a Swift tale

by Roberto Lavidez

in antient

times

the wise

were able

in proper

terms

to write

a fable

their tales

would always

justly suit

the characters

of ev’ry brute

come hither

all ye empty

things

ye bubble s

rais’d by

breath of Kings

who float

upon the tide

of stats

what spirit

since the

world began

could always

bear to strive

with man

which god

pronounc’d

he never

wou’d

and soon

convinc’d

them by

a flood

come hither

and behold

your fate

wherever

the damn’d

do chiefly

abound

most certainly

there is

hell to

be found

damn’d poets

damn’d criticks

damn’d blockheads

damn’d knaves

the cold

conceits

the chilling

thoughts

went down

like stupefying

draughts

I found

my head

began to

swim

a numbness

crept through

ev’ry limb

we fly from

luxury

and wealth

to hardships

in pursuit

of health

from gen’rous

wines and

costly fare

and dozing in

an easy chair

Prometheus

on a rock

was laid

ty’d with

chain

himself

had made

on icy

Caucasus

to shiver

while vultures

eat his

growing liver

if the

machinations

brewing to

compliat

the publick

ruin

never once

could have

the pow’r

to affect me

half an hour

the point

is plain

remove

the cause

defend

your liberties

and laws

be sometimes

to your

country true

have once

the public

good

in view

the wise

pretend to

make it clear

‘tis no

great loss

to lose

an ear

why are we

then

so fond

of two

when by

experience

one will do

but yet

the point is

not so clear

in another case

the sense of

hearing

for tho’

the place of

either ear

be distant

as one head

can bear

the doctor

if you will

believe him

confess’d

a sin

and god

forgive him

call’d up

at midnight

ran to save

a blind old

beggar from

the grave

the time

is not remote

when I must

by the course

of nature dye

when I forsee

my special

friends

will try

to find their

private ends

the genius

has perhaps

a knack at

trudging in

a beaten

track

but is for

state affairs

as fit as mine

for politicks

and wit

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