The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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The steed, oppress'd, would break his
To raise the lumber from the earth.
But view him in another scene,
When all his drink is Hippocrene,
His money spent, his patrons fail,
His credit out for cheese and ale;
His two-years' coat so smooth and
Through every thread it lets in air
With hungry meals his body pines
His guts and belly full of wind;
And like a jockey for a race,
His flesh brought down to flying case:
Now his exalted spirit loathes
Encumbrances of food and clothes;
And up he rises like a vapor,
Supported high on wings of paper.
He singing flies, and flying sings,
While from below all Grub street rings.
TWELVEARTICLES.
DEAN SWIFT.
I.
Lest it may more quarrels breed,
I will never hear you read,
II.
By disputing, I will never,
To convince you once endeavor.
III.
When a paradox you stick to,
I will never contradict you.
IV.