Calia's Eye.
64             with Women Compounds I am cloy'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
65          Which only pleaed in Biddy Floyd: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
66          For foreign Aid what need they roam,
67          Whom Fate has amply bless'd at home?
68          Unerring Heav'n, with bounteous Hand, [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note
69          Has form'd a Model for your Land;
70          Whom Jove endow'd with ev'ry Grace,
71          The Glory of the Granard Race;
72          Now destin'd, by the Powers divine,
73          The Blessing of another Line:
74          Then wou'd you [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note paint a matchless Dame,
75          Whom you'd consigne to endless Fame? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
76          Invoke not Citherea's Aid,
77          Nor borrow from the Blew-ey'd Maid,
78          Nor need you on the Graces call,
79          Take Qualities from DONEGAL.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: AN EPILOGUE,
To be spoke at the THEATRE-ROYAL This present Saturday being April the 1st. In the Behalf of the Distressed Weavers. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Stella's transcript; Manuscript Volume in the possession of the Duke of Bedford, Woburn Abbey. [Ref. Stella.]

[2]  An Epilogue [as above] ... Dublin Printed by J. W. Fo. Broadside.

[3]  An Epilogue, As it was spoke by Mr. Griffith at the Theatre-Royal On Saturday the First of April. In the Behalf of the Distressed Weavers.

[4]  [Printed on the verso of A Prologue, spoke by Mr. Elrington At the Theatre-Royal On Saturday the First of April. In the Behalf of the Distressed Weavers . ... Dublin Printed by John Harding.] Fo. Hf. sheet. [Ref. Hf. Sheet.]

[5]  An Epilogue: ... Limerick Printed by Andrew Welsh. Fo Broadside. St. James's Post, 10-12 April, 1721.

[6]  Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer, 15 April, 1721.

[7]  Gentleman's Journal, 15 April, 1721.

[8]  Weekly Journal, or Saturday's Post, 13 May, 1721.

[9]  Miscellanies, Written By Jonathan Swift, D.D. ... The Fourth Edition. London: Printed in the Year M.DCC.XXII. ... p. 192.

[10]  Miscellanies Poems, ... Published by Mr. Concanen, 1724, p. 208.

[11]  Miscellanies. The Last Volume, 1727. p. 283 (1731, p. 316; 1733, p. 316).

[12]  The Drapier's Miscellany. ... Dublin: Printed by and for James Hoey, ... 1733. p. 6. [Ref. 1733.]

[13]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 172 (1737, ii. 146). [Ref. F.]

[14]  The weaving indistry in Ireland had been severely crippled by English legislation; and, in the earlier part of 1721, unemployment, poverty, and suffering became acute. Distress in Dublin was also due to speculation in the South Sea funds. Archbishop King estimated that the number of families in the weaving trade in dire want was nearly seventeen hundred, and the number of persons six thousand (Corresp. iii. 75 n.2). The government ordered £ 100 for relief purposes; collections were made in the churches; and a play, realizing £ 73, was given for the benefit of distressed weavers. The play chosen for performance was Hamlet (Gentle man's Journal, 15 April, 1721). A special prologue and epilogue were written for the occasion.

[15]  The prologue, beginning 'Great Cry and Little Wool', was written by 2973.1



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[16]  Sheridan, the epilogue by Swift. Both exhorted ladies to the wearing of Irish woollen. An anonymous 'Answer' appeared, ridiculing the vain attempt to displace silk and cotton as materials of feminine attire. The 'Prologue', 'Epilogue', and 'Answer' were reprinted together by Concanen in 1724. Faulkner and London trade editions printed the 'Epilogue' only. Nichols, in his Supplement, 1779, reprinted the 'Prologue' and 'Answer'.

[17]  Sheridan's 'Prologue' and Swift's 'Epilogue' appeared, in the first instance, as folio broadsides, and also together on opposite sides of a folio half-sheet. They were almost immediately reprinted in several London newspapers. The St. James's Post and The Gentleman's Journal attributed the 'Epilogue' to Swift, although the broadside made no mention of the author. Concanen, also, assigned the pieces to Sheridan and Swift respectively.

[18]  The 'Epilogue' is one of the poems transcribed by Stella. She heads it 'Epilogue for the Weavers | Written A.D. 1721.'

[19]  The 'Prologue' was spoken by Thomas Elrington, for whom see D.N.B. xvii. 332. He flourished 1688-1732, was Deputy Master of the Revels, Steward of the King's Inns, and Chief of his Majesty's Company of Comedians in Ireland. The 'Epilogue' was spoken by Thomas Griffith, well known on the Dublin stage during the early part of the eighteenth century. In 1736, heavily in debt, he appealed to Swift for help (Corresp. v. 304).

[20]  The text is printed from the original broadside from which the Limerick broadside was reprinted.




