| To Novella, on Her Saying Deridingly, that a Lady of Great Merit, and Fine Address, Was Bred in the Old Way. An Epigram |
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| To a Lady Who Commanded Me to Send Her an Account in Verse, How I Succeeded in My Subscription |
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| How I succeed, you kindly ask |
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| A Letter to a Friend, on Occasion of Some Libels Written Against Him |
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| Apology to the Earl of Orrery, Dr Swift, and Some Others of My Friends, for Falling into Tears Before Them, on My Leaving Ireland, An |
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| On Sending My Son, as a Present, to Dr. Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, on His Birth Day |
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| To Her Grace the Dutchess of Portland, with the Foregoing Lines |
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| A Letter for My Son to One of His Schoolfellows, Son to Henry Rose, Esq |
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| Verses sent to a Lady, Who Took Delight in Ridiculing a Person of Very Weak Understanding, Whom She Reliev'd from Want |
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| Sent as from a Schoolfellow to my Son, Anno 1727 |
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