EPIGRAMS BY LORD BYRON. I The World. The world is a bundle of hay, And the greatest of all is John Bull. 2 Tom Paine and Cobbett.(119) In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will Cobbett has done well; 3 Windsor Poetics. On the Prince Regent (Geo. IV.) being seen as he stood between the coffins of Henry VIII. and Charles I. in the Royal Vault at Windsor. Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, 4 To Mr. Hobhouse (Lord Broughton) on his Election for Westminster. Would you get to the House through the true gate, Much quicker than even Whig Charley went, Let Parliament send you to Newgate, And Newgate will send you to Parliament. On reading Byron's Drama 'Cain, a Mystery' (1822). Poet of Darkness! 't was thy former plan On Bonaparte's Failure in Russia.(120) Of all hard-named generals that caused much destraction, And poor Boney's hopes so ill-naturedly cross'd, The changed Lover. I loved thee beautiful and kind, 'T were perjury to love thee now. Lord Nugent. Wine versus Tea. If Wine be poison, so is Tea-but in another shape— What matter whether we are kill'd by canister or grape? On Epigrams. The best of epigrams should be restrain'd:— On the Disappointment of the Whig Associates of the Prince Regent at not obtaining office.(121) Ye politicians, tell me pray, Why thus with woe and care rent? Charles Lamb. On the Mania of Ladies for Diamonds and Men for Play: written at the time of the Opening of Crockford's Club. Thoughtless that 'all that's brightest fades ;' The Sexton and his Subs, How foolishly we play our parts, Our wives on Diamonds set their hearts, We set our Hearts on Clubs. BY CAMPBELL THE POET. To a Young Lady who had asked him to write Something Original for her. An original something, dear maid, you would wish me For I'm sure I have nothing original in me EPIGRAMS BY S. T. COLERIDGE. I On a bad Singer. Swans sing before they die : 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing. 2 Job's Luck. Sly Beelzebub took all occasions But heav'n, that brings out good from evil, His children, camels, asses, cows,— 3 An Expectoration, or Splenetic Extempore, on his Departure from the City of Cologne. As I am a rhymer, And now, at least, a merry one, Mr. Mum's Rudesheimer, Are the two things alone In the body-and-soul-stinking town of Cologne. 4 Expectoration the Second. In Coln, the town of monks and bones, I counted two-and-seventy stenches, All well-defined and separate stinks ! Ye nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks," But tell me, nymphs, what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine. |