HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of to-day, To-morrow rends away. II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, And it revives again. III. Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, But Pleasure wins his heart. IV. 'Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his heart we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. V. Bound on a voyage of awful length A stranger to superiour strength, 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. I. REBELLION is my theme all day: (As who knows but perhaps it may ?) II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, III. When lawless mobs insult the court, But, O! for him my fancy culls 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, A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em— What! hang a man for going mad! Then farewell British freedom. On observing some Names of little note recorded in the Biographia Britannica. OH, fond attempt to give a deathless lot So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT Of an adjudged Case, not to be found in any of the Books. I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause III. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, 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, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose, VI. On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, VII. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows now,) So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, 16* 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 isle, II. And Murray sighs o'er Pope and Swift, The well-judged purchase and the gift, III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. |