Yet unheeded I scrape, or I scribble all day, My tunes are neglected, my verse flung away. Thy substantive here, Vice Apollo [2] disdains, To vouch for my numbers, or list to my strains. Thy manual sign he refuses to put To the airs I produce from the pen, or the gut: Be thou then propitious, great Phoebus, and grant Belief, or reward to my merit, or want, Tho' the Dean and Delany [3] transcendently shine, O! brighten one solo, or sonnet of mine, Make one work immortal, 'tis all I request; Apollo look'd pleas'd, and resolving to jest, Replied--Honest friend, I've consider'd your case. Nor dislike your unmeaning and innocent face. Your petition I grant, the boon is not great, Your works shall continue, and here's the receipt; On Roundo's[4] hereafter, your fiddle-strings spend. Write verses in circles, they never shall end. Dr. Sheridan gained some reputation by his Prose-translation of Persius; to which he added a Collection of the best Notes of the Editors of this intricate Satyrist, who are in the best esteem; together with many judicious Notes of his own. This work was printed in 12mo. for A. Millar, 1739. One of the volumes of Swift's Miscellanies consists almost entirely of Letters between the Dean and the Dr. FOOTNOTES: [1] Not a first rate genius, or extraordinary proficient, in either. [2] Dr. Swift. [3] Now Dean of Downe. [4] A Song, or peculiar kind of Poetry, which returns to the beginning of the first verse, and continues in a perpetual rotation. * * * * * The Revd. Dr. JONATHAN SWIFT.