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Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift Jonathan Swift Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift Table of Contents Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift1 Jonathan Swift1 i Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift Jonathan Swift This page copyright © 2001 Blackmask Online. As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast: In all distresses of our friends, We first consult our private ends; While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us. If this perhaps your patience move, Let reason and experience prove. We all behold with envious eyes Our equal raised above our size. Who would not at a crowded show Stand high himself, keep others low? I love my friend as well as you: But why should he obstruct my view? Then let me have the higher post: Suppose it but an inch at most. If in battle you should find One whom you love of all mankind, Had some heroic action done, A champion killed, or trophy won; Rather than thus be overtopped, Would you not wish his laurels cropped? Dear honest Ned is in the gout, Lies racked with pain, and you without: How patiently you hear him groan! How glad the case is not your own! What poet would not grieve to see His brethren write as well as he? But rather than they should excel, He wished his rivals all in hell. Her end when Emulation misses, She turns to Envy, stings, and hisses: Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift