EPIGRA M. From the FRENCH *. WH HO can believe with common sense, Or, how a herring hath a charm Does he regard on what we dine? On a CURATE'S Complaint of HARD DUTY. I MARCH'D three miles through fcorching fand, I rode four more to Great St. Mary, I preach'd three congregations deaf; Where thundering out, with lungs long-winded, My emblem, the laborious fun, Saw all these mighty labours done Before one race of his was run. What mortal elfe could e'er go through it! * Written extempore by a gentleman who was reproved by fome of his companions for eating eggs and bacon on a fast-day. H 2 A True 388257A A True and Faithful INVENTORY of the GOODS belonging to Dr. SWIFT, Vicar of LAR ACOR; Upon lending his Houfe to the Bishop of MEATH, till his Palace was re-built. AN oaken, broken elbow-chair; A cawdle-cup, without an ear; A pot A wig, with hanging, quite grown grey; A pair of bellows, without pipe; A difh which might good meat afford once; CADE CADENUS AND VANESSA *, THE fhepherds and the nymphs were feen The counfel for the fair began, Accufing the falfe creature man. The brief with weighty crimes was charg'd, And bring in doubt their powers divine; Then pray'd an anfwer, and fat down. The nymphs with fcorn beheld their foes: When the d fendant's counfel rofe, 5 Id 15 20 *Founded on an offer of marriage made by Mifs Vanhomrigh to Dr. Swift, who was occafionally her preceptor. The lady's unhappy story is well known. And, what no lawyer ever lack'd, Which, having found an equal flame,. Unites, and both become the fame, In different breasts together burn, Or fome worfe brute in human fhape, The few foft moments they can spare,. 25 30 35 40 If a fmall breeze obftruct the course, It whirls about, for want of force, And in its narrow circle gathers 55 Nothing but chaff, and ftraws, and feathers. Stops thus, and turns with every wind; Fools, fops, and rakes, for chaff and straws. 60 Are won by virtue, wit, and parts: Nor are the men of sense to blame, For breafts incapable of flame; The fault must on the nymphs be plac'd, 65 The pleader, having fpoke his beft, Had witnefs ready to atteft, Nor further thofe deponents knew :- 70 75 Elfe the muft interpofe a cloud: For, if the heavenly folk fhould know. Thefe pleadings in the courts below, 80 That mortals here difdain to love, She ne'er could fhew her face above; For |