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The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1 By Jonathan Swift Characters: 819

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Curst be the wretch! nay, doubly curst!

(If it may lawful be

To curse our greatest enemy,)

Who learn'd himself that heresy first,

(Which since has seized on all the rest,)

That knowledge forfeits all humanity;

Taught us, like Spaniards, to be proud and poor,

And fling our scraps before our door!

Thrice happy you have 'scaped this general pest;

Those mighty epithets, learned, good,

and great,

Which we ne'er join'd before, but in romances meet,

We find in you at last united grown.

You cannot be compared to one:

I must, like him that painted Venus' face,

Borrow from every one a grace;

Virgil and Epicurus will not do,

Their courting a retreat like you,

Unless I put in Caesar's learning too:

Your happy frame at once controls

This great triumvirate of souls.

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