IV.

Then holding the spectacles up to the court

Your lordship observes they are made with a

straddle,

As wide as the ridge of the nose is; in short,

Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle.

V.

Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
("Tis a case that has happened, and may be again)
That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles

then?

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 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.

VIII.

So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but

That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By day-light or candle-light-Eyes should be shut!

ON THE BURNING OF

LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY,

TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS.

BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780.

I.

So then the Vandals of our isle,

Sworn foes to sense and law,

Have burnt to dust a nobler pile

Than ever Roman saw!

BURNING LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. 335

II.

And MURRAY sighs over Pope and Swift,

And many a treasure more,

The well-judged purchase and the gift,

That graced his lettered store.

III.

Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn,

The loss was his alone;

But ages yet to come shall mourn

The burning of his own.

ON THE SAME.

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 same.

II.

Over MURRAY's loss the muses wept,

They felt the rude alarm,

Yet blessed the guardian care, that kept

His sacred head from harm.

III.

There memory, like the bee, that's fed

From Flora's balmy store,

The quintessence of all he read

Had treasured up before.

IV.

The lawless herd, with fury blind,

Have done him cruel wrong;

The flowers are gone-but still we find

The honey on his tongue.

THE

LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED;

OR,

HYPOCRISY DETECTED'.

THUS says the prophet of the Turk,
Good mussulman, abstain from pork;
There is a part in every swine

No friend or follower of mine

May taste, whatever his inclination,
On pain of excommunication.

Such Mahomet's mysterious charge,
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the sinful part express'd,
They might with safety eat the rest;
But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarred;

b It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. VOL. I.