159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,001[A ]| Thou wise, and learned Ruler of our Ile, 159:92,002[A ]| Whose Guardian Care can all her Griefs beguile; 159:92,003[A ]| When next your generous Soul shall condescend, 159:92,004[A ]| T' Instruct, or entertain your humble Friend, 159:92,005[A ]| Whether retiring from your weighty Charge, 159:92,006[A ]| On some high Theme you learnedly enlarge; 159:92,007[A ]| Of all the Ways of Wisdom reason well, 159:92,008[A ]| How RICHLEU rose, and how SEJANUS fell: 159:92,009[A ]| Or when your Brow less thoughtfully unbends, 159:92,010[A ]| Circled with SWIFT, and some delighted Friends; <10> 159:92,011[A ]| When mixing Mirth and Wisdom with your Wine, 159:92,012[A ]| Like that your Wit shall flow, your Genius shine, 159:92,013[A ]| Nor with less Praise the Conversation guide, 159:92,014[A ]| Than in the publick Councils you decide: 159:92,015[A ]| Or when the Dean, long privileg'd to rail, 159:92,016[A ]| Asserts his Friend with more impetuous Zeal; 159:92,017[A ]| You hear, (whilst I sit by abash'd and mute) 159:92,018[A ]| With soft Concessions shortning the Dispute; 159:92,019[A ]| Then close with kind Enquiries of my State, 159:92,020@b | ""How are your Tythes, and have they rose of late? <20> 159:92,021@b | ""Why \Christ-Church\ is a pretty Situation, 159:92,022@b | ""There are not many better in the Nation! 159:92,023@b | ""This, with your other \Things\, must yield you clear 159:92,024@b | ""Some six ~~ at least five hundred Pounds a Year. 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,025[A ]| SUPPOSE at such a Time, I took the Freedom 159:92,026[A ]| To speak these Truths, as plainly as you read 'em, 159:92,027[A ]| (You shall rejoin, my Lord, when I've replied, 159:92,028[A ]| And, if you please, my Lady shall decide.) 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,029@a | My Lord, I'm satisfied you meant me well, 159:92,030@a | And that I'm thankful, all the World can tell, <30> 159:92,031@a | But you'll forgive me, if I own th' Event 159:92,032@a | Is short, is very short of your Intent; 159:92,033@a | At least I feel some ills, unfelt before, 159:92,034@a | My Income less, and my Expences more. 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,035@b | How Doctor! double Vicar! double Rector! 159:92,036@b | A Dignitary! with a City Lecture ~~ 159:92,037@b | What Glebes ~~ what Dues ~~ what Tythes ~~ what Fines ~~ what Rent! 159:92,038@b | Why Doctor ~~ will you never be content? 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,039@a | WOULD my good Lord but cast up the Account, 159:92,040@a | And see to what my Revenues amount, <40> 159:92,041@a | My Tithes ample! but my Gains so small, 159:92,042@a | That one good Vicarage is worth 'em all ~~ 159:92,043@a | And very wretched, sure, is he, that's double, 159:92,044@a | In nothing, but his Titles, and his Trouble. 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,045@a | ADD to this crying Grievance, if you please, 159:92,046@a | My Horses founder'd on FERMANAGH Ways; 159:92,047@a | Ways of well-polish'd, and well-pointed Stone, 159:92,048@a | Where every Step endangers every Bone; 159:92,049@a | And more to raise your Pity, and your Wonder, 159:92,050@a | Two Churches ~~ twelve HIBERNIAN Miles asunder! <50> 159:92,051@a | With complicated Cures, I labour hard in, 159:92,052@a | Besides whole Summers absent from my Garden! 159:92,053@a | But that the World would think I plaid the Fool, 159:92,054@a | I'd change with CHARLY GRATTAN for his School ~~ 159:92,055@a | What fine Cascades, what Vistos might I make, 159:92,056@a | Fixt in the Centre of th' IERNIAN Lake! 159:92,057@a | There might I sail delighted, smooth, and safe, 159:92,058@a | Beneath the Conduct of my good Sir RALPH: 159:92,059@a | There's not a better Steerer in the Realm; 159:92,060@a | I hope, my Lord, you'll call him to the \Helm\ ~~ <60> 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,061@b | DOCTOR ~~ a glorious Scheme to ease your Grief! 159:92,062@b | When \Cures\ are cross, a School's a sure Relief. 159:92,063@b | You cannot fail of being happy there, 159:92,064@b | The Lake will be the \Lethe\ of your Care: 159:92,065@b | The Scheme is for your Honour and your Ease! 159:92,066@b | And Doctor, I'll promote it when you please. 159:92,067@b | Mean while, allowing Things~~ below your Merit, 159:92,068@b | Yet Doctor, you've a philosophick Spirit; 159:92,069@b | Your Wants are few, and, like your Income, small, 159:92,070@b | And you've enough to gratify 'em all: <70> 159:92,071@b | You've Trees, and Fruits, and Roots enough in store, 159:92,072@b | And what would a Philosopher have more? 159:92,073@b | You cannot wish for Coaches, Kitchens, Cooks ~~ 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,074@a | ~~ My Lord, I've not enough to buy me Books ~~ 159:92,075@a | Or pray, suppose my Wants were all supplied, 159:92,076@a | Are there no Wants I should regard beside? 159:92,077@a | Who's Breast is so unman'd, as not to grieve, 159:92,078@a | Compass'd with Miseries he can't relieve? 159:92,079@a | Who can be happy ~~ who would wish to live, 159:92,080@a | And want the Godlike Happiness to give? <80> 159:92,081@a | (That I'm a Judge of this you must allow, 159:92,082@a | I had it once ~~ and I'm debarr'd it now.) 159:92,083@a | Ask your own Heart, my Lord, if this be true ~~ 159:92,084@a | Then how unblest am I! how blest are you! 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,085@b | 'Tis true ~~ but, Doctor, let us wave all that ~~ 159:92,086@b | Say, if you had your Wish what you'd be at: 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,087@a | EXCUSE me, good my Lord ~~ I won't be sounded, 159:92,088@a | Nor shall your Favour by my Wants be bounded. 159:92,089@a | My Lord, I challenge nothing as my Due, 159:92,090@a | Nor is it fit I should prescribe to You. <90> 159:92,091@a | Yet this might SYMMACHUS himself avow, 159:92,092@a | (Whose rigid Rules are antiquated now) 159:92,093@a | ""My Lord, I'd wish ~~ to \pay the Debts I owe\, ~~ 159:92,094@a | ""I'd wish besides ~~ to \build\, and to \bestow\.