HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of to day, Woven with pains into his plan, To morrow rends away. II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; And it revives again. III. Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, IV. '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. V. Bound on a voyage of awful length VI. But oars alone can ne'er prevail, The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail, THE MODERN PATRIOT. I. REBELLION is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may ?) A little nearer home. II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, III. When lawless mobs insult the court, If breaking windows be the sport, IV. But O! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. V. 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. VI. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! 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, |