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THRACIAN parents, at his birth,
Mourn their babe with many a tear,
Place him breathless on his bier.
Greece and Rome with equal scorn,
“O the savages !” exclaim,
Well entitled to the name !"
But the cause of this concern
And this pleasure would they trace,
From the savages of Thrace.
THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE.
ANDROCLES from his injured lord in dread
But scarce had given to rest his weary frame,
goes, and doom'd to perish, on the sands
Mute with astonishment the assembly gaze:
MORE ANCIENT THAN THE ART OF PRINTING, AND NOT TO BE
FOUND IN ANY CATALOGUE.
There is a book, which we may call
(Its excellence is such) Alone a library, though small;
The ladies thumb it much.
Words none, things numerous it contains ;
And, things with words compared,
Which merits most regard ?
Ofttimes its leaves of scarlet hue
A golden edging boast;
Twelve pages at the most.
Nor name, nor title, stamp'd behind,
Adorns its outer part;
A magazine of art.
The whitest hands that secret hoard
Oft visit; and the fair
As with a miser's care.
Thence implements of every size,
And form’d for various use,
They readily produce.
The largest and the longest kind
Possess the foremost page,
Or nearly such from age.
Presents in bright array
Not quite so blind as they.
The third, the fourth, the fifth supply
What their occasions ask,
Perform a nicer task,
But still with regular decrease
From size to size they fall, In every leaf grow
less and less; The last are least of all.
0! what a fund of genius, pent
In narrow space, is here !
How luminous and clear !
It leaves no reader at a loss
Or posed, whoever reads :
Nor even index needs.
Search Bodley's many thousands o'er!
No book is treasured there,
That may with this compare.
No!-rival none in either host
Of this was ever seen,
So brilliant and so keen.
A NEEDLE small, as small can be,
Nor is my purchase dear;
of my kind are bought
The labour is not light;
To fashion us aright.
The shears another plies,
Gives all an equal size.
His follower makes it fast:
The seventh and the last.