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As when a lofty pile is raised	A
We never hear the workmen praised	A
Who bring the lime or place the stones	B
But all admire Inigo Jones	B
So if this pile of scattered rhymes	C
Should be approved in aftertimes	C
If it both pleases and endures	C
The merit and the praise are yours	C
Thou Stella wert no longer young	D
When first for thee my harp was strung	D
Without one word of Cupid's darts	C
Of killing eyes or bleeding hearts	C
With friendship and esteem possest	A
I ne'er admitted Love a guest	A
In all the habitudes of life	E
The friend the mistress and the wife	E
Variety we still pursue	C
In pleasure seek for something new	C
Or else comparing with the rest	A
Take comfort that our own is best	A
The best we value by the worst	A
As tradesmen show their trash at first	A
But his pursuits are at an end	A
Whom Stella chooses for a friend	A
A poet starving in a garret	A
Invokes his mistress and his Muse	C
And stays at home for want of shoes	C
Should but his Muse descending drop	F
A slice of bread and mutton chop	F
Or kindly when his credit's out	A
Surprise him with a pint of stout	A
Or patch his broken stocking soles	C
Or send him in a peck of coals	C
Exalted in his mighty mind	A
He flies and leaves the stars behind	A
Counts all his labours amply paid	A
Adores her for the timely aid	A
Or should a porter make inquiries	C
For Chloe Sylvia Phillis Iris	C
Be told the lodging lane and sign	G
The bowers that hold those nymphs divine	G
Fair Chloe would perhaps be found	A
With footmen tippling under ground	A
The charming Sylvia beating flax	C
Her shoulders marked with bloody tracks	C
Bright Phyllis mending ragged smocks	C
And radiant Iris in the pox	C
These are the goddesses enrolled	A
In Curll's collection new and old	A
Whose scoundrel fathers would not know 'em	H
If they should meet them in a poem	H
True poets can depress and raise	C
Are lords of infamy and praise	C
They are not scurrilous in satire	I
Nor will in panegyric flatter	I
Unjustly poets we asperse	C
Truth shines the brighter clad in verse	C
And all the fictions they pursue	C
Do but insinuate what is true	C
Now should my praises owe their truth	J
To beauty dress or paint or youth	J
What stoics call without our power	I
They could not be ensured an hour	I
'Twere grafting on an annual stock	K
That must our expectation mock	K
And making one luxuriant shoot	A
Die the next year for want of root	A
Before I could my verses bring	L
Perhaps you're quite another thing	L
So Maevius when he drained his skull	M
To celebrate some suburb trull	M
His similes in order set	A
And every crambo he could get	A
Had gone through all the common places	C
Worn out by wits who rhyme on faces	C
Before he could his poem close	C
The lovely nymph had lost her nose	C
Your virtues safely I commend	A
They on no accidents depend	A
Let malice look with all her eyes	C
She dare not say the poet lies	C
Stella when you these lines transcribe	N
Lest you should take them for a bribe	N
Resolved to mortify your pride	A
I'll here expose your weaker side	A
Your spirits kindle to a flame	O
Moved by the lightest touch of blame	O
And when a friend in kindness tries	C
To show you where your error lies	C
Conviction does but more incense	C
Perverseness is your whole defence	C
Truth judgment wit give place to spite	A
Regardless both of wrong and right	A
Your virtues all suspended wait	A
Till time has opened reason's gate	A
And what is worse your passion bends	C
Its force against your nearest friends	C
Which manners decency and pride	A
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Have taught from you the world to hide	A
In vain for see your friend has brought	A
To public light your only fault	A
And yet a fault we often find	A
Mixed in a noble generous mind	A
And may compare to Etna's fire	I
Which though with trembling all admire	P
The heat that makes the summit glow	Q
Enriching all the vales below	Q
Those who in warmer climes complain	R
From Phoebus' rays they suffer pain	R
Must own that pain is largely paid	A
By generous wines beneath a shade	A
Yet when I find your passions rise	C
And anger sparkling in your eyes	C
I grieve those spirits should be spent	A
For nobler ends by nature meant	A
One passion with a different turn	S
Makes wit inflame or anger burn	S
So the sun's heat with different powers	C
Ripens the grape the liquor sours	C
Thus Ajax when with rage possest	A
By Pallas breathed into his breast	A
His valour would no more employ	T
Which might alone have conquered Troy	T
But blinded be resentment seeks	C
For vengeance on his friends the Greeks	C
You think this turbulence of blood	A
From stagnating preserves the flood	A
Which thus fermenting by degrees	C
Exalts the spirits sinks the lees	C
Stella for once your reason wrong	U
For should this ferment last too long	U
By time subsiding you may find	A
Nothing but acid left behind	A
From passion you may then be freed	A
When peevishness and spleen succeed	A
Say Stella when you copy next	A
Will you keep strictly to the text	A
Dare you let these reproaches stand	A
And to your failing set your hand	A
Or if these lines your anger fire	I
Shall they in baser flames expire	P
Whene'er they burn if burn they must	A
They'll prove my accusation just	A

Jonathan Swift

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