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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/To Dean Swift

TO DEAN SWIFT
BY SIR ARTHUR ACHESON.
1728.
GOOD cause have I to sing and vapour, For I am landlord to the drapier: He, that of every ear's the charmer, Now condescends to be my farmer. And grace my villa with his strains; Lives such a bard on British plains? No; not in all the British court; For none but witlings there resort, Whose names and works (though dead) are made Immortal by the Dunciad; And, sure as monument of brass, Their fame to future time shall pass; ​How, with a weakly warbling tongue, Of brazen knight they vainly sung: A subject for their genius fit; He dares defy both sense and wit. What dares he not? He can, we know it, A laureat make that is no poet; A judge, without the least pretence To common law, or common sense; A bishop that is no divine And coxcombs in red ribbons shine: Nay, he can make, what's greater far, A middle state 'twixt peace and war; And say, there shall, for years together, Be peace and war, and both, and neither. Happy, O Market-hill! at least, That court and courtiers have no taste: You never else had known the dean, But as of old, obscurely lain; All things gone on the same dull track, And Drapier's-hill been still Drumlack; But now your name with Penshurst vies, Aud wing'd with fame shall reach the skies.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/To Dr. Swift on his Birthday

TO DR. SWIFT,
ON HIS BIRTHDAY.
WHILE I the godlike men of old, In admiration wrapt, behold; Rever'd antiquity explore, And turn the long-lived volumes o'er; Where Cato, Plutarch, Flaccus, shine, ln every excellence divine: ​I grieve that our degenerate days Produce no mighty soul like these: Patriot, philosopher, and bard, Are names unknown, and seldom heard. "Spare your reflection," Phœbus cries; "'Tis as ungrateful as unwise: Can you complain, this sacred day, That virtues or that arts decay? Behold in Swift reviv'd appears The virtues of unnumber'd years; Behold in him, with new delight, The patriot, bard, and sage, unite; And know, Ierne in that name Shall rival Greece and Rome in fame."
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/To the Reverend Dr. Swift on His Birthday

The next poem, To the same, by Dr. Delany, is on the same subject as this poem, and the following poem, The Answer by the Dean, is a response to both this and the next poems.
TO THE REVEREND DR. SWIFT.
WITH A PRESENT OF A PAPER BOOK FINELY BOUND, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, NOV. 30, 1732.
BY JOHN EARL OF ORRERY.
TO thee, dear Swift, these spotless leaves I send; Small is the present, but sincere the friend. Think not so poor a book below thy care; Who knows the price that thou canst make it bear? Though tawdry now, and, like Tyrilla's face, The specious front shines out with borrow'd grace; ​Though pasteboards, glittering like a tinsell'd coat, A rasa tabula within denote: Yet, if a venal and corrupted age, And modern vices, should provoke thy rage; If, warn'd once more by their impending fate, A sinking country and an injur'd state Thy great assistance should again demand, And call forth reason to defend the land; Then shall we view these sheets with glad surprise Inspir'd with thought, and speaking to our eyes: Each vacant space, shall then, enrich'd, dispense True force of eloquence, and nervous sense; Inform the judgment, animate the heart, And sacred rules of policy impart. The spangled covering, bright with splendid ore, Shall cheat the sight with empty show no more: But lead us inward to those golden mines, Where all thy soul in native lustre shines. So when the eye surveys some lovely fair, With bloom of beauty grac'd, with shape and air; How is the rapture heighten'd, when we find Her form excell'd by her celestial mind!
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 1

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Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Perry Index 44.
¶ The fyrst fable is of the frogges and of Jupyter
O thyng is so good as to lyue Justly and at lyberte For fredome and lyberte is better than ony gold or syluer / wherof Esope reherceth to vs suche a fable / There were frogges whiche were in dyches and pondes at theyre lyberte / they alle to gyder of one assente & of one wylle maade a request to Jupiter that he wold gyue them a kynge / And Jupyter beganne ​ganne therof to merueylle / And for theyr kyng he called to them a grete pyece of wood / whiche maade a grete sowne and noyse in the water / wherof alle the frogges had grete drede and sered moche / And after they approched to theyr kynge for to make obeyssaunce vnto hym / ¶ And whanne they perceyued that hit was but a pyece of wood / they torned ageyne to Jupiter prayenge hym swetely that he wold gyue to them another kynge / And Jupiter gaf to them the Heron for to be theyr kynge / And then the Heron beganne to entre in to the water / and ete them one after other / And whanne the frogges sawe that theyr kyng destroyed / and ete them thus / they beganne tendyrly to wepe / sayeng in this manere to the god Jupiter / Ryght hyghe and ryght myghte god Jupiter please the to delyuere vs fro the throte of this dragon and fals tyraunt which eteth vs the one after another / And he sayd to them / the kynge whiche ye haue demounded shalle be your mayster / For whan men haue that / which men oughte to haue / they ought to be ioyful and glad And he that hath lyberte ought to kepe hit wel / For nothyng is better than lyberte / Fur lyberte shold not be wel sold for alle the gold and syluer of all the world
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Quintus/Fable 6

