And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequestered shed. To be a guest with them? For thee I panted, thee I prized, And shall I see thee start away, HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man; The bow well bent and smart the spring, But Passion rudely snaps the string, 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 Through all his heart 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; 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 O! 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, 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 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- 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 how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. 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, Their pages mangled, burnt and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. |