Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 7.djvu/365

Rh Bastings heavy, dry, obtuse, Only dulness can produce; While a little gentle jerking Sets the spirits all aworking. Thus, I find it by experiment, Scolding moves you less than merriment. I may storm and rage in vain; It but stupifies your brain. But with raillery to nettle, Sets your thoughts upon their mettle; Gives imagination scope; Never lets your mind elope; Drives out brangling and contention, Brings in reason and invention. For your sake, as well as mine, I the lofty style decline. I should make a figure scurvy, And your head turn topsyturvy. I, who love to have a fling Both at senatehouse and king; That they might some better way tread, To avoid the publick hatred; Thought no method more commodious, Than to show their vices odious; Which I chose to make appear, Not by anger, but by sneer. As my method of reforming, Is by laughing, not by storming, (For my friends have always thought Tenderness my greatest fault) Would you have me change my style? On your faults no longer smile; . VII.