Though where you'd feel the sharpest tingle,
You lose the smart amidst the jingle!
Doubtless (like Swift) we've now-a-days
Both lords and ladies shy of praise,
Of errors, ills, for ever mumbling,
Yet love 'em for the sake of grumbling.
Had Swift known how to hold his dish up,
I'm told he might have been a Bishop.
I've tried to make him look more recent,
And dock'd him where he's quite indecent.