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LETTER TO DR, SHERIDAN.
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'Twas to teach you in moderate language your duty;
For, were you a dog, I could not be rude t' ye:
As a good quiet soul, who no mischief intends
To a quarrelsome fellow, cries, Let us be friends.
But we like Antæus and Hercules fight,
The oftener you fall, the oftener you write;
And I'll use you as he did that overgrown clown,
I'll first take you up, and then take you down:
And, 'tis your own case, for you never can wound
The worst dunce in your school, till he's heav'd from the ground.


I beg your pardon for using my left hand, but I was in great haste, and the other hand was employ'd at the same time in writing some letters of business. — I will send you the rest when I have leisure: but pray come to dinner with the company you met here last.





A MOTTO FOR MR. JASON HASARD,


WOOLLEN-DRAPER IN DUBLIN;


WHOSE SIGN WAS THE GOLDEN FLEECE.


JASON, the valiant prince of Greece,
From Colchos brought the Golden Fleece:
We comb the wool, refine the stuff,
For modern Jasons, that's enough.
O! could we tame yon watchful dragon[1],
Old Jason would have less to brag on.

  1. England.

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