The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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"A slave to crowds, scorch'd with the summer's heats,
In courts the wretched lawyer toils and sweats;
While smiling Nature, in her best attire,
Regales each sense, and vernal joys inspire.
Can he, who knows that real good should please
Barter for gold his liberty and ease?"
This Paulus preach'd:--When, entering at the door,
Upon his board the client pours the ore:
He grasps the shining gifts, pores o'er the cause,
Forgets the sun, and dozes o'er the laws.
EPIGRAMS BY THOMAS SHERIDAN.
ON A CARICATURE.
If you say this was made for friend Dan, you belie it,
I'll swear he's so like it that he was made by it.
ON DEAN SWIFT'S PROPOSED HOSPITAL FOR LUNATICS
Great wits to madness nearly are allied,
This makes the Dean for kindred THUS provide.
TO A DUBLIN PUBLISHER.
Who displayed a bust of Dean Swift in his window, while publishing
Lord Orrery's offensive remarks upon the Dean.
Faulkner! for once thou hast some judgment shown,
By representing Swift transformed to stone;
For could he thy ingratitude have known,
Astonishment itself the work had done!