With garlands of beauty the Queen of the May No more will her crook or her temples adorn; For who'd wear a garland when she is away, When she is removed and shall never return? On the grave of Augusta these garlands be placed, We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom, And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast, And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb. CHORUS. _On the grave of Augusta this garland be placed, We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom, And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast, The tears of her country shall water her tomb._ THE LOGICIANS REFUTED. IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT. Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind: Reason, they say, belongs to man; But let them prove it if they can. Wise Aristotle and Smiglesius, By ratiocinations specious, Have strove to prove with great precision, With definition and division, _Homo est ratione præditum_; But for my soul I cannot credit 'em; And must in spite of them maintain That man and all his ways are vain; And that this boasted lord of nature Is both a weak and erring creature; That instinct is a surer guide Than reason, boasting mortals' pride; And that brute beasts are far before 'em— _Deus est anima brutorum_. Who ever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour prosecute? Bring action for assault and battery? Or friends beguile with lies and flattery? O'er plains they ramble unconfined; No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court: They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend a foe; They never importune his Grace, Nor ever cringe to men in place; Nor undertake a dirty job; Nor draw the quill to write for Bob;[27] Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster Row: No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters, No pickpockets or poetasters, Footnote 27: Sir Robert Walpole. [Illustration: "_Brutes never meet in bloody fray, Nor cut each other's throats for pay._"—_p._ 245. ]