DR. SWIFT'S ANSWER. HE verses you fent on the bottling your wine TH Were, in every one's judgement, exceedingly fine; And I muft confess, as a dean and divine, I think you infpir'd by the Muses all nine. I nicely examin'd them every line, And the worft of them all like a barn-door did fhine. You would really on Thursday leave St. Catharine*, I wish you would tell me which way you incline. In fquare, or in oppofite circle, or trine. Your beef will on Thursday be falter than brine: *The feat of lady Mountcafhel, near Dublin. VOL. I. A a And And Dan fhall be with us, with nose aquiline. If you do not come back, we shall weep out our eyne: Or may your gown never be good Lutherine. The beef you have got, I hear, is a chine : But, if too many come, your madam will whine; A PORTRAIT FROM THE LIFE. COME fit by my fide, while this picture I draw: In chattering a magpie, in pride a jackdaw; A temper the devil himself could not bridle; As rude as a bear, no mule half fo crabbed ; A houfe-wife in bed, at table a flattern; For all an example, for no one a pattern. Now tell me, friend Thomas, Ford †, Grattan ‡, and merry Dan, Has this any likeness to good madam Sheridan? *Dr. Thomas Sheridan. + Charles Ford of Woodpark, Efq; Reverend John Grattan. Reverend Daniel Jackfon. UPON 1 UPON STEALING A CROWN WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP. BY DR. SHERIDAN. DEAR Dean, fince you in fleepy wife Have op'd your mouth, and clos'd your eyes; Like ghoft, I glide along your floor, For fhould I break your fweet repofe, Provided you to this agree, That all you lofe belongs to me. S THE DEAN'S ANSWER. "O, about twelve at night, the punk Ner is contented with a treat, Without her privilege to cheat. But, jeft apart, reftore, you capon ye, My twelve thirteens* and fix-pence ha'penny. * A fhilling paffeth for thirteen pence in Ireland. A a 2 To To eat my meat, and drink my medlicot, For this I will not dine with Agmondisham †, ТНЕ MINERVA'S STOR M; ΡΕΤΙΤ Ι Ο Ν. ALLAS, a goddess chafte and wife, A ftorm, to drown that rascal Horte, A wretch! whom English rogues, to spite her, The god, who favour'd her request, Affur'd her he would do his best: *Lady Montcafhel. + Agmondifham Vefey efq; a very worthy gentleman, for whom the Dean had a great esteem. And And had enlarg'd her empire wide; At fea or land, if e'er you found him And, fince her birth the ocean gave her, Said he "Great fovereign of the main, "To drown him, all attempts are vain; "Turn him adrift, and you fhall find * Afterwards archbishop of Cashell. "I found |