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, To write fuch fcurvy ftuff! Fine Ladies, when they write, As foft and fweet as butter. But Satan never faw Such haggard lines as these : 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 *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, Oh, that Jove would give me fuch a talent 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 In chatt'ring a magpie, in pride a jackdaw; A house-wife in bed, at table a flattern; Has this any likeness to good Madam Sheridan ? * Doctor Thomas Sheridan. Reverend John Grattan. Reverend Daniel Jackson. |