Verses On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer

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Title:     Verses On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer
Author: Jonathan Swift [More Titles by Swift]

The church I hate, and have good reason,
For there my grandsire cut his weasand:
He cut his weasand at the altar;
I keep my gullet for the halter.

 

On the Same

In church your grandsire cut his throat;
To do the job too long he tarried:
He should have had my hearty vote
To cut his throat before he married.

 

On the Same

THE JUDGE SPEAKS

I'm not the grandson of that ass Quin;[1]
Nor can you prove it, Mr. Pasquin.
My grandame had gallants by twenties,
And bore my mother by a 'prentice.
This when my grandsire knew, they tell us he
In Christ-Church cut his throat for jealousy.
And, since the alderman was mad you say,
Then I must be so too, _ex traduce_.

[Footnote 1: Alderman Quin, the judge's maternal grandfather, who cut his
throat in church.--_W. E. B._]

[The end]
Jonathan Swift's poem: Verses On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer

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