The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 7
FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
AUG. 11, 1714.
I SWEAR I did not imagine, that you could have held out through two pages, even of small paper, in so grave a style. Your state of late passages is right enough. I reflect upon them with indignation, and shall never forgive myself for having trusted so long to so much real pride, and awkward humility; to an air of such familiar friendship, and a heart so void of all tenderness; to such a temper of engrossing business and power, and so perfect an incapacity to manage one, with such a tyrannical disposition to abuse the other, &c[1].
But enough of this, I cannot load him as knave, without fixing fool on myself.
For you I have a most sincere and warm affection, and in every part of my life will show it. Go into Ireland, since it must be so, to swear[2], and come back into Britain to bless, to bless me, and those few friends who will enjoy you.
Johannes Tonsor[3] brings you this. From him you will hear what is doing. Adieu, love me, and love me the better, because after a greater blow than most men ever felt, I keep up my spirit; am neither dejected at what has passed, nor apprehensive of what is to come. Mea virtute me involvo.
- ↑ He means lord Oxford.
- ↑ That is, to take, the oaths to the government on king George's accession to the throne.
- ↑ John Barber.