TO MR. THOMAS SHERIDAN, UPON HIS VERSES WRITTEN IN CIRCLES. BY DR. SWIFT. It never was known that circular letters, That we walk all about, like a horse in a pound, rant, To give us your measures of line by a quadrant. But we took our dividers, and found your d—n'd metre, In each single verse, took up a diameter. But how, Mr. Sheridan, came you to venture George, Dan, Dean, and Nim, to place in the centre?1 "Twill appear to your cost, you are fairly trepann'd, For the chord of your circle is now in their hand. The chord, or the radius, it matters not whether, By which your jade Pegasus, fix'd in a tether, There were four human figures in the centre of the circular verses.---F. As his betters are used, shall be lash'd round the ring, Three fellows with whips, and the Dean holds the string. Will Hancock declares, you are out of your compass, 1 Lady Betty presents you her service most humble, And is not afraid your worship will grumble, ON DR. SHERIDAN'S CIRCULAR VERSES. BY MR. GEORGE ROCH FORT. WITH music and poetry equally blest, Daughter of the Earl of Drogheda, and married to George Rochfort, Esq.---F. 2 Miss Thomason, Lady Betty's daughter, then, perhaps, about a year old; afterwards married to Gustavus Lambert, Esq. of Paynstown, in the county of Meath.---Scott. To vouch for my numbers, or list to my strains ; To the airs I produce from the pen or the gut. Though the Dean and Delany transcendently shine, With them I'm content thou shouldst make thy abode; But visit thy servant in jig or in ode; Make one work immortal: 'tis all I request.' Apollo look'd pleased; and, resolving to jest, Replied, "Honest friend, I've consider'd thy case; Nor dislike thy well-meaning and humorous face. Thy petition I grant: the boon is not great; Thy works shall continue; and here's the receipt. On rondeaus hereafter thy fiddle-strings spend: Write verses in circles: they never shall end.” ON DAN JACKSON'S PICTURE, CUT IN SILK AND PAPER. To fair Lady Betty Dan sat for his picture, Dan sat with attention, and saw with surprise How she lengthen'd his chin, how she hollow'd his eyes; But flatter'd himself with a secret conceit, That his thin lantern jaws all her art would defeat. Well, that's but my outside, says Dan, with a Say you so? says my lady; I've lined it with paper. PATR. DELANY sculpsit. ON THE SAME PICTURE. CLARISSA draws her scissars from the case Transferr'd itself into his pasteboard head. You'll swear the pasteboard was the better man. 66 Indeed it is-behold the paper skull. THO. SHERIDAN sculp. ON THE SAME. If you say this was made for friend Dan, you belie it, I'll swear he's so like it that he was made by it. THO. SHERIDAN sculp. ON THE SAME PICTURE. DAN's evil genius in a trice G. ROCHFORT Sculp. |