Kifs my A is no Treafon: Or, An Historical and

Critical Difcertation upon the Art of felling Bar-

gains.

152

A Sermon preached at the Mercat Crofs of Edinburgh, on

the Subject of the Union, in 1706, while the A& for

uniting the Two Kingdoms was depending before the

Parliament there.

169

An Examination of Dr. Woodward's Account of the

Deluge, &c. With a Comparison between Steno's

Philofophy and the Doctor's, in the Cafe of Marine

Bodies dug out of the Earth.

192

The Freeholder's Political Catechifm, Anno 1733. 232

ΓΩΝΟΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ. Know yourfelf.

253

Huygens de Ratiociniis in Ludo Ale: Tranflated into

English by Dr. Arbuthnot.

257

The Longitude examined. A fhort Epifle to the

Longitudinarians.

297

I

THE DEDICATION.

SIR,

Believe no one will difpute your Right to this little Poem, any more than your prefiding over that Diverfion it celebrates; therefore I fball, without Excufe, lay it at your Feet.

The Flattery of Dedications has been often exploded: to avoid the most diftant Imputation of which I fball omit feveral Things, that (perhaps) might not be justly fo called: And that the more readily, VOL. II.

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fince

Since your Merit is fo well known, it would be only publifhing what is in every one's Mouth.

I cannot, however, help congratulating you on that Gift of Nature, by which you feem fo adapted to the Poft you enjoy. I mean that natural Mafque, which is too vifible a Perfection to be here infified on and, I am fure, never fails of making an Impreffion on the most indifferent Beholder.

Another Gift of Nature, which you seem to enjoy in no fmall Degree, is that modeft Confidence fupforting you in every Act of your Life. Certainly, a great Bleffing For I always have obferved, that Brafs in the Forehead draws Gold into the Pocket.

As for what Mankind calls Virtues, I shall not compliment you on them: Since you are fo wife to keep them fecret from the World, far be it from me to publish them; especially fince they are Things which lie out of the Way of your Calling.

Here I beg Leave to contradict two fcandalous
Afperfions which have been fpread against you.
First, That you are a Bd.

Secondly, A Conjurer.

Whoever has feen you at a M-fq-r-de, cannot believe the firft--and you have given feveral Infances at White's, that you are not the other.

But what fignifies attempting to confute what needs no Confutation? Befides, you have fo great a Soul, that you defpife all Scanda! and live in the World with the fame Indifference, that People have at a Masquerade where they are not known.

Smile then (if you can fmile) on my Endeavours, and this little Poem, with Candour for which the Author defires no more Gratuity than a Ticket for your next Ball, and is, SIR,

From my Garret in Grub-Street.

Your moft Obedient,

Humble Servant,

Lemuel Gulliver.

THE

MASQUERADE, &c.

OME call Curiofity an Evil,

And fay, 'twas that by which the Devil
With Eve fucceeded, in his Suit,

To tafte the dear forbidden Fruit.

Others, (allowing this) yet wou'd
Prove it has done lefs Harm than Good.
To this (fay They) whate'er we know
In Arts or Sciences, we owe.

To this, how juftly are attributed

What W-ft-n, H-l-y, have exhibited!
From this, we borrow Hopes of greater
Difcoveries of Madam Nature.
Hence, is our Expectation gain'd,
To fee the Longitude explain'd.
'Tis this, which fets the Chymift on
To fearch that fecret-natur'd Stone,
Which the Philosophers have told,
When found, turns all Things into Gold,
But being hunted, and not caught,
Oh! fad Reverfe! turns Gold to nought.
Britain may hence her Knowledge brag
Of Lilliput and Brobdingnag :
This Paffion dictated that Voyage,
Which will be parallel'd in no Age.
"Twas this which furl'd my fwelling Sails,
And bid me truft uncertain Gales;
Gave me thro' unknown Seas a Lift,
Aad, fright of Dangers, made me Swift.

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'Tis

Tis this, which fends the British Fair
To fee Italians dance in Air.

This crowds alike the Repr'fentation
Of Lun's and Bullen's Coronation.
By this embolden'd, tim'rous Maids
Adventure to the Masquerades ;
And, to confefs the Truth, 'twas this,
Which fent me there, as well as Mifs.
Now, for the Benefit of those,
Whofe Curiofity oppose,

Or Parents ftrict, or jealous Spouses,
(Rogues who make Prifons of their Houfes,)
The Sequel all its Joys unravels,
Plain as th' Adventures in my Travels.

The Criticks wou'd be apt to bark,

Was I to leave them in the Dark
As to my Drefs-Faith! I appear'd
In the ftrange Habit of a Bard.

My fhabby Coat you might have known.

To have been black-tho' now 'twas brown. My Breeches (old Tradition fays)

Were new in Queen Eliza's Days;

And to inforce our Faith, we're told

They ne'er were worn with weighty Gold.

My Goat-fkin-aping Wig (I've heard)
Was made of Hudibras's Beard;
Its Hairs in Quantity and Hue
Declare its Ped'gree to be true.
The Laurel did my Temples grace,
As did a Mafque my uglier Face.
Thus when equipp'd, I call'd a Chair,
Go, to th' Hay-Market Theatre.

O Mufe, fome Simile indite,
To fhew the Oddnefs of the Sight.
As in a Madman's frantick Skull,
When pale-fac'd Luna is at full,