Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 11.djvu/388

376 consolation from each other. The triumph of the enemy makes me mad, I feel a strange tenderness within myself, and scarce bear the thoughts of dating letters from this place, when my old friend is out, whose fortune I have shared for so many years. But fiat voluntas tua! The damned thing is, we are to do all dirty work. We are to turn out Monckton, and I hear we are to pass the new commission of the treasury. For God's sake write to lady Masham, in favour of poor Thomas, to preserve him from ruin. I will second it. I intended to have writ you a long letter; but the moment I had turned this page, I had intelligence that the dragon has broke out into a fiery passion with my lord chancellor, swore a thousand oaths he would be revenged. This impotent, womanish behaviour vexes me more than his being out. This last stroke shows, quantula sint hominum corpuscula. I am determined for the Bath on the second or the ninth of August at farthest. FROM