I hardly think the Lion knows the length More modest than John Woods, he growls around, To Congress now it seems John Woods must go, I can say aye and no as well as he. At school, I recollect, full many a day My skull was thick and tough, my horns were hard, No calf in school with Brackenridge could vie. Though stiff my joints, my former vigour gone, But my soul sickens and my cheeks grow pale, All things consider'd, since I can't prevent For if young men such confidence obtain, 66 With such deep woes regenerate France" has curs'd. Where politicians not yet fledg'd are seen, With scarce a bit of down to shade their chin; Nor long the period, ere by Faction nurs'd, |