Rev. Jonathan Swift

Anonymous, in "Instructions to a Statuary to erect the Busts of the Irish Poets" Lloyd's Evening Post (21 March 1770) 270.

In some conspicuous place let Swift appear,
Inscrib'd with Drapier, Dean, or Gulliver;
No matter which; his formidable looks
Must tell mankind the subject of his books;
Which, fill'd with wit, and keen satiric rage,
Lash'd and improv'd, at once, an impious age.
On a tribunal likewise let him sit,
And sway his sceptre o'er the realms of Wit;
Succeeding Bards, thro' Swift to fame must climb,
And judge the measure of their wit by him:
Fain would the Muse her darling son commend,
A zealous patriot, and as firm a friend;
And see, his country rears the lasting bust,
And highly honours Swift's adored dust,
Who broke the chains by Party rage design'd,
In abject state Ierne's sons to bind;
Whose pen still strove her Freedom to restore,
And burst the force of ill-designing pow'r.