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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/A Letter to Dr. Helsham

A LETTER TO DR. HELSHAM.
SIR,
Pray discruciate what follows.
THE dullest beast, and gentleman's liquor, When young is often due to the vicar.
The dullest of beasts, and swine's delight, Make up a bird very swift of flight.
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The dullest beast, and a party distress'd, When too long, is bad at best.
The dullest beast, and the saddle it wears, Is good for partridge, not for hares.
The dullest beast and kind voice of a cat, Will make a horse go, though he be not fat.
The dullest of beasts and of birds in the air, Is that by which all Irishmen swear.
The dullest beast and fam'd college for Teagues, Is a person very unfit for intrigues.
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The dullest beast, and that which you kiss, May break a limb of master or miss.
Of serpent kind, and what at distance kills, Poor mistress Dingley oft hath felt its bills. ​The dullest beast, and eggs unsound, Without it I rather would walk on the ground.
The dullest beast and what covers a house, Without it a writer is not worth a louse.
The dullest beast, and scandalous vermin, Of roast or boil'd, to the hungry is charming.
The dullest beast, and what's cover'd with crust, There's nobody but a fool that would trust.
The dullest beast mending highways, Is to a horse an evil disease.
The dullest beast and a hole in the ground, Will dress a dinner worth five pound.
The dullest beast, and what doctors pretend, The cookmaid often has by the end.
The dullest beast and fish for lent, May give you a blow you'll for ever repent.
The dullest beast, and a shameful jeer, Without it a lady should never appear.
Wednesday night.
I writ all these before I went to bed. Pray explain them for me, because I cannot do it.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/Advertisement For the Honour of Ireland

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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/A Friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson

A FRIENDLY APOLOGY FOR A CERTAIN JUSTICE OF PEACE,
By Way of Defence of Hartley Hutchinson, Esq.
But he by bawling news about, And aptly using brush and clout, A justice of the peace became, To punish rogues who do the same."Hud.
By JAMES BLACKWELL, Operator for the Feet.
I SING the man of courage try'd, O'errun with ignorance and pride, Who boldly hunted out disgrace With canker'd mind and hideous face; The first who made (let none deny it), The libel-vending rogues be quiet. The fact was glorious, we must own, For Hartley was before unknown, Contemn'd, I mean; — for who would choose So vile a subject for the Muse? 'Twas once the noblest of his wishes To fill his paunch with scraps from dishes, For which he'd parch before the grate, Or wind the jack's slow-rising weight, (Such toils as best his talents fit) Or polish shoes, or turn the spit; But, unexpectedly grown rich in 'Squire Domvile's family and kitchen, He pants to eternize his name, And takes the dirty road to fame; Believes that persecuting wit Will prove the surest way to it; ​So, with a colonel at his back, The Libel feels his first attack; He calls it a seditious paper, Writ by another patriot Drapier; Then raves and blunders nonsense thicker Than aldermen o'ercharg'd with liquor; And all this with design, no doubt, To hear his praises hawk'd about; To send his name through every street, Which erst he roam'd with dirty feet; Well pleas'd to live to future times, Though but in keen satirick rhymes. So Ajax, who, for aught we know, Was justice many years ago, And minding then no earthly things, But killing libellers of kings; Or, if he wanted work to do, To run a bawling news-boy through; Yet he, when wrapp'd up in a cloud, Entreated father Jove aloud, Only in light to show his face, Though it might tend to his disgrace. And so th' Ephesian villain fir'd The temple which the world admir'd, Contemning death, despising shame, To gain an ever-odious name.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/A New Simile For the Ladies

