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All their religion will be spent
About thy woven monument,
And not one orifon be fent

to Jove, Sir.

You the fam'd idol will become,

As gardens grac'd in ancient Rome,
By matrons worship'd in the gloom
of night.

O happy Dan! thrice happy fure!
Thy fame for ever fhall endure,
Who after death can love fecure

at fight.

So far I thought it was my duty
To dwell upon thy boasted beauty;
Now I'll proceed a word or two t'ye,

in answeṛ

To that part where you carry on
This paradox, that rock of ftone,
In your opinion are all one.

How can, Sir,

A man of reas'ning fo profound
So ftupidly be run aground,

As things fo different to confound

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t' our fenfes ?

Except you judg'd'em by the knock
Of near an equal hardy block :
Such an experimental stroak

convinces.

Then might you be, by dint of reason,
A proper judge on this occafion;
'Gainst feeling there's no difputation,

is granted.

Therefore to thy superior wit,
Who made the trial, we fubmit ;
Thy head to prove the truth of it

we wanted.

In one affertion you're to blame,
Where Dan and Sherry's made the fame,
Endeavouring to have your name

refin'd, Sir.

You'll see most grofsly you mistook,
If you confult your fpelling-book,
(The better half you fay you took)

you'll find, Sir,

S, H, E, fbe—and R, I, ri,

Both put together make Sherry,
D, A, N, Dan-makes up the three

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fyllables.

Dan

Dan is but one, and Sherri two,
Then, Sir, your choice will never do;
Therefore I've turn'd, my friend, on you

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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,
Were you like Nireus, foft and fine,
We fhould not in the leaft repine,

or grieve, Sir. Then

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