Lady Betty obferv'd it, then pulls out a pin, And varies the grain of the stuff to his grin; And, to make roasted filk to resemble his raw-bone, She rais'd up a thread to the jet of his jaw-bone; Till at length in exacteft proportion he rofe, From the crown of his head to the arch of his nose. And if Lady Betty had drawn him with wig and all, 'Tis certain the copy had out-done the original. Well, that's but my out-fide, fays Dan with a vapour. Say you fo, fays my Lady; I've lin'd it with paper. PATR. DELANY sculp. C ON THE SAME PICTURE. LARISSA draws her fciffars from the cafe THO. SHERIDAN feulp. } ON ON THE SAME PICTURE. DAN'S evil genius in a trice Had ftripp'd him of his coin at dice. Cloe, obferving this disgrace, On Pam cut out his rueful face. By G-, fay Dan, 'tis very hard, Cut out at dice, cut out at card! G. ROCHFORT fculp ON THE SAME PICTURE. WHILST you three merry poets traffic To give us a defcription graphic Of Dan's large nofe in modern Sapphic; I spend my time in making Sermons, 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 I must confefs, that as to me, Sirs, 'Tis true, no nose could come in better; Take courage, Dan; this plainly shows, Shew me the brightest Irish toast, For thee three poets now are drudging all To praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all, Thy nofe's length and fame extend JON. SWIFT. DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE. 66 My verfe little better you 'll find than my face is, "A word to the wife TH -- ut pictura poëfis." HREE merry lads, with envy stung, As if they'd run it down much better Or that its red did cause their spite, Which made them draw in black and white. I fhould name them who do rehearse The Squire, in French as hard as stone, For fure I am it was not safe Thus to abufe his better half, As I fhall prove you, Dan, to be, Ox Or fhould Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en, Then Dan would be poor Sherridane ; Faces are free from injury. MR. ROCHFORT'S REPLY. YOU fay your face is better hung Than ours by what? by nose or tongue? In not explaining, you are wrong to us, Sir. Because we thus muft ftate the cafe, That you have got a hanging face, Th' untimely end 's a damn'd difgrace of noofe, Sir. But yet be not caft down: I fee And then the ladies, I suppose, with many. Will praise your longitude of nofe, } dear Danny. Thus |