264
303 _In many marble-covered volumes view_
304 _Hayley, in vain attempting something new_:
305 _Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme_,
306 _Or scrawl, as Wood and Barclay walk, 'gainst time_.
303 _In many marble-covered volumes view_
304 _Hayley, in vain attempting something new_:
305 _Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme_,
306 _Or scrawl, as Wood and Barclay walk, 'gainst time_.
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Line.
28 _And men through life her willing slaves obey_.
Obeyed by all who nought beside obey. 28
30 _Unfolds her motley store to suit the time_.
Bedecks her cap with bells of every clime. 30
32 _When Justice halts, and Right begins to fail_.
And weigh their Justice in a golden scale. 32
71 _Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit_.
Fear not to lie,'twill seem a _sharper_ hit. 71
173 _Low may they sink to merited contempt_,
174 _And scorn remunerate the mean attempt_.
Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain! 179
And sadly gaze on Gold they cannot gain. 180
257 _How well the subject suits his noble mind_!
258 _"A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind_. "
So well the subject suits his noble mind, 263
He brays, the Laureate of the long-eared kind.
264
303 _In many marble-covered volumes view_
304 _Hayley, in vain attempting something new_:
305 _Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme_,
306 _Or scrawl, as Wood and Barclay walk, 'gainst time_.
Behold--Ye Tarts! --one moment spare the text! 309
HAYLEY'S last work, and worst--until his next; 310
Whether he spin poor couplets into plays, 311
Or damn the dead with purgatorial praise. 312
323 _And shows, dissolved in thine own melting tears_.
And shows, still whimpering thro' threescore of years. 329
327 _Whether in sighing winds thou seek'st relief_
328 _Or consolation in a yellow leaf_.
Whether thou sing'st with equal ease and grief, 333
The fall of empires or a yellow leaf. 334
385 _Fresh fish from Helicon! Who'll buy! Who'll buy_?
Fresh fish from Hippocrene! who'll buy? who'll buy? 391
387 _Too much in turtle Bristol's sons delight_,
388 _Too much o'er bowls of Rack prolong the night_.
Your turtle-feeder's verse must needs be flat, 393
Though Bristol bloat him with the verdant fat.
28 _And men through life her willing slaves obey_.
Obeyed by all who nought beside obey. 28
30 _Unfolds her motley store to suit the time_.
Bedecks her cap with bells of every clime. 30
32 _When Justice halts, and Right begins to fail_.
And weigh their Justice in a golden scale. 32
71 _Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit_.
Fear not to lie,'twill seem a _sharper_ hit. 71
173 _Low may they sink to merited contempt_,
174 _And scorn remunerate the mean attempt_.
Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain! 179
And sadly gaze on Gold they cannot gain. 180
257 _How well the subject suits his noble mind_!
258 _"A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind_. "
So well the subject suits his noble mind, 263
He brays, the Laureate of the long-eared kind.
264
303 _In many marble-covered volumes view_
304 _Hayley, in vain attempting something new_:
305 _Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme_,
306 _Or scrawl, as Wood and Barclay walk, 'gainst time_.
Behold--Ye Tarts! --one moment spare the text! 309
HAYLEY'S last work, and worst--until his next; 310
Whether he spin poor couplets into plays, 311
Or damn the dead with purgatorial praise. 312
323 _And shows, dissolved in thine own melting tears_.
And shows, still whimpering thro' threescore of years. 329
327 _Whether in sighing winds thou seek'st relief_
328 _Or consolation in a yellow leaf_.
Whether thou sing'st with equal ease and grief, 333
The fall of empires or a yellow leaf. 334
385 _Fresh fish from Helicon! Who'll buy! Who'll buy_?
Fresh fish from Hippocrene! who'll buy? who'll buy? 391
387 _Too much in turtle Bristol's sons delight_,
388 _Too much o'er bowls of Rack prolong the night_.
Your turtle-feeder's verse must needs be flat, 393
Though Bristol bloat him with the verdant fat.
