By G-, fays Dan, 'tis very hard, 5 G. RD fculp. On the foregoing PICTURE. WH HILST you three merry poets traffic Of Dan's large nofe in modern Sapphic, Or writing libels on the Germans, But when I would find rhyme for Rochfort, Bid Lady Betty recollect her, And tell, who was it could direct her 5 I now could fafely fwear, it is hers. 'Tis true, no nofe could come in better; Which all may handle, none can flatter. That not the wiseft mortal knows, Shew me the brightest Irish toast, Who from her lover e'er could boast For thee three poets now are drudging all, 15 20 25 To praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all, Both of the picture and original. Thy nofe's length and fame extend SWIFT. DAN JACKSON's anfwer. My verfe little better you'll find than my face is, THREE merry lads with envy ftung, Because Dan's face is better hung, I fhould name the men who do rehearse 30 5 ΤΟ 15 20 And yet much more, that half-name-fake For fure I am it was not fafe As I fhall prove you Dan to be, That faces suffer by a card, Let critics cenfure, what care I? Backbiters only we defy, Faces are free from injury. Answer to DAN JACKSON, by Mr GEORGE ROCHFORT. OU You fay your face is better hung Than ours-by what? by nofe or tongue In not explaining you were wrong Because we thus muft ftate the cafe, But yet be not caft down, I fee to us, "Sir. of noofe, Sir. 5 10 with many. And then the ladies, I fuppofe, Will praise your longitude of nofe, For latent charms within your cloaths, 15 dear Danny. Thus will the fair of ev'ry age So far I thought it was my duty To that part where you carry on In your opinion, are all one. A man of reas'ning fo profound, 35 in anfwer t'our fenfes ? 45 Except you judg'd 'em by the knock Of near an equal hardy block: Such an experimental stroke Then might you be, by dint of reason, Therefore to thy fuperior wit, convinces. 50 is granted. 55 we wanted. In one affertion you're to blame, Then, Sir, your choice will never do ; fyllables. 70 the tables. Therefore I've turn'd, my friend, on you Anfwer by Dr DELANY. A Sfift me, my mufe, whilft I labour to limn him Credite Pifones ifti tabulæ perfimilem. |