21             Who dares affirm this is no pious age,
22          When Charity begins to tread the Stage: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          When Actors who at best are hardly Savers,
24          Will give a Night of Benefit to Weavers. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          Stay---But [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note let me see how finely will it Sound, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          Imprimis: From his Grace a [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Hundred pound. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          Peers, Clergy, Gentry, all are Benefactors;
28          And then Comes in the Item of the Actors.
29          Item the Actors, freely gave a Day,
30          The Poet had no more who made the Play. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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31             But whence this Wonderous Charity, in Play'rs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          They learnt it not [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note at Sermons or at pray'rs.
33          Under the Rose since here are none but friends;
34          To own the truth [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note we have some private Ends.
35          Since Waiting Women like Exacting Jades, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
36          Hold up the prices of their Old Brocades. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
37          We'll dress in Manufactures, made at home? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          Equip our Kings, and Generalls at the Comb. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
39          We'll [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Rigg in Meath-Street, Egypt's hauty Queen,
40          And Anthony shall Court her in Ratteen.
41          In blew shalloon, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note shall Hanniball be Clad,
42          And Scipio, trail an Irish purple Plad.
43          In Drugget drest of Thirteen [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Pence a Yard,
44          See Philip's Son amidst his Persian Guard;
45          And proud Roxana fir'd with jealous Rage,
46          With fifty Yards of Crape, shall sweep the Stage.
47          In short our Kings and Princesses within,
48          Are all resolv'd the Project to begin;
49          And you, our Subjects, when you here resort,
50          Must Imitate the Fashion of the Court.

51             O! Cou'd I see this Audience Clad in Stuff,
52          Tho' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Moneys scarce we shou'd have Trade enough;
53          But Chints, Brocades, and Lace take all away, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
54          And scarce a Crown is left to see the Play: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
55          Perhaps you wonder whence this Friendship Springs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
56          Between the Weavers and us Play-House Kings.

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57          But Wit and Weaving had the same beginning,
58          Pallas first taugh[t] us Poetry and Spinning;
59          And next Observe how this Alliance fits, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
60          For Weavers now are just as poor as Wits;
61          Their Brother Quill-Men Workers for the Stage,
62          For sorry Stuff, can get a Crown a Page;
63          But Weavers will be Kinder to the Players,
64          And Sell for Twenty Pence a Yard [of] theirs;
65          And to your knowledge there is often less in,
66          The Poets Wits, than in the Players Dressing. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: THE JOURNAL. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Journal. [? 1721] Broadside.

[2]  Baker's News; or, the Whitehall Journal, January, 1722-3.

[3]  The Weekly Journal; or, British Gazetteer, 19 January, 1722-3.

[4]  Manuscript copy, in an unidentified hand, sent to Lady Giffard from Ireland, and endorsed by Lady Giffard, 'Dr. Swift's Verses'. Now in the possession of the Rev. John Longe, Yelverton Rectory, Norfolk. [Ref. G.]

[5]  Miscellanea. The Second Volume ... London: Printed in the Year, 1727. p. 85.

[6]  Gulliveriana, 1728, p. 13.

[7]  Miscellanies. The Third Volume, 1732, p. 20.

[8]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 174 (1737, ii. 156). [Ref. F.]

[9]  Miscellanies, 1742, iv. 226.

[10]  From June to October, in 1721 (Letters of Swift to Ford, ed. Nichol Smith, pp. 93, 95 n. 1), Swift was staying at Gaulstown House, which lay between the twon of Trim and Woodbrooke, the seat of Knightley Chetwode, to whom, possibly, was due his introduction to Baron Rochfort, the owner of Gaulstown. Robert Rochfort (for whom see also D.N.B. xlix. 74), a member of the Irish Bar, was, after the accession of William, chosen a commissioner of the Great Seal of Ireland, and accompanied the King from London to the Boyne (Corresp. ii. 257 n. 6). Disapproving, however, of concessions to the Roman Catholics, he went into opposition.



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[11]  In 1695 he became Attorney-General of Ireland, and Speaker of the Irish House of Commons. From 1707 to 1714 he was Chief Baron of the Exchequer; but, as a strong Tory, was deprived of this office on the accession of George I.

[12]  Gaulstown House, which has now been replaced was given by Lord Chief Baron Rochfort to his eldest son, George, on that son's marriage to Lady Betty Moore, youngest daughter of the Earl of Drogheda. It is not impossible that to her Swift addressed his Letter to a very young Lady on her Marriage (Prose Works, ed. Temple Scott, xi. 114). The interchange of verses was a favourite amusement between Swift, George, and the younger son John Rochfort (see pp. 965 ff.).

[13]  Gaulstown House was satirically described in verses written by Delany, and printed in Whartoniana, 1727, i. 30.

[14]  'The Journal', and later, 'A Soldier and a Scholar', 1732, led to some criticism of Swift for abusing the hospitality of his friends (Corresp. iii. 141; iv. 303). In Gulliveriana, pp. 11, 12, 20, Swift, as 'Dean Celer', is attacked for repaying 'so rudely, the Hospitality of his Friend'. A broadside poem (n.p. or d.) called 'A Letter of Advice to the Revd. D---r D---la---y', has the lines:
If you presume too far, you miss that end, For the like Cause lost Sw---t his Galls-twon Friend.
Percival, Dean of Emly, was, not unnaturally, nettled at Swift's description of himself and his wife in 'The Journal', and retorted with 'A Description In Answer to the Journal', which appeared in Dublin, 1722, on the verso of a half-sheet, on the recto of which Swift's poem was printed. 'A Description' was reprinted by Scott, Works 1814, i. 272 n.

