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Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
THE MODERN PATRIOT.
REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may ?)
A little nearer home,
Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other side the Atlantic, I always held them in the right,
But most so when most frantic.
When lawless mobs insult the court,
That man shall be my toast,
Who bravely breaks the most.
But O! for him my fancy culls
The choicest flow’rs she bears, 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
Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad!
Then farewell British freedom.
On observing some names of little note recorded in
the Biographia Brittannica.
Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
OZ AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF
I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unbappily wrong ; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning;
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly f... That the Nose has had spectacles always ir Her. 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,
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle.