ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Oн, fond attempt to give a deathless lot So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, 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- As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, 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 shews, 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 III. There Memory, like the bee, that's fed IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, THE LOVE OF THE WORLD OR HYPOCRISY DETECTED.* THUS says the prophet of the Turk, * 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. Had he the sinful part express'd, He meant not to forbid the head; Thus, conscience freed from every 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; And others shooting and the chase. Reviled and loved, renounced and follow'd, With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, |