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DEAN They lie open on purpose on counters and stalls, And the titles I view, when I shine on the walls. . But a comrade of yours, that traitor Delany, 25 Whom I, for your fake, love better than any, And of my mere motion, and special good grace, Intended in time to succeed in your place, On Tuerday the tenth seditiously came With a certain false traitress, one Stella by name, 30 To the deanery house, and on the north glass, Where, for fear of the cold, I never can pass, Then and there, zi et armis, with a certain utensil, Of value five shillings, in English a pencil, Did maliciously, falsely, and trait'roufly write, 35 Whilt Stella aforesaid stood by with a light *. My lifter has lately depos'd upon oath, That Me ftopt in her course to look at them both: That Stella was helping, abetting, and aiding ; And fill as he writ, stood smiling and reading: 40 That her eyes were as bright as myself at noonday, But her gracetil black locks were mingled with grey; And by the deliription I certainly know, 'Tis the nymph that I courted some ten years ago ; Wbom when I with the best of

my talents endu'd 45 On her promise of yielding, the acted the prude: That some verses were writ with felonious intent, Direct to the north, where I never went: That the letters appear'd reverse thro’ the pane, But in Stella's bright eyes they were plac'd right again; Wherein the distinctly could read ev'ry line, 51 And presently guess'd the fancy was mine . * See verses said to be cut by two of the Dean's friends upon

pane of glass in one of his parlors, among the posthumous pieces, in vol. vii.

+ The mechanism of this poem is formed upon a mistake, which a very flight consideration of the laws of vision would have prevented. The whole depends upon Cynthia’s reading in Stella's eyes the writing, which appeared inverted thro' the pane : but as





see, why his verses fo seldom are shown: The reason is plain, they're none of his own; And observe, while you live, that no man is lay: 55 To discover the goods he came honestly by. fi... If I light on a thought, he'll certainly steal it; v And when he has got it, find ways to conceal it: Of all the fine things he keeps in the dark, There's scarce one in ten, but what has my mark; 60 And let them be seen by the world if he dare, I'll make it appear, they are all stolen ware.. But as for the poem he writ on your fash, I think I have now got him under my My sister transcrib’d it last night to his sorrow, 65 And the public shall see't, if I live till tomorrow. Thro' the zodiac around, it shall quickly be spread In all parts of the globe, where your language is read. He knows very well, I neer gave a refusal, When he ask'd for my aid in the forms that are usual: But the secret is this; I did lately intend

71 To write a few verses on you, as my friend: I ftudied a fortnight before I could find, As I rode in my chariot, a thought to my mind, And resoly'd the next winter, (for that is my time, 75 When the days are at shortest), to get it in rhymes Till then it was lock'd in my box at Parnassus : When that subtle companion, in hopes to surpass us, Conveys out my paper of hints by a trick, (For I think in my conscience he deals with old nick), And from my own stock provided with topics, 82 He gets to a window beyond both the tropics ; There out of my fight, just against the north zone, Writes down my conceits, and calls them his own ; And

you, like a cully, the bubble can swallow : 85 Now, who bot Delany, that writes like Apollo ?

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the writing was not inverted on that side of the glass at which Stella. looked, it must accessarily be inverted in her eyes. Hawke

High treason by statute ! but here you object,
He only stole stints, but the verse is correct;
Tho' the thought be Apollo's, 'tis finely expressid.
So a thief steals my horse, and has him well dress’d.
Now, whereas the faid criminal feems paft repentance,
We Phæbus think fit to proceed to the sentence. 92
Since Delany has dar'd, like Prometheus his fire,
To climb to our region, and thence to steal fire;
We order a vulture, in shape of the fpleen, 95
To prey on his liver, but not to be seen.
And we order our subjects of ev'ry degree
To believe all his verses were written by me ;
And, under the pain of our highest difpleasure,
To call nothing his but the rhyme and the measure.
And lastly, for Stella jutt out of her prime,
I'm too much reveng'd already by time.
In return to her fcorn, I sent her diseases ;
But will now be her friend, whenever she pleases :
And the gifts I bestow'd her will find her a lover, 105
Tho' the lives to be grey as a badger all over.
An ELEGY on the much lamented death of Mr

DEMAR, the famous rich usurer, who died
the fixth of July 1720 *.


Written in the year 1720.

NOW all men by these presents, Death the tamer

By mortgage hath fecur’d the corpse of Demar :
Nor can four bundred thousand Sterling pound
Redeem him from his prison ander ground.
His heirs might well, of all his wealth poffefs'd, 5
Bestow to bury him one iron cheft.

* This elegy was a subject started and partly executed in company, consisting of Swift and Stella, and a few friends. Every one threw in å hint; and Stella's were the 311, 32d, 33d, and 34th lines. Hawkes.


Plutus the god of wealth will joy to know
His faithful steward in the shades below.
He walk'd the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak ;
He din'd and supp'd at charge of other folk : 10
And by his looks, had he held out his palms,
He might be thought an object fit for alms ;
So, to the poor if he refus d his pelf,
He us'd them full as kindly as himself.

WHERE-E’er he went, he never saw his betters ; 15
Lords, knights, and 'Squires, were all his humble debtors;
And under hand and seal the Irish nation
Were forc'd to own to him their obligation.

He that could once have half a kingdom bought,
In half a minute is not worth a great.
His offers from the coffin could not save,
Nor all his ini’rifi keep him from the grave.
A golden monument would not be right,
Because we wish the earth upon him light..

Oh London tavern * ! thou haft loft a friend,
Tho' in thy walls he ne'er did farthing spend :
He touch'd the pence when others louch'd the pot;
The hand that fign'd the mortgage paid the shot.

Old as he was, no vulgar known disease
On him could ever boait a power to seize ; 30
But as his gold he weigh’d, grim Death in spight
Cait in his dart, 'which made three moidores light;
And as he faw his darling money fail,
Blew his last breath to sink the lighter scale.
He who fo long was current, 'would be strange 35
If he should now be cry'd down since his change.

The sexton shall green fods on thee bestow :
Alas, the fexton is thy banker now.
A dismal banker must that banker be,
Who gives no bills but of mortality †.

• A tavern in Dublin where Demar kept his office.
† Sce an epitaph on this miser, p. 182.




The Run upon the BANKERS.

Written in the year 1720.


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"HE bold incroachers on the deep

Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Till Neptune with one gen'ral sweep
Turns all again to barren strand.

The multitude's capricious pranks

Are said to represent the seas;
Which breaking bankers and the banks
Resume their own whene'er they please.

Money, the life blood of the nation,

Corrupts and flagnates in the veins,
Unless a proper circulation

Its motion and its heat maintains.

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Because 'tis lordly not to pay,

Quakers and aldermen in ftate
Like peers have levees ev'ry day
Of duns attending at their gate.

We want our money on the nail ;

The banker's ruin'd if he pays :
They seem to act an antient tale ;
The birds are met to strip the jays.

Riches, the wifeft monarch * sings,

Make pinions for themselves to fly :
They fly like bats on parchment wings,

And geefe their silver plumes fupply


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