And scarcely can one page fuftain Shews like Thaumantia's in the sky; Thy verse-(Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) 'Tis like,-O yes, 'tis very like it, The long, long ftring, with which you fly kite, Conclude like Rattah-whittah-whit TO MR. THOMAS SHERIDAN, Upon his VERSES written in CIRCLES. By Dr. SWIFT. T never was known that circular letters, IT By humble companions, were fent to their betters; But now for your verses; we * At Gaulftown, there is a remarkably famous echo. An allufion to the found produced by the echo. Sufficient H Sufficient it were, one would think, in your mad rant, To give us your meafures of line by a quadrant, But we took our dividers, and found your d---n'd metre, In each fingle verfe, took up a diameter. But how, Mr. Sheridan, came you to venture George, Dan, Dean, and Nim, to place in the centre * ? 'Twill appear, to your coft, you are fairly trepann'd, Will Hancock declares, you are out of your compafs, Which is all at prefent; and fo I remain Their figures were in the centre of the verses. The lady of George Rochford, Efq. 1 Mifs Thomafon, lady Betty's daughter. ON On Dr. SHERIDAN'S CIRCULAR VERSES, By MR. GEORGE ROCHFORT. WITH mufick and poetry equally bleft, A bard thus Apollo most humbly addreft; "Great author of harmony, verses, and light! "Affifted by thee, I both fiddle and write. "Yet unheeded I fcrape, or I fcribble all day, "My verfe is neglected, my tunes thrown away, Thy fubftitute here, Vice-Apollo *, difdains "To vouch for my numbers, or lift to my ftrains; "Thy manual fignet refuses to put "To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. "Be thou then propitious, great Phoebus! and grant "Relief, or reward, to my merit, or want. Though the Dean and Delany tranfcendently fhine, "O brighten one folo or fonnet of mine! "With them I'm content thou fhouldft make thy abode ; "But visit thy fervant in jig or in ode ; "Make one work immortal: 'tis all I request." Apollo look'd pleas'd; and, resolving to jest, Reply'd, "Honeft friend, I've confider'd thy cafe: "Nor diflike thy well meaning and humorous face, Thy petition I grant: the boon is not great; Thy works fhall continue; and here's the receipt. "On rondeaus hereafter thy fiddle-ftrings fpend: "Write verfes in circles: they never fhall end." See "Apollo to the Dean." ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURE, TO fair Lady Betty Dan fat for his picture, He knew she'd no pencil or colouring by her, But flatter'd himself with a fecret conceit, That his thin lantern jaws all her art would defeat. vapour, Say you fo, fays my Lady; I've lin'd it with paper. ON ON THE SAME PICTURE. CLARISSA draws her fciffars from the cafe -- THO. SHERIDAN Sculp ON THE SAME PICTURE, DAN's evil genius in a trice Had ftripp'd him of his coin at dice, Cloe, obferving this difgrace, On Pam cut out his rueful face. G. ROCHFORT fculp. ON |