Oh! but I forgot; perhaps, by this time you may have one come to town, but I don't know whether he be friend or fee, Felary; But, however, if he come, bring him down, and you fall go back in a fortnight, for I know there's no delaying ye Oh! I forgot too; I believe there may be one more: I mean that great fat joker, frien Eel he That wrote the prologue, and if you ftay with him, depend on 't, in the end he'll fhum ye. Bring down Long Shanks Jim too; but, now I thin on 't, he 's not yet come from Courtown, I fancy; For I heard, a mouth ago, that he was down there a-courting By N However, bring down yourfelf, and you bring down all; for to fay it we may venture, In thee Dela y's fpleen, John's mirth, Helam's jokes, and the soft soul of amorous Jemmy, enter. ንጻር ሃ. POSTSCRIPT. 1 I had forgot to defire you to bring down what I fay you have, and you'll believe me as fure as a gun, and own it; I mean, what no other mortal in the univerfe can boaft of, your own spirit of fun, and own w`1. And now I hope you'll excufe this rhyming, which I mutt fay is (though written somewhat at rge) trim and clear; And I conclude, with humble respects as ufual, Your most dutiful and obedient GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, Efq. H Invincible as Wight Briareus! Hail! doubly-doubled mighty merry one, One faken by young Putland, in 1720, before Hippolytus, in which Dr. Sher dan (who had written a trologue for the occafion) was me unexpectedly ard egregically laughed at. Both the prologues are printed in the "Supplement to Swift's Works,” N. These were all written in circles. Loud, yet agreeable withal, Againft thy verfe Time fees with pain, Thou hatt alone the fill to feaft Oh thou, of all the Nice in'pir'd! Thy Mufe, majestic in her rage, Thy verfe (Ye God! I cannot bear it) is litem yes, tis very live it, The loug, long ring, with which you fly kite To Mr. THOMAS SHERIDAN, Upon his Verfes written in Circles. By Dr. Sw 1FT. r I never was known that circular letters, By humble companions, were sent to their And, as to the fubject, our judgment, mehercle, That we walk all about, like a horse in a pound. rait. To give us your meafures of line by a quadrant. But we took our dividers, and found your d—n'd metre, In each fingle verfe took up a diameter. At Gaulftown there is a remarkable famous echa. "Thy manual fgnet refufes to put "grant Relict, or reward, to my merit, or want. «ftine, "O brighten one folo or fonnet of mine! "But vifit thy fervant in iig or in ode. cafe; ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURE, CUT IN SILK AND PAPER. And defy'd her to draw him fo cft as be fair Lady Betty, Dan fat for his picture, piqu'd her. He knew he'd no pencil or colouring by her, And therefore he thought he might fafcly defg her. Come fit, fays my Lady; then whips up her And cuts out his coxcomb in k in a trice, Sir. But latter'd himself with a fecret conceit, She rai-'d up a thread to the jet of his jaw-bone; And if Lady Betty had drawn him with wig and 'Tis certain the copy had out-dore the original, Well, that's but my outfide, fays Dan with a One floping cut made forehead, nofe, and chin;) Transferr'd itself into his pafte-board head. "Nor dif.ike thy well-meaning and humourous Indeed it is-behold the paper skull. ❝ face. THO. SHERIDAN feulp. ON THE SAME PICTURE. Had stripp'd him of his coin at dice. By G, fays Dan, 'tis very hard, Cut out at dice, cut out at card! Whilst every line of face does bring G. ROCHFORT, fculp. But yet, methinks, though with disgrace ON THE SAME PICTURE. WHILS THILST you three merry poets traffic I fpend my time in making Sermons, But when I would find rhyme for Rochfort, And look in English, French, and Scotch for 't, At laft I'm fairly forc'd to botch for 't, Bid Lady Betty recolled her, And tell, who was it could direct her I must confefs, that as to me, Sirs, Above a fong, or two at moft; For thee three poets now are drudging all Both to the picture and the face, I should name them who do rehearfe For if Dan love not Sherry, can Or fhould Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en, Let eriticks cenfure, what oare I? 321 MR. ROCHFORT'S REPLY. OU fay your face is better hung Topraife the cheeks, ohin, nofe, the bridge and all, Than ours by what? by nofo or tongue ? Both of the picture and original. Thy nefe's length and fame extend So far, dear Dan, that every friend Tries who fhall have it by the end. And future poets, as they rife, Shall read with envy and furprise Thy nofe out hining Celia's eyes. In not explaining, you are wrong JON. SWIFT. A weaver will your hangman be; DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE. "My verfe little better you'll find than my face is, "A word to the wife-ut pillura poefis.” HREE merry lads, with envy ftung, with many And then the ladies, I fuppofe, dear Danny. Thus will the fair of every age All their religion will be frent of love, Sir. merry. You call'd Dan one balf, and t'other half Sherry : But be that as 'twill, you'll know more anon, Sir, When Sheridan fends to Merry Dan answer. you'll find, Sir, S, H, E, She-aud R, I, ri, SHERIDAN'S REPLY: HREE merry lads you own we are; But envious we cannot bear, Dan is but one, and Sherri two; DR. DELANY'S REPLY. For, were all forms of beauty thine, believe, Sir. or grieve, Sir, Then know from us, moft beauteous Dan, That roughnefs beft becomes a man; ASSIST me, my Mufe, whilft I labour to 'Tis women should be pale and wan, Credite. Pifones, ifii tabule perfimilem. You look and you write with fo different a grace, That I envy your verfe, though I did not your face. And to him that thinks rightly, there's reafon enough, 'Cause one is as fmooth as the other is rough. But much I'm amaz'd you should think my defign Was to rhyme down your nofe, or your harlequin grin, Which you yourself wonder the de'el fhould malign. and taper. SHERIDAN'S SUBMISSION. BY THE DEAN. "Cedo jam, mifere cognofcens præmia rixe, "Si rixa eft, ubi tu pulías, ego vapulo tantum." POOR Sherry, inglorious, To Dan the victorious, TO you victorious and brave, Moft humbly fues for pardon; For you, my conqueror and my king, In pardoning, as in punishing, Will fhew yourself a lion. Alas! Sir, I had no def gn, But was unwarily drawn in; and bold, Sir. 'Twas the dama'd 'fquire with the hard name; The de'el too that ow'd me a fhame, dull pedant! Dan's noble mettle, Sherry base; VOL. V. has lead on 't. The devil and Delany; They tempted me t'attack your highness, And then, with wonted wile and flynefs, They left me in the lurch: Unhappy wretch!' for now, I ween, S & |