The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1 by Jonathan Swift
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[Footnote 10: A usual saying of hers.--_Swift_.] [Footnote 11: Swift.] [Footnote 12: Dr. Bolton, one of the chaplains.--_Faulkner_.] [Footnote 13: A cant word of Lord and Lady Berkeley to Mrs. Harris.] [Footnote 14: Swift elsewhere terms his own calling a _trade_. See his letter to Pope, 29th Sept., 1725, cited in Introduction to Gulliver, "Prose Works," vol. viii, p. xxv.--_W. E. B_.] A BALLAD ON THE GAME OF TRAFFIC WRITTEN AT THE CASTLE OF DUBLIN, 1699 My Lord,[1] to find out who must deal, Delivers cards about, But the first knave does seldom fail To find the doctor out. But then his honour cried, Gadzooks! And seem'd to knit his brow: For on a knave he never looks |
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