"Thy manual fignet refuses to put
"To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. "Be thou then propitious, great Phœbus; and grant "Relief, or reward, to my merit, or want. "Though the Dean and Delany transcendently shine, "O brighten one folo or fonnet of mine.
" With them I'm content thou shouldst make thy abode:
"But visit thy servant in jig or in ode.
" Make one work immortal: 'tis all I request."
Apollo look'd pleas'd; and, refolving to jeft, Reply'd, "Honest friend, I've confider'd thy cafe : "Nor diflike thy well-meaning and humourous face. "Thy petition I grant: the boon is not great; "Thy works shall continue: and here 's the receipt. "On rondeaus hereafter thy fiddle-ftrings spend : "Write verses in circles: they never shall end."
ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURE, CUT IN SILK AND PAPER.
To fair Lady Betty, Dan fat for his picture,
And defy'd her to draw him so oft' as he piqu'd her.. He knew the 'd no pencil or colouring by her, And therefore he thought he might fafely defy her. Come fit, says my Lady; then whips up her scissar,, And cuts out his coxcomb in filk in a trice, Sir.
Dan fat with attention, and faw with furprize
How the lengthen'd his chin, how the hollow'd his eyes
But flatter'd himself with a fecret conceit,
That his thin lantern jaws all her art would defeat.
Lady Betty observ'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 exactest proportion he rose,
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, says Dan with a vapour. Say you fo, fays my Lady; I've lin'd it with paper. PATR. DELANY sculp.
CLARISSA draws her scissars from the cafe.
To draw the lines of poor Dan Jackson's face.
One floping cut made forehead, nofe, and chin,
A nick produc'd a mouth, and made him grin,
Such as in taylors' measure you have seen.
But ftill were wanting his grimalkin eyes,
For which grey worsted-ftocking paint supplies.
Th' unravel'd thread through needle's eye convey'd
Transferr'd itself into his paste-board head.
How came the scissars to be thus out-done?
The needle had an eye, and they had none.
O wondrous force of art! now look at Dan -
You 'll fwear the paste-board was the better man.
"The devil! fays he, the head is not fo full!"
Indeed it is - behold the paper skull..
ON THE SAME PICTURE.
DAN'S evil genius in a trice
Had stripp'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!
HILST you three merry poets traffic.
To give us a defcription graphic
Of Dan's large nose in modern Sapphic;
I spend my time in making Sermons,
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 last 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 such a fpectre.
I must confefs, that as to me, Sirs,
Though I ne'er saw her hold the scissars,,
I now could fafely swear it is hers.
'Tis true, no nose could come in better;
'Tis a vast subject stuff'd with matter,
Which all may handle, none can flatter.
Take courage, Dan; this plainly shows,
That not the wifest mortal knows
What fortune may befall his nose.
Shew me the brightest Irish toaft,
Who from her lover e'er could boaft
Above a fong or two at most;
For thee three poets now are drudging all
To praife 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 every friend
Tries, who shall have it by the end.
And future poets, as they rife,
Shall read with envy and furprize
Thy nose outshining Cælia's eyes.
DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE.
" My verse little better you 'll find than my face is, "A word to the wife - ut pictura poëfis."
HREE merry lads, with envy stung,
Because Dan's face is better hung,
Combin'd in verse to rhyme it down,
And in its place set 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 inspir'd by what they drew.
• Let then fuch criticks know, my face
Gives them their comeliness and grace :
Whilft every 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 should name them who do rehearse
The story of the picture-farce;
The Squire, in French as hard as stone,
Or ftrong as rock, that's all as one,
On face on cards is very brisk, 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 abuse his better half,
As I shall 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;
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