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Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other side the Atlantic,
But most so when most fràntic.
When lawless mobs insult the court,
That man shall be my toast,
Who bravely breaks the most.
But 0! for him my fancy culls
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Your house about your ears.
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 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad!
Then farewell British freedom.
On observing some names of little nate recorded in
the Biographia Brittannica.
Ou, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
OZ AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF
I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unbappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning;
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly fi; That the Nose has had spectacles always in her Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
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 elose to it, just like a saddle.