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In vain recorded in historic page,
So when a child, as playful children use,
the parson, oh! illuftrious fpark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.
R E PORT: Of an adjudged Case not to be found in any of the Books,
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So the tongue was the lawyer and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning, While chief baron Ear fat to balance the laws,
So fam’d for his talent in nicely discerning.
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 poffeffion time out of mind.
Then holding the spectacles up to the court-
Your lordship obferves they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nofe is,'in short,
Design’d to fit close to it, just like a saddle.
Again, would your lordship a moment, fuppose
('Tis a case that has happen'd and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who wou'd or who cou'd 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 folemn tone,
DeciGive and clear without one if or buta That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on
By day-light or candle-light-Eyes should be shut.
ON THE BURNING OF
On the Burning of LORD MANSFIELD's Library, toge
ther with his MSS. by the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780.
And MURRAY fighs o'er Pope and Swift,
And many a treasure more,
That grac'd his letter'd store.
Their pages mangled, burnt and torn,
The loss was his alone,
The burning of his own.
On Ο Ν Τ Η Ε S Α Μ Ε.
In all devouring flame,
And bid us fear the same.
They felt the rude alarm,
His facred head from harm.
From Flora's balmy store,
Had treasur’d up before.
The lawless herd with fury blind
Have done him cruel wrong,
The honey on his tongue.