You look and you write with so diff'rent a grace,
That I envy your verse, tho' I didn't your face.
And to him that thinks rightly, there's reason enough,
'Cause one is as smooth as the other is rough. 6
But much I'm amaz'd, you should think my de-).

Was to rhyme down your nose, or your Harlequin.

grin, Which you yourself wonder the deel should malign. And if 'tis so strange, that your monstership’s crany 10 Should be envy'd by him, much less by Delany. Tho' I own to you, when I consider it stricter, I envy the painter, altho' not the picture. And juftly she's envy'd, since a fiend of hell Was never drawn right but by her and Raphell. 15

Next, as to the charge which you tell us is true, That we were infpir’d by the subject we drew : Inspired we were, and well, Sir, you knew it, Yet not by your nose, but the fair one that drew it; Had your nose been the mufe, we had ne'er been in

fpird, Tho' perhaps it might justly've been said we were fir'd. As to the division of words in


staves, Like my countryman's horn comb, into three halves, . I meddle not with't, but presume to make merry, You calựd Dan one half, and t'other half Sherry: 25 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 more. 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, 30 So crouds in a concert (like actors in farce) Play two parts in one, when scrapers are scarce. But be that as 'twill, you'll know more anon, Sir, When Sheridan fends to merry Dan answer.



Answer 105

Answer by Dr SHERIDAN. THree merry lads you own we are ;

; 'Tis very true, and free from care, But enyious we cannot bear,

believe, Sir, For were all forms of beauty thine,

5 Were


like Nereus, soft and fine, We fhould not in the least repine,

or grieve, Sir.'s Then know from us, most beauteous Dan, That roughness best becomes a man ; 'Tis women should be pale, and wan,


and taper.

And all your trifling beaux and fops,
Who comb their brows and sleek their chops,
Are but the offspring of toy-shops,


mere vapour.
We know your morning-hours you pass
To cull and gather out a face;
Is this the way you take your glass ?

Forbear it. 20
Those loads of paint upon your toilet,
Will never mend your face, but spoil it,
It looks as if you did par-boil it.

Drink claret.
Your cheeks, by sleeking, are fo lean,
That they're like Cynthia in the wain,
Or breast of goose when 'tis pick'd clean,

or pullet.
See what by drinking you have done,
You've made your phiz a skeleton,

30 From the long distance of your crown,

t'your gullet!



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DAN JAckson's reply.

Written by the Dean in the name of DAN JACKSON.


Earied with saying grace and pray's,

I haften'd down to country-air, To read your answer, and prepare

reply to't. But your fair lines fo grossly flatter,

5 Pray do they praise me or bespatter? I much fufpect you mean the latter,

ah fly-boot ! It must be lo; what else, alas, Can mean my culling of a face,

10 And all that stuff of toilet, glass,

and box-comb?
But be't as 'twill, this you must grant,
That you're a dawb, whilft I but paint;
Then which of us two is the quaint-


er coxcomb ?
I value not your jokes of noose,
Your gibes and all your foal abuse,
More than the dirt beneath my shoes,

nor fear it. 20
Yet one thing vexes me, I own,
Thou forry scarecrow of skin and bone,
To be call'd lean by a skeleton,

who'd bear it? "Tis true indeed, to curry friends,

25 You seem to praise to make amends, And yet before your ftanza ends,

you flout me


'Bout latent charms beneath


; For every one that knows me, knows

30 That I have nothing like my nose

about me. I pass now where you fleer and laugh, 'Cause I call Dan my better half! there you think you have me safe!


but hold, Sir, Is not a penny often found To be much greater than a pound? By your good leave, my most profound

and bold Sir, 40 Dan's noble mettle, Sherry base; So Dan's the better, though the less, An ounce of gold's worth ten of brass,

dull pedant.


As to your spelling, let me see,
If SHE makes ther, and RI makes ry,
Good spelling-master, your crany

has lead on't.

Another' REPLY by the DEAN in DAN

JACKSON's name.
THREE days for answer I have waited,

I thought an ace you'd ne'er have bated,
And art thou forc'd to yield, ill-fated

poetafter ? Henceforth acknowledge, that a nose

5 Of thy dimension's fit for profe; But ev'ry one that knows Dan, knows

thy master. Blush for ill spelling, for ill lines, And Ay with hurry to Ramines :

io Thy fame, thy genius now declines,

proud boaster.


I hear with some concern you roar,
And flying think to quit the score,
By clapping billets on your door


and posts, Sir. Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant, I'm griev'd to hear your banishment, But pleas d to find you do relent

and cry on. 20 I mauld

you, when you look'd so bluff, But now I'll secret keep your For know, prostration is enough

stuff ;

to th' lion.


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Written by the Dean.
Cedo jam, miseræ cognoscens præmia rixe,
Si risca est, ubi tu pulfas, ego vapulo tantum.

Poor Sherry, inglorious,
To Dan the victorious,
Presents, as 'tis fitting,

Petition and greeting.
To you victorious and brave,

Your now subdu'd and suppliant Nave

Moft humbly sues for pardon.
Who when I fought, ftill cut me down,
And when I, vanquish'd, fled the town,

Pursu'd and laid me hard on.
Now lowly crouch'd, I cry Peccavi,
And proftrate, fupplicate pour ma vie,

Your mercy I rely on.
For you, my conqu'ror and my king,
In pard’ning, as in punishing,

Will shew yourself a lion.



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