"Immortal Newton never spoke
More truth than here you'll find;
Nor Pope himself e'er penn'd a joke
More cruel on mankind.
"The picture placed the busts between,
Gives satire all its strength;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen—
But Folly at full length."
ON SCOTLAND. CLEVELAND.
"Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom;
Nor forced him wander, but confined him home."
EPIGRAMS OF PETER PINDAR.
EDMUND BURKE'S ATTACK ON WARREN HASTINGS
Poor Edmund sees poor Britain's setting sun:
Poor Edmund GROANS—and Britain is UNDONE!
Reader! thou hast, I do presume (God knows though) been in a snug
room,
By coals or wood made comfortably warm,
And often fancied that a storm WITHOUT,
Hath made a diabolic rout—
Sunk ships, tore trees up—done a world of harm.
Yes, thou hast lifted up thy tearful eyes,
Fancying thou heardst of mariners the cries;
And sigh'd, "How wretched now must thousands be!
Oh! how I pity the poor souls at sea!"
When, lo! this dreadful tempest, and his roar,
A ZEPHYR—in the key-hole of the door!
Now may not Edmund's howlings be a sigh
Pressing through Edmund's lungs for loaves and fishes,
On which he long hath looked with LONGING eye
To fill poor Edmund's not o'erburden'd dishes?