'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 wisest mortal knows
What fortune may befal his nose.

Show me the brightest Irish toast,
Who from her lover e'er could boast
Above a song or two at most:

For thee three poets now are drudging all,
To praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all,
Both of the picture and original.

Thy nose'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 rise,
Shall read with envy and surprise
Thy nose outshining Celia's eyes.

JON. SWIFT.

DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE.

My verse little better you'll find than my face is,
A word to the wise-ut pictura poësis."

THREE 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 such critics know my face
Gives them their comeliness and grace:
While every line of face does bring
A line of grace to what they sing.
But yet, methinks, though with disgrace.
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 strong 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 cranny
Should envy'd be by De-el-any:
And yet much more, that half-namesake
Should join a party in the freak,

For sure I am it was not safe
Thus to abuse his better half,
As I shall prove you, Dan, to be,
Divisim and conjunctively.
For if Dan love not Sherry, can
Sherry be any thing to Dan?
This is the case whene'er you see
Dan makes nothing of Sherry;
Or should Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en,
'Then Dan would be poor Sherridane ;
'Tis hard then he should be decried
By Dan with Sherry by his side.

But, if the case must be so hard,
That faces suffer by a card,
Let critics censure, what care I?
Backbiters only we defy,
Faces are free from injury.

MR ROCHFORT'S REPLY.

You say your face is better hung
Than ours-by what? by nose or tongue?
In not explaining you are wrong

to us, Sir.

Because we thus must state the case,
That you have got a hanging face,
Th' untimely end's a damn'd disgrace

But

yet be not cast down: I see

A weaver will your hangman be;
You'll only hang in tapestry

And then the ladies, I suppose,

of noose, Sir.

with many:

Will praise your longitude of nose,
For latent charms within your clothes,

dear Danny.

Thus will the fair of every age
From all parts make their pilgrimage,
Worship thy nose with pious rage

of love, Sir:

All their religion will be spent
About thy woven monument,
And not one orison be sent

You the fam'd idol will become,
As gardens grac'd in ancient Rome,
By matrons worship'd in the gloom

O happy Dan! thrice happy sure!
Thy fame for ever shall endure,
Who after death can love secure

of night:

at sight.

So far I thought it was my duty
To dwell upon thy boasted beauty;
Now I'll proceed a word or two t' ye

To that part where you carry on
This paradox, that rock and stone
In your opinion are all one:

A man of reasoning so profound
So stupidly be run a-ground,
As things so different to confound

in answer

How can, Sir,

t' our senses?

Except you judg'd them by the knock
Of near an equal hardy block:
Such an experimental stroke

convinces.

Then might you be by dint of reason,
A proper judge on this occasion;
'Gainst feeling there's no disputation,

Therefore to thy superior wit,
Who made the trial, we submit ;
Thy head to prove the truth of it

!

is granted:

we wanted.

In one assertion you're to blame,
Where Dan and Sherry's made the same,
Endeavouring to have your name

You'll see most grossly you mistook,
If you consult your spelling-book,
(The better half you say you took)

S, H, E, she and R, I, ri,
Both put together make Sherry,
D, A, N, Dan-makes up the three

Dan is but one, and Sherri two,

refin'd, Sir:

you'll find, Sir;

syllables;

Then, Sir, your choice will never do;
Therefore I've turn'd, my friend, on you

༞ རྩ ས ཞེ་ ཏི

the tables.‹

DR DELANY'S REPLY.

ASSIST me, my Muse, while I labour to limn him: Credite Pisones, isti tabulæ persimilem.