[15]  Swift's poem, descriptive of Gaulstown and the house-party, during his stay there in 1721, was probably composed in the autumn towards the end of his visit (see line 51). It is possible, however, that the printed broadside did not appear till the following year, for it was not reprinted in the London newspapers till January, 1723. Faulkner says, 'Written in the YEAR 1723'

[16]  In the broadside edition the title of the poem is 'The Journal'; and this title is followed in Curll's Miscellanea 1727, and in Gulliveriana, 1728, In the Pope and Swift Miscellanies volume of 1732 the title becomes 'The Country Life', and this title is followed in the Bathurst and trade editions. Faulkner, 1735, called the poem 'The Part of a Summer, at the House of George Rochfort, Esq;'.

[17]  In the possession of the Rev. John Longe at Yelverton Rectory, Norfolk, are a number of papers which have come down from Sir William Temple's family. Among them is a transcript of this peom, not in Swift's hand. The manuscript is folded. On the back is written 'To the Lady Giffard', together with an endorsement, 'Dr. Swift's Verses', apparently in Lady Giffard's hand. Swift broke off all intercourse with Lady Giffard in 1709, in consequence of a difference which sprang up between them after the publication of the third part of Temple's Memoirs. At a later date, when

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Swift was in London, she made advances, but only to be repulsed. It is not improbable, however, that the transcript of the poem reached her from Ireland.

[18]  This is one of the poems corrected by Swift in his own copy of the Miscellanies, 1727-32. His corrections number seven, and are marked 'S' in the apparatus.

[19]  The text is printed from the broadside edition.



20          Thalia, tell in sober Lays,
21          How George, Nim, Dan, Dean pass their Days; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          And shou'd our Galls-town Wit grow fallow, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23          Yet, Neget quis Carmina Gallo. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24          Here (by the Way) by Gallus mean I,
25          Not Sheridan, but friend Delany.
26          Begin, my Muse, first from our Bowers, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
27          We issue forth at different Hours;
28          At Seven, the Dean in Night-gown drest,
29          Goes round the House to wake the rest:
30          At Nine, grave Nim and George Facetious,
31          Go to the Dean to read Lucretius. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          At Ten, my Lady [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note comes and Hectors,
33          And kisses George, and ends or Lectures:

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34          And when [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note she has him by the Neck fast,
35          Hawls him, and scolds us down to Breakfast.
36          We squander there an Hour and [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note more,
37          And then all hands, Boys, to the Oar
38          All, Heteroclit [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dan except, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
39          Who neither [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note time nor order kept.
40          But by peculiar Whimseys drawn,
41          Peeps in the Ponds to look for Spawn:
42          O'er sees [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Work, or Dragon rowes, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
43          Or spoils a Text, or mends his Hose. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
44          Or---but proceed we in our Journal,
45          At Two or after we return all,
46          From the four Elements assembling,
47          Warn'd by the Bell, all Flocks [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note come trembling,
48          From Airy Garrets some descend,
49          Some from the Lakes remotest end.
50          My Lord [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Dean, the Fire forsake; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
51          Dan leaves the Earthly Spade and Rake,
52          The Loyt'res quake, no Corner [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note hides them,
53          And Lady Betty soundly chides them.
54          Now Water's brought, and Dinner [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note done,
55          With Church and King, the Lady's gone;
56          Not reckoning half an hour we pass, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          In talking ore a moderate Glass.
58          Dan growing drowsy like a Thief,
59          Steals off to dose away his Beef,

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60          And this must pass for reading Hammond: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
61          While George, and Dean, go back to Gammon. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
62          George, Nim and Dean, set out at Four,
63          And then again, Boys, to the Oar.
64          But when the Sun goes to the Deep,
65          Not to disturb him in his Sleep;
66          Or make a rumbling o'er his Head,
67          His Candle out, and he a Bed. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
68          We watch his Motions to a Minute,
69          And leave [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Flood when he goes in it:
70          Now stinted in the short'ning [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Day,
71          We go to Pray'rs, and then to play
72          Till Supper comes, and after that,
73          We sit an hour to drink and chat.
74          'Tis late, the old and younger Pairs,
75          By Adam [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note lighted walk up [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note stairs:
76          The weary [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dean goes to his Chamber,
77          And Nim and Dan to Garret [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note clamber:
78          So when this Circle we have run,
79          The Curtain falls, and we have [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note done.
80          I might have mention'd several facts, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
81          Like Episodes between the Acts;
82          And tell [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note who loses, and who wins,
83          Who gets a Cold, who break [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
84          How Dan caught nothing [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in his Net,
85          And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Notehow [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Boat was over set,

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86          For brevity I have retrench'd,
87          How in the Lake [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Dean was drench'd: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
88          It would be an Exploit to brag on,
89          How Valiant George rode o'er the Dragon;
90          How steady in the Sterne he sat, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
91          And sav'd his Oar, but lost his Hat.
92          How Nim, no Hunter 'ere could match him, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
93          Still brings us [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Hares when he can catch them:
94          How skilfully Dan mends his Nets,
95          How Fortune fails him when he sets:
96          Or how the Dean delights to vex
97          The Ladys, or [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Lampoon the Sex. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
98          I might have told how oft [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dean Per---l [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note
99          Displays his Pedantry unmerciful, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
100        How haughtily he lifts his Nose,
101        To tell what ev'ry School Boy knows:
102        And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note with his Finger on his Thumb,
103        Explaining [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note strikes opposers Dumb;

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104        And [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note how his Wife that Female Pedant,
105        But now there need no more be said on't, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
106        Shews all her Secrets of House keeping,
107        For Candles, how she trucks her Driping;
108        Was forc'd to send three Miles for Yest,
109        To brew her Ale, and raise her Paste:
110        Tells ev'ry thing that you [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note can think of,
111        How she cur'd Charley [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note of the Chincough; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
112        What gave her Brats [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Pigs the Meazles,
113        And how her Doves were kill'd by Weezles:
114        How Jowler howl'd, and what a fright
115        She had with [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dreams the other Night.
116        But now, since I have gone so far on, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
117        A word or two of Lord Chief Baron;
118        And tell how little weight he sets,
119        On all Whig Papers, and Gazets:
120        But for the Politicks of Pue, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
121        Thinks ev'ry Syllable is true;
122        And since he owns the King of Sweden [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
123        Is dead at last without evading. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
124        Now all his hopes are in the Czar,
125        Why [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Muscovy is not so far,
126        Down the black Sea, and up the Streights,
127        And in a Month he's at your [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Gates:
128        Perhaps from what the [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Packet brings,
129        By Christmas we shall see strange things. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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130        Why shou'd I tell of Ponds and Drains, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
131        What Carps we met [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note with for our pains:
132        Of Sparrows tam'd, of [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Nuts innumerable,
133        To Choak the Girls, or consume [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Rabble;
134        But you, who are a Scholar, know
135        How transient all things [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note are below:
136        How prone to change [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note in human life,
137        Last Night arriv'd Clem [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and his Wife.
138        This Grand Event half [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note broke our Measures,
139        Their Reign began with cruel Seizures;
140        The Dean must with his Quilt supply,
141        The Bed in which these Tyrants lie:
142        Nim lost his Wig-block, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Dan his Jordan,
143        My Lady says she can't afford one; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
144        George is half scar'd out of his Wits,
145        For Clem gets all the dainty [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note bits.
146        Henceforth expect a different survey,
147        This House will soon turn topsy turvey;
148        They talk of further Alterations,
149        Which causes many Speculations.


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Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A quibbling ELEGY on the Worshipful Judge BOAT. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 331 (1737, ii. 167).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 43 (1736, v. 43; 1745, v. 52).

[3]  Godfrey Boate, a Judge of the King's Bench, was joined in 1720 with Lord Chief Justice Whitshed in the trial of Edward Waters, the printer of Swift's pamphlet, A Proposal for the Universal Use of Irish Manufactures (see p. 236). He would, therefore, incur Swift's hostility. Dr. Ball (Swift's Verse, p. 164) suggests, further, that 'the origin of the satire is possibly to be found in the fact that Boate was connected with Swift's great friend Knightly Chetwode, through Chetwode's wife, and as in his will he recommends his executor to compel Chetwode to make a settlement, it may be opined that their relations were not too cordial'. Through her mother Mrs. Chetwode was a niece of Judge Boate.

[4]  Boate died in 1721; his will was proved on November the 17th; the composition of Swift's elegy may be placed in the latter part of the year. Faulkner, who first printed the poem, assigned it to 1723, which is unlikely to be correct.

[5]  The text is printed from Faulkner's edition of the Works, 1735.




6            To mournful Ditties, Clio, change thy Note,
7            Since cruel Fate hath sunk our Justice Boat; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
8            Why should he sink where nothing seem'd to press?
9            His Lading little, and his Ballast less.
10          Tost in the Waves of this tempestuous World,
11          At length, his Anchor fixt, and Canvas furl'd,
12          To Lazy-Hill retiring from his Court,
13          At his Ring's-End [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note he founders in the Port.
14          With Water fill'd he could no longer float, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          The common Death of many a stronger Boat.

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16             A Post so fill'd, on Nature's Laws entrenches;
17          Benches on Boats are plac't, not Boats on Benches.
18          And yet our Boat, how shall I reconcile it?
19          Was both a Boat, and in one Sense a Pilat. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          With ev'ry Wind he sail'd, and well could tack:
21          Had many Pendents, but abhor'd a Jack. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
22          He's gone, although his Friends began to hope
23          That he might yet be lifted by a Rope.

