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 Let Pride be taught by this rebuke, How very mean a thing's a duke; From all his ill-got honours flung, Turn'd to, that dirt from whence he sprung.

TO THE DUKE OF GRAFTON.

"Non domus aut fundus —"Horace.

was, my lord, the dextrous shift Of t'other Jonathan, viz. Swift, But now St. Patrick's saucy dean, With silver verge and surplice clean, Of Oxford, or of Ormond's grace, In looser rhyme to beg a place. A place he got, yclept a stall, And eke a thousand pound withal; And, were he a less witty writer, He might as well have got a mitre. Thus I, the Jonathan of Clogher, In humble lays, my thanks to offer, Approach your grace with grateful heart, My thanks and verse both void of art, Content with what your bounty gave, No larger income do I crave: Rejoicing that, in better times, Grafton requires my loyal lines. Proud! while my patron is polite, I likewise to the patriot write! Proud!