THE MODERN PATRIOT. I. REBELLION is my theme all day, I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may) A little nearer home. II. Yon roaring boys who rave and fight I always held them in the right, III. When lawless mobs infult the court, If breaking windows be the sport IV. But oh! for him my fancy culls Your house about your ears. V. Such V. Such civil broils are my delight, Tho' fome folks can't endure 'em, Who fay the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure 'em. VI. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such ftrings for all who need 'em What! hang a man for going mad ? On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded in the BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. OH fond attempt to give a deathlefs lot, They court the notice of a future age, So So when a child, as playful children ufe, RE POR T Of an adjudged Cafe not to be found in any of the Books. I. BETWEEN Nofe and Eyes a ftrange conteft arofe, The fpectacles fet them unhappily wrong; The point in difpute was, as all the world knows, II. So the tongue was the lawyer and argued the cause With a great deal of fkill, and a wig full of learn ing, While chief baron Ear fat to balance the laws, So fam'd for his talent in nicely difcerning. III. In III. In behalf of the Nofe, it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to poffeffion time out of mind. IV. Then holding the fpectacles up to the court Your lordship observes they are made with a ftrad dle, As wide as the ridge of the Nofe is, in short, V. Again, would your lordship, a moment, suppose ('Tis a cafe that has happen'd and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who wou'd or who could wear spectacles then? VI. On the whole it appears, and my argument fhows And the Nofe was as plainly intended for them. VII. Then shifting his fide as a lawyer knows how, But what were his arguments few people know, wife. VIII. So his lordship decreed with a grave folemn tone, That whenever the Nofe put his fpectacles on 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 ifle, Sworn foes to fenfe and law, Have burnt to duft a nobler pile Than ever Roman faw! |