The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/A Rejoinder in Jackson's Name
A REJOINDER.
BY THE DEAN, IN JACKSON'S NAME.
WEARIED with saying grace and prayer,
I hasten'd down to country air,
To read your answer, and prepare
reply to 't:
But your fair lines so grossly flatter,
Pray, do they praise me, or bespatter?
I must suspect you mean the latter —
Ah! slyboot!
It must be so! what else, alas!
Can mean by culling of a face,
And all that stuff of toilet, glass,
and box-comb?
But be't as 'twill, this you must grant,
That you're a dawb, whilst I but paint;
Then which of us two is the quaint-
er coxcomb?
I value not your jokes of noose,
Your gibes, and all your foul abuse,
More than the dirt beneath my shoes,
nor fear it:
Yet one thing vexes me, I own,
Thou sorry scarecrow of skin and bone;
To be call'd lean by a skeleton,
who'd bear it?
'Tis true indeed, to curry friends,
You seem to praise, to make amends,
And yet, before your stanza ends,
you flout me,
'Bout latent charms beneath my clothes;
For every one that knows me knows
That I have nothing like my nose
about me:
I pass now where you fleer and laugh,
'Cause I call Dan my better half!
O there you think you have me safe!
But hold, sir:
Is not a penny often found
To be much greater than a pound?
By your good leave, my most profound
and bold sir,
Dan's noble mettle, Sherry base;
So Dan's the better, though the less,
An ounce of gold's worth ten of brass,
dull pedant!
As to your spelling, let me see,
If SHE makes sher, and RI makes ry,
Good spelling-master! your crany
has lead on't.