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But O! for him my fancy culls
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Who constitutionally pulls
Your house about your ears.
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.
A rope! I wish we patriots had
Such strings for all who need 'em What! hang a man for going mad?
Then farewell British freedom.
ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Он, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
To names ignoble, born to be forgot!
Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land
Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;
So when a child, as playful children use,
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!
REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argu'd the cause
In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, 9 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.
Then holding the spectacles up to the court
Your lordship observes they are made with a
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 then?
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 but 30 That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shutl
BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY,
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!