← The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 2
Chapter 205
On the Same Picture
On the Same
If you say this was made for friend Dan, you belie it,
I'll swear he's so like it that he was made by it.
THO. SHERIDAN sculp.
Dan's evil genius in a trice
Had stripp'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. ROCHFORT sculp.