SHERIDAN's SUBMISSION.

Written by the Dean.

Cedo jam, miferæ cognofcens præmia rixa,
Si rifca eft, ubi tu pulfas ego vapulo tantum.

Poor Sherry, inglorious,

To Dan the victorious,
Prefents, as 'tis fitting,
Petition and greeting.

To you, victorious and brave, Your now fubdu'd and fuppliant flave

Most humbly fues for pardon. Who when I fought ftill cut me down, And when I vanish'd fled the town, Purfu'd and laid me hard on.

Now lowly crouch'd I cry peccavi,
And proftrate, fupplicate pour ma vie,
Your mercy I rely on.

For you, my conqu'ror and my king,
In pard'ning, as in punishing,

Will fhew yourself a lion.

Alas! Sir, I had no design,
But was unwarily drawn in;

For fpite I ne'er had any.

'Twas the damn'd 'fquire with the hard

name;

The de'el too that ow'd me a fhame,
The devil and Delany ;

They tempted me t'attack your highness,
And then, with wonted wile and flynefs,
They left me in the lurch,

Unhappy wretch! for now, I ween,
I've nothing left to vent my spleen
But ferula and birch;

And they, alas! yield small relief,
Seem rather to renew my grief,
My wounds bleed all anew :
For ev'ry ftroke goes to my heart,
And at each lath I feel the smart
Of lafh laid on by you.

TOM MULLINEX and DICK.

TOM and Dick had equal fame,

And both had equal knowledge; Tom could write and fpell his name, But Dick had seen the college.

VOL. VII.

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Dick

Dick a coxcomb, Tom was mad,
And both alike diverting,
Tom was held the merrier lad,
But Dick the beft at farting.

Dick would cock his nofe in fcorn,
But Tom was kind and loving;
Tom a foot-boy bred and born,
But Dick was from an oven.

Dick could neatly dance a jig,
But Tom was beft at borees;
Tom would pray for ev'ry whig,

And Dick curfe all the tories.

Dick would make a woeful noise,
And scold at an election;
Tom huzza'd the black-guard boys,
And held them in subjection.

Tom could move with lordly grace,
Dick nimbly skip the gutter;
Tom could talk with folemn face,
But Dick could better fputter.

Dick was come to high renown
Since he commenc'd phyfician;
Tom was held by all the town
The deeper politician.

Tom had the genteeler fwing,
His hat could nicely put on;
Dick knew better how to fwing
His cane upon a button.

Dick for repartee was fit,

And Tom for deep difcerning;
Dick was thought the brighter wit,
But Tom had better learning.

Dick with zealous no's and ay's
Could roar as loud as Stentor,
In the house 'tis all he fays;
But Tom is eloquenter.

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DICK, A Maggot.

S when from rooting in a bin,
All powder'd o'er from tail to chin,

A lively maggot fallies out,

You know him by his hazel fnout;
So when the grandfon of his grandfire
Forth iflues wriggling, Dick Drawcanfir,
With powder'd rump, and back and fide,
You cannot blanch his tawny hide;
For 'tis beyond the pow'r of meal
The gypfey vifage to conceal :

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For,

For, as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down ev'ry mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phiz, in fhow
Like a fresh t―d juft dropt on fnow.

Clad all in Brown.

Imitated from COWLEY.

To DIC K.

FOULEST brute that ftinks below.

Why in this brown doft thou appear?

For, would'fithou make a fouler fhow, Thou must go naked all the year. Fresh from the mud a wallowing fow Would then be not fo brown as thou.

'Tis not the coat that looks fo dun,
His hide emits a foulness out,
Not one jot better looks the fun
Seen from behind a dirty clout:

So t-ds within a glass inclose,
The glafs will feem as brown as those.

Thou