HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irresolute is man; Woven with pains into his plan, To morrow rends away. II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; But Passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. III. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent, But Pleasure wins his heart. IV. "Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. V. Bound on a voyage of awful length VI. But oars alone can ne'er prevail, The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. THE MODERN PATRIOT. I. REBELLION is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may?) A little nearer home. II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, III. When lawless mobs insult the court, If breaking windows be the sport, IV. But O! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. V. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, A rope! I wish we patriots had Then farewell British freedom. On observing some names of little note recorded in the Biographia Britannica. OH, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot! So when a child, as playful children use, |