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As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a case that has happen'd, 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 With a reasoning, the court will never condemn,
That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
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 eq ually wise.
So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone,
That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
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,
Have burnt to dust a nobler pile,
And Murray sighs o'er Pope and Swift
And many a treasure more,
That grac'd his letter'd store.
Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn,
The loss was his alone;
ON THE SAME.
When wit and genius meet their doom
In all devouring flame,
And bid us fear the same.
II. O'er Murray's loss the muses wept,
They felt the rude alarm,
Yet bless'd the guardian care, that kept
His sacred head from harm.
There Mem'ry, like the bee, that's fed
From Flora's balmy store, The quintessence of all he read
Had treasur'd up before.
The lawless herd, with fury blind,
The flow'rs are gone—but still we find
LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED;
Thus says the prophet of the Turk,
* It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece has already appeared in print, having found it's way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity.
Much controversy straight arose,
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.
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
A snug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play;
Some love a concert, or a race;
And others shooting, and the chase.