The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven, that thou alone canst make? And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, For thee I panted, thee I prized, HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man ; To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, "Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. Bound on a voyage of awful length, But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may?) Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, When lawless mobs insult the court, But oh! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them. A rope! I wish we patriots had ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Он, fond attempt to give a deathless lot So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the courtYour lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ("Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how), So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, By day-light or candle-light-Eyes should be shut! ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. By the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780. So then the Vandals of our isle, And Murray sighs o'er Pope and Swift, Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, ON THE SAME. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom And bid us fear the same. O'er Murray's loss the muses wept, Yet bless'd the guardian care, that kept His sacred head from harm. There memory, like the bee, that's fed The quintessence of all he read Had treasured up before. |