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OCT NINE IN THE MORNING	A
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To you whose virtues I must own	B
With shame I have too lately known	B
To you by art and nature taught	C
To be the man I long have sought	C
Had not ill Fate perverse and blind	D
Placed you in life too far behind	D
Or what I should repine at more	E
Placed me in life too far before	E
To you the Muse this verse bestows	F
Which might as well have been in prose	F
No thought no fancy no sublime	G
But simple topics told in rhyme	G
Three gifts for conversation fit	H
Are humour raillery and wit	H
The last as boundless as the wind	D
Is well conceived though not defined	D
For sure by wit is only meant	I
Applying what we first invent	I
What humour is not all the tribe	J
Of logic mongers can describe	J
Here only nature acts her part	K
Unhelp'd by practice books or art	K
For wit and humour differ quite	L
That gives surprise and this delight	L
Humour is odd grotesque and wild	M
Only by affectation spoil'd	N
'Tis never by invention got	O
Men have it when they know it not	O
Our conversation to refine	P
True humour must with wit combine	P
From both we learn to rally well	Q
Wherein French writers most excel	Q
Voiture in various lights displays	R
That irony which turns to praise	R
His genius first found out the rule	S
For an obliging ridicule	S
He flatters with peculiar air	T
The brave the witty and the fair	T
And fools would fancy he intends	U
A satire where he most commends	U
But as a poor pretending beau	V
Because he fain would make a show	V
Nor can afford to buy gold lace	W
Takes up with copper in the place	W
So the pert dunces of mankind	D
Whene'er they would be thought refined	D
Because the diff'rence lies abstruse	X
'Twixt raillery and gross abuse	X
To show their parts will scold and rail	Y
Like porters o'er a pot of ale	Y
Such is that clan of boisterous bears	Z
Always together by the ears	A2
Shrewd fellows and arch wags a tribe	J
That meet for nothing but to gibe	J
Who first run one another down	B2
And then fall foul on all the town	B2
Skill'd in the horse laugh and dry rub	C2
And call'd by excellence The Club	C2
I mean your butler Dawson Car	D2
All special friends and always jar	D2
The mettled and the vicious steed	E2
Do not more differ in their breed	E2
Nay Voiture is as like Tom Leigh	F2
As rudeness is to repartee	F2
If what you said I wish unspoke	A
'Twill not suffice it was a joke	A
Reproach not though in jest a friend	G2
For those defects he cannot mend	G2
His lineage calling shape or sense	H2
If named with scorn gives just offence	H2
What use in life to make men fret	I2
Part in worse humour than they met	I2
Thus all society is lost	J2
Men laugh at one another's cost	K2
And half the company is teazed	K2
That came together to be pleased	K2
For all buffoons have most in view	L2
To please themselves by vexing you	L2
When jests are carried on too far	D2
And the loud laugh begins the war	E
You keep your countenance for shame	M2
Yet still you think your friend to blame	M2
For though men cry they love a jest	K2
'Tis but when others stand the test	K2
And would you have their meaning known	B
They love a jest when 'tis their own	B
You wonder now to see me write	K2
So gravely where the subject's light	K2
Some part of what I here design	P
Regards a friend of yours and mine	P
Who full of humour fire and wit	K2
Not always judges what is fit	K2
But loves to take prodigious rounds	H2
And sometimes walks beyond his bounds	H2
You must although the point be nice	H2
Venture to give him some advice	H2
Few hints from you will set him right	K2
And teach him how to be polite	K2
Bid him like you observe with care	T
Whom to be hard on whom to spare	T
Nor indiscreetly to suppose	H2
All subjects like Dan Jackson's nose	H2
To study the obliging jest	K2
By reading those who teach it best	K2
For prose I recommend Voiture's	H2
For verse I speak my judgment yours	H2
He'll find the secret out from thence	H2
To rhyme all day without offence	H2
And I no more shall then accuse	H2
The flirts of his ill manner'd Muse	H2
If he be guilty you must mend him	N2
If he be innocent defend him	N2

Jonathan Swift

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