BURNING LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. 255 ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780. I. So then the Vandals of our isle, II. And MURRAY fighs over Pope and Swift, The well-judged purchase and the gift, That graced his lettered store. III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The lofs was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. / 256 BURNING LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. ON THE SAME. I. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom In all devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the fame. II. Over MURRAY's lofs the mufes wept, They felt the rude alarm, Yet bleffed the guardian care, that kept His facred head from harm. III. There memory, like the bee, that's fed From Flora's balmy store, The quinteffence of all he read Had treafured up before. IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone-but ftill we find The honey on his tongue. THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED; OR, HYPOCRISY DETECTED THUS fays the prophet of the Turk, What joint the prophet had in mind, *It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with fome unnecesary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Jour. nal, without the author's privity. Much controversy straight arose, These choose the back, the belly those ; He meant not to forbid the head; Thus, confcience freed from every clog, You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied While one as innocent regards A fnug and friendly game at cards; And one, whatever you may say, Can fee no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race; And others shooting, and the chase. With fophiftry their fauce they sweeten, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (now LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red Her favourite, even in his cage, Where Rhenus ftrays his vines among, Or only with a whistle bleft, Well-taught he all the founds expreffed |