The select works of Jonathan Swift Volume 4; containing the whole of his poetical works, the Tale of a Tab, Battle of the Books, Gulliver's travels, Directions to servants, Art of Punning, etc - Softcover

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 Excerpt: ...call'd you goose; Which, and I am sure I have been his servant four years since October, And he never call'd me worse than sweetheart, drunk or sober; Not that I know his Reverence was ever con cern'd to my knowledge, Though you and your come-rogues keep him out so late in your wicked college. You say you will eat grass on his grave. A Christian eat grass! Whereby you now confess yourself to be a goose or an ass. But that's as much as to say, that my master should die before ye; Well, well, that's as God pleases; and I don't believe that's a true story; And so say I told you so, and you may go tell my master; what care I? Mary. And I don't care who knows it; 'tis all one to Every body knows that I love to tell truth and shame the devil: I am but a poor servant; but I think gentlefolks should be civil. Besides, you found fault with our victuals one day that you was here; the year: I remember it was on a Tuesday, of all days in And Saunders, the man, says you are always jesting and mocking. 'Mary,' said he, (one day as I was mending my master's stocking) 'My master is so fond of that minister that keeps the school--I thought my master a wise man, but that man makes him a fool.' Saunders, (said I) I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen and I would pin a dishclout to his tail.' And now I must go and get Saunders to direct this letter, For I write but a sad scrawl; but my sister Marget she writes better. Well, but I must run and make the bed before my master comes from pray'rs; And see, now, it strikes ten, and I hear him coming up stairs: Whereof I could say more to your verses, if I could write written hand; And so I remain in a civil way, your servant to command, Mary. CARBERIJE RVPES, IN COMITATU CORGAGENSI, APUI) HIBERNICOs Scrips...