For this is an offence superiors Will scarcely tolerate from inferiors. In short, let such before they proffer Inferring somewhat like a sense This maxim on their memory rivet, If taken, they'll hate those who give it. Being somewhat odd, be inter nos. Were monarchs now, as we are told Condemned to graze, like other beasts, By way of penance, to atone For all the folly they have shewn, Good Lord! how many a royal ass Would in that case, be sent to grass! "I have an idea!"-is the sapient remark of a certain drowsy interlocutor, in one of Mr. Reynolds's defunct comedies, + Boss, is a Yankee phrase, signifying friend or companion. I doubt however, herbs and roots Would scarcely suit those kingly brutes Whose more imperial love of slaughter, Holding human blood like water! Would prompt them, in their haste, to batten Where lion, ounce, and tyger, fatten, Instead of joining in the feast Of any graminivorous beast. Having thus digressed, to suit my humour, Or rather, cut the itching tumour Of speech, and giv'n the matter vent- I'll patch my story's broken tether, I left Old Nicksa, ('tis a trick To Minos, as that learned roister * "Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft." For some curious particulars respecting "Old Nick," see "Boucher's Glossary of Archaic and Provincial Words." Opened each clients legal oyster, (That is, his case) with laws own knife, The harbinger of woe and strife! Until the luckless monarch got So puzzled by laws polyglot, That he, although in most things wiser Than his grave Chancellor, and adviser, Was fain to prop this arm, and t'other, On Sophistry, and Law its brother. "Tis strange-and here I must premise I'm going to soliloquize, Or think aloud-an awkward practise Avowing, whilst he gives his reasons, By death in Tragedy-while marriage 'Tis strange by what a slender thread By minds, whose intellectual tone Is far inferior to their own; Although they doubtless think, their will Strange too, the weaker intellect Should in the stronger one, detect Those little failings which we find, Taint more or less the greatest mind, And thence have pow'r to twist and bend Most strange, that men whose narrow souls Can scarce see through the mental night Should yet with such adroitness find The weakness of a nobler mind.* "The Second-rate Man."- "He has a quick and practised eye for the detection of faults, and, falling short of excellence himself, knows not any pleasure so exquisite and unmixed, as that of exposing the errors of great minds, Ambition being disappointed, jealousy became his master passion; from the torments of which he derives all his pain, and from its gratification all his pleasure." The Author of "Sydenham." Has Nature, when with niggard hand, The intellect of such she spanned, To compensate the witless zany, By binding in her mental tether The puny shoots of wit together; Until the aggregate of all Makes up a brain, however small, Lest from a head so bossed and hollow A mental bankruptcy should follow? Of such profundity, that we Can only with our line explore The creeks and shallows near the shore; Since none can penetrate, I wis, Th' "unbottomed infinite abyss," "Tis true that many sages, don (Forgetting that self-love will varnish The lens, and thus its clearness tarnish) *This beautiful epithet I have borrowed from a charming volume of Poetry by Alaric A, Watts. |