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man in England. Lord Bol. is above triffling: when he writes of any thing in this world, he is more than mortal; if ever he trifles, it must be when he turns a Divine. Gay is writing Tales for Prince William : I suppose Mr. Philips will take this very ill, for two reasons; one that he thinks all childish things belong to him; and the other, because he'll take it ill to be taught that one may write things to a child without being childish. What have I more to add ? but that Lord Oxford desires earnestly to see you : and that many others whom you do not think the worst of, will be gratified by it ; none more, be assured, than yours, &c.

P.S. Pope and you are very great Wits, and I think very indifferent Philosophers: If you despised the world as much as you pretend, and perhaps believe, you would not be so angry with it. The founder of your fect, that noble Original whom you think it so great an honour to resemble, * was a Nave. to the worst part of the world, to the Court; and all his big words were the language of a slighted Lover, who desired nothing so much as a reconciliation, and feared nothing so much as a rup

I believe the world hath used me as scurvily as most people, and yet I could never find in my heart to be thoroughly angry with the simple, false, capricious thing. I should blush alike, to be discovered fond of the world, or piqued at it. Your definition of of Animal

Rationis, * Seneca. of An Animal of Reason.

ture.

Rationis, instead of the common one * Animal Rationale, will not bear examination : define but Reason, and you will see why your distinction is no better than that of the Pontiff Cotta, between || mala ratio, and $ bona ratio. But enough of this; make us a visit, and I'll subscribe to any side of these important questions which you please. We differ less than you imagine, perhaps, when you wish me banish'd again : but I am not lefs true to you and to Philosophy in England, than I was in France.

Yours, &c.

BOLINGBROKE.

L E T T E R XIV.

Dr. Swift to Mr, Pope.

I

London, May 4, 1726. Had rather live in forty Irelands than under

the frequent disquiets of hearing you are out of order. I always apprehend it most after a great dinner ; for the least Transgression of yours, if it be only two þits and one fup more than your stint, is a great debauch; for which you certainly pay more than those sots who are carried dead drunk to bed. My Lord Peterborow spoiled every body's dinner, but especially mine, with telling us that you were detain

ed * A rational Animal. || Bad Reason. Ś Good Reason

.

ed by sickness. Pray let me have three lines, under any hand or pot-hook that will give me a better account of your health ; which concerneth me more than others, because I love and esteem you for reasons that most others have little to do with, and would be the same although you had never touched a pen, further than with writing to me.

I am gathering up my luggage, and preparing for my journey : I will endeavour to think of you as little as I can, and when I write to you, I will strive not to think of

you;

this I intend in return to your kindness; and further, I know no body hath dealt with me fo cruelly as you, the consequences of which usage I fear will last as long as my life, for so long shall I be (in spite of my heart) entirely Yours.

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M left you,

Aug. 22, 1726.
ANY a short figh you cost me the day I
left
you,
and

many more you will cost
me till the day you return; I really walked
about like a man banished, and when I came
home, found it no home. 'Tis a sensation like
that of a limb lopped off, and one is trying
every minute unawares to use it, and finds it is
not. I may say you have used me more cruelly
than
you
have done

any other man ; you have made it more impossible for me to live at ease

with

without you : Habitude it self would have done that, if I had less friendship in my nature than I have. Besides

my
natural memory

of

you, you have made a local one, which presents you to me in every place I frequent: I shall never more think of lord Cobham's, the woods of Ciceter, or the pleasing prospect of Byberry, but your

Ideas must be joined with them ; nor see one seat in my own garden, or one room in my own House without a Phantome of

you, sitting or walking before me. I travelled with you to Chester, I felt the extream Heat of the Weather, the Inns, the Roads, the Confinement and Closeness of the uneasy Coach, and wished a hundred Times I had either a Deanry or a Horse in my gift. In real truth, I have felt my soul peevilh ever since with all about me, from a warm uneasy desire after you. out of myself to no purpose, and cannot catch : you.

* Inhiat in pedes was not more properly applied to a poor dog after a hare, than to me with regard to your departure. I wish I could think no more of it, but lie down and sleep till we meet again, and let that day (how far soever off it be) be the morrow.

Since I cannot, amends that every thing you

wish may attend

you
where

you are, and that you may find

you have there in the state you wish him or her; so that your visit to us may have no other effect, than the

progress of a rich man to a remote estate, which

he * Devours the Scent.

I am gone

may it be

it be my

every friend

he finds greater than he expected ; which knowledge only serves to make him live happier where he is, with no disagreeable prospect if ever he should chuse to remove.

May this be your state, till it becomes what I wilh. But indeed I cannot express the warmth, with which I wish

you

all things, and myself you. Indeed you are engraved elsewhere than on the Cups you sent me, (with so kind an inscription) and I might throw them into the Thames without injury to the giver : I am not pleased with them, but take them very kindly too : And had I suspected any such usage from

you,

I should have enjoyed your company less than I really did, for at this rate I may say

* Nec tecum possum vivere, nec fine te.

I will bring you over just such another present, when I go to the Deanry of St. Patrick's, which I promise you to do, if ever I am enabled to return your kindness. $ Donarem pateras, &c. Till then I'll drink (or Gay Thall drink) daily healths to you, and I'll add to your infcription the old Roman Vow for years to come, VOTIS X. VOTIS XX., My Mother's age gives me authority to hope it for yours.

All those of your friends whom I have seen are constant in their remembrance and good

wishes

* I neither can live with thee nor without thee. $ I would make you a Present of Dishes.

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