24             Behold the awful Bench on which he sat,
25          He was as hard, and pond'rous Wood at that:
26          Yet, when his Sand was out, we find at last,
27          That, Death has overset him with a Blast.
28          Our Boat is now sail'd to the Stygian Ferry,
29          There to supply old Charon's leaky Wherry:
30          Charon in him will ferry Souls to Hell;
31          A Trade, our Boat had practic'd here so well. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          And, Cerberus hath ready in his Paws,
33          Both Pitch and Brimstone to fill up his Flaws;
34          Yet, spight of Death and Fate, I here maintain
35          We may place Boat in his old Post again.
36          The Way is thus; and well deserves your Thanks:
37          Take the three strongest of his broken Planks,
38          Fix them on high, conspicuous to be seen,
39          Form'd like the Triple-Tree near Stephen's-Green; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
40          And, when we view it thus, with Thief at End on't,
41          We'll cry; look, here's our Boat, and there's the Pendent.

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The EPITAPH.



42          Here lies Judge Boat within a Coffin.
43          Pray gentle-Folks forbear your Scoffing.
44          A Boat a Judge! yes, where's the Blunder? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          A wooden Judge is no such Wonder.
46          And in his Robes, you must agree,
47          No Boat was better deckt than He.
48          'Tis needless to describe him fuller.
49          In short, he was an able Sculler. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The BANK thrown down. To an Excellent New TUNE. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Although this ballad has not hitherto been included in any edition of Swift's works there seems good reason to believe that it came from his hand. His opposition to proposals for the establishment of a National Bank in Ireland has been stated on p. 242. 'The Bank thrown down' is certainly not unworthy of him; the movement and style are reminiscent of his manner; the references to Demar and the South Sea are suggestive; and it was printed as a broadside by Harding. Ball (Swift's Verse, p. 164) accepted the ballad as undoubtedly by Swift. It is therefore here printed, with some hesitation, as probably authentic.

[2]  The ballad evidently belongs to December, 1721, when the scheme for a National Bank was finally rejected by both Houses of the Irish Parliament, or to the beginning of 1722.

[3]  The text is given as it appears on the original broadside, copies of which may be found in the British Museum, 839. m. 23 (93); Trinity College, Dublin, Press A. 7. 6 (2); the Gilbert Collection, Dublin, Newenham Pamphlets, 1 (28).




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4            Pray, what is this BANK of which the Town Rings?
5            The BANKS of a River I know are good Things,
6            But a Pox o' those BANKS that choak up the SPRINGS.
7               Some Mischief is Brewing, the Project smells Rank,
8               To shut out the River by raising the BANK.

9            The DAMS and the WEIRS must all be your own,
10          You get all the FISH, and others get none,
11          We look for a SALMON, you leave us a stone.
12             But Thanks to the HOUSE, the Projectors look blank,
13             And Thanks to the MEMBERS that Kickt down the
14                BANK.

15          This BANK is to make us New Paper Mill,
16          This Paper they say, by the Help of a Quill,
17          The whole Nations Pockets with Money will fill.
18             But we doubt that our Purses will quickly grow lank,
19             If nothing but Paper comes out of this BANK.

20          'Tis happy to see the whole Kingdom in Rags,
21          For Rags will make Paper, and Pa-ba-ba-brags,
22          This Paper will soon make us richer than Crags. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
23             From a bo-bo-bo-Boy he pursues his old Hank,
24             And now he runs mad for a ba-ba-ba-BANK.

25          Oh! then but to see how the Beggars will Vapour,
26          For Beggars have Rags and Rags will make Paper,
27          And Paper makes Money, and what can be cheaper?
28             Methinks I now see them so jovial and crank,
29             And riding on Horseback to Hell and the BANK.

30          But the Cobler was angry, and swore he had rather
31          As they did in old Times, make Money of Leather,
32          For then he could Coyn and could Cobble together;
33             And then he could pay for the Liquor he drank
34             With the Scrap of a Sole, and a Fig for the BANK.

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35          By a Parliament Man when the Farmer was told,
36          That Paper would quickly be dearer than Gold,
37          He wonder'd for how much an Inch 'twould be Sold:
38             Then Plodding, he thought on a whimsical Prank
39             To turn to small Money a Bill on the BANK.

40          For nicely computing the Price by Retail,
41          He found he could purchase Two Tankards of Ale
42          With a Scrap of Bank Paper the Breadth of his Nail;
43             But the Tapster well Cudgell'd him both Side and Flank,
44             And made him to Curse the poor innocent BANK.

45          The Ghost of old D---mer, who left not his Betters, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          When it heard of a BANK appear'd to his Debtors,
47          And lent them for Money the Backs of his Letters:
48             His Detors they wonder'd to find him so frank,
49          For Old Nick gave the Papers the Mark of the BANK.

50          In a Chancery Bill your Attorney engages,
51          For so many Six-pences, so many Pages,
52          But Six-pence a Letter is monstrous high Wages:
53             Those that dropt in the South-Sea discover'd this Plank,
54             By which they might Swimmingly land on a BANK.

