Which but twinkle like those in a cold frosty night; While to yours you are adding such lustre and light, That if you proceed, I'm sure very soon "Twill be brighter and larger than the sun or the moon: A blazing star, I foretell, 'twill prove to the Gaul, That portends of his empire the ruin and fall. Now God bless your Maiesty, and our Lord Murrough, And send him in safety and health to his burrough. The Garden-plot. 1709. WHEN Naboth's vineyard † look'd so fine, To bring the owner to a sale. Murrough (or Morrough) Boyle, the first Viscount Blessington, who died in April, 1718. + This seems to allude to some oppressive procedure of the Earl of Wharton. There is, Dr Barrett remarks, a story something similar in the case of Mr Proby, surgeon-general of Ireland. Swift had a garden which he used to call Naboth's vineyard. A King, and weep! The ground's your own; Hall, of small scripture conversation, On the Church's Danger. GOOD Halifax and pious Wharton cry, "The Church has vapours; there's no danger nigh. In those we love not, we no danger see, And were they hang'd, there would no danger be. This and the following piece are from the Lanesborough MS. They bear strong marks of Swift's style. But we must silent be, amidst our fears, A Poem on High Church. HIGH Church is undone, As sure as a gun, For old Peter Patch is departed; And Eyres and Delaune, And the rest of that spawn, Are tacking about broken-hearted. For strong Gill of Sarum, That decoctum amarum, Has prescribed a dose of cant-fail; Which will make them resign Their flasks of French wine, It And spice up their Nottingham ale. purges the spleen Of dislike to the queen, And has one effect that is odder; They always will choose The Conformity Bill for bumfodder. at the Assizes at Ex The famous Speech-maker of England, or Baron (alias Barren) Lovel's Charge on, April 5, 1710. [Of the authenticity of this production there cannot be the slightest doubt. It is not only in the manner of Swift, but in his very best and most characteristic style of irony.] Risum teneatis ? FROM London to Exon, By special direction, Came down the world's wonder, Sir Salathiel Blunder, With a quoif on his head As heavy as lead; And thus open'd and said: Gentlemen of the Grand Inquest, Her majesty, mark it, To execute laws, Upon such as offenders have been . So then, not to scatter More words on the matter, We're beginning just now to begin. See the original charge in the Examiner, 1745, No. I. p. 55. -Sir Salathiel Lovel died May 3, 1717. But hold-first and foremost I must enter a clause, As touching and concerning our excellent laws; Which, here I aver, Are better by far Than them all put together abroad and beyond sea: Don't abet, but withstand, And sword that devours Wherever it scowers: They preserve liberty and property, for which men pull and haul so, And they are made for the support of good government also. Her majesty, knowing The best way of going To work for the weal of the nation, Which all storms will mock, Since Religion is made the foundation. No promotion to give In church or in state, But only to such of a good reputation queen's peace, Which greatly disturbs the queen's And if you don't put it out, (That's positive) will increase: |