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You the fam'd idol will become,
O happy Dan! thrice happy fure!
So far I thought it was my duty
To that part where you carry on
How can, Sir,
A man of reasoning fo profound
So ftupidly be run aground,
As things fo differently to confound
t' our fenfes ?
Except you judg'd them by the knock
Of near an equal hardy block :
Then might you be, by dint of reason,
Therefore to thy fuperior wit,
In one affertion you 're to blame,
Where Dan and Sherry 's made the same,
You'll fee moft grofsly you miftook,
you'll find, Sir,
and R, I, ri,
Dan is but one, and Sherri two,
Then, Sir, your choice will never do
DR. DELANY'S REPLY.
ASSIST me, my Mufe, whilft I labour to limn himes
Credite, Pifones, ifti tabulæ perfimilem:
You look and you write with fo different a grace,
But much I'm amaz'd you should think my design
Infpir'd we were, and well, Sir, you knew it,
Like my countryman's horn-comb, into three halves,
For pray give me leave to fay, Sir, for all you,
you 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 foft and fine,
or grieve, Sir.
Then know from us, most beauteous Dan,
And all your trifling beaux and fops,
We know your morning-hours you pass
To cull and gather out a face;
Is this the way you take your glass ?
Thofe loads of paint upon your toilet,
Your cheeks, by fleeking, are fo lean,
See what by drinking you have done:
t' your gullet
BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME.
WEARIED with faying grace
I haften'd down to country air,
To read your answer, and prepare
But your fair lines fo grofsly flatter,
It must be fo! what elfe, alas
Can mean by culling of a face,
reply to 't.