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Lady Betty obferv'd it, then pulls out a pin,

And varies the grain of the stuff to his grin;

And, to make roasted filk to resemble his raw-bone, She rais'd up a thread to the jet of his jaw-bone; Till at length in exacteft proportion he rofe,

From the crown of his head to the arch of his nose. And if Lady Betty had drawn him with wig and all, 'Tis certain the copy had out-done the original.

Well, that's but my out-fide, fays Dan with a vapour. Say you fo, fays my Lady; I've lin'd it with paper. PATR. DELANY sculp.

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ON THE SAME PICTURE.

LARISSA draws her fciffars from the cafe
To draw the lines of poor Dan Jackson's face.
One floping cut made forehead, nofe, and chin,
A nick produc'd a mouth, and made him grin,
Such as in taylors' measure you have feen.
But ftill were wanting his grimalkin eyes,
For which grey worfted-ftocking paint fupplies.
Th' unravel'd thread through needle's eye convey'd
Transferr'd itself into his pafte-board head.
How came the fciffars to be thus out-done?
The needle had an eye, and they had none.
O wondrous force of art! now look at Dan -
You'll fwear the pafte-board was the better man.
"The devil! fays he, the head is not fo full !"
Indeed it is behold the paper skull.

THO. SHERIDAN feulp.

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ON THE SAME PICTURE.

DAN'S evil genius in a trice

Had ftripp'd him of his coin at dice.

Cloe, obferving this disgrace,

On Pam cut out his rueful face.

By G-, fay Dan, 'tis very hard,

Cut out at dice, cut out at card!

G. ROCHFORT fculp

ON THE SAME PICTURE.

WHILST you three merry poets traffic

To give us a defcription graphic

Of Dan's large nofe in modern Sapphic;

I spend my time in making Sermons,
Or writing libels on the Germans,
Or murmuring at Whigs' preferments.

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 recollect her,

And tell, who was it could direct her
To draw the face of fuch a fpectre.

I must confefs, that as to me, Sirs,
Though I ne'er faw her hold the fciffars,
I now could fafely fwear it is hers.

'Tis true, no nose could come in better;
'Tis a vaft fubject stuff'd with matter,
Which all may handle, none can flatter.

Take courage, Dan; this plainly shows,
That not the wisest mortal knows
What fortune may befall his nose.

Shew me the brightest Irish toast,
Who from her lover e'er could boast
Above a fong or two at most ;

For thee three poets now are drudging all

To praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all,
Both of the picture and original.

Thy nofe's length and fame extend
So far, dear Dan, that every friend
Tries, who shall have it by the end.
And future poets, as they rise,
Shall read with envy and furprize
Thy nofe outshining Cælia's eyes.

JON. SWIFT.

DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE.

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My verfe little better you 'll find than my face is, "A word to the wife

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ut pictura poëfis."

HREE merry lads, with envy stung,
Because Dan's face is better hung,
Combin'd in verse to rhyme it down,
And in its place fet up their own;

As if they'd run it down much better
By number of their feet in metre,

Or that its red did cause their spite,

Which made them draw in black and white.
Be that as 'twill, this is moft true,
They were infpir'd by what they drew.
Let then fuch criticks know, my face
Gives them their comeliness and grace:
Whilft every line of face does bring
A line of grace to what they fing.
But yet, methinks, though with difgrace.
Both to the picture and the face,

I fhould name them who do rehearse
The ftory of the picture-farce;

The Squire, in French as hard as stone,
Or ftrong as rock, that's all as one,
On face on cards is very brisk, Sirs,
Because on them you play at whisk, Sirs.
But much I wonder, why my crany
Should envy'd be by De-el-any:
And yet much more, that half-name fake
Should join a party in the freak.

For fure I am it was not safe

Thus to abufe his better half,

As I fhall prove you, Dan, to be,
Divifim and conjunctively.
For if Dan love not Sherry, can
Sherry be any thing to Dan?
This is the cafe whene'er you fee
Dan makes nothing of Sherry;

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Or fhould Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en,

Then Dan would be poor Sherridane ;
'Tis hard then he should be decry'd
By Dan with Sherry by his fide.
But, if the cafe must be so hard,
That faces fuffer by a card,
Let criticks cenfure, what care I?
Back-biters only we defy,

Faces are free from injury.

MR. ROCHFORT'S REPLY.

YOU fay your face is better hung

Than ours by what? by nose or tongue?

In not explaining, you are wrong

to us, Sir.

Because we thus muft ftate the cafe,

That you

have got a hanging face, Th' untimely end 's a damn'd difgrace

of noofe, Sir.

But yet be not caft down: I fee
A weaver will your hangman be;
You'll only hang in tapestry-

And then the ladies, I suppose,

with many.

Will praise your longitude of nofe,
For latent charms within your cloaths,

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dear Danny.

Thus

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