Dr. Delany's Reply

Assist me, my Muse, while I labour to limn him.Credite, Pisones, isti tabulae persimilem.You look and you write with so different a grace,That I envy your verse, though I did not your face.And to him that thinks rightly, there's reason enough,'Cause one is as smooth as the other is rough.But much I'm amazed you should think my designWas to rhyme down your nose, or your harlequin grin,Which you yourself wonder the de'el should malign.And if 'tis so strange, that your monstership's cranyShould be envied by him, much less by Delany;Though I own to you, when I consider it stricter,I envy the painter, although not the picture.And justly she's envied, since a fiend of HellWas never drawn right but by her and Raphael.Next, as to the charge, which you tell us is true,That we were inspired by the subject we drew.Inspired we were, and well, sir, you knew it;Yet not by your nose, but the fair one that drew it;Had your nose been the Muse, we had ne'er been inspired,Though perhaps it might justly 've been said we were fired,As to the division of words in your staves,Like my countryman's horn-comb, into three halves,I meddle not with 't, but presume to make merry,You call'd Dan one half, and t'other half Sherry:Now if Dan's a half, as you call't o'er and o'er,Then it can't be denied that Sherry's two more.For pray give me leave to say, sir, for all you,That Sherry's at least of double the value.But perhaps, sir, you did it to fill up the verse;So crowds in a concert (like actors in farce)Play two parts in one, when scrapers are scarce.But be that as 'twill, you'll know more anon, sir,When Sheridan sends to merry Dan answer.