Why, don’t you see, my friend, the fellow’s talking!—Lessing.
ON FELL.
While Fell was reposing himself on the hay,
A reptile, concealed, bit his leg as he lay;
But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light,
And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite.—Lessing.
ON AN ILL-READ LAWYER.
An idle attorney besought a brother
For “something to read,—some novel or other,
That was really fresh and new.”