Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From avarice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The great, the gay, shall they partake For thee I panted, thee I prized, And shall I see thee start away, HUMAN FRAILTY WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, 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 Finds out his weaker part, Virtue engages his assent, But pleasure wins his heart. 'Tis here the folly of the wise Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A stranger to superior strength, 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 ?) A little nearer home. 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, 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 Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land So when a child (as playful children use) REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. "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 court, "Your 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, Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, 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, The well-judged purchase and the gift Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, But ages yet to come shall mourn ON THE SAME WHEN wit and genius meet their doom They tell us of the fate of Rome, O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept, They felt the rude alarm, Yet blessed the guardian care that kept There Memory, like the bee that's fed From Flora's balmy store, The quintessence of all he read Had treasured up before. |