When thou art called into public pow'r, Law, government, and commerce, are o'erthrown. Thou may'st not these condemn and those absolve. A fine and slender net the spider weaves, escape And if she catch a common bee or fly, Since God and Nature them our brothers made: If light, forgive; for no man's always wise. A AN OCCASIONAL IMITATION OF A MODERN AUTHOR UPON THE GAME OF CHESS. TABLET stood of that abstersive tree Where Ethiop's swarthy bird did build her nest, Inlaid it was with Libyan ivory, Drawn from the jaws of Afric's prudent beast. Two kings like Saul, much taller than the rest,- Their equal armies draw into the field; From thence to busy Europeans sent, And styl'd by modern Lombards ‘Pensive Chess,' Her Amazons his Trojans taught this sport, Nor rudely skips o'er bishops' heads like knights, THE END. On the Earl of Strafford's Trial and Death On Lord Croft's Journey into Poland On Mr. Thomas Killigrew's Return from Venice, &c. 18 |