55          But the Squire he was cunning and found what they meant,
56          That a Pack of sly Knaves should get fifty per Cent,
57          While his Tenants in Paper must pay him his Rent:
58             So for their Quack-Bills he knows whom to thank,
59             For those are but Quacks, who mount on a BANK.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: The Progress of Marriage. Jany. 1721-2 [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Swift's autograph; Forster Collection, South Kensington (No. 517). Works of Jonathan Swift, ed. Deane Swift, 1765, 4to, viii (2), 218; 8vo, xvi. 343. [Ref. 1765.] Faulkner, 1765, xiii. 346. [Ref. F.]

[2]  What appears to be the first draft of this poem, with many corrections and interlineations, is preserved in the Forster collection. It is written on three folded half-sheets. The wrapper is blank on the inner side. On the front recto Swift has written the title and date: 'Progress of Marriage Jan. 1721-2.' On the back verso of wrapper the title appears twice and the date once. The text of the poem occupies eight pages. An attempt has been made, so far as is possible apart form facsimile reproductions, to present the author's corrections.

[3]  The marriage satirized was that of Dean Pratt to Lady Philippa Hamilton. Pratt died 5 Dec., 1721. He had only been married about twelve months. Writing to Knightley Chetwode, 9 Dec., 1721, Swift comments on Pratt's intention of setting up town and country establishments, and 'great equipages'. He adds, 'What a ridiculous thing is man' (Corresp. iii. 108).

[4]  Benjamin Pratt entered Trinity College, Dublin, while Swift was an undergraduate there. He was a man of considerable fortune, was elected a fellow, and became Provost in 1710. He was accomplished and possessed musical tastes (Delany, Observations, p. 190). In 1717 he was appointed Dean of Down. About a year before his death he married Philippa, daughter of the sixth Earl of Abercorn. He was fond of society, something of a bon vivant, and incurred criticism for spending too much of his time in London instead of attending to his duties as Provost. Swift was on friendly terms with him. See also pp. 966 n., 1099.

[5]  The poem is here given from Swift's manuscript draft. The printed version of Deane Swift, 1765, shows no striking variants.




6                [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteÆtatis suæ fifty two
7            A rich Divine began to woo [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
8            A handsome young imperious Girl
9            Nearly related to an Earl. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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10          Her Parents and her Friends consent, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
11          The Couple to the Temple went:
12          They first invite the Cyprian Queen, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
13          'Twas answerd, she would not be seen.
14          The Graces next, and all the Muses [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
15          Were bid in form, but sent Excuses:
16          Juno attended at the Porch
17          With farthing Candle for a Torch,
18          While Mistress Iris held her Train,
19          The faded Bow distilling Rain. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
20          Then Hebe came and took her Place
21          But showed no more than half her Face
22          Whate'er these [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note dire fore-bodings meant,
23          In Mirth the wedding-day was spent. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
24          The Wedding-day, you take me right, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
25          I promise nothing for the Night: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
26          The Bridegroom dresst, to make a Figure,
27          Assumes an artificiall Vigor;
28          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteA flourisht [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Night-cap on, to grace
29          His ruddy, wrinckled, smirking [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Face,
30          Like the faint red upon a Pippin [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
31          Half wither'd by a Winters keeping. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32             And, thus set out this happy Pair,
33          The Swain is rich, the Nymph is fair;
34          But, which I gladly would forget, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
35          The Swain is old, the Nymph Coquette.
36          Both from the Goal together start;
37          Scarce run a Step before they part; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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38          No common Ligament that binds
39          The various Textures of their Minds,
40          Their Thoughts, and Actions, Hopes, and Fears,
41          Less corresponding than their Years.
42          Her Spouse desires his Coffee soon, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
43          She rises to her Tea at noon.
44          While He goes out to cheapen Books, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
45          She at [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note the Glass consults her Looks [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
46          While Betty's buzzing at her Ear,
47          Lord, what a Dress these Parsons wear, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
48          So odd a Choice, how could she make,
49          wish't him a Coll'nell for her Sake. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
50          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteThen on her fingers Ends she counts
51          Exact to what his Age amounts,
52          The Dean, she heard her Uncle say
53          Is fifty, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note if he be a Day; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
54          His ruddy Cheeks are no Disguise; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
55          You see the Crows feet round his Eyes.
56          At one she rambles to the Shops [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
57          To cheapen Tea, and talk with Fops.
58          Or calls a Councel of her Maids
59          And Tradesmen, to compare Brocades.
60          Her weighty Morning Bus'ness o'er
61          Sits down to Dinner just at four;
62          Minds nothing that is done or said,
63          Her ev'ning Work to fills her Head;
64          The Dean, Who us'd to dine at one,
65          Is maukish, and his Stomach gone;
66          In threed-bare Goun, would scarce a louse hold,
67          Looks like the Chaplain of the Houshold, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
68          Beholds her from the Chaplain's Place
69          In French brocades and Flanders Lace; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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70          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteHe wonders what employs her Brain;
71          But never asks, or asks in vain;
72          His Mind is full of other Cares,
73          And in the sneaking Parsons Airs
74          Computes, that half a Parish Dues
75          Will hardly find his Wife in Shoes.
76          Canst thou imagine, dull Divine, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
77          'Twill gain her Love to make her fine?
78          Hath she no other wants beside?
79          You raise Desire as well as Pride, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
80          Enticing Coxcombs to adore,
81          And teach her to despise thee more
82          If in her Coach she'll condescend [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
83          To place him at the hinder End [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
84          Her Hoop is hoist above his Nose,
85          His odious Goun would soil her Cloaths, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
86          And drops him at the Church, to pray
87          While she drives on to see the Play.
88          He like an orderly Divine
89          Comes home a quarter after nine, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
90          And meets her hasting to the Ball,
91          Her Chairmen push him from the Wall:
92          He enters in, and walks up Stairs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
93          And calls the Family to Prayrs, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
94          [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteThen goes alone to take his Rest
95          In bed, where he can spare her best.
96          At five the Footmen make a Din,
97          Her Ladyship is just come in,
98          The Masquerade began at two,
99          She stole away with much ado,
100        And shall be chid this afternoon
101        for leaving company so soon; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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102        she'll say, and she may truly say't [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
103        She can't abide to stay out late. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

