SATIRE VI.

The first Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr. SWIFT; the latter Part added afterwards.

'VE often wifh'd that I had clear

I'VE

For life, fix hundred pounds a year,
A handfome Houfe to lodge a Friend,
A River at my garden's end,
A Terras-waik, and half a Rood
Of Land, fet out to plant a Wood.

Well, now I have all this and more,

I afk not to encrease my store;

But here a Grievance feems to lie,

All this is mine but till I die;

I can't but think 'twould found more clever,

To me and to my Heirs for ever.

If I ne'er got or loft a groat,

By any Trick, or any Fault;
And if I pray by Reason's rules,

And not like Forty other Fools:

As thus, "Vouchfafe, oh Gracious Maker!

"To grant me this and t'other Acre:

"Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure,

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"Direct my Plow, to find a Treasure:" 20

Hercule: fi, quod adeft, gratum juvat: hac

te oro,

prece

Pingue pecus domino facias, et caetera praeter
Ingenium; utque foles, cuftos mihi maximus adfis.
Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex Urbe re-
movi,

Quid prius illuftrem Satiris Mufaque pedestri ?
Nec mala me ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Auster,
Autumnufque gravis, Libitinae quaeftus acerbae.
Matutine pater, feu Jane libentius audis,
Unde homines operum primos vitaeque labores
Inftituunt, (fic Dis placitum) tu carminis efto
Principium: Romac fponforem me rapis: Eia,
Ne prior officio quifquam refpondeat, urgue:
Sive Aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem

But only what my Station fits,

And to be kept in my right wits.
• Preferve, Almighty Providence!
Just what you gave me, Competence:
And let me in these shades compofe
Something in Verfe as true as Profe;

Remov'd from all th' Ambitious Scene,

‹ Nor puff'd by Pride, nor funk by Spleen.' In short, I'm perfectly content,

Let me but live on this fide Trent;

Nor cross the Channel twice a year,

To spend fix Months with Statesmen here.
I muft by all means come to town,
"Tis for the fervice of the Crown.

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"Lewis, the Dean will be of use,

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Send for him up, take no excuse.”

The toil, the danger of the Seas;
Great Minifters ne'er think of these;

Or let it cost five hundred pound,

No matter where the money's found,

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It is but fo much more in debt,

And that they ne'er confider'd yet.

"Good Mr. Dean go change your gown, “Let my Lord know you're come to town.

Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire neceffe eft.

Poftmodo, quod mi obfit, clare certumque lo

cuto,

Luctandum in turba, et facienda injuria tardis. Quid tibi vis, infane? et quas res agis? improbus

urguet

Iratis precibus. tu pulfes omne quod obftat,
Ad Maecenatem memori fi mente recurras.

Hoc juvat, et melli eft; ne mentiar. at simul

atras

Ventum eft Efquilias ; aliena negotia centum

Per caput, et circa faliunt latus. Ante fecundam

I hurry me in hafte away,

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Not thinking it is Levee-day;

And find his Honour in a Pound,

Hemm'd by a triple Circle round,
Checquer'd with Ribbons blue and

green:

How should I thruft myfelf between?
Some Wag obferves me thus perplext,

And fmiling, whispers to the next,

"I thought the Dean had been too proud, To juftle here among a croud."

Another in a furly fit,

Tells me I have more Zeal than Wit,

"So eager to express your love,

you shove,

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You ne'er confider whom "But rudely prefs before a Duke." I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke,

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And take it kindly meant to show
What I defire the World should know.

I get a whisper, and withdraw; When twenty Fools I never faw Come with Petitions fairly penn'd, Defiring I would stand their friend.

This, humbly offers me his Cafe--

That, begs my int'reft for a Place--

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