Dennis' Invitation To Steele; Horace, Book I, Ep. V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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JOHN DENNIS THE SHELTERING POET'S INVITATION TO RICHARD STEELE THE SECLUDED PARTY WRITER AND MEMBER TO COME AND LIVE WITH HIM IN THE MINTA
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Fit to be bound up with The CrisisB
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If thou canst lay aside a spendthrift's airC
And condescend to feed on homely fareC
Such as we minters with ragouts unstoredA
Will in defiance of the law affordA
Quit thy patrols with Toby's Christmas boxD
And come to me at The Two Fighting CocksD
Since printing by subscription now is grownE
The stalest idlest cheat about the townF
And ev'n Charles Gildon who a Papist bredA
Has an alarm against that worship spreadA
Is practising those beaten paths of cruisingG
And for new levies on proposals musingG
'Tis true that Bloomsbury square's a noble placeH
But what are lofty buildings in thy caseH
What's a fine house embellish'd to profusionI
Where shoulder dabbers are in executionI
Or whence its timorous tenant seldom salliesJ
But apprehensive of insulting bailiffsK
This once be mindful of a friend's adviceL
And cease to be improvidently niceL
Exchange the prospects that delude thy sightA
From Highgate's steep ascent and Hampstead's heightA
With verdant scenes that from St George's FieldA
More durable and safe enjoyments yieldA
Here I even I that ne'er till now could findA
Ease to my troubled and suspicious mindA
But ever was with jealousies possess'dA
Am in a state of indolence and restA
Fearful no more of Frenchmen in disguiseM
Nor looking upon strangers as on spiesM
But quite divested of my former spleenN
Am unprovoked without and calm withinO
And here I'll wait thy coming till the sunI
Shall its diurnal course completely runI
Think not that thou of sturdy bub shalt failP
My landlord's cellar stock'd with beer and aleP
With every sort of malt that is in useQ
And every country's generous produceQ
The ready for here Christian faith is sickR
Which makes us seldom trespass upon tickR
Instantly brings the choicest liquors outA
Whether we ask for home brew'd or for stoutA
For mead or cider or with dainties fedA
Ring for a flask or two of white or redA
Such as the drawer will not fail to swearC
Was drunk by Pilkington when third time mayorS
That name methinks so popularly knownE
For opposition to the church and crownF
Might make the Lusitanian grape to passT
And almost give a sanction to the glassT
Especially with thee whose hasty zealU
Against the late rejected commerce billV
Made thee rise up like an audacious elfW
To do the speaker honour not thyselfW
But if thou soar'st above the common pricesX
By virtue of subscription to thy CrisisB
And nothing can go down with thee but winesY
Press'd from Burgundian and Campanian vinesY
Bid them be brought for though I hate the FrenchZ
I love their liquors as thou lovest a wenchZ
Else thou must humble thy expensive tasteA
And with us hold contentment for a feastA
The fire's already lighted and the maidA
Has a clean cloth upon the table laidA
Who never on a Saturday had struckA2
But for thy entertainment up a buckA2
Think of this act of grace which by your leaveW
Susan would not have done on Easter EveW
Had she not been inform'd over and overS
'Twas for th'ingenious author of The LoverS
Cease therefore to beguile thyself with hopesB2
Which is no more than making sandy ropesB2
And quit the vain pursuit of loud applauseC2
That must bewilder thee in faction's causeD2
Pr'ythee what is't to thee who guides the stateA
Why Dunkirk's demolition is so lateA
Or why her majesty thinks fit to ceaseE2
The din of war and hush the world to peaceE2
The clergy too without thy aid can tellF2
What texts to choose and on what topics dwellF2
And uninstructed by thy babbling teachZ
Their flocks celestial happiness to reachZ
Rather let such poor souls as you and IG2
Say that the holidays are drawing nighG2
And that to morrow's sun begins the weekH2
Which will abound with store of ale and cakeI2
With hams of bacon and with powder'd beefW
Stuff d to give field itinerants reliefW
Then I who have within these precincts keptA
And ne'er beyond the chimney sweeper's steptA
Will take a loose and venture to be seenN
Since 'twill be Sunday upon Shanks's greenN
There with erected looks and phrase sublimeJ2
To talk of unity of place and timeJ2
And with much malice mix'd with little satireS
Explode the wits on t'other side o' th' waterS
Why has my Lord Godolphin's special graceH
Invested me with a queen's waiter's placeH
If I debarr'd of festival delightsK2
Am not allow'd to spend the perquisitesL2
He's but a short remove from being madA
Who at a time of jubilee is sadA
And like a griping usurer does spareC
His money to be squander'd by his heirC
Flutter'd away in liveries and in coachesM2
And washy sorts of feminine debauchesM2
As for my part whate'er the world may thinkN2
I'll bid adieu to gravity and drinkN2
And though I can't put off a woful mienN
Will be all mirth and cheerfulness withinO
As in despight of a censorious raceM2
I most incontinently suck my faceM2
What mighty projects does not he designO2
Whose stomach flows and brain turns round with wineO2
Wine powerful wine can thaw the frozen citA
And fashion him to humour and to witA
Makes even Somers to disclose his artA
By racking every secret from his heartA
As he flings off the statesman's sly disguiseM2
To name the cuckold's wife with whom he liesM2
Ev'n Sarum when he quaffs it'stead of teaA
Fancies himself in Canterbury's seeA
And S when he carousing reelsM2
Imagines that he has regain'd the sealsM2
W by virtue of his juice can fightA
And Stanhope of commissioners make lightA
Wine gives Lord Wingham aptitude of partsM2
And swells him with his family's desertsM2
Whom can it not make eloquent of speechZ
Whom in extremest poverty not richZ
Since by the means of the prevailing grapeP2
Th n can Lechmere's warmth not only apeP2
But half seas o'er by its inspiring bountiesM2
Can qualify himself in several countiesM2
What I have promised thou may'st rest assuredA
Shall faithfully and gladly be procuredA
Nay I'm already better than my wordA
New plates and knives adorn the jovial boardA
And lest you at their sight shouldst make wry facesM2
The girl has scour'd the pots and wash'd the glassesM2
Ta'en care so excellently well to clean 'emQ2
That thou may'st see thine own dear picture in 'emQ2
Moreover due provision has been madeA
That conversation may not be betray'dA
I have no company but what is properS
To sit with the most flagrant Whig at supperS
There's not a man among them but must pleaseM2
Since they're as like each other as are peaseM2
Toland and Hare have jointly sent me wordA
They'll come and Kennet thinks to make a thirdA
Provided he's no other invitationI
From men of greater quality and stationI
Room will for Oldmixon and J s be leftA
But their discourses smell so much of theftA
There would be no abiding in the roomR2
Should two such ignorant pretenders comeQ2
However by this trusty bearer writeA
If I should any other scabs inviteA
Though if I may my serious judgment giveW
I'm wholly for King Charles's number fiveW
That was the stint in which that monarch fix'dA
Who would not be with noisiness perplex'dA
And that if thou'lt agree to think it bestA
Shall be our tale of heads without one other guestA
I've nothing more now this is said to sayM2
But to request thou'lt instantly awayM2
And leave the duties of thy present postA
To some well skill'd retainer in a hostA
Doubtless he'll carefully thy place supplyG2
And o'er his grace's horses have an eyeG2
While thou who slunk thro' postern more than onceM2
Dost by that means avoid a crowd of dunsM2
And crossing o'er the Thames at Temple StairsM2
Leav'st Phillips with good words to cheat their earsM2

Jonathan Swift



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