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TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, Esq.
Upon his incomparable VĘ R S Ę S, &c.
Invincible as Wight Briareus !
Yet let me bless, in humbler Itrain,
Where every line, as huge as seven,
Against thy verse Time sees with pain,
Thou hast alone the skill to feast
Oh thou, of all the Nine infpirid !
Thy Muse, majestic in her rage,
(Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) To what, to what shall I compare it ? 'Tis like, what I have oft heard spoke on, The fainous statue of Laocoon.
'Tis like, - () yes, 'tis very like it,
To Mr. THOMAS SHERIDAN, Upon his Verses written in Circles. By Dr. Swift. IT
never was known that circular letters, By humble companions, were sent to their betters : And, as to the subject, our judgement, meherc'le, Is this, that you argue like fools in a circle. But now for
your verfes ; we tell you, imprimis,
metre, In each single verse, took up a diameter. But how, Mr. Sheridan, came you to venture George, Dan, Dean, and Nim, to place in the centre 1? 'Twill appear, to your cost, you are fairly trepann'd, For the chord of your circle is now in their hand.
* At Gaulstown, there is a remarkably famous echo. + An allusion to the sound produced by the echo. Their figures were in the centre of the verses.
The chord, or the radius, it matters not whether,
Lady Betty * presents you her service most humble,
On Dr. SHERIDAN'S CIRCULAR Verses,
By Mr. GEORGE ROCHFORT.
WITH musick and poetry equally bleft,
A bard thus Apollo most humbly addrest: “ Great author of harmony, verses, and light ! “ Asisted by thee, I both fiddle and write. as Yet unheeded I scrape, or I scribble all day,
My verse is neglected, my tunes thrown away.. 5Thy substitute here, Vice-Apollo. I, disdains * To vouch for my numbers, or list to my strains ;
* The lady of George Rochford, efq.
Thy manual signet refuses to put “ To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. “ Be thou then propitious, great Phæbus; and grant “Relief, or reward, to my merit, or want. “ Though the Dean and Delany transcendently thine, “O brighten one solo or fonnet of mine. “With them I'm content thou shoukitmake thy abode : “ But visit thy servant in jig or in odle. “ Make one work immortal : 'tis all I request.”
Apollo look'd pleas'd ; and, resolving to jest, Reply'd, “ Honest friend, I've confider'd thy case : “ Nor dislike thy well-meaning and humourous face.
Thy petition I grant : the boon is not great; “ Thy works shall continue : and here is the receipt. " On rondeaus hereafter thy fideile-strings fpend : « Write verses in circles : they never shall end."
ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURES
CUT IN SILK AND PAPER.
T 'O fair Lady Betty, Dan fat for his picture,
And defy'd her to draw him so oft' as he piqu'd her: He knew the 'd no pencil or colouring by her, And therefore he thought he might fafely defy her. Come sit, says my Lady; then whips up her scissar, And cuts out his coxcomb in silk in a trice, Sir. Dan sat with attention, and saw with surprize How she lengthen’d his chin, how the hollow'd his eyes; But flatter'd himself with a secret conceit, That his thin lantern jaws all her art would defeat.