’Tis wonderful that
Providence
Should save thee from the
halter,
Who hast in numbers
without sense
Burlesqued the holy
Psalter.

11 All men He does with justice view, (1) That’s no great
     And their iniquity mark of viewing them
   With direful vengeance can pursue, with justice.  God has
     Or patiently (1) pass by:  wiser ends for passing by
                                               His vengeance on the
                                               wicked, you profane
          
                                     dunce!

13 For He the artillery directs, What’s that charge? it
     The sudden charge ordains, must allude to a charge
                                               of gunpowder, or it is
          
                                     nonsense.

15 Lo! now th’inflictions (2) they design’d (2) Ay, but what sort of
     By others to be borne, things are these
   Even all the mischiefs (3) in their mind inflictions? 
     Do on themselves return:  (4)
                                               (3) If the mischiefs be
                                               in their mind, what need
                                               they return on
                                               themselves? are they not
                                               there already?

(4) Ret_o_rn.

16 By their own treachery betray’d (5) Pills
     To the same ills, (5) that they
   Invented, and with those essay’d (6) Rich. 
     To make the poor (6) their prey: 
                                               Does this verse end
                                               according to the more
                                               modern art of poetry, as
                                               the author speaks in his
          
                                     preface?

17 O Lord, how glorious are the ways Do not these verses end
     Of Thy good Providence! very sublimely? 
   Thou, Lord, Whose blessed Name I
                              praise,
     True justice dost dispense

VIII.  PSALM OF DAVID: 

1 The mighty powers, that celebrate That’s a lie; for if
     Thy endless praises, can’t relate they
   The glory they in Heaven survey:  can survey it they can
                                               easily relate it.

2 Young helpless infants at the breast Young younglings. 
     Their great Creator have confest, [The italics are
   And in their weakness spoke Thy pow’r, Swift’s.] This stanza
                                               is just upon the purlieus
                                               between sense and
                                               nonsense.