And will you venture both anew,
To sit among that venal crew,
That pack of mimick legislators,
Abandon'd, stupid, slavish praters!
For, as the rabble daub and rifle
The fool who scrambles for a trifle;
Who for his pains is cuff'd and kick'd,
Drawn through the dirt, his pockets pick'd;
You must expect the like disgrace,
Scrambling with rogues to get a place;
Must lose the honour you have gain'd,
Your numerous virtues foully stain'd;
Disclaim forever all pretence
To common honesty and sense;
And join in friendship with a strict tye,
To M——l, C——y, and Dick Tighe.
A DIALOGUE
BETWEEN
AND
DR. JONATHAN SWIFT, D. S. P. D.
AN ALLUSION TO HORACE, BOOK II. SAT. I.
"Sunt quibus in Satirâ, &c."
SINCE there are persons who complain
There's too much satire in my vein;
That I am often found exceeding
The rules of raillery and breeding;
With
