He has more goodness in his little finger, than in your whole body : My master is a parfonable man, and not a spindle-shank'd hoddy-doddy. And now, whereby I find you would fain make an excufe, Because my mafter one day, in anger, call'd you goofe; Which, and I am fure I have been his fervant four years fince October, And he never call'd me worse than fweet-heart, drunk or fober : Not that I know his reverence was ever concern'd to my knowledge, Though you and your come-rogues keep him out fo late in your college. You fay you will eat grafs on his grave: a chriftian eat grafs ! Whereby you now confefs yourself to be a goose or an afs: But that's as much as to fay, that my master should die before ye; Well, well, that 's as God pleases; and I don't believe that's a true ftory: And fo fay I told you fo, and you may go tell my mafter; what care I? And I don't care who knows it; 'tis all one to Mary. Every body knows that I love to tell truth, and shame the devil; I am but a poor fervant; but I think gentlefolks should be civil. Befides, Besides, you found fault with our victuals one day that you was here; I remember it was on a Tuesday of all days in the year. And Saunders the man fays you are always jefting and mocking: Mary, faid he, (one day as 1 was mending ny mafter's ftocking ;) My master is so fond of that minifter that keeps the fchool I thought my master a wife man, but that man makes him a fool. Saunders, said I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a difh-clout to his tail. And now I must go, and get Saunders to direct this letter ; For I write but a fad fcrawl; but my fifter Marget, fhe writes better. Well, but I muft run and make the bed, before my mafter comes from prayers; And fee now, it strikes ten, and I hear him coming up ftairs; Whereof I could fay more to your verses, if I could write written hand: And so I remain, in a civil way, your fervant to com mand, MARY. A NEW A NEW-YEAR'S-GIFT RETURNING Janus now prepares, For Bec, a new supply of cares, friends: This ball of wax your ears will darken, Left you the town may have lefs trouble in, Mrs. Dingley, Stella's friend and companion. - A country-house of Dr. Sheridan. VOL. I. U DINGLEY 3 DINGLEY AND BRENT*. A SON G. To the tune of, "Ye Commons and Peers." DINGLEY and Brent, Wherever they went, Ne'er minded a word that was spoken; They ne'er troubled their head, Should Solomon wife In majefty rife, And fhew them his wit and his learning; But turn the deaf ear, You tell a good jest, And please all the reft; Comes Dingley, and asks you, What was it? And, curious to know, Away the will go To feek an old in the closet. rag * Dr. Swift's houfe-keeper. TO TO STELLA. 1723-4. Written on the DAY of her BIRTH, but not on the SUBJECT, when I was fick in Bed. TORMENTED with inceffant pains, Time was, when I could yearly pay She, with foft fpeech, my anguifh chears, >She wants affistance more than I; Which had been latent in her breast. |