Dan Jackson's Defence

My verse little better you'll find than my face is;A word to the wise--ut pictura poesis.

Three merry lads, with envy stung,Because Dan's face is better hung,Combined in verse to rhyme it down,And in its place set up their own;As if they'd run it down much betterBy number of their feet in metre.Or that its red did cause their spite,Which made them draw in black and white.Be that as 'twill, this is most true,They were inspired by what they drew.Let then such critics know, my faceGives them their comeliness and grace:While every line of face does bringA line of grace to what they sing.But yet, methinks, though with disgraceBoth to the picture and the face,I should name them who do rehearseThe story of the picture farce;The squire, in French as hard as stone,Or strong as rock, that's all as one,On face on cards is very brisk, sirs,Because on them you play at whisk, sirs.But much I wonder, why my cranyShould envied be by De-el-any:And yet much more, that half-namesakeShould join a party in the freak.For sure I am it was not safeThus to abuse his better half,As I shall prove you, Dan, to be,Divisim and conjunctively.For if Dan love not Sherry, canSherry be anything to Dan?This is the case whene'er you seeDan makes nothing of Sherry;Or should Dan be by Sherry o'erta'enThen Dan would be poor Sherridane'Tis hard then he should be decriedBy Dan, with Sherry by his side.But, if the case must be so hard,That faces suffer by a card,Let critics censure, what care I?Backbiters only we defy,Faces are free from injury.