The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/A Rejoinder in Jackson's Name
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 —
It must be so! what else, alas!
Can mean by culling of a face,
And all that stuff of toilet, glass,
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-
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
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,
As to your spelling, let me see,
If SHE makes sher, and RI makes ry,
Good spelling-master! your crany
has lead on't.