Gulliveriana or, a fourth volume of miscellanies. Being a Sequel of the Three Volumes published by Pope and Swift. To which is added, Alexanderiana; or, A Comparison between the Ecclesiastical and Poetical Pope. And many Things, in Verse and Prose, relating to the latter. With an ample Preface; and a Critique on the Third Volume of Miscellanies lately publish'd by those two facetious Writers [by Jonathan Smedley] |
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An ELEGY on the much lamented Death
of Mr. Damer, the famous Rich Man,
who died the sixth Day of July, 1720, at Dublin.
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An ELEGY on the much lamented Death of Mr. Damer, the famous Rich Man, who died the sixth Day of July, 1720, at Dublin.
Know
all Men by these Presents, Death the Tamer,
By Mortgage, hath secur'd the Corps of Damer;
Nor can Four hundred thousand Sterling Pound
Redeem him, from his Prison, under Ground.
His Heirs might well, of all his Wealth possess'd,
Bestow, to bury him, one Iron Chest;
Pluto, the God of Wealth, will joy to know
His faithful Steward, in the Shades below.
He walk'd the Streets, and wore a Thread-bare Cloak,
He Din'd, and Supp'd, at Charge of other Folk;
And, by his Looks, had he held out his Palms,
He might be thought an Object fit for Alms:
So, to the Poor, if he refus'd his Pelf,
He us'd 'em full as kindly as himself.
Where'er he went, he never saw his Betters;
Lords, Knights and Squires were all his humble Debtors.
And under Hand and Seal the Irish Nation,
Were forc'd to own to him their Obligation.
By Mortgage, hath secur'd the Corps of Damer;
Nor can Four hundred thousand Sterling Pound
Redeem him, from his Prison, under Ground.
His Heirs might well, of all his Wealth possess'd,
Bestow, to bury him, one Iron Chest;
Pluto, the God of Wealth, will joy to know
His faithful Steward, in the Shades below.
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He Din'd, and Supp'd, at Charge of other Folk;
And, by his Looks, had he held out his Palms,
He might be thought an Object fit for Alms:
So, to the Poor, if he refus'd his Pelf,
He us'd 'em full as kindly as himself.
Where'er he went, he never saw his Betters;
Lords, Knights and Squires were all his humble Debtors.
And under Hand and Seal the Irish Nation,
Were forc'd to own to him their Obligation.
He! that could, once, have Half a Kingdom bought,
In half a Minute, is not worth a Groat;
His Coffers, from the Coffin, could not save,
Nor all his Int'rest keep him from the Grave.
A golden Monument, would not be right,
Because, we wish the Earth upon him light.
In half a Minute, is not worth a Groat;
His Coffers, from the Coffin, could not save,
Nor all his Int'rest keep him from the Grave.
A golden Monument, would not be right,
Because, we wish the Earth upon him light.
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Oh, London Tavern! thou hast lost a Friend,
Tho' in thy Walls he ne'er did Farthing spend;
He touch'd the Pence, when others touch'd the Pot;
The Hand that sign'd the Mortgage, paid the Shot.
Tho' in thy Walls he ne'er did Farthing spend;
He touch'd the Pence, when others touch'd the Pot;
The Hand that sign'd the Mortgage, paid the Shot.
Old as he was, no vulgar known Disease,
On him, could ever, boast a Pow'r to seize:
But, as his Gold he weigh'd, grim Death, in spight,
Cast in his Dart, which made Three Moydores light.
And, as he saw his darling Money fail,
Blew his last Breath, to sink the lighter Scale.
On him, could ever, boast a Pow'r to seize:
But, as his Gold he weigh'd, grim Death, in spight,
Cast in his Dart, which made Three Moydores light.
And, as he saw his darling Money fail,
Blew his last Breath, to sink the lighter Scale.
He! who so long was Current, 'twou'd be strange
If he should, now, be cry'd down, since his Change.
The Sexton shall green Sods on thee bestow,
Alas! the Sexton is thy Banker, now!
A dismal Banker! must that Banker be,
Who gives no Bills, but of Mortality.
If he should, now, be cry'd down, since his Change.
The Sexton shall green Sods on thee bestow,
Alas! the Sexton is thy Banker, now!
A dismal Banker! must that Banker be,
Who gives no Bills, but of Mortality.
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The EPITAPH.
Beneath this verdant Hillock lies,Damer the Wealthy, and the Wise:
His Heirs, for winding Sheet, bestow'd
His Money-bags together sow'd:
And that he might, securely rest,
Have put his Carcass in a Chest;
That very Chest, in which they say,
His other Self, his Money, lay;
And, if his Heirs continue kind,
To that dear Self, he left behind;
I dare believe, that Four in Five,
Will think his better Half alive.
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