The Poems of Jonathan Swift

-To Mrs. Houghton

OF BOURMONT,

ON PRAISING HER HUSBAND TO DR. SWIFT

You always are making a god of your spouse;

But this neither Reason nor Conscience allows;

Perhaps you will say, 'tis in gratitude due,

And you adore him, because he adores you.

Your argument's weak, and so you will find;

For you, by this rule, must adore all mankind.