All their religion will be spent to Jove, Sir. You the fam'd idol will become, As gardens grac'd in ancient Rome, O happy Dan! thrice happy fure! at fight. So far I thought it was my duty in answeṛ To that part where you carry on How can, Sir, A man of reas'ning fo profound As things fo different to confound t' our fenfes ? Except you judg'd'em by the knock convinces. Then might you be, by dint of reason, is granted. Therefore to thy superior wit, we wanted. In one affertion you're to blame, refin'd, Sir. You'll see most grofsly you mistook, you'll find, Sir, S, H, E, fbe—and R, I, ri, Both put together make Sherry, Z 4 fyllables. Dan Dan is but one, and Sherri two, A the tables. Anfwer by Dr. DELANY. SSIST me, my mufe, whilft I labour to limn him, Credite, Pifones, ifti tabulæ perfimilem. You look and you write with fo different a grace, That I envy your verfe, though I didn't your face. And to him that thinks rightly, there's reafon enough, 'Cau feone is as fmooth as theother is rough. But much I'm amaz'd think my defign you fhould) Was to rhyme down your nofe, or your harlequin grin, Which you yourfelf wonder the de'el fhou'd malign. And if 'tis fo ftrange, that your monsterfhip's crany Should be envy'd by him, much lefs by Delany, Though Though I own to you, when I confider it ftricter, I envythe painter,although not the picture, And juftly fhe's envy'd, fince a fiend of hell Was never drawn right but by her and Raphell. Next, as to the charge, which you tell us is true, That we were infpir'd by the fubject we drew. Infpiredwe were, and well, Sir,you knew it, Yet not by your nose, but the fair one that drew it: Had your nose been the Mufe, we had ne'er been infpir'd, Though perhaps it might juftly've been faid we were fir'd. As to the divifion of words in your staves, Like my countryman's horn-comb, intą three halves, I meddle not with't, but prefume to make merry, You called Dan one half, and t'other half Sherry: Now Now if Dan's a half, as you call't o'er and o'er, Then it can't be deny'd that Sherry's two more. For pray give me leave to fay, Sir, for all you, That Sherry's at least of double the value. But perhaps, Sir, you did it to fill up the? verse, So crouds in a concert (like actors in farce) Play two parts in one, when fcrapers are scarce. But be that as 'twill, you'll know more anon, Sir, When Sheridan fends to merry Dan anf wer. Anfwer by Dr. SHERIDAN. TH HREE merry lads you own we are; "Tis very true, and free from care, But envious we cannot bear, believe, Sir. For, were all forms of beauty thine, or grieve, Sir. Then |