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Thus will the fair of every age
From all parts make their pilgrimage,
Worship thy nose with pious rage
of love, Sir.
All their religion will be spent
About thy woven monument,
And not one orison be sent
to Jove, Sir. You the fam'd idol will become, As gardens grac'd in ancient Rome, By matrons worship’d in the gloom
of night. O happy Dan ! thrice happy sure! Thy fame for ever shall endure, Who after death can love secure
at fight So far I thought it was my duty To dwell upon thy boasted beauty ; Now I'll proceed a word or two t'ye
in answer To that part where you carry on This paradox, that rock and stone In your opinion are all one.
How can, Sir, A man of reasoning fo profound So Itupidly be run aground, As things so differently to confound
Except you judg’d them by the knock
Of near an equal hardy block :
Such an experimental stroke
Then miglit you be, by dint of reason,
A proper judge on this occafion;
Gainst feeling there 's no disputation,
Therefore to thy superior wit,
Who made the trial, we submit ;
"Thy head to prove the truth of it
In one assertion you 're to blame,
Where Dan and Sherry 's made the same,
Endeavouring to have your name
You 'll see most grossly you mistook,
If you consult your spelling-book,
(The better half you say you took)
you 'll find, Sir, S, H, E, lee- and R, I, ri,
Both put together make Sberry,
D, A, N, Dan makes up the three
Dan is but one, and Sherri two,
Then, Sir, your choice will never do ;
Therefore I 've turn’d, my friend, on you
DR: DE LA NY'S REPLY.
SSIST me, my Muse, whilft I labour to limn hima -
Credite, Pifones, ifti tabule perfimilem.
You look and you write with so different a grace,
That I envy your verse, though I did not your face..
And to him that thinks rightly, there's reason enough
Cause one is as finooth as the other is rough.
But much I'm amaz'd you Should think'my design
Was to rhyme down your nose, of your harlequingrin,
Which you yourself wonder the de'el should malign.
And if 'tis so strange, that your monstership's crapy
Should be envy'd by him, much less by Delany.
Though I own to you, when I consider it stricter,
I envy the painter, although not the picture.
And justly she's envy'd,.,fince a fiend of Hell:
Was never drawn right but by her and Raphael.
Next, as to the charge, which you
That we were inspir’d by the subject we drew.
Inspir'd we were, and well, Sir, you knew it,
Yet not by your nose, but the fair-one that drew it:
nofe been the Mute, we had ne'er been inspir’d,; Though perhaps it might justly've been faid we were fir'd..
As to the division of words in your staves,
Like my countryman's horn-comb, into three halves,
I meddle not with 't, but presume to make merry,
You call'd Dan one half, and e’other half Sherry:
Now if Dan 's a half, as you call 't o'er and o'er,
Then it can't be deny'd that Sherry's two mpre.
For pray give me leave to say, Sir, for all you,
That Sherry's at least of double the value.
But perhaps, Sir, you did it to fill up the verse :
So crouds in a concert (like actors in farce)
Play two parts
when scrapers are scarce.
But be that as 'twill, you 'll know more anon, Sir,
When Sheridan sends to Merry Dan answer.
SH E R I DAN'S REPLY.
own we are ;
'Tis very true, and free from care,
But envious we cannot bear,
For, were all forms of beauty thine,
Were you like Nereus soft and fine,
We should not in the least repine,
or grieve, Sir.
Then know from us, most beauteous Dan,
That roughness best becomes a man;
'Tis women should be pale and wan,
And all your trifling beaux and fops,
Who comb their brows and seek their chops,
Are but the offspring of toy-shops,
We know your morning-hours you pass
To cull and gather out a face ;
Is this the way you take your glass?
Those loads of paint upon your toilet,
Will never mend your face, but spoil it,
It looks as if you did par-boil it:
Your cheeks, by sleeking, are so lean,
That they're like Cynthia in the wane,
Or breast of goose when 'tis pick'd clean,
See what by drinking you have done:
You've made your phiz a skeleton,
From the long distance of your crown,
to your gullet?
A REJOIN DE R, BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME. WEARIED with saying grace and prayer,
i haften'd down to country air, To read your answer, and prepare
reply to't. But your
fair lines so grossly flatter,
Pray do they praise me, or bespatter?
I must suspect you mean the latter
Ah ! fly-boot !
It must be so! what else, alas
Can mean by culling of a face,
And all that stuff of toilet, glass,