Bring down Long Shanks Jim too; but, now I think on 't, he 's not yet come from Courtown, I fancy; For I heard, a month ago, that he was down there a-courting Лy Nancy.

However, bring down yourfelf, and you bring down all; for, to fay it we may venture,

In thee Delany's spleen, John's mirth, Helfham's jokes, and the foft foul of amorous Jemmy, center.

POSTSCRIPT.

I had forgot to defire you to bring down what I say you have, and you'll believe me as fure as a gun, and own it;

I mean, what no other mortal in the universe can boast of, your own spirit of pun, and own wit.

And now I hope you 'll excufe this rhyming, which I muft fay is (though written fomewhat at large) trim and clean;

And fo I conclude, with humble refpects as ufual, Your moft dutiful and obedient

GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN.

a prologue for the occafion) was most unexpectedly and egregioufly laughed at. Both the prologues are printed in the "Supplement to Swift's Works."

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TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, Esq.
Upon his incomparable VER SE S, &c.
By Dr. DELANY, in SHERIDAN's Name *.
HAIL, human compound quadrifarious,

Invincible as Wight Briareus !

Hail! doubly-doubled mighty merry one,
Stronger than triple-body'd Geryon !
O may your vaftness deign t'excuse
The praises of a puny Mufe,
Unable, in her utmost flight,

To reach thy huge Coloffian height.
T'attempt to write like thee were frantic,
Whofe lines are, like thyself, gigantic.

Yet let me blefs, in humbler strain,
Thy vaft, thy bold Cambyfian vein,
Pour'd out t' enrich thy native isle,
As Egypt wont to be with Nile.
Oh, how I joy to see thee wander,
In many a winding loose mæander,
In circling mazes, smooth and fupple,
And ending in a clink quadruple ;
Loud, yet agreeable withal,

Like rivers rattling in their fall!

Thine, fure, is poetry divine,

Where wit and majesty combine;

*Thefe were all written in circles.

Q3

Where

Where every line, as huge as feven,

If stretch'd in length, would reach to Heaven:
Here all comparing would be flandering,
The leaft is more than Alexandrine.

Against thy verse Time fees with pain,
He whets his envious fcythe in vain ;
For, though from thee he much may pare,,
Yet much thou ftill wilt have to spare.
Thou haft alone the fkill to feaft
With Roman elegance of taste,
Who haft of rhymes as vast resources
As Pompey's caterer of courses.

Oh thou, of all the Nine infpir'd
My languid foul, with teaching tir'd,
How is it raptur'd, when it thinks
On thy harmonious fett of clinks;
Each answering each in various rhymes,.
Like Echo to St. Patrick's chimes !
Thy Mufe, majestic in her rage,
Moves like Statira on the stage;
And scarcely can one page sustain
The length of fuch a flowing train :
Her train, of variegated die,
Shews like Thaumantia's in the sky;
Alike they glow, alike they please,
Alike impreft by Phoebus' rays.
Thy verfe

- (Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) To what, to what fhall I compare it ? 'Tis like, what I have oft' heard spoke on, The famous ftatue of Laocaon.

'Tis like,

-

O yes, 'tis very like it,

The long, long string, with which you fly kite.
"Tis like what you, and one or two more,
Roar to your Echo* in good-humour;
And every couplet thou haft writ
Conclude like Rattab-whittab-whit ↑.

To Mr. THOMAS SHERIDAN, Upon his Verses written in Circles. By Dr. SwIFT. IT never was known that circular letters,

By humble companions, were fent to their betters: And, as to the fubject, our judgement, meherc'le, Is this, that you argue like fools in a circle. But now for your verses; we tell you, imprimis, The fegment fo large 'twixt your reason and rhyme is, That we walk all about, like a horfe in a pound, And, before we find either, our noddles turn round. Sufficient it were, one would think, in mad rant,

your

To give us your meafures of line by a quadrant.
But we took our dividers, and found your d-n'd metre,.
In each fingle verse, took up a diameter.

But how, Mr. Sheridan, came you to venture

George, Dan, Dean, and Nim, to place in the centre "Twill appear, to your cost, you are fairly trepann'd, For the chord of your circle is now in their hand.

* At Gaulftown, there is a remarkably famous echo.. + An allufion to the found produced by the echo. Their figures were in the centre of the verfes.

The chord, or the radius, it matters not whether,
By which your jade Pegafus, fixt in a tether,

As her betters are us’d, shall be lafh'd round the ring,
Three fellows with whips, and the Dean holds the ftring.
Will Hancock declares, you are out of your compast,.
To encroach on his art by writing of bombass-;
And has taken juft now a firm refolution

To answer your style without circumlocution.

*

Lady Betty prefents you her fervice most humble, And is not afraid your worship will grumble,

That the makes of your verses a hoop for Miss Tam†,. Which is all at prefent; and fo I remain

On Dr. SHERIDAN'S CIRCULAR VERSES..

By Mr. GEORGE ROCH FORT.

WITH mufick and poetry equally bleft,

A bard thus Apollo most humbly addreft:"Great author of harmony, verfes, and light! "Affifted by thee, I both fiddle and write. "Yet unheeded I fcrape, or I fcribble all day, "My verfe is neglected, my tunes thrown away. "Thy fubftitute here, Vice-Apollo †, difdains "To vouch for my numbers, or lift to my ftrains;

* The lady of George Rochford, efq.
+ Mifs Thomafon, lady Betty's daughter.
See "Apollo to the Dean," p. 183.

Thy