His geese were swans, but, zounds, thy swans are geese."
Rubbing his firm, invulnerable brow,
The bard replied, "The critics must allow,
"'Twas ne'er in Caesar's destiny to run."
Wils bow'd, and bless'd the gay, pacific pun.
Mist's Journal, 1724.
FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.
Friendship is like the cobbler's tye,
That binds two soles in unity;