Envious G——­n’s cursed spite,
And P——­l’s derogating lies,
  Lost and sunk in Stygian night;
Still thy labour and thy care,
  What for Dublin thou hast done,
In full lustre shall appear,
  And outshine th’ unclouded sun. 
Large thy mind, and not untried,
  For Hibernia now doth stand,
Through the calm, or raging tide,
  Safe conducts the ship to land. 
Falsely we call the rich man great,
  He is only so that knows
His plentiful or small estate
  Wisely to enjoy and use. 
He in wealth or poverty,
  Fortune’s power alike defies;
And falsehood and dishonesty
  More than death abhors and flies: 
Flies from death!—­no, meets it brave,
  When the suffering so severe
May from dreadful bondage save
  Clients, friends, or country dear. 
This the sovereign man, complete;
  Hero; patriot; glorious; free;
Rich and wise; and good and great;
  Generous Humphry, thou art he.

[Footnote 1:  Elected M. P. for Dublin, by the interest of Swift, in the name of the Drapier.  See Advice to the Freemen of the City of Dublin, etc., “Prose Works,” vii, 310.—­W.  E. B.]

ON MR. PULTENEY’S[1] BEING PUT OUT OF THE COUNCIL. 1731

SIR ROBERT,[2] wearied by Will Pulteney’s teasings,
Who interrupted him in all his leasings,
Resolved that Will and he should meet no more,
Full in his face Bob shuts the council door;
Nor lets him sit as justice on the bench,
To punish thieves, or lash a suburb wench. 
Yet still St. Stephen’s chapel open lies
For Will to enter—­What shall I advise? 
Ev’n quit the house, for thou too long hast sat in’t,
Produce at last thy dormant ducal patent;
There near thy master’s throne in shelter placed,
Let Will, unheard by thee, his thunder waste;
Yet still I fear your work is done but half,
For while he keeps his pen you are not safe. 
  Hear an old fable, and a dull one too;
It bears a moral when applied to you.

A hare had long escaped pursuing hounds,
By often shifting into distant grounds;
Till, finding all his artifices vain,
To save his life he leap’d into the main. 
But there, alas! he could no safety find,
A pack of dogfish had him in the wind. 
He scours away; and, to avoid the foe,
Descends for shelter to the shades below: 
There Cerberus lay watching in his den,
(He had not seen a hare the lord knows when.)
Out bounced the mastiff of the triple head;
Away the hare with double swiftness fled;
Hunted from earth, and sea, and hell, he flies
(Fear lent him wings) for safety to the skies. 
How was the fearful animal distrest! 
Behold a foe more fierce than all the rest: 
Sirius, the swiftest of the heavenly pack,
Fail’d but an inch to seize him by the back. 
He fled to earth, but first it cost him dear;
He left his scut behind, and half an ear.