158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,001[A ]| As Jove will not attend on less, 158:02,002[A ]| When things of more importance press: 158:02,003[A ]| You can't, grave sir, believe it hard, 158:02,004[A ]| That you, a low Hibernian bard, 158:02,005[A ]| Should cool your heels awhile, and wait 158:02,006[A ]| Unanswered at your patron's gate; 158:02,007[A ]| And would my Lord vouchsafe to grant 158:02,008[A ]| This one poor humble boon I want, 158:02,009[A ]| Free leave to play his secretary, 158:02,010[A ]| As Falstaff acted old King Harry: <10> 158:02,011[A ]| I'd tell of yours in rhyme and print: 158:02,012[A ]| Folks shrug, and cry, "There's nothing in't." 158:02,013[A ]| And after several readings over, 158:02,014[A ]| It shines most in the marble cover. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,015[A ]| How could so fine a taste dispense 158:02,016[A ]| With mean degrees of wit and sense? 158:02,017[A ]| Nor will my Lord so far beguile 158:02,018[A ]| The wise and learne`d of our isle; 158:02,019[A ]| To make it pass upon the nation, 158:02,020[A ]| By dint of his sole approbation. <20> 158:02,021[A ]| The task is arduous, patrons find, 158:02,022[A ]| To warp the sense of all mankind: 158:02,023[A ]| Who think your muse must first aspire; 158:02,024[A ]| E'er he advance the Doctor higher. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,025[A ]| You've cause to say he "meant you well": 158:02,026[A ]| That you "are thankful", "who can tell"? 158:02,027[A ]| For you're still short (which grieves your spirit) 158:02,028[A ]| Of his intent, you mean, your merit. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,029[A ]| Ah! 7Quanto 7rectius, 7tu 7adepte, 158:02,030[A ]| 7Qui 7nil 7moliris 7tam 7inepte? <30> 158:02,031[A ]| Smedley, thou Jonathan of Clogher, 158:02,032[A ]| "When thou thy humble lays dost offer 158:02,033[A ]| To Grafton's Grace, with grateful heart; 158:02,034[A ]| Thy thanks and verse, devoid of art: 158:02,035[A ]| Content with what his bounty gave, 158:02,036[A ]| No larger income must thou crave." 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,037[A ]| But you must have cascades, and all 158:02,038[A ]| Ierna's lake, for your canal, 158:02,039[A ]| Your vistos, barges, and (a pox on 158:02,040[A ]| All pride) our Speaker for your coxon: <40> 158:02,041[A ]| It's pity that he can't bestow you 158:02,042[A ]| Twelve commoners in caps to row you. 158:02,043[A ]| Thus Edgar proud, in days of yore, 158:02,044[A ]| Held monarchs labouring at the oar; 158:02,045[A ]| And as he passed, so swelled the Dee 158:02,046[A ]| Enraged, as Erne would do at thee. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,047[A ]| How different is this from Smedley? 158:02,048[A ]| (His name is up, he may in bed lie) 158:02,049[A ]| "Who only asks some pretty cure, 158:02,050[A ]| In wholesone soil and aether pure; <50> 158:02,051[A ]| The garden stored with artless flowers, 158:02,052[A ]| In either angle shady bowers: 158:02,053[A ]| No gay parterre with costly green, 158:02,054[A ]| Must in the ambient hedge be seen; 158:02,055[A ]| But freely Nature takes her course, 158:02,056[A ]| Nor fears from him ungrateful force: 158:02,057[A ]| No shears to check her sprouting vigour, 158:02,058[A ]| Or shape the yews to antic figure." 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,059[A ]| But you forsooth, your all must squander 158:02,060[A ]| On that poor spot, called Delville, yonder: <60> 158:02,061[A ]| And when you've been at vast expenses 158:02,062[A ]| In whims, parterres, canals and fences: 158:02,063[A ]| Your assets fail, and cash is wanting 158:02,064[A ]| For farther buildings, farther planting. 158:02,065[A ]| No wonder when you raise and level, 158:02,066[A ]| Think this wall low, and that wall bevel. 158:02,067[A ]| Here a convenient box you found, 158:02,068[A ]| Which you demolished to the ground: 158:02,069[A ]| Then built, then took up with your arbour, 158:02,070[A ]| And set the house to Rupert Barber. <70> 158:02,071[A ]| You sprung an arch, which in a scurvy 158:02,072[A ]| Humour, you tumbled topsyturvy. 158:02,073[A ]| You changed a circle to a square, 158:02,074[A ]| Then to a circle, as you were: 158:02,075[A ]| Who can imagine whence the fund is, 158:02,076[A ]| That you 7quadrata change 7rotundis? 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,077[A ]| To Fame a temple you erect, 158:02,078[A ]| A Flora does the dome protect; 158:02,079[A ]| Mount, walks, on high; and in a hollow 158:02,080[A ]| You place the muses and Apollo; <80> 158:02,081[A ]| There shining midst his train, to grace 158:02,082[A ]| Your whimsical poetic place. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,083[A ]| These stories were, of old, designed 158:02,084[A ]| As fables: but you have refined 158:02,085[A ]| The poets' mythologic dreams, 158:02,086[A ]| To real muses, gods, and streams. 158:02,087[A ]| Who would not swear, when you contrive thus, 158:02,088[A ]| That you're Don Quixote 7Redivivus? 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,089[A ]| Beneath a dry canal there lies, 158:02,090[A ]| Which only winter's rain supplies. <90> 158:02,091[A ]| Oh! couldst thou, by some magic spell, 158:02,092[A ]| Hither convey St Patrick's Well; 158:02,093[A ]| Here may it reassume its stream, 158:02,094[A ]| And take a greater Patrick's name. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,095[A ]| If your expenses rise so high; 158:02,096[A ]| What income can your wants supply? 158:02,097[A ]| Yet still you fancy you inherit 158:02,098[A ]| A fund of each superior merit, 158:02,099[A ]| That you can't fail of more provision. 158:02,100[A ]| All by my Lady's kind decision. <100> 158:02,101[A ]| For the more livings you can fish up, 158:02,102[A ]| You think you'll sooner be a bishop: 158:02,103[A ]| That could not be my Lord's intent, 158:02,104[A ]| Nor can it answer in the event. 158:02,105[A ]| Most think what has been heaped on you, 158:02,106[A ]| To other sort of folk was due: 158:02,107[A ]| Rewards too great for your flimflams, 158:02,108[A ]| Epistles, riddles, epigrams. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,109[A ]| Though now your depth must not be sounded, 158:02,110[A ]| The time was, when you had compounded <110> 158:02,111[A ]| For less than Charly Grattan's school: 158:02,112[A ]| Five hundred pound a year's no fool. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,113[A ]| Take this advice then from your friend, 158:02,114[A ]| To your ambition put an end. 158:02,115[A ]| Be frugal, Pat: pay what you owe, 158:02,116[A ]| Before you "build and you bestow". 158:02,117[A ]| Be modest: nor address your betters 158:02,118[A ]| With begging, vain, familiar letters. 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,119[A ]| A passage may be found, I've heard, 158:02,120[A ]| In some old Greek or Latin bard, <120> 158:02,121[A ]| Which says, would crows in silence eat 158:02,122[A ]| Their offals, or their better meat, 158:02,123[A ]| Their generous feeders not provoking 158:02,124[A ]| By loud and unharmonious croaking: 158:02,125[A ]| They might, unhurt by envy's claws, 158:02,126[A ]| Live on, and stuff, to boot, their maws.