Then know from us, moft beauteous Dan, That roughness best becomes a man; 'Tis women would be pale and wan, and taper. And all your trifling beaux and fops, Who comb their brows and fleek their chops, Are but the offspring of toy-fhops, meer vapour. We know your morning hours you pass forbear it. Thofe loads of paint upon your toilet,.: Your cheeks, by fleeking, are fo lean, See what by drinking you have done, You've made your phiz a skeleton, From the long diftance of your crown, t'your gullet? DAN DAN JACKSON's Reply. Written by the Dean in the name of DAN JACKSON, W Earied with faying grace and pray`r, I haften'd down to country air, To read your anfwer, and prepare reply to't. But your fair lines fo grofsly flatter, ah! fly-boot! It must be ! fo! what elfe, alas and box-comb? But be't as 'twill, this you must gränt, That you're a dawb, whilst I but paint; Then which of us two is the quaint er coxcomb? I value not your jokes of noose, nor fear it. Yet Yet one thing vexes me, I own, who'd bear it? "Tis true indeed, to curry friends, You feem to praise to make amends, And yet, before your stanza ends, you flout me, 'Bout latent charms beneath my cloaths; For every one that knows me, knows That I have nothing like my nofe about me. I pass now where you fleer and laugh, 'Caufe I call Dan my better half! Oh there you think you have me fafe! Is not a penny often found but hold Sir. To be much greater than a pound? and bold Sir. Dan's noble mettle, Sherry base; dull pedant. As As to your spelling, let me fee, has lead on't. Another Reply by the Dean in DAN JACKSON's Name. TH HREE days for anfwer I have waited, I thought an ace you'd ne'er have bated, And art thou forc'd to yield, ill-fated poetafter? Henceforth acknowledge, that a nose Blush for ill-fpelling, for ill-lines, proud boafter. I hear with fome concern you roar, and pofts, Sir. Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant, and cry on. I maul'd you, when you look'd fo bluff, to th' lion. |