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[Footnote 1: Lord Orrery translated the letters of the younger Pliny.--_Scott._]
TO DOCTOR DELANY
ON HIS BOOK ENt.i.tLED "OBSERVATIONS ON LORD ORRERY'S REMARKS"
Delany, to escape your friend the Dean, And prove all false that Orrery had writ, You kindly own his Gulliver profane, Yet make his puns and riddles sterling wit.
But if for wrongs to Swift you would atone, And please the world, one way you may succeed, Collect Boyle's writings and your own, And serve them as you served THE DEED.
EPIGRAM
On Faulkner's displaying in his shop the Dean's bust in marble, (now placed in the great aisle of St. Patrick's church), while he was publishing Lord Orrery's Remarks.
Faulkner! for once you have some judgment shown, By representing Swift transform'd to stone; For could he thy ingrat.i.tude have known, Astonishment itself the work had done!
AN INSCRIPTION
Intended for a compartment in Dr. Swift's monument, designed by Cunningham, on College Green, Dublin.
Say, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame, What added honours can the sculptor give?
None.--'Tis a sanction from the Drapier's name Must bid the sculptor and his marble live.
June 4, 1765.
AN EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY THE ABOVE INSCRIPTION
Which gave the Drapier birth two realms contend; And each a.s.serts her poet, patriot, friend: Her mitre jealous Britain may deny; That loss Ierne's laurel shall supply; Through life's low vale, she, grateful, gave him bread; Her vocal stones shall vindicate him dead.
W. B. J. N.
1766.