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On The Same (On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer) The Judge Speaks
By Jonathan Swift
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.
Extra Info:
[Footnote 1: Alderman Quin, the judge's maternal grandfather, who cut his throat in church.]
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