THE BROKEN MODEL:
TO ONE WHO WELL DESERVED THE STRICTURES WHICH THESE LINES CONTAIN.
When Nature saw she'd made a perfect man
She broke the mould and threw away the pieces,
Which being found by Satan, he began
And stuck the bits together—hence the creases,
The twists, the crooked botches, that we find—
Sad counterfeits of Nature's perfect moulding;
Hearts wrongly placed—a topsy-turvy mind—
Things that deserve the scorn of all beholding.
It needs no oracle in Delphic shade
To name the model from which thou wert made.
IMPROMPTU:
ON AN INVETERATE SPOUTER.
If wealth of words men wealth of wisdom call'd,
And measured Genius by the way she bawled,
Then —— would be the head of all the crew,
The King of Genius and of Wisdom too.
A CHARACTER.
In childhood spoilt: a misery at school;
In wooing, what you might expect—a fool.
In small things honest, and in great a knave;
At home a tyrant, and abroad a slave.