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Meath smiles for the jointure, though gotten so late;
The son laughs, that got the hard gotten estate;
And Cuffe^[1] grins, for getting the Alicant plate.

Here quiet they lie, in hopes to rise one day,
Both solemnly put in this hole on a Sunday,
And here rest —— sic transit gloria mundi!

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VERSES ON I KNOW NOT WHAT.

MY latest tribute here I send,
With this let your collection end.
Thus I consign you down to fame
A character to praise or blame:
And if the whole may pass for true,
Contented rest, you have your due.
Give future time the satisfaction,
To leave one handle for detraction.

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UPON CARTHY'S^[2] THREATENING TO TRANSLATE PINDAR.BY DR. SWIFT.

YOU have undone Horace, — what should hinder
Thy muse from falling upon Pindar?
But ere you mount his fiery steed,
Beware, O bard, how you proceed: ——

1. John Cuffe, of Desart, esq., married the general's eldest daughter.
2. Carthy, a scribbling schoolmaster, wrote some severe lines on Dr. Swift and his friends.

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