Hither the frantick goddess draws
Three sufferers in a ruin'd cause:
By faction banished, here unite,
A dean[1], a Spaniard[2], and a knight[3];
Unite, but on conditions cruel;
The dean and Spaniard find it too well,
Condemned to live in service hard;
On either side his honour's guard;
The dean to guard his honour's back,
Must build a castle at Drumlack;
The Spaniard, sore against his will,
Must raise a fort at Market-hill.
And thus the pair of humble gentry
At north and south are posted sentry;
While, in his lordly castle fixt,
The knight triumphant reigns betwixt:
And, what the wretches most resent,
To be his slaves, must pay him rent;
Attend him daily as their chief,
Decant his wine, and carve his beef.
O, Fortune! 'tis a scandal for thee
To smile on those who are least worthy:
Weigh but the merits of the three,
His slaves have ten times more than he.
Proud baronet of Nova Scotia!
The dean and Spaniard must reproach ye:
Of their two fames the world enough rings:
Where are thy services and sufferings?
What if for nothing once you kiss'd,
Against the grain, a monarch's fist?
- ↑ Dr. Swift.
- ↑ Col. Harry Lesley, who served and lived long in Spain.
- ↑ Sir Arthur Acheson.
