You keep your countenance for shame, friend to blame : For though men cry they love a jest, "Tis but when others stand the test; And (would you have their meaning known) All subjects like Dan Jackson's nose.* By reading those who teach it best; If he be guilty, you must mend him? * Which was afterward the subject of several poems by Dr. Swift and others. H. A LEFT 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 cowdung; Welye 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; Would, as he lay under, cry out Sirrah! yield. them, Went triumphant to church, and sang stoutly Te Deum. 1 So the famous Tom Leigh, when quite run aground, Comes off by outlaughing the company round: *The humour of this poem is partly lost, by the impossibility of printing it left-handed as it was written. H. In In every vile pamphlet you'll read the same fancies, Having thus overthrown all our farther advances. My offers of peace you ill understood: Friend Sheridan, when will you know your own good? 'Twas to teach you in moderate language your duty; For, were you a dog, I could not be rude t'ye; The oftener you fall, the oftener you write; I beg your pardon for using my left hand, but I was in great haste, and the other hand was employ'd at the same time in writing some letters of business. I will send you the rest when I have leisure but pray come to dinner with the company you met here last. TO DR. SHERIDAN, 1718. WHATE'ER your predecessors taught us, And think your boys may gather there-hence But But as to comic Aristophanes, The rogue too vicious and too prophane is. Down in the strand,* just where the New Pole is ; Proceed to tragics: first, Euripides So much, he swears the very best piece is, } Whose moving touches, when they please kill us. I chose those rhymes out for their difficulty; The fact may not be true; but the rhyme cost me some trouble. SWIFT. DR. DR. SHERIDAN TO DR. SWIFT. 1718. DEAR Dean, since in cruxes and puns you and I deal, Pray why is a woman a sieve and a riddle? In bed as I lay, Sir, a tossing and turning. sir? you "Not I, by my troth, sir."-Then read it again, sir. The reason I send you these lines of rhymes double Is purely through pity, to save you the trouble Of thinking two hours for a rhyme as you did last, When your Pegasus canter'd in triple, and rid fast. As for my little nag, which I keep at Parnassus, With Phoebus's leave, to run with his asses, He goes slow and sure, and he never is jaded, While your fiery steed is whipp'd, spurr'd, bastinaded. THE |