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Numbered 695 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The vj fable is of the hegoote and of the wulf
He feble ought not to arme hym ageynst the stronge / As recyteth this present fable of a wulf / whiche some tyme ranne after a hegoot / and the hegoot for to saue hym lept vpon a rocke / and the wulf besyeged hym / ¶ And after whan they had duelled there two or thre dayes / the wulf beganne to wexe hongry / and the hegoote to haue thurst / And thus the wulf went for to ete / and the hegoot went for ​to drynke / And as the hegoot dranke he sawe his shadowe in the water / and speculynge and beholdynge his shadowe profered and sayd suche wordes within hym sels / Thou hast so fayre legges / so fayr a berd / and so fayre hornes / and hast fere of the wulf / yf hit happed that he come ageyne / I shalle corryge hym wel / and shalle kepe hym wel / that he shalle haue no myght ouer me / ¶ And the wulf whiche held hys peas / and herkened what he sayd / toke hym by the one legge thus sayenge / what wordes ben these whiche thow proferest & sayst brorder Hegoote / ¶ And whanne the hegote sawe that he was taken / he beganne to saye to the wulf / Ha my lord / I saye no thynge / and haue pyte of me / I knowe wel / that it is my coulpe / And the wulf toke hym by the neck and strangled hym / ¶ And therfore it is grete folye whan the feble maketh werre ageynst the puyssant and stronge.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 10

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Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Perry Index 573.
¶ The tenthe fable is of the good man and of the serpente
E that ought not to be assewerd that applyketh and setteth hym to doo somme other eny euyll / wherof esope reherceth suche a fable / Of a serpent / whiche wente & came into the hows of a poure man / which serpent lyued of that whiche felle fro the poure mans table / For the whiche thynge happed a grete fortune to this poure man and bycame moche ryche / But on a daye this man was angry ageynste the serpent / and took a grete staf / and smote at hym / and gretely hurted him / wherfore the serpente wente oute of his hous And therin he came neuer ageyne / And within a lytyll whyle after this / this man retourned and felle ageyne in to grete pouerte / And thenne he knewe that by the fortune of the Serpent he was bycome ryche / and repented hym moche of that he smote the serpent / And thenne this poure man wente and hūbled hym before the serpent sayenge to hym / I praye the that thow wylt pardonne me of thoffense that I have done to the / ​ ¶ And thenne sayd the serpente to the poure man / Syth thow repentest the of thy mysdede / I pardonne and forgyue it to the / But as longe as I shalle be on lyue / I shalle remember me of thy malyce / For as thow hurtest me ones / thow maest as wel hurte me another tyme / For the wounde that thow madest to me / may not forgete the euylle whiche thow hast done to me wherfore he that was ones euylle / shalle euer be presumed & holden for euylle / And therfore men ought to presume ouer hym / by whome they receyue somme dommage and not haue suspecte theyr good and trewe frendes
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 11

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Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Perry Index 477.
¶ The xi fable is of the herte / of the sheep & of the wulf
He thynge which is promysed by force & for decde is not to be hold / wherof esope reherceth suche a fable of a hert which in the presence of a wulf demūaded of a sheep that she shold paye a busshel of corn / And the wulf commaūded to the Ihcep to paye hit/ And whanne the day of payment was come the herte came and demaunded of the sheep his corn And the sheep sayd to hym / the conuenaunces and pactyons made by drede and force oughte not to be holden / For it was force to me beynge to fore the wulf to promytte & graunte to gyue to the that whiche thou neuer lenest to me / And therfor thow shalt haue ryght nought of me / wherfore somtyme it is good to make promisse of some thynge for to eschewe gretter dommage or losse / For the thyngs whiche are done by force haue none fydelyte
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 12

