On the foregoing Picture.
WHILST you three merry pocts
To give us a defcription graphic
Of Dan's large nofe in modern Sapphic,
Ì spend my time in making fermons,
Or writing libels on the Germans,
Or murmuring at whigs preferments.
But when I would find rhyme for Rochfort, And look in English, French, and Scotch for't,
At last I'm fairly forc'd to botch for't.
Bid lady Betty recollect her,
And tell, who was it could direct her
To draw the face of fuch a spectre.
I must confess, that as to me, Sirs,
Though I ne'er faw her hold the fciffars,
I now could fafely fwear it is hers.
'Tis true, no nofe could come in better; 'Tis a vaft fubje&t ftuff'd with matter, Which all may handle, none can flatter. VOL. VII. Take
Take courage, Dan; this plainly shows, That not the wifeft mortal knows,
may befall his nose.
Shew me the brightest Irish toast,
Who from her lover e'er could boast
Above a fong or two at moft;
For thee three poets now are drudging all To praife the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all,
Both of the picture and original.
Thy nofe's length and fame extend
So far, dear Dan, that ev'ry friend
Tries, who shall have it by the end.
And future poets, as they rise,
Shall read with envy and furprize
Thy nofe outfhining Calia's eyes.
My verfe little better you'll find than my face is,
A word to the wife, ut pictura poefis.
HREE merry lads with envy ftung,
Because Dan's face is better hung,
Combin'd in verfe to rhyme it down,,
And in its place fet 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 inblack and white.
Be that as 'twill, this is moft true,
They were infpir'd by what they drew,
Let then fuch criticks know, my face
Gives them their comeliness and grace:
Whilft ev'ry line of face does bring
A line of grace to what they fing.
But yet, methinks, though with difgrace
Both to the picture and the face,
I should name them who do rehearse
The ftory of the picture-farce;
The 'fquire in French as hard as ftone,
Or strong as rock, that's all as one,
On face on cards is very brifk, Sirs,
Because on them you play at whisk, Sirs.
But much I wonder, why my crany
Shou'd envy'd be by De-el-any:
And yet much more, that half-name fake
Shou'd join a party in the freak.
For fure I am it was not fafe
Thus to abufe his better half,
As I fhall prove you, Dan, to be,
Divifim and conjunctively.
For if Dan love not Sherry, can
Sherry be any thing to Dan?
This is the cafe whene'er you fee
Dan makes nothing of Sherry;
Or fhou'd Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en,
Then Dan would be poor
Sherridane;
'Tis hard then he fhould be decry'd
By Dan with Sherry by his fide.
But if the cafe muft be fo hard,
That faces fuffer by a card,
Let criticks cenfure, what care I?
Back-biters only we defy,
Faces are free from injury.
Answer to DAN JACKSON, by Mr. GEORGE ROCHFORT.
OU fay your face is better hung Than ours-by what? by nofe or tongue ?
In not explaining, you are wrong
Because we thus muft ftate the cafe,
That you have got a hanging face,
Th' untimely end's a damn'd disgrace
of noofe, Sir.
But yet be not caft down, I fee
A weaver will your hangman be
You'll only hang in tapestry
And then the ladies, I fuppofe,
Will praise your longitude of nose,
For latent charms within your cloaths,
Thus will the fair of ev'ry age
From all parts make their pilgrimage,
Worship thy nofe with pious rage
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