But if, perchance, her scale should turn, On a Dog-collar. Latrans excepi fures; et mutus amantes : Thus translated: At thieves I bark; at lovers wag my tail! Written during Lord Melbourne's Administration (1834). In olden times one fool was kept at court, Brag and Grab. ; The initials of Brougham, Russell, Althorp, and Grey, can. Whiggish Presumption, or the Days of the Bedchamber Plot (1839). 'The Queen is with us,' Whigs exulting say, 'For when she found us in she let us stay.' It may be so; but give me leave to doubt, How long she'll keep you when she finds you out. Of Two Welshmen. Two squires of Wales arrived at a town, To seek their lodging when the sun was down; On the Death of Dr. Morrison(142); from Bentley's Miscellany. 'What's the news?''Why, they say death has killed Dr. Morrison.' 'The pill-maker?' 'Yes.' 'Then death will be sorry soon.' Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast: On the long Speeches of the French Deputies about the Liberty of the Press. The French enjoy freedom, they say ; And where is the man who can doubt it? For they have, it is clear, every day The freedom of talking about it. Hitting the right Nail on the Head. The Whigs resemble nails. How so, my master? On entering by mistake a Lady's Room while she was at her Toilet. Thus unadorned-was no new charm revealed? Oh fool! can Beauty ever be concealed, Or Innocence surprised? Parody on 46th Ode of Anacreon. ΧΑΛΕΠΟΝ τὸ μὴ φιλῆσαι, etc. Hard, ye critics, 't is to print, Hard one's hopes of praise to stint ; B. N. Turner. New-made Honour. (Imitated from Martial.) A friend I met, some half hour since— When up came Jem- Sir John, your slave!' The king can do no wrong? As I'm a sinner, When ask'd by Allen t' other day, What fish I fain would face, Which Men are preferable? T. W. Croker. Whether tall men, or short men, are best, I can't say, but I this can protest, All the fair are in favour of Hy-men. A Wonder to be wondered at. Sylvia makes sad complaints, 'She's lost her lover.' On the Marriage of a Lady named Little, who was remarkably short of Stature. Thrice happy Tom-I think him so; For mark the poet's song, 'Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.' From The Green Book (Dublin, J. Duffy, 1845). I When I meet Tom, the purse-proud and impudent blockhead, In his person the poets' three ages I trace: For the gold and the silver unite in his pocket, And the brazen is easily seen in his face. 2 On Two Pretty Girls. 'How happy could I be with either,' was said But were two such charmers as you in their stead, Oh no, until death with such angels he'd grapple ; That, as Adam lost Heaven by eating an apple, |