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 fide as a lawyer knows how, VIII. So his lordship decreed, with a grave folemn tone, Decifive and clear without one if or but That whenever the Nofe put his fpectacles on By day-light or candle-light-Eyes fhould be shut. On On the Burning of LORD MANSFIELD's Library, toge ther with his MSS. by the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780. I. So then the Vandals of our inle, Sworn foes to fenfe and law, Have burnt to duft a nobler pile Than ever Roman faw! II. And MURRAY fighs o'er Pope and Swift, And many a treasure more, The well-judg'd purchase and the gift That grac'd his letter'd store. III. Their pages mangled, burnt and torn, The lofs was his alone, But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. On LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. 319. ON THE SA M E. 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 fame. II. O'er MURRAY's lofs the mufes wept, They felt the rude alarm, Yet blefs'd the guardian care that kept His facred head from harm. III. There mem'ry like the bee that's fed From Flora's balmy ftore, The quinteffence of all he read Had treafur'd up before. IV. The lawless herd with fury blind Have done him cruel wrong, The flow'rs are gone-but ftill we find The honey on his tongue. 320 THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED ; OR HYPOCRISY DETECTED.* THUS fays the prophet of the Turk, Good muffulman abstain from pork; There is a part in ev'ry fwine, No friend or follower of mine May tafte, whate'er his inclination, 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 its way, though with some unneceffary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. Much Much controversy strait arofe, These chuse the back, the belly those ; ; By fome 'tis confidently faid He meant not to forbid the head, While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus, confcience freed from ev'ry clog, You laugh-'tis well-the tale apply'd While one as innocent regards A fnug and friendly game at cards; Can fee no evil in a play; Some love a concert or a race, And others, fhooting and the chace. Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus bit by bit the world is fwallow'd; |