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

t' your gullet.

A REJOINDER.

BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME.

WEARIED with saying grace and prayer,

I hasten'd down to country air,
To read your answer, and prepare

reply to't:

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

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

Ah! slyboot!

and box-comb?

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

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:

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Yet one thing vexes me,

I own,

Thou sorry scarecrow of skin and bone;
To be called lean by a skeleton,

who'd bear it?

Tis true, indeed, to curry friends,
You seem to praise, to make amends,
And yet, before

your stanza ends,

you flout me,

'Bout latent charms beneath my clothes, For every one that knows me knows That I have nothing like my nose

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about me:

pass now where you fleer and laugh, 'Cause I call Dan my better half!

O there you think you have me safe!

Is not a penny often found

But hold, sir:

To be much greater than a pound?

By your good leave, my most profound

Dan's noble metal, Sherry base;

and bold sir,

So Dan's the better, though the less,
An ounce of gold's worth ten of brass,

As to your spelling, let me see,

dull pedant !

If SHE make sher, and RI make ry,
Good spelling-master; your crany

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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

poetaster?

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

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

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

thy master.

proud boaster,

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

and cry on.

I maul'd you, when you look'd so bluff,
But now I'll secret keep your stuff;
For know, prostration is enough

to th' lion.

SHERIDAN'S

SHERIDAN'S SUBMISSION.

BY THE DEAN.

"Cedo jam, miseræ cognoscens præmia rixæ,
Si rixa est, ubi tu pulsas ego vapulo tantum."

POOR Sherry, inglorious,

To Dan the victorious,
Presents, as 'tis fitting,

Petition and greeting.

To you, victorious and brave,

Your now subdued and suppliant slave
Most humbly sues for pardon;
Who when I fought still cut me down,
And when I vanquish'd fled the town,
Pursued and laid me hard on.

Now lowly crouch'd I cry peccavi,
And prostrate supplicate pour ma vie
Your mercy I rely on;

For you, my conqueror and my king,
In pardoning, as in punishing,

Will show yourself a lion.

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

For spite 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 slyness,

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They

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 smart
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,

DEAR PAN,

HERE I return my trust, nor ask,
One penny for remittance;
If I have well perform'd my task,
Pray send me an acquittance.

Too long I bore this weighty pack,

As Hercules the sky;

Now take him you, Dan Atlas, back,
Let me be stander-by.

Not all the witty things you speak

In compass of a day,

Not half the puns you make a week,

Should bribe his longer stay,

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