The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 2 | Page 2

300
To Mr. Thomas Sheridan 301
Ad Amicum
Eruditum Thomam Sheridan 302
To the Dean of St. Patrick's 305

To the Dean of St. Patrick's 306
An Answer by Delany 306
A
Reply by Sheridan 307
Another Reply by Sheridan 308
To Thomas
Sheridan 309
Swift to Sheridan 310
An Answer by Sheridan 310

To Dr. Sheridan 311
The Answer by Dr. Sheridan 312
Dr. Sheridan
to Dr. Swift 313
The Dean's Answer 314
Dr. Sheridan's Reply to
the Dean 314
To the Same by Dr. Sheridan 315
The Dean of St.
Patrick's to Thomas Sheridan 316
To the Dean of St. Patrick's 317

The Dean to Thomas Sheridan 318
To Dr. Sheridan 320

1 P.S. 321
2 P.S. 321
3 P.S. 321
Dr. Sheridan's Answer 322
Dr.
Swift's Reply 322
A Copy of a Copy of Verses 323

George-Nim-Dan-Dean's Answer 324
George-Nim-Dan-Dean's
Invitation 326
To George-Nim-Dan-Dean, Esq 328
To Mr. Thomas
Sheridan 330
On Dr. Sheridan's Circular Verses 331
On Dan
Jackson's Picture 332
On the Same Picture 332
On the Same 333

On the Same Picture 333
On the Same Picture 333
Dan Jackson's
Defence 335
Mr. Rochfort's Reply 336
Dr. Delany's Reply 338

Sheridan's Reply 339
A Rejoinder 340
Another Rejoinder 342

Sheridan's Submission 343
The Pardon 344
The Last Speech and
Dying Words of Daniel Jackson 345
To the Rev. Daniel Jackson 347

Sheridan to Swift 349
Sheridan to Swift 350
Swift to Sheridan
350
Mary the Cook Maid's Letter 351
A Portrait from the Life 352

On Stealing a Crown when the Dean was asleep 353
The Dean's
Answer 353
A Prologue to a Play 354
The Epilogue 355
The
Song 355
A New Year's Gift for the Dean of St. Patrick's 356
To
Quilca 358
The Blessings of a Country Life 359
The Plagues of a
Country Life 359
A Faithful Inventory 359
Palinodia 361
A
Letter to the Dean 362
An Invitation to Dinner 364
On the Five
Ladies at Sot's Hole 365
The Five Ladies' Answer to the Beau 367

The Beau's Reply 368
Dr. Sheridan's Ballad on Ballyspellin 368

Answer by Dr. Swift 371
An Epistle to two Friends 373
To Dr.
Sheridan 374
Dr. Helsham's Answer 374
A True and Faithful
Inventory 376
A New Simile for the Ladies 377
An Answer to a
Scandalous Poem 381
Peg Radcliffe the Hostess's Invitation 386

Verses by Sheridan 387
VERSES ADDRESSED TO SWIFT AND TO HIS MEMORY
To Dr. Swift on his Birth-Day 390
On Dr. Swift 390
To the Rev. Dr.
Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's,
a Birth-Day Poem, Nov. 30, 1736 391
Epigrams occasioned by Dr.
Swift's intended Hospital

for Idiots and Lunatics 393
On the Dean of St. Patrick's Birth-Day
394
An Epistle to Robert Nugent, Esq. 396
On the Drapier, by Dr.
Dunkin 399
Epitaph proposed for Dr. Swift 400
To the Memory of
Dr. Swift 401
A Schoolboy's Theme 403
Verses on the Battle of the
Books 404
On Dr. Swift's leaving his Estate to Idiots 404
On
several Petty Pieces lately published against Dean Swift 405 On
Faulkner's Edition of Swift 405
Epigram on Lord Orrery's Remarks
406
To Dr. Delany, on his Book entitled "Observations
on Lord Orrery's Remarks" 406
Epigram on Faulkner 407
An
Inscription 407
An Epigram occasioned by the above 407
Index
409
POEMS OF JONATHAN SWIFT
POEMS ADDRESSED TO VANESSA AND STELLA
CADENUS AND VANESSA[1]
1713
The shepherds and the nymphs were seen
Pleading before the
Cyprian queen.
The counsel for the fair began,
Accusing the false
creature Man.
The brief with weighty crimes was charged
On which
the pleader much enlarged;
That Cupid now has lost his art,
Or
blunts the point of every dart;--
His altar now no longer smokes,

His mother's aid no youth invokes:
This tempts freethinkers to refine,

And bring in doubt their powers divine;
Now love is dwindled to
intrigue,
And marriage grown a money league;
Which crimes
aforesaid (with her leave)
Were (as he humbly did conceive)

Against our sovereign lady's peace,
Against the statute in that case,

Against her dignity and crown:
Then pray'd an answer, and sat down.

The nymphs with scorn beheld their foes;
When the defendant's
counsel rose,
And, what no lawyer ever lack'd,

With impudence
own'd all the fact;
But, what the gentlest heart would vex,
Laid all
the fault on t'other sex.
That modern love is no such thing
As what

those ancient poets sing:
A fire celestial, chaste, refined,
Conceived
and kindled in the mind;
Which, having found an equal flame,

Unites, and both become the same,
In different breasts together burn,

Together both to ashes turn.
But women now feel no such fire,

And only know the gross desire.
Their passions move in lower
spheres,
Where'er caprice or folly steers,
A dog, a parrot, or an ape,

Or some worse brute in human shape,
Engross the fancies of the
fair,
The few soft moments they can spare,
From visits to receive
and pay,
From scandal, politics, and play;
From fans, and flounces,
and brocades,
From equipage and park parades,
From all the
thousand female toys,
From every trifle that employs
The out or
inside of their heads,
Between their toilets and their beds.
In a dull
stream, which moving slow,
You hardly see the current flow;
If a
small breeze obstruct the course,
It whirls about, for want of force,

And in its narrow circle gathers
Nothing but chaff, and straws, and
feathers.
The current of a female mind
Stops thus, and turns with
every wind:
Thus whirling round together draws
Fools, fops, and
rakes, for chaff and straws.
Hence we conclude, no women's hearts

Are won by virtue, wit, and parts:
Nor are the men of sense to blame,

For breasts incapable of flame;
The faults must