The next poem, Answer by Dr. Swift, is a response to this poem.
A NEW SIMILE FOR THE LADIES.
BY DR. SHERIDAN. 1733.
"To make a writer miss his end, You've nothing else to do but mend."
I OFTEN tried in vain to find A simile for womankind, A simile I meant to fit 'em, In every circumstance to hit 'em. Through every beast and bird I went, I ransack'd every element; And, after peeping through all nature To find so whimsical a creature, A cloud presented to my view, And straight this parallel I drew: Clouds turn with every wind about, They keep us in suspense and doubt, Yet oft perverse, like womankind, Are seen to scud against the wind: And are not women just the same? For, who can tell at what they aim? Clouds keep the stoutest mortals under, When bellowing they discharge their thunder: So when the alarumbell is rung Of Xanti's everlasting tongue, The husband dreads its loudness more Than lightning's flash, or thunder's roar. Clouds weep, as they do, without pain; And what are tears but women's rain? ​The clouds about the welkin roam; And ladies never stay at home. The clouds build castles in the air, A thing peculiar to the fair: For all the schemes of their forecasting, Are not more solid, nor more lasting. A cloud is light by turns, and dark, Such is a lady with her spark; Now with a sudden pouting gloom She seems to darken all the room; Again she's pleas'd, his fears beguil'd, And all is clear when she has smil'd. In this they 're wondrously alike, (I hope the simile will strike) Though in the darkest dumps you view them, Stay but a moment, you'll see through them. The clouds are apt to make reflection, And frequently produce infection; So Cælia, with small provocation, Blasts every neighbour's reputation. The clouds delight in gaudy show, (For they, like ladies, have their bow) The gravest matron will confess, That she herself is fond of dress. Observe the clouds in pomp array'd, What various colours are display'd; The pink, the rose, the violet's die, In that great drawingroom the sky; How do these differ from our Graces, In garden-silks, brocades, and laces? Are they not such another sight, When met upon a birthday night? The clouds delight to change their fashion: (Dear ladies, be not in a passion!) ​Nor let this whim to you seem strange, Who every hour delight in change. In them and you alike are seen The sullen symptoms of the spleen; The moment that your vapours rise, We see them dropping from your eyes. In evening fair you may behold The clouds are fring'd with borrowed gold; And this is many a lady's case, Who flaunts about in borrow'd lace. Grave matrons are like clouds of snow, Their words fall thick, and soft, and slow; While brisk coquettes, like rattling hail, Our ears on every side assail. Clouds when they intercept our sight, Deprive us of celestial light; So when my Chloe I pursue, No Heaven besides I have in view. Thus, on comparison you see. In every instance they agree; So like, so very much the same, That one may go by t'other's name. Let me proclaim it then aloud, That every woman is a cloud.
# The Star in the Window (Stokes)

This is the earliest known version, published by Frederick A. Stokes & Brother.
THE STAR IN THE WINDOW
TO L. P.
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
* Chapter 34
* Chapter 35
* Chapter 36
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 26

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Numbered 368 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xxvj Fable is of the wynd and of therthen pot
e that ouer moche enhaunceth hym self / sooner than he wold / he falleth doune / as hit appereth by this fable / Of an erthen pot maker whiche made a grete pot of erthe / the whiche he dyd sette in the sonne / by cause that more surely hit shold haue ben dryed / Ageynste the whiche came and blewe a grete wynd / And whanne the wynd sawe the potte he demaunded of hym / who arte thow / And the pot ansuerd to hym / I am a potte the best made that men can fynde / & none may lette ne empeche me / And how sayd the wynde / thow art yet al loste / and hast neyther vertue ne none force / and by cause I knowe wel thy ouer pryde / I shall breke the / and putte the in to pyeces / to thende / that thow of thy grete pryde mayst haue knowlege / And therfore the feble ought to meke and humble hym self and obeye to his lord / and not to enhaūce hym more than he ought / to thende / he falleth not from hyhe to lowe
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 25

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¶ The xxv fable is of the ape and of his two children
E that somtyme men despreysen / may wel helpe somme other / as hit appereth by this Fable of an Ape / whiche had two children / of the whiche he hated the one / & loued the other / whiche he toke in his armes / and with hym fled before the dogges / And whanne the other sawe / that his moder lefte hym behynde / he ranne and lepte on her back / And by cause that the lytyl ape whiche the she ape held in her armes empeched her to flee / she lete hit falle to the erthe / And the other whiche the moder hated held fast and was saued / the whiche from thens forthon kyssed and embraced his moder / And she thenne beganne to loue hym wherfore many tymes it happeth / that that thynge whiche is despreysed / is better than that thynge whiche is loued and preysed / For somtyme the children whiche ben preysed and loued / done lesse good than they whiche ben despreysed and hated
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 27