104           But now, though scarce a twelvemonth marry'd,
105        His Lady has twelve times miscarry'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
106        The Cause, alas, is quickly guesst, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
107        The Town has whisper'd round the Jest:
108        Think on some Remedy in time
109        You find His Rev'rence past his Prime, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
110        Already dwindled to a Lath;
111        No other way but try the Bath:
112           For Venus rising from the Ocean
113        Infus'd a strong prolifick Potion,
114        That mixt with Achelous Spring, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
115        The horned Floud, as Poets sing:
116        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteWho with an English Beauty smitten
117        Ran under Ground from Greece to Brittain,
118        The genial Virtue with him brought,
119        And gave the Nymph a plenteous Draught;
120        Then fled, and left his Horn behind
121        For Husbands past their Youth to find;
122        The Nymph who still with Passion burnd,
123        Was to a boiling Fountain turn'd,
124        Where Chidless wives crowd ev'ry morn
125        To drink in Achilous' [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Horn. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
126        And here the Father often gains
127        That Title by anothers Pains. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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128           Hither, though much against his [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note Grain, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
129        The Dean has carry'd Lady Jane
130        He for a while would not consent,
131        But vow'd his Money all was spent;
132        His Money spent! a clownish Reason? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
133        And, must my Lady slip her Season?
134        The Doctor with a double Fee
135        Was brib'd to make the Dean agree
136           Here, all Diversions of the Place
137        Are proper in my Lady's Case
138        [Side note: 1Kb] Open NoteWith which she patiently complyes,
139        Merely because her Friends advise;
140        His Money and her Time employs
141        In musick, Raffling-rooms, and Toys,
142        Or in the cross-bath [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note seeks an Heir
143        Since others oft have found one there;
144        Where if the Dean by chance appears [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
145        It shames his Cassock and his Years [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
146        He keeps his Distance in the Gallery
147        Till banisht by some Coxcombs Raillery;
148        For, it would [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note his Character Expose
149        To bath among the Belles and Beaux.

150           So have I seen within a Pen
151        Young Ducklings, fostered by a Hen;
152        But when let out, they run and muddle
153        As Instinct leads them, in a Puddle; [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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154        The sober Hen not born to swim
155        With mournful Note clocks [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note round the Brim. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

156           The Dean with all his best Endeavour [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
157        Gets not an Heir, but gets a Feaver;
158        A Victim to the last Essays
159        Of Vigor in declining Days.
160        He dyes, and leaves his mourning Mate
161        (What could he less,) his whole Estate. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Side note: 1Kb] Open Note

162           The Widow goes through all her Forms;
163        New Lovers now will come in Swarms.
164        Oh, may I see her soon dispensing
165        Her Favors to some broken Ensign [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
166        Him let her Marry for his Face,
167        And only Coat of tarnish't Lace;
168        To turn her Naked out of Doors,
169        And spend her Joynture on his Whores:
170        But for a parting Present leave her
171        A rooted Pox to last for ever. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: A SATIRICAL ELEGY On the Death of a late FAMOUS GENERAL. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  The Gentleman's Magazine, xxxiv. 244, May, 1764. [Ref. G.M.]

[2]  Works of Jonathan Swift, ed. Deane Swift, 1765, 4to, viii (2), 205; 8vo, xvi. 327.

[3]  Faulkner, 1765, xiii. 333.



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[4]  This ungenerous attack on Marlborough appears first to have been printed in The Gentleman's Magazine, 1764. It was included in the Works by Deane Swift in the following year. The Gentleman's Magazine copy may have been obtained from Deane Swift.

[5]  The Duke died on the 16th of June, 1722. For Swift's attitude towards Marlborough see notes introductory to 'the Fable of Midas', p. 155.

[6]  The text of the poem is given as printed by Deane Swift.




