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1. A clergyman of special note

First Line:: A clergyman of special note
Last Line:: Take care betimes to run him down
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:: 40246

2. All folks who pretend to religion and grace

First Line:: All folks who pretend to religion and grace
Last Line:: How happy for us that is not home
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:: 3370

3. An inundation says the fable

First Line:: An inundation says the fable
Last Line:: To nourish vermin may be bit
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:: 11321

4. Dear Smed I read thy brilliant lines

First Line:: Dear Smed I read thy brilliant lines
Last Line:: For then your horns shall be your pride
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:: 15880

5. Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd

First Line:: Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd
Last Line:: And now she's in the other she thinks it but queer
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation) & Alexander Pope (Confident) & John Gay (Speculation)
DMI number:: 13476

6. In Rome of old a custom it hath been

First Line:: In Rome of old a custom it hath been
Last Line:: What must we first give thanks and then repent
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:: 1137

7. Lord Pam in the church could you think it kneeled down

First Line:: Lord Pam in the church could you think it kneeled down
Last Line:: Since god had no hand in his lordship's promotion
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:: 13477

8. Lord Pam in the church could you think it kneeled down

First Line:: Lord Pam in the church could you think it kneeled down
Last Line:: Since God had no share in his lordship's promotion
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:: 16095

9. Mountown thou sweet retreat from Dublin cares

First Line:: Mountown thou sweet retreat from Dublin cares
Last Line:: And veil that grief that cannot be expressed
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation) & William King (Absolute)
DMI number:: 5724

10. I marched three miles through scorching sand

First Line:: I marched three miles through scorching sand
Last Line:: What mortal else could ever go through it
Author:: Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:: 11314