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Rh Who change opinions with the changing scene: Lord! how were they mistaken in the dean! Now Delawar again familiar grows; And in Swift's ear thrusts half his powder'd nose. The Scottish nation, whom he durst offend, Again apply that Swift would be their friend. By faction tir'd, with grief he waits a while, His great contending friends to reconcile, Performs what friendship, justice, truth require: What could he more, but decently retire?

the dying father speak: Try, lads, can you this bundle break? Then bids the youngest of the six Take up a well-bound heap of sticks. They thought it was an old man's maggot; And strove by turns to break the faggot: In vain; the complicated wands Were much too strong for all their hands. See, said the sire, how soon 'tis done: Then took and broke them one by one. So strong you'll be, in friendship tied; So quickly broke, if you divide. Keep close then, boys, and never quarrel: Here ends the fable, and the moral. This