'Tis true, no nose could come in better;
'Tis a vast subject stuff'd with matter,
Which all may handle, none can flatter.
Take courage, Dan; this plainly shows,
That not the wisest mortal knows
What fortune may befal his nose.
Show me the brightest Irish toast,
Who from her lover e'er could boast
Above a song or two at most;
For thee three poets now are drudging all,
To praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all,
Both of the picture and original.
Thy nose's length and fame extend
So far, dear Dan, that every friend
Tries, who shall have it by the end.
And future poets, as they rise,
Shall read with envy and surprise
Thy nose outshining Cælia's eyes.
DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE.
"My verse little better you'll find than my face is,
A word to the wise — ut pictura poësis."
THREE merry lads, with envy stung,
Because Dan's face is better hung,
Combin'd in verse to rhyme it down,
And in its place set up their own;
