“To fair Lady Betty Dan sat for his Picture, And defy’d her to draw him so oft as he piqu’d her. He knew she’d no Pencil or Colouring by her, And therefore he thought he might safely defy her. Come sit, says my Lady, then whips out her Scissar, And cuts out his Coxcomb in Silk in a trice, Sir. Dan sat with Attention, and saw with Surprize How she lengthen’d his Chin, how she hollow’d his Eyes, But flattered himself with a secret Conceit That his thin leathern (_sic_) Jaws all her art would defeat. Lady Betty observ’d it, then pulls out a Pin And varies the Grain of the Stuff to his Grin; And to make roasted Silk to resemble his raw-bone She rais’d up a Thread to the jett of his Jaw-bone, Till at length in exactest Proportion he rose From the Crown of his Head to the Arch of his Nose. And if Lady Betty had drawn him with Wig and all, ’Tis certain the Copy’d out-done the Original. Well, that’s but my Outside, says Dan with a Vapour; Say you so? says my Lady; I’ve lin’d it with Paper.” _Swift, “Miscellanies,” vol. x., p. 205._ ANOTHER. “Clarissa draws her Scissars from the Case, To draw the Lines of poor D—n J—n’s Face. One sloping Cut made Forehead, Nose, and Chin, A Nick produc’d a Mouth and made him grin, Such as in Taylor’s measure you have seen. But still were wanting his Grimalkin Eyes, For which grey Worsted-Stocking Paint supplies Th’ unravell’d Thread thro’ Needle’s Eye convey’d, Transferr’d itself into his past-board Head. How came the Scissars to be thus out-done? The Needle had an Eye, and they had none. O wond’rous Force of Art! now look at _Dan_— You’d swear the Past-board was the better man. The Dev’l, says he, the Head is not so full— Indeed it is, behold the Paper Skull.” THO. S⸺D, _Sculp_. _Swift, “Miscellanies,” vol. x., p. 206._ ANOTHER. “Dan’s evil Genius in a Trice Had strip’d him of his Coin at Dice; _Chloe_ observing this Disgrace, On _Pam_ cut out his rueful Face. By G⸺, says _Dan_, ’tis very hard, Cut out at Dice, cut out at Card!” G. R⸺D, _Sculp._