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¶ The xxvij fable is of the wulf and of the lambe
f two euyls men ought euer to eschewe and flee the worst of bothe / yf ony of them may be eschewed / as hit appiereth by this fable / of a wulf / whiche ranne after a lambe / the whiche lambe fled into the hows where as gotes were / And whan the wulf sawe that he myght in no wyse take the lambe / he sayd to hym by swete wordes / Leue thy felauship / and come with me into the feldes / for yf thow come not / thow shalt be take by them / and shalt be sacryfyed to theyre goddes / And the lamb ansuered to the wulf / I haue leuer to shede al my blood for the loue of the goddes / and to be sacryfysed / than to be eten and deuoured of the / And therfore he is ful of wysedome and of prudence / who of two grete euyls may and can escape the grettest of bothe /
¶ Here fynysshen the fables of Auian / And after followen the fables of Alfonce
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 3

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Numbered 322 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The thyrd fable is of the two Creuysses
E whiche will teche and lerne some other / ought first to corryge & examyne hym self / as it appereth by this fable of a creuysse / whiche wold haue chastysed her owne doughter bicause that she wente not wel ryght / And sayd to her in this manere / My doughter / hit pleaseth me not that thow goost thus backward / For euylle myght wel therof come to the / And thenne the doughter sayd to her moder My moder I shalle go ryght and forward with a good will but ye must goo before for to shewe to me the waye / But the moder coude not other wyse goo / than after her kynd / wherfore her doughter sayd unto her / My moder fyrst lerne your self for to goo ryght and forward / and thenne ye shalle teche me And therfore he that wylle teche other / ought to shewe good ensample / For grete shame is to the doctour whanne his owne coulpe or faulte accuseth hym
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 24

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¶ The xxiiij fable is of the goos and of her lord
E that ouer ladeth hym self / is euylle strayned / As this fable sayeth / of a man / whiche had a goos / that leyd euery day an egge of gold / The man of auaryce or couetousnes commaunded and bad to her / that euery daye she shold leye two egges / And she sayd to hym / Certaynly / my mayster I maye not / wherfore the man was wrothe with her / and slewe her / wherfore he lost that same grete good / of the whiche dede he was moche sorowful and wrothe / how be it that it was not tyme to shette the stable whan the horses ben loste / & gone/ And he is not wyse whiche does such a thynge / wherof he shalle repente hym after ward / ne healso / whiche doth his owne dommage for to auenge hym self on somme other / For by cause that he supposeth to wynne al / he leseth all that he hath.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 6

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Numbered 332 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The vj fable is of the two dogges
E that taketh within hym self vayne glorye of that thynge / by the whiche he shold humble hym self is a very fole / as hit appereth by this fable / of a fader of famylle / whiche had two dogges / of the whiche the one withoute ony barkyng bote the folke / & the other dyd barke and bote not / And whan the fader of famyll perceyued the shrewdness and malyce of the dogge that barkyd not he henge on his nek a belle / to the ende that men shold beware of hym / wherfore the dogge was ouer prowd and fyers / and beganne to dyspreyse alle the other dogges / of the whiche one of the moost auncyent sayd to hym in this manere / O fole beest / now perceyue I wel thy foly and grete wodenesse to suppose / that this belle is gyuen to the for thyn owne deserte and meryte / but certaynly hit is not soo / For hit is taken to the for thy demerytes / and by cause of thy shrewdnesse / and grete treason / for to shewe / that thow arte fals and traytour / And therfore none oughte to be Joyeful and gladde of that thynge / wherof ​he oughte to be tryst and sorowful / as many foles done / whiche make Joye of theyr vyces and euyll dedes / for a moche fole were the theef whiche that men ledde for to be hanged / and that he had a cord of gold aboute his neck / yf he shold make Joye therof / how be hit that the corde were moche ryche and fayre
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 22

