V. 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? VI. 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. VII. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) VIII. So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, 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-judg'd 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. ON THE SAME. I. 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, II. O'er MURRAY's loss the muses wept, Yet bless'd the guardian care, that kept His sacred head from harm. III. 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. IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, The flow'rs are gone-but still we find THE LOVE OF THE WORLD OR, HYPOCRISY DETECTED.* Taus says the prophet of the Turk, These choose the back, the belly those ; By some 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head; * 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. Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry 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; With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, |