Poem by Jonathan Swift

On an Upright Judge

In church your grandsire cut his throat;
To do the job too long he tarried:
He should have had my hearty vote
To cut his throat before he married.

1. A Rebus. By Vanessa
2. Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson’s, in the North of Ireland
3. Verses on Blenheim
4. At Holyhead
5. Drapier’s Hill

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