“On Dan Jackson’s Picture Cut in Paper.”
“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