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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
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 wise.
So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut!
BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S
TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS.,
BY THE MOB IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780.
So then the Vandals of our isle,
Sworn foes to sense and law,
Have burnt to dust a nobler pile,
Than ever Roman saw!
And MURRAY sighs o'er Pope and Swift,
The well-judg'd purchase, and the gift,
That grac'd 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,
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
The lawless herd, with fury blind,
Have done him cruel wrong;
The flow'rs are gone-but still we find
The honey on his tongue.
LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED;
THUS says the prophet of the Turk,
What joint the prophet had in mind.
* 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;
He meant not to forbid the head:
While others at that doctrine rail,
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;
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. Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd; Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he:
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.