II. 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. IV. 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, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose, On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows now,) 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 I. So then the Vandals of our isle, II. And Murray sighs o'er Pope and Swift, The well-judged purchase and the gift, That grac'd his letter'd store. III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; Bat ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own ON THE SAME. I. WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom In all-devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. II. O'er Murray's loss the muses wept, Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept His sacred head from harm. III. There mem'ry, like the bee, that's fed From Flora's balmy store, The quintessence of all he road Had treasur'd up before. IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flow'rs are gone-but still we find THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED OR, HYPOCRISY DETECTED.* THUS says the prophet of the Turk Good musselman, abstain from pork; There is a part in every swine What joint the prophet had in mind. These choose the back, the belly those; By some 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head; While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus conscience freed from ev'ry clog, Mahometans eat up the hog. * It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied, May make you laugh on t'other side, Renounce the world-the preacher cries; We do a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards Some love a concert or a race; And others shooting, and the chace, Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd; Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he : With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten. ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. YE nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red |