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Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Perry Index 525.
¶ The xij fable is of the balled man / and of the flye
F a lytyl euylle may wel come a gretter / Wherof Esope recyteth suche a fable / Of a flye / whiche pryked a man vpon his bald hede / And whanne he wold have smyte her / she flewgh awey / And thus he smote hym self / wherof the fly beganne to lawhe / And the bald man sayd to her / Ha a euylle beest thow demaundest wel thy dethe / yf I smote my self wherof thow lawhest and mocquest me / But yf I had hytte the / thow haddest be therof slayne / And therfore men sayen comynly that of the euylle of other / men ought not to lawhe ne scorne / But the Iniuryous mocquen and scornen the world / and geteth many enemyes / For the whiche cause oftyme it happeth that of a fewe wordes euyll sette / cometh a grete noyse and daunger
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Quintus/Fable 5

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Numbered 605 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The v fable is of the foxe and of the catte /
Here is many folke / whiche auauncen them and saye that they ben wyse and subtyle / whiche ben grete fooles and knowynge no thynge / As this fable reherceth  Of a foxe whiche som tyme mette with a Catte / to whome he sayd / My godsep / god geue yow good daye / And the catte answerd / my lord god gyue yow good lyf / And thenne the foxe demaunded of hym / My godsep what canst thow doo / And the catte sayd to hym / I can lepe a lytyl / And the fox sayd to hym / Certaynly thow art not worthy to lyue / by cause that thow canst nought doo / And by cause that the cat was angry of foxes wordes / he asked and demaunded of the foxe / And thow godsep what canst thow doo / A thousand wyles haue I sayd the foxe / For I haue a sak ful of scyences and wyles / And I am so grete a clerke / that none maye begyle ne deceyue me / And as they were thus spekyng to gyder the cat perceyued a knyght comynge toward them / whiche had many dogges with hym / and sayd to the foxe / My godsep / ​certaynly I see a knyght comynge hyther ward / whiche ledeth with hym many dogges / the whiche as ye wel knowe ben our enemyes / The foxe thenne ansuerd to the cat / My godsep / thou spekest lyke a coward / and as he that is aferd / lete them come and care not thow / And Incontynently as the dogges perceyued and sawe the foxe and the catte / they beganne to renne vpon them / And whanne the foxe sawe them come / he sayd to the kat / Flee we my broder / flee we / To whome the kat ansuerd / Certaynly godsep / therof is none nede / neuer the les the foxe bylued not the cat / but fledde / and ranne as fast as he myght for to saue hym / And the catte lepte vpon a tree and saued hym self / sayenge / Now shalle we see / who shalle playe best for to preserue and saue hym self / And whanne the catte was vpon a tree / he loked aboute hym / and sawe how the dogges held the foxe with theyr teethe / to whome he cryed and seyd / O godsep and subtyle foxe / of thy thowsand wyles that syth late thow coudest doo / lete me now see / and shewe to me one of them / the foxe ansuerd not/ but was killed of the dogges and the catte was saued / ¶ And therfore the wyse ought not to desprayse the symple / For suche suppofeth to be moche wyse whiche is a kynd and a very foole /
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus

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From Vol. II of The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484, with those of Avian, Alfonso and Poggio. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
* The Frogges and Jupyter
* The Columbes, the Kyte and the Sperehawke
* The Theef and the Dogge
* The Sowe and the Wulf
* The Montayn whiche shoke
* The Wulf and the Lambe
* The old Dogge and his Mayster
* The Hares and the Frogges
* The Wulf and the Kydde
* The good Man and the Serpente
* The Herte, the Sheep & the Wulf
* The balled Man and the Flye
* The Foxe and the Storke
* The Wulf and the dede mans hede
* The Jaye and the Pecok
* The Mule and the Flye
* The Ante and the Flye
* The Wulf, the Foxe and the Ape
* The Man and the Wesel
* The Oxe and the Frogge whiche wold haue compared her to hym
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/By the Rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept

BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT.
I.
We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day ​When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, Made Salem's high places his prey; And Ye, oh her desolate daughters! Were scattered all weeping away.
II.
While sadly we gazed on the river Which rolled on in freedom below, They demanded the song; but, oh never That triumph the Stranger shall know! May this right hand be withered for ever, Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
III.
On the willow that harp is suspended, Oh Salem! its sound should be free; And the hour when thy glories were ended But left me that token of thee: And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended With the voice of the Spoiler by me!
Jan. 15, 1813.
* ↑ [The following note, in Byron's handwriting, is prefixed to the copy in Lady Byron's handwriting:— "Dear Kinnaird,—Take only one of these marked 1 and 2 [i.e. 'By the Rivers,' etc.; and 'By the waters,' vide p. 404], as both are but different versions of the same thought—leave the choice to any important person you like. "Yours, "B."]
* ↑ [Landor, in his "Dialogue between Southey and Porson" (Works, 1846, i. 69), attempted to throw ridicule on the opening lines of this "Melody." "A prey in 'the hue of his slaughters'! This is very pathetic; but not more so than the thought it suggested to me, which is plainer— 'We sat down and wept by the waters Of Camus, and thought of the day When damsels would show their red garters In their hurry to scamper away.'"]
* ↑ Our mute harps were hung on the willow That grew by the stream of our foe, And in sadness we gazed on each billow That rolled on in freedom below.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ On the willow that harp still hangs mutely Oh Salem its sound was for thee.—[MS. erased.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Herod's Lament for Mariamne

HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
I.
Oh, Mariamne! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in Agony And wild Remorse to rage succeeding. Oh, Mariamne! where art thou? Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading: Ah! could'st thou—thou would'st pardon now, Though Heaven were to my prayer unheeding.
II.
And is she dead?—and did they dare Obey my Frenzy's jealous raving? My Wrath but doomed my own despair: The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving.— But thou art cold, my murdered Love! And this dark heart is vainly craving ​For he who soars alone above, And leaves my soul unworthy saving.
III.
She's gone, who shared my diadem; She sunk, with her my joys entombing; I swept that flower from Judah's stem, Whose leaves for me alone were blooming; And mine's the guilt, and mine the hell, This bosom's desolation dooming; And I have earned those tortures well, Which unconsumed are still consuming!
Jan. 15, 1815.
* ↑ [Mariamne, the wife of Herod the Great, falling under the suspicion of infidelity, was put to death by his order. Ever after, Herod was haunted by the image of the murdered Mariamne, until disorder of the mind brought on disorder of body, which led to temporary derangement. See History of the Jews, by H. H. Milman, 1878, pp, 236, 237. See, too, Voltaire's drama, Mariamne, passim. Nathan, wishing "to be favoured with so many lines pathetic, some playful, others martial, etc. ... one evening ... unfortunately (while absorbed for a moment in worldly affairs) requested so many dull lines—meaning plaintive." Byron instantly caught at the expression, and exclaimed, "Well, Nathan! you have at length set me an easy task," and before parting presented him with "these beautifully pathetic lines, saying, 'Here, Nathan, I think you will find these dull enough.'"—Fugitive Pieces, 1829, p. 51.]
* ↑ And what was rage is agony.—[MS. erased.] Revenge is turned ——.—[MS.]
* ↑ And deep Remorse ——.—[MS.]
* ↑ And what am I thy tyrant pleading.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ Thou art not dead—they could not dare Obey my jealous Frenzy's raving.—[MS.]
* ↑ But yet in death my soul enslaving.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ Oh I have earned ——.—[MS.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/A Spirit passed before me

A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME.
FROM JOB.
I.
A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of Immortality unveiled— Deep Sleep came down on every eye save mine— And there it stood,—all formless—but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake;
II.
"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? Creatures of clay—vain dwellers in the dust! The moth survives you, and are ye more just? Things of a day! you wither ere the night, Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/All is Vanity, saith the Preacher

"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER."
I.
Fame, Wisdom, Love, and Power were mine, And Health and Youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart in Beauty's eyes, And felt my soul grow tender; All Earth can give, or mortal prize, Was mine of regal splendour.
II.
I strive to number o'er what days Remembrance can discover, Which all that Life or Earth displays Would lure me to live over. ​There rose no day, there rolled no hour Of pleasure unembittered; And not a trapping decked my Power That galled not while it glittered.
III.
The serpent of the field, by art And spells, is won from harming; But that which coils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming? It will not list to Wisdom's lore, Nor Music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it.
Seaham, 1815.
* ↑ My father was the shepherd's son, Ah were my lot as lowly My earthly course had softly run.—[MS.]
* ↑ [Compare Childe Harold, Canto I. stanza lxxxii. lines 8, 9— "Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings." Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 73, and note 16, p. 93.]
* ↑ Ah! what hath been but what shall be, The same dull scene renewinig? And all our fathers were are we In erring and undoing.—[MS.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/By the Waters of Babylon

"BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON."
I.
In the valley of waters we wept on the day When the host of the Stranger made Salem his prey; And our heads on our bosoms all droopingly lay, And our hearts were so full of the land far away!
II.
The song they demanded in vain—it lay still In our souls as the wind that hath died on the hill— They called for the harp—but our blood they shall spill Ere our right hands shall teach them one tone of their skill.
III.
All stringlessly hung in the willow's sad tree, As dead as her dead-leaf, those mute harps must be: Our hands may be fettered—our tears still are free For our God—and our Glory—and Sion, Oh Thee!
1815.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/From The Portuguese

FROM THE PORTUGUESE.
"TU MI CHAMAS"
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