By G-, fays Dan, 'tis very hard,
Cut out at dice, cut out at card!
On the foregoing PICTURE.
HILST you three merry poets traffic
To give us a description graphic
Of Dan's large nofe in modern Sapphic,
I spend my time in making fermons,
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 spectre.
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 nofe could come in better;
'Tis a vast subject stuff'd with matter,
Which all may handle, none can flatter.
Take courage, Dan, this plainly fhows,
That not the wiseft mortal knows,
What fortune may befal 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 ev'ry friend
Tries who fhall have it by the end.
And future poets, as they rise,
Shall read with envy and furprise,
Thy nofe outshining Calia's eyes.
DAN JACKSON's anfwer.
My verfe little better you'll find than my face is,
A word to the wife, ut pictura poefis.
THREE merry lads with envy ftung,
Because Dan's face is better hung,
Combin'd in verfe 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 most true,
They were infpir'd by what they drew.
Let then fuch critics know, my face
Gives them their comlinefs and grace:
Whilft ev'ry 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 the men who do rehearse
The story of the picture farce;
The 'fquire in French as hard as ftone,
Or ftrong as rock, that's all as one,
On face on cards is very brifk, 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 fafe
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;
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 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
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,
That you have got a hanging face,
Th' untimely end's a damn'd difgrace
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 fuppofe,
Will praise your longitude of nofe,
For latent charms within your cloaths,
Thus will the fair of ev'ry age
From all parts make their pilgrimage,
Worship thy nofe with pious rage
So far I thought it was my duty
To dwell upon thy boafted beauty;
Now I'll proceed a word or two t'ye,
To that part where you carry on
This paradox, that rock and ftone,
In your opinion, are all one.
A man of reas'ning fo profound,
So ftupidly be run aground,
As things fo different to confound
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,
A proper judge on this occafion;
'Gainst feeling there's no difputation,
Therefore to thy fuperior wit,
Who made the trial, we fubmit ;
Thy head to prove the truth of it
In one affertion you're to blame,
Where Dan and Sherry's made the fame,
Endeavouring to have your name
Then, Sir, your choice will never do ;
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.
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