Part 2 — ON SEVERAL PETTY PIECES LATELY PUBLISHED AGAINST DEAN SWIFT, NOW DEAF AND INFIRM
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Thy mortal part, ingenious Swift! must die, Thy fame shall reach beyond mortality! How puny whirlings joy at thy decline, Thou darling offspring of the tuneful nine! The noble lion thus, as vigour passes, The fable tells us, is abused by asses.