Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 18.djvu/471

Rh Though with your state sieve your own notions you split, A Boulter by name is no bolter of wit. It's matter of weight, and a mere money job; But the lower the coin the higher the mob. Go tell your friend Bob and the other great folk, That sinking the coin is a dangerous joke. The Irish dear joys have enough common sense, To treat gold reduced like Wood's copper pence. It is pity a prelate should die without law; But if I say the word take care of Armagh!"

HE furniture that best doth please St. Patrick's dean, good sir, are these: The knife and fork with which I eat; And next the pot that boils the meat; The next to be preferr'd, I think, Is the glass in which I drink; The shelves on which my books I keep; And the bed on which I sleep; An antique elbow-chair between, Big enough to hold the dean; And the stove that gives delight In the cold bleak wintry night; To these we add a thing below, More for use reserved than show: These are what the dean do please; All superfluous are but these. DR.