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Numbered 35 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xxij fable is of the viator or palmer and of Satyre
En ought to beware & kepe hym self from hym whiche bereth both fyre and water / as reherceth to vs this Fable Of a pylgrim / whiche somtyme walked in the wynter / and wente thurgh a grete forest / ¶ And by cause that the snowe had couerd al the wayes / he wist ne knewe not whyther he wente / ageynste the whiche came a wodewose named Satyre by cause he sawe hym a cold / whiche aproched to the pylgrym and brought hym in to his pytte / And whan the pylgrym sawe hym / he hadde grete drede by cause that a wodewose is a monstre lyke to the man / as hit appiereth by his fygure / ¶ And as the wodewose or Satyre ledde the pylgrym in to his pytte / the pylgrym dyd blowe within his handes for to chauffe them / For he was sore cold / And thenne the wodewose gaf to hym hote water to drynke / ¶ And whan the pylgrym wold haue dronken hit / he beganne to blowe in hit / And the wodewose demaunded of hym / why ​he dyd hinwe in hit / And the pylgrym sayd to hym / I blowe in hit / for to haue it somwhat more cold than hit is / The wodewose thenne sayd to hym / Thy felauship is not good to me / by cause that thow berest bothe the fyre and the water in thy mouthe / therfore go hens fro my pyt and neuer retorne ageyne / For the felauship of the man whiche hath two tongues is nought / And the man wiche is wyse ought to flee the felauship of flaterers / For by flateryng & adulacion many haue ben begyled and deceyued
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 23

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¶ The xxiij fable is of the oxe and of the rat
He lordes ought to loue theyr subgettis / For he whiche is hated of his tenaunts and subgets / is not lord of his land / as hit appereth by this Fable / Of an oxe / whiche somtyme was within a stable / and as the oxe on a tyme wold haue slepte fayne / a rat came / whiche bote the oxe by the thyes / And as the oxe wold haue smyten hym / he ran awaye into his hole / And thenne the oxe beganne to menace the rat / And the ratte sayd to hym / I am not aferd of the And yf thow arte grete / thy parentes ben cause therof and not thy self / And therfore the stronge ought not to despeyse the feble / but ought to loue hym as the chyef or hede ought to loue his lymmes / For he that loueth not / oughte not to be loued / And therfore the lord must loue his subgettys / yf of them he wylle be loued
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 4

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Numbered 358 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The fourthe fable is of the asse / and of the skynne of the Lyon
One ought not to gloryfye hym self of the goodes of other . as recyteth this fable of an ass whiche somtyme fond the skynne of a lyon / the whiche he dyd & wered on hym / but he coude neuer hyde his eres therwith / & when he was / as he supposed wel arayed with the sayd skynne / he ranne in to the forest / And whanne the wyld beestes sawe hym come / they were so ferdfull that they alle ​beganne to flee / For they wend / that it had be the lyon / And the mayster of the asse serched and soughte his asse in euery place al aboute And as he had soughte longe / he thoughte that he wold go in to the forest for to see yf his asse were there / And as soone as he was entryd in to the forest / he mette with his asse arayed as before is sayd / but his mayster whiche had soughte hym longe sawe his erys / wherfore he knewe hym wel / and anone toke hym / and sayd in this manere / Ha a mayster asse / arte thow clothed with the skynne of the lyon / thow makest the bestes to be aferd / but yf they knewe the / as wel as I do / they shold haue no fere of the / but I ensure the / that wel I shalle bete the therfore / And thenne he toke fro hym the skynne of the lyon / and sayd to hym Lyon shalt thow be no more / but an asse shalt thow euer be / And his mayster tooke thenne a staf / and smote hym / soo that euer after he remembryd hym wel of hit / And therfore he whiche auaunceth hym self of other mennes goodes is a very foole / For as men sayn comynly he is not wel arayed nor wel appoynted / whiche is clothed with others gowne / ne also it is not honeste to make large thonges of other mennes leder