My rhymes are gone; I think I've none, DARE ANSWER.* BY DR. SWIFT. you dispute, you saucy brute, And think there's no refelling Your scurvy lays, and senseless praise, Howe'er you flounce, I here pronounce, Your water's mud, and sours the blood Those pocky drabs, to cure their scabs, Will back be sent worse than they went, Llewellyn why? As well may I Name honest doctor Pellin ; So hard sometimes you tug for rhymes, No subject fit to try your wit, When you went colonelling: But dull intrigues 'twixt jades and teagues, * This answer was resented by Dr. Sheridan as an affront on himself and the lady he attended to the spa. ANDERSON. Our Our lasses fair, say what you dare, Would I was whipt, when Sheelah stript, ན་་་ A bum so white ne'er came in sight L At paltry Ballyspellin. Your mawkins there smocks hempen wear; Of Holland not an ell in, No, not a rag, whate'er you brag, But Tom will prate at any rate, There's bonny Jane, in yonder lane, We have a girl deserves an earl; How would you stare, to see her there, The foggy mists dispelling, That cloud the brows of every blowse Now, as I live, I would not give A stiver or a skellin, To towse and kiss the fairest miss That leaks at Ballyspellin. Whoe'er will raise such lies as these Who falsely boasts of belles and toasts My rhymes are gone to all but one, As proper quite as those you To force in Ballyspellin. write, PARODY ON A CHARACTER OF DEAN SMEDLEY, THE WRITTEN IN LATIN BY HIMSELF. very reverend dean Smedley, Of dulness, pride, conceit, a medley, Was *INSCRIPTION, BY DEAN SMEDLEY. 1729. Reverendus Decanus, JONATHAN SMEDLEY, Parce pius, impius minime; Veritatis Indagator, Libertatis Assertor; Auctor hujus sententiæ, PATRES SUNT VETULÆ. Mente sana, sano corpore, volens, lætusque, Lustris Was equally allow'd to shine One thing he did before he went hence, By cutting of his phrase, and trimming, He waded, without any shame, Lustris plus quam xi numeratis, Ad rem familiarem restaurandam augendamque, Et ad Evangelium Indos inter Orientales prædicandum, Greve, idibus Februarii, navem ascendens, Arcemque Sancti petens Georgii, vernale per æquinoxium, Anno Era Christianæ MDCCXXVIII, Transfretavit, Fata vocant-revocentque precamur, D 4 But But, if she turn'd against his play, દે He knew to stop à quatre trois. Now sound in mind, and sound in corpus, The bank where last he set his toe, In seventeen hundred eight and twenty, Ye Fates, when all he gets is spent, RETURN HIM BEGGAR AS HE WENT! PAULUS: |