[Delany, most learned of men,
Repulsed from the doors of the Dean,
I flee now to you and complain —
A pauper who sought but in vain.

[I sought as my solace Dean Swift
Who offered no food nor no gift,
Who proffered no shirt nor no shift.
Wouldst hear how my stomach's bereft?

[It barks oh so fierce, oh so fierce;
It's almost depleted my purse;
If only you would ease this curse,
Give drink or give food, but a mors-
el. 'Neath your beneficent gaze
I'll sleep after drinking your praise.]