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ON OBSERVING SOME
NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Он, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
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 ('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 shews, 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),
So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
ON THE BURNING
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, And many a treasure more,
The well-judg'd purchase, and the gift, That graced his letter'd store.
Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn,
The loss was his alone;
But ages yet to come shall mourn
The burning of his own.
ON THE SAME.
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.
O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept,
Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept
There Memory, like the bee, that's fed
Had treasured up before.
The lawless herd, with fury blind,
The flowers are gone-but still we find
THE LOVE OF THE WORLD
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 its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity.
Had he the sinful part express'd,
He meant not to forbid the head;
Thus, conscience freed from every clog,
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;
Some love a concert, or a race;
And others shooting and the chase.
Reviled and loved, renounced and follow'd,
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,