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And Dan fhall be with us, with nose aquiline.
If you do not come back, we shall weep out our eyne: Or may your gown never be good Lutherine.
The beef you have got, I hear, is a chine:
But, if too many come, your madam will whine;
I hope you will not think this a pasquine.
TOME fit by my fide, while this picture I draw:
In chattering a magpie, in pride a jackdaw; A temper the devil himself could not bridle; Impertinent mixture of bufy and idle;
As rude as a bear, no mule half fo crabbed ;
She fwills like a fow, and fhe breeds like a rabbit:
A houfe-wife in bed, at table a flattern;
For all an example, for no one a pattern.
Now tell me, friend Thomas*, Ford †, Grattan ‡, and
merry Dan ||,
Has this any likeness to good madam Sheridan?
* Dr. Thomas Sheridan..
+ Charles Ford of Woodpark, Efqr
Reverend John Grattan.
Reverend Daniel Jackson,
UPON STEALING A CROWN
WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP.
BY DR. SHERIDAN.
DEAR Dean, fince you in fleepy wife
Have op'd your mouth, and clos'd your eyes;
Like ghoft, I glide along your floor,
For fhould I break your fweet repofe,
A dream has given ten thoufand pound?
THE DEAN'S ANSWER.
So, about twelve at night, the punk
Steals from the cully when he 's drunk;
But that you left no clap behind.
My twelve thirteens and fix-pence ha'penny.
A fhilling paffeth for thirteen pence in Ireland.
To eat my meat, and drink my medlicot,
As you can steal one, how 'twould please ye!
Knew how to fet you better patterns;
For this I will not dine with Agmondisham †,
ALLAS, a goddefs chafte and wife,
To Neptune went, and begg'd in form
A wretch! whom English rogues, to fpite her,
The god, who favour'd her request,
Affur'd her he would do his best:
+ Agmondifham Vefey efq; a very worthy gentleman, for whom the Dean had a great esteem.
And had enlarg'd, her empire wide;
At fea or land, if e'er you found him
"Great fovereign of the main,
* Afterwards archbishop of Cafhell.
"I found you did it, by your grinning;
"For never were you feen at court.
But, if you'll leave us bifhop Judas,
"You foon fhall fee him foundly toft.
"(And every moment take a dram)
"His ghaftly vifage with an air
"Of reprobation and despair :
"Or elfe fome hiding-hole he feeks,
"Or, as Fitzpatrick † did before,
"Or elfe he raves, and roars, and fwears,
"Relaxing downwards in a ftink?
Dr. George Berkeley, dean of Derry, and after wards bishop of Cloyne.
+ Brigadier Fitzpatrick was drowned in one of the packet-boats in the bay of Dublin, in a great storm.