Thofe 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 fleeking, are so lean,
That they 're like Cynthia in the wane,
Or breast of goose when 'tis pick'd clean,

See what by drinking you have done:
You 've made your phiz a skeleton,
From the long distance of your crown,

or pullet.

A

t' your gullet I

REJOINDER,

BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME.

WEARIED with faying grace and prayer,

I haften'd down to country air,

To read your answer, and prepare

But your fair lines so grossly flatter,
Pray do they praise me, or bespatter?
I must suspect you mean the latter-

It must be fo! what else, alas
Can mean by culling of a face,
And all that stuff of toilet, glass,

reply to 't.

Ah! fly-boot I

and box-comb ?

'But be 't as 'twill, this you must grant, That you 're a dawb, whilst I but paint; Then which of us two is the quaint

1

er coxcomb?

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

nor fear it.

Yet one thing vexes me, I own,
Thou forry scare-crow of skin and bone;
To be call'd lean by a skeleton,

who'd bear it?

Tis true indeed, to curry friends,

You feein to praise, to make amends,

And yet, before your stanza ends,

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.

But hold, Sir.

pass now where you fleer and laugh,

'Cause I call Dan my better half!

Oh there you think you have me fafe !

Is not a penny often found

To be much greater than a pound?

By your good leave, my most profound

and bold Sir.

Dan's

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

As to your spelling, let me fee,
If SHE makes sher, and RI makes ry,
Good spelling-master! your crany

dull pedant !.

has lead on 't.

ANOTHER REJOINDER,

BY THE DEAN, IN 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

Henceforth acknowledge, that a nose
Of thy dimension's fit for profe,
But every one that knows Dan, knows

Blush for ill-fpelling, for ill-lines,
And fly with hurry to ramines;
Thy fame, thy genius now declines,

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

poetaster?

thy master.

proud boafter.

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

I maul'd you, when you look'd fo bluff,
But now I'll fecret keep your stuff;
For know, proftration is enough

and cry on.

to th' lion.

SHERIDAN'S SUBMISSION.

BY THE DEA Ν.

"Cedo jam, miseræ cognofcens præmia rixæ,
" Si rifca eft, 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-fubdued and fuppliant slave
Moft humbly sues for pardon;
Who when I fought ftill cut me down,
And when I vanish'd fled the town,

Purfued 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 conqueror and my king,
In pardoning, as in punishing,
Will fhew yourself a lion.

Alas)

Alas! Sir, I had no design,
But was unwarily drawn in;

For fpite I ne'er had any;

'Twas the damn'd squire with the hard name; The de'el too that ow'd me a shame,

The devil and Delany;

They tempted me t' attack your highness,
And then, with wonted wile and flyness,
They left me in the lurch:
Unhappy wretch! for now, I ween,
I've nothing left to vent my spleen
But ferula and birch :

And they, alas! yield small relief,
Seem rather to renew my grief,

My wounds bleed all anew :
For every stroke goes to my heart,
And at each lash I feel the fimart
Of lash laid on by you.

To the Rev. DANIEL JACKSON;

To be humbly presented by Mr. SHERIDAN in Person, with Respect, Care, and Speed.

H

DEAR DAN,

ERE I return my trust, nor ask,
One penny for remittance;

If I have well perform'd my task,

Pray fend me an acquittance.