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FROM A CERTAIN DOCTOR TO A CERTAIN GREAT LORD BEING A CHRISTMAS BOX FOR DR DELANY	A
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As Jove will not attend on less	B
When things of more importance press	B
You can't grave sir believe it hard	C
That you a low Hibernian bard	C
Should cool your heels a while and wait	D
Unanswer'd at your patron's gate	D
And would my lord vouchsafe to grant	E
This one poor humble boon I want	F
Free leave to play his secretary	A
As Falstaff acted old king Harry	A
I'd tell of yours in rhyme and print	G
Folks shrug and cry There's nothing in't	A
And after several readings over	H
It shines most in the marble cover	H
How could so fine a taste dispense	I
With mean degrees of wit and sense	I
Nor will my lord so far beguile	J
The wise and learned of our isle	J
To make it pass upon the nation	K
By dint of his sole approbation	K
The task is arduous patrons find	L
To warp the sense of all mankind	L
Who think your Muse must first aspire	M
Ere he advance the doctor higher	H
You've cause to say he meant you well	N
That you are thankful who can tell	N
For still you're short which grieves your spirit	O
Of his intent you mean your merit	O
Ah quanto rectius tu adepte	O
Qui nil moliris tarn inepte	O
Smedley thou Jonathan of Clogher	H
When thou thy humble lay dost offer	H
To Grafton's grace with grateful heart	O
Thy thanks and verse devoid of art	O
Content with what his bounty gave	P
No larger income dost thou crave	P
But you must have cascades and all	Q
I rne's lake for your canal	R
Your vistoes barges and a pox on	S
All pride our speaker for your coxon	K
It's pity that he can't bestow you	T
Twelve commoners in caps to row you	T
Thus Edgar proud in days of yore	H
Held monarchs labouring at the oar	H
And as he pass'd so swell'd the Dee	O
Enraged as Ern would do at thee	O
How different is this from Smedley	O
His name is up he may in bed lie	U
Who only asks some pretty cure	H
In wholesome soil and ether pure	H
The garden stored with artless flowers	V
In either angle shady bowers	V
No gay parterre with costly green	W
Must in the ambient hedge be seen	W
But Nature freely takes her course	X
Nor fears from him ungrateful force	X
No shears to check her sprouting vigour	H
Or shape the yews to antic figure	H
But you forsooth your all must squander	H
On that poor spot call'd Dell ville yonder	H
And when you've been at vast expenses	Y
In whims parterres canals and fences	Y
Your assets fail and cash is wanting	Z
Nor farther buildings farther planting	Z
No wonder when you raise and level	A2
Think this wall low and that wall bevel	A2
Here a convenient box you found	O
Which you demolish'd to the ground	O
Then built then took up with your arbour	H
And set the house to Rupert Barber	H
You sprang an arch which in a scurvy	P
Humour you tumbled topsy turvy	P
You change a circle to a square	H
Then to a circle as you were	H
Who can imagine whence the fund is	B2
That you quadrata change rotundis	B2
To Fame a temple you erect	O
A Flora does the dome protect	O
Mounts walks on high and in a hollow	C2
You place the Muses and Apollo	C2
There shining 'midst his train to grace	B2
Your whimsical poetic place	B2
These stories were of old design'd	O
As fables but you have refined	O
The poets mythologic dreams	B2
To real Muses gods and streams	B2
Who would not swear when you contrive thus	B2
That you're Don Quixote redivivus	B2
Beneath a dry canal there lies	B2
Which only Winter's rain supplies	B2
O couldst thou by some magic spell	N
Hither convey St Patrick's well	N
Here may it reassume its stream	D2
And take a greater Patrick's name	E2
If your expenses rise so high	P
What income can your wants supply	P
Yet still you fancy you inherit	O
A fund of such superior merit	O
That you can't fail of more provision	K
All by my lady's kind decision	K
For the more livings you can fish up	F2
You think you'll sooner be a bishop	F2
That could not be my lord's intent	O
Nor can it answer the event	O
Most think what has been heap'd on you	T
To other sort of folk was due	T
Rewards too great for your flim flams	B2
Epistles riddles epigrams	B2
Though now your depth must not be sounded	O
The time was when you'd have compounded	O
For less than Charley Grattan's school	G2
Five hundred pound a year's no fool	G2
Take this advice then from your friend	O
To your ambition put an end	O
Be frugal Pat pay what you owe	C2
Before you build and you bestow	C2
Be modest nor address your betters	B2
With begging vain familiar letters	B2
A passage may be found I've heard	O
In some old Greek or Latian bard	O
Which says Would crows in silence eat	O
Their offals or their better meat	O
Their generous feeders not provoking	Z
By loud and inharmonious croaking	Z
They might unhurt by Envy's claws	B2
Live on and stuff to boot their maws	B2

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