VERSES
SENT TO THE DEAN WITH AN EAGLE QUILL,
ON HEARING OF THE PRESENTS BY THE EARL OF ORRERY AND DR. DELANY. 
BY MRS. PILKINGTON
Shall then my kindred all my glory claim,
And boldly rob me of eternal fame? 
To every art my gen’rous aid I lend,
To music, painting, poetry, a friend. 
’Tis I celestial harmony inspire,
When fix’d to strike the sweetly warbling wire.[1]
I to the faithful canvas have consign’d
Each bright idea of the painter’s mind;
Behold from Raphael’s sky-dipt pencils rise
Such heavenly scenes as charm the gazer’s eyes. 
O let me now aspire to higher praise! 
Ambitious to transcribe your deathless lays: 
Nor thou, immortal bard, my aid refuse,
Accept me as the servant of your Muse;
Then shall the world my wondrous worth declare,
And all mankind your matchless pen revere.

[Footnote 1:  Quills of the harpsichord.]

AN INVITATION, BY DR. DELANY, IN THE NAME OF DR. SWIFT

Mighty Thomas, a solemn senatus[1] I call,
To consult for Sapphira;[2] so come one and all;
Quit books, and quit business, your cure and your care,
For a long winding walk, and a short bill of fare. 
I’ve mutton for you, sir; and as for the ladies,
As friend Virgil has it, I’ve aliud mercedis;
For Letty,[3] one filbert, whereon to regale;
And a peach for pale Constance,[4] to make a full meal;
And for your cruel part, who take pleasure in blood,
I have that of the grape, which is ten times as good: 
Flow wit to her honour, flow wine to her health: 
High raised be her worth above titles or wealth.[5]

[Footnote 1:  To correct Mrs. Barber’s poems; which were published at London, in 4to, by subscription.]

[Footnote 2:  The name by which Mrs, Barber was distinguished by her friends.—­N.]

[Footnote 2:  Mrs. Pilkington.—­N.]

[Footnote 3:  Mrs. Constantia Grierson, a very learned young lady, who died in 1733, at the age of 27.—­N.]

[Footnote 4:  Mrs. Van Lewen, Mrs. Pilkington’s mother.  Swift had ultimately good reason to regret his intimacy with the Pilkingtons, and the favours he showed them.  See accounts of them in the “Dictionary of National Biography.”—. W.  E. B.]

THE BEASTS’ CONFESSION TO THE PRIEST, ON OBSERVING HOW MOST MEN MISTAKE THEIR OWN TALENTS. 1732

PREFACE

I have been long of opinion, that there is not a more general and greater mistake, or of worse consequences through the commerce of mankind, than the wrong judgments they are apt to entertain of their own talents.  I knew a stuttering alderman in London, a great frequenter of coffeehouses, who, when a fresh newspaper was brought in, constantly seized it first, and read it aloud to his brother citizens; but in a manner as little