HIм for a happy man I own, With life his country, or his friend. VERSES made for women who cry apples, &c. 15 20 ΤΟ With a tender chicken. 5 ONIONS. CO ONION S. OME, follow me by the fmell, But left your kiffing should be spoil'd, Your mistress a share, The fecret will never be known; She cannot discover The breath of her lover, But think it as sweet as her own. C OYSTER S. HARMING oysters I cry, So plump and fo fresh, Be the barren, be the old, Be fhe flut, or be the fcold, BE HERRING S. not sparing, Leave off fwearing. Buy my herring Fresh from Malahide *, Better ne'er was try'd., Come eat 'em with pure fresh butter and mustard, ORANGE S. COME buy my fine oranges, fauce for your veal, And charming when squeez'd in a pot of brown ale. Well roasted with fugar and wine in a cup, They'll make a fweet bishop when gentlefolks fup. To LOVE. N all I wish how happy should I be, IN Thou grand deluder, were it not for thee? sings, Where held by thee, in flavery we stay, away. S Malahide, about five miles from Dublin, famous for her But what does most my indignation move, Shoots on, and thinks he has done wondrous feats; And bred fuch feuds betwixt those kindred gods, When one appears, away the other runs. 15 21 25 Love against love, and equal joys with joys, 30 Are now fill'd up with avarice and pride, 35 The following lines were wrote upon a very old glass of Sir ARTHUR ACHESON'S. RAIL glafs, thou mortal art, as well as I, FR Tho' none can tell, which of uş first shall die. Anfwered 1 Anfwered extempore by Dr SWIFT. WE both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May'ft die, like me, by chance, but not by na ture. VERSES cut by two of the DEAN's friends a pane of glafs in one of his parlours. A , upon Bard, on whom Phoebus his fpirit beftow'd, Refolving t'acknowledge the bounty he ow'd, Found out a new method at once of confeffing, And making the most of so mighty a bleffing. To the god he'd be grateful, but mortals he'd choufe By making his patron prefide in his house; And wifely forefaw this advantage from thence, That the god would in honour bear most of th3 ex pence : 6 So the bard he finds drink, and leaves Phoebus to treat ARE On another window. RE the guests of this houfe ftill doom'd to be cheated? Sure the fates have decreed they by halves fhould be treated. In the day of good John †, if you came here to dine, You had choice of good meat, no choice of good wine. *These were written by Dr Delany in conjunction with Stella, and produced the verses, intitled, Apollo to the Dean. See vol. 6. p. 267. + Dr John Stearne, late Lord Bishop of Clogher, who had been the predeceffor of Dr Swift in the deanery of St Patrick's, and was always diftinguished for his great hofpitality. |