II.

The bow well bent and fmart the fpring,

Vice feems already flain,

But paffion rudely fnaps the ftring,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part,

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view,

And while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,

A ftranger to fuperior ftrength,

Man vainly trufts his own.

VI. But

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the diftant coast,

The breath of heav'n must fwell the fail,

Or all the toil is loft.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

I.

REBELLION is my theme all day,

I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may)

A little nearer home.

II.

Yon roaring boys who rave and fight

On t'other fide the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most fo when most frantic.

III.

When lawless mobs infult the court,

That man shall be my toast,

If breaking windows be the fport,

Who bravely breaks the most,

IV.

But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choiceft flow'rs fhe bears,

Who conftitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

V.

Such civil broils are my delight,

Tho' fome folks can't endure 'em, Who fay the mob are mad outright,

And that a rope mult cure 'em.

VI.

A rope! I wish we patriots had

Such ftrings for all who need 'em-—

What! hang a man for going mad?
Then farewell British freedom.

On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded in the

BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.

OH fond attempt to give a deathless lot,

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

In vain recorded in hiftoric page,

They court the notice of a future age,

Thofe twinkling tiny luftres of the land,

Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand,
Lethæan gulphs receive them as they fall,
And dark oblivion foon abforbs them all.

So when a child, as playful children ufe,
Has burnt to tinder a ftale laft year's news,
The flame extinct, he views the roving fire,
There goes my lady, and there goes the fquire,
There goes the parfon, oh! illuftrious fpark,
And there, fcarce lefs illuftrious, goes the clerk.

REPORT

Of an adjudged Cafe not to be found in any of the Books.

I.

Between Nose and Eyes a ftrange contest arose,
The fpectacles fet them unhappily wrong;

The point in difpute was, as all the world knows,

To which the faid fpectacles ought to belong.

So

II.

So the tongue was the lawyer and argued the caufe

With a great deal of fkill, and a wig full of learning, While chief baron Ear fat to balance the laws,

So fam'd for his talent in nicely difcerning.

III.

In behalf of the Nofe, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he faid, will undoubtedly find
That the Nofe has had fpectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to poffeffion time out of mind.

IV.

Then holding the fpectacles up to the court-

Your lordship obferves they are made with a ftraddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nofe is, in short,

Defign'd to fit clofe to it, juft like a faddle.

V.

Again, would your lordship a moment, fuppofe
('Tis a cafe that has happen'd and may be again)
That the vifage or countenance had not a Nofe,

Pray who wou'd or who cou'd wear spectacles then?