better or easier; next to that it pleases me that you make me the person you would complain to.
As the obtaining the love of valuable men is the happiest end I know of this life, so the next felicity is to get rid of fools and scoundrels; which I cannot but own to you was one part of my design in falling upon these authors, whose incapacity is not greater than their insincerity, and of whom I have always found (if I may quote myself)
That each bad author is as bad a friend.
This Poem will rid me of those insects,
Cedite Romani Scriptores, cedite Graii,
Nescio quid majus nascitur Iliade[1].
I mean than my Iliad; and I call it Nescio quid which is a degree of modesty; but however if it silence these fellows[2], it must be something greater than any Iliad in Christendom. Adieu.
DUBLIN, MAY 10, 1728,
I HAVE with great pleasure shown the New England newspaper with the two names Jonathan Gulliver; and I remember Mr. Fortescue[3] sent
you