Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 18.djvu/454

440 Meath smiles for the jointure, though gotten so late; The son laughs, that got the hard gotten estate; And Cuffe grins, for getting the Alicant plate. Here quiet they lie, in hopes to rise one day, Both solemnly put in this hole on a Sunday, And here rest —— sic transit gloria mundi!

OU have undone Horace, what should hinder Thy muse from falling upon Pindar? But ere you mount his fiery steed, Beware, O bard, how you proceed: For