A long-eared beast, and what seasons your beef, A long-eared beast, a thing that force must drive in, TRIFLES. A LEFT-HANDED LETTER TO DR SHERIDAN, * 1718. DELANY reports it, and he has a shrewd tongue, That we both act the part of the clown and the cow dung; We lie cramming ourselves, and are ready to burst, Though Delany advis'd you to plague me no longer, You reply and rejoin like Hoadly of Bangor; You treat me like a boy that knocks down his foe, Would, as he lay under, cry out Sirrah! yield. *The humour of this poem is partly lost, by the impossibility of printing it left-handed as it was written.-H. So the French when our generals soundly did pay them, Went triumphant to church, and sang stoutly Te Deum. So the famous Tom Leigh, when quite run a ground, Comes off by out-laughing the company round: Friend Sheridan, when will you know your own good? 'Twas to teach you in modester language your duty; For, were you a dog, I could not be rude t'ye; I beg your pardon for using my left-hand, but I was in great haste, and the other hand was employed at the same time in writing some letters of business. September 20, 1718.—I will send you the rest when I have leisure: but pray come to dinner with the company you met here last. 6 |