7            His Grace! impossible! what dead!
8            Of old age too, and in his bed!
9            And could that Mighty Warrior fall? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
10          And so inglorious, after all!
11          Well, since He's gone, no matter how,
12          The last loud trump must wake him now:
13          And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
14          He'd [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note wish to sleep a little longer.
15          And could he be indeed so old
16          As by the news-papers we're told? [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
17          Threescore, I think, is pretty high;
18          'Twas time in conscience he should die.
19          This world he cumber'd long enough;
20          He burnt his candle to the snuff;
21          And that's the reason, some folks think,
22          He left behind so great a s---k.
23          Behold his funeral appears,
24          Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears,
25          Wont at such times each heart to pierce,
26          Attend the progress of his herse.
27          But what of that, his friends may say,
28          He had those honours in his day.
29          True to his profit and his pride,
30          He made them weep before he dy'd.

31             Come hither, all ye empty things,
32          Ye bubbles rais'd by breath of Kings;
33          Who float upon the tide of state,
34          Come hither, and behold your fate.

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35          Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
36          How very mean a thing's a Duke;
37          From all his ill-got honours flung,
38          Turn'd to that dirt from whence he sprung.




Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745: Upon the horrid Plot discovered by Harlequin the B---of R---'s French Dog.
In a Dialogue between a Whig and a Tory. Written in the Year 1722. [from The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937)]


[1]  Faulkner, 1735, ii. 409 (1737, ii. 161).

[2]  Miscellanies, ... Volume the Fifth, 1735, p. 197 (1736, v. 201; 1745, v. 44).

[3]  Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, was in 1722 committed to the Tower, charged with plotting for the restoration of the Stuarts. He was deprived of his ecclesiastical offices and banished the kingdom.

[4]  Towards the end of chapter vi, Part III of Gulliver's Travels, Swift ridicules the proceedings brought against Atterbury, and, in particular, the attempt to extract secret meanings from his correspondence. 'Artists of Dexterity' in this practice, Swift suggests, may read a reference to 'a lame Dog' to mean 'an Invader'. Atterbury received from France the present of a dog which had its leg broken on the journey. It was mentioned under feigned names in his correspondence. The poem also refers to this incident. See The Weekly Journal: or, British Gazetteer, I Sept., and The Freeholder's Journal, 5 Sept., 1722, which contain references to Atterbury's examination.

[5]  The poem was first printed by Faulkner in vol. ii of his edition of the Works, 1735. When vol. v of the Pope and Swift Miscellanies was printing in London in the same year it was at first either overlooked or withheld for political reasons. It does not appear in the table of contents to the volume, and is printed on two supplemental leaves at the end of the verse and just before the prose section. These leaves are signed [O 3] and [O 4], pp. 197-200, following upon O 3 and O 4, pp. 197-200.

[6]  The text follows Faulkner's edition of 1735.




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7            I Ask'd a Whig the other Night,
8            How came this wicked Plot to Light: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
9            He answer'd, that a Dog of late
10          Inform'd a Minister of State. [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
11          Said I, from thence I nothing know;
12          For, are not all Informers so?
13          A Villain, who his Friend betrays,
14          We style him by no other Phrase;
15          And so a perjur'd Dog denotes
16          Porter, and Prendergast, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note and Oates. [Footnote: 2Kb] Open Note
17          And forty others I could name--- [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
Whig.
18          But you must know this Dog was lame.
Tory.
19          A weighty Argument indeed;
20          Your Evidence was lame. Proceed:
21          Come, help your lame Dog o'er the Style.
Whig.
22          Sir, you mistake me all this while:
23          I mean a Dog, without a Joke,
24          Can howl, and bark, but never spoke.
Tory.
25          I'm still to seek which Dog you mean;
26          Whether Curr Plunket, or Whelp Skean, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note

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27          An English or an Irish Hound;
28          Or t'other Puppy that was drown'd, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
29          Or Mason [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note that abandon'd Bitch: [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
30          Then pray be free, and tell me which:
31          For, ev'ry Stander-by was marking [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
32          That all the Noise they made was barking:
33          You pay them well; the Dogs have got
34          Their Dogs-heads in a Porridge-pot:
35          And 'twas but just; for, wise Men say,
36          That, every Dog must have his Day.
37          Dog W---laid a Quart of Nog on't, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note
38          He'd either make a Hog or Dog on't,
39          And look't since he has got his Wish,
40          As if he had thrown down a Dish.
41          Yet, this I dare foretel you from it,
42          He'll soon return to his own Vomit.
Whing.
43          Besides, this horrid Plot was found
44          By Neno [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note after he was drown'd.
Tory.
45          Why then the Proverb is not right,
46          Since you can teach dead Dogs to bite.
Whig.
47          I prov'd my Proposition full:
48          But, Jacobites are strangely dull.
49          Now, let me tell you plainly, Sir,
50          Our Witness is a real Curr,
51          A Dog of Spirit for his Years,
52          Has twice two Legs, two hanging Ears;

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53          His Name is Harlequin, [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note I wot,
54          And that's a Name in ev'ry Plot:
55          Resolv'd to save the British Nation,
56          Though French by Birth and Education:
57          His Correspondence plainly dated,
58          Was all decypher'd, and translated.
59          His Answers were exceeding pretty
60          Before the secret wise Committee;
61          Confess't as plain as he [Footnote: 1Kb] Open Note could bark;
62          Then with his Fore-foot set his Mark.
Tory.