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O Shield me from his rage, celestial powers!
This tyrant, that embitters all my hours!
Ah! Love! you've poorly play'd the hero's part:
You conquered, but you can't defend my heart.
When first I bent beneath your gentle reign,
I thought this monster banish'd from your train:
But you would raise him to support your throne;
And now he claims your empire as his own.
Or tell me, tyrants! have you both agreed,
That where one reigns, the other shall succeed?
DR. DELANY'S VILLA[2].
WOULD you that Delville I describe?
Believe me, sir, I will not gibe:
For who would be satirical
Upon a thing so very small?
You scarce upon the borders enter,
Before you're at the very centre.
A single crow can make it night,
When o'er your farm she takes her flight:
Yet, in this narrow compass, we
Observe a vast variety;
Both walks, walls, meadows, and parterres,
Windows and doors, and rooms and stairs,
And hills and dales, and woods and fields,
And hay, and grass, and corn, it yields;
- ↑ On the publication of "Cadenus and Vanessa."
- ↑ This was not Swift's, but written by Dr. Sheridan.
