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Then holding the spectacles up to the court Your lordship observes they are made with a

straddle, As wide as the bridge of the Nose is ; in short,

Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle.


Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may

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 equally


So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone,

Decisive and clear, without one if or butI'hat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be

shut !




ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,

And Genius shed his rays.

See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age !

Discernment, eloquence, and grace

Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.

The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;

He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.

So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known, And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own.


COME, peace of mind, delightful guest

, Return and make thy downy nest

Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
For whom, alas ! dost thou

prepare The sweets that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy smiles ?

The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heaven that thou alone canst make ?

And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove, and the sequester'd shed,

To be a guest with them?

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed

Whate'er I loved before;
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-

Farewell! we meet no more?


WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;
But Passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

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 art we view; And while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

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.



REBELLION is my theme all day;

I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may ?)

A little nearer home.

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Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight

On tother 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,
If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.

But O! for him my fancy culls

The choicest flowers 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.

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