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But be 't as 'twill, this
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 noosc, Your gibes, and all your foul abusc, More than the dire beneath my shoes, ·
nor-fear it. Yet one thing vexes mo, I
own, Thou sorry fcare-crow of. skin and bone ; To be call'd lean by a skeleton,
who'd bear it? 'Tis true indeed, to curry friends, You seein to praise, to make amends, And yet, before your
you flout me 'Bout latent charms beneath my cloaths ; For every one that knows me knows That I have nothing like.my nose
about me. pass now where
Aleer and laugh, 'Cause I call Dan my better half !" Oh there you think you have me safe!
But hold, Sir. It not a penny often found 'To be much greater than a pound ? By your good leave, my moft profound
and bold Sir,
Dan 's noble mettle, Sherry base ;
So Dan's the better, though the lesa,
dull pechent !
has lead on't.
ANOTHER REJƠINDER, BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME. ' THREE days for answer I have waited,
I thought an ace you 'd ne'er have bated,
thy mafter. Blush for ill-spelling, for ill-lines,
And Aly with hurry to ramines ;
proud boaster, I hear with some concern you roar,
And flying think to quit the score 1-By clapping billets on your door
and pofts, Sir.
Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant,
your banishment, But pleas’d to find you do relent
and cry on. I mauld you, when you look'd so bluff, But now I'll secret keep your stuff; For know, prostration is enough
to th' lion.
SHERIDAN’S SUBMISSIO N.
BY THE DE A N.
POOR Sherry, inglorious,
Petition and greeting.
Most humbly fues for pardon ;
Pursued and laid me hard on.
Your mercy I rely on;
Alas! Sir, I had no design,
For spite I ne’er had any;
The devil and Delany;
They left me in the lurch:
But ferula and birch :
My wounds bleed all anew :
Of lash laid on by you.
To the Rev. DANIEL JACKSON; To be humbly presented by Mr: SHERIDAN in
Person, with Respect, Care, and Speedo.
for remittance ;
Tos Too long I bore this weighty pack,
As Hercules the sky;
Let me be ftander-by.
In compass of a day,
Should bribe his longer stay.
Yet are you not my debror ; For, as he hardly can be worse,
I ne'er could make him better, : He rhymes and puns, and puns and rhymes
Just as he did before;
He shymes and puns the more.
The more they frisk and skip :
The more they use the whip.
(Abcast of Irish breed) Will, in a tedious, dirty road,
Outgo the prancing steed.
And lay him fiat before ye,
He'll-ftrut, and cry, Vietcrial