THE

BEAU's

REPLY

TO THE

FIVE LADIES ANSWER.

WHY, how now dapper Black,

I smell your gown and caffock,

As ftrong upon your back,
As Tifdal smells of a fock.

To write fuch fcurvy ftuff!
Fine Ladies never do't;
I know you well enough,
And eke your cloven foot.

Fine Ladies, when they write,
Nor fcold, nor keep a splutter:
Their verses give delight,

As foft and fweet as butter.

But Satan never faw

Such haggard lines as these :
They stick athwart my maw,
As bad as Suffolk-cheese.

VOL. XVI:

Y

A LET.

A

LETTER

FROM

Dr. SHERIDAN to Dr. SWIFT.

I'D have you to know, as fure as you're

Dean,

On Thursday my cafk of Obrien I'll drain: If my wife is not willing, I fay fhe's a quean, And my right to the cellar, I Gad I'll maintain

As bravely as any that fought at Dunblain: Go tell her it over and over again.

I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; For, fhould it, I fear it will cool my hot brain, Intirely extinguifh my poetic vein;

And then I fhould be as ftupid as Kain, Who preach'd on three heads, tho' he mention'd but twain.

Now Wardel's in hafte, and begins to com

plain;

Your moft humble fervant, Dear Sir, I reT. S-------N.

main,

Get Helfham, Walmsley, Delany,

And fome Grattans, if there be any
Take care you do not bid too many.

*i. c. In Dublin, for they were country-clergy, living near the city...

Dr.

Dr. SWIFT's ANSWER

то

DOCTOR SHERIDAN.

THE verfes you fent on the bottling

your wine

Were, in ev'ry one's judgment, exceedingly fine;

And I must confefs, as a Dean and divine,
I think you inspir'd by the Muses all nine.
I nicely examin'd them ev'ry line,
And the worst of them all, like a barn-door,
did fhine.

Oh, that Jove would give me fuch a talent
as thine!
[bine:
With Delany or Dan I would fcorn to com-
I know they have many a wicked defign;
And, give Satan his due, Dan begins to re-
fine.

However, I wish, honest comrade of mine, You would really on Thursday leave St. Catherine *. [like a fwine.

Where I hear you are cramm'd ev'ry day With me you'll no more have a ftomach to

dine,

St. Catherine's, the feat of Lady Mountcaffer, about fix miles from Dublin.

Nor, after your vittles lie fleeping fupine: So I with you were toothless, like Lord Mafferine.

But, were you as wicked as leud Aretine, I wish you would tell me which way you

incline.

[line, If, when you return, your road you don't On Thursday I'll pay my refpects at your fhrine,

Wherever you bend, wherever you twine, In fquare, or in oppofite circle, or trine. Your beef will on Thursday be falter than [from the kine, I hope you have fwill'd, with new milk As much as the Liffee's outdone by the

brine:

Rhine;

[line. And Dan shall be with us, with nose aquiIf you do not come back, we fhall weep

out our eyn,

[ine. Or may your gown never be good LutherThe beef you have got, I hear, is a chine: But, if too many come, your Madam will whine; [fpine. And then you may kifs the low end of her But enough of this Poetry Alexandrine: I hope you will not think this a Pasquine.

A POR

A PORTRAIT from the LIFE.

COME
OME fit by my fide, while this picture I
draw:

In chatt'ring a magpie, in pride a jackdaw;
A temper the Devil himself could not bridle,
Impertinent mixture of busy and idle.
As rude as a bear, no mule half fo crabbed;
She fwills like a fow, and fhe breeds like a
rabbit:

A house-wife in bed, at table a flattern;
For all an example, for no one a pattern.
Now tell me, friend Thomas*, Ford †, Grat-
tan ‡, and merry Dan §,

Has this any likeness to good Madam Sheridan ?

* Doctor Thomas Sheridan.
+ Charles Ford of Wobdpark, Efq;

Reverend John Grattan.

Reverend Daniel Jackson.