YES! wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a brother fowl, Sagacious R.C. Dallas. [First published, _Life, Writings, Opinions, etc._, 1825, ii. 192.] FOOTNOTES: [19] ["A person observing that Mr. Dallas looked very wise on a certain occasion, his Lordship is said to have broke out into the following impromptu."--_Life, Writings, Times, and Opinions of Lord Byron_, 1825, ii. 191.] AN ODE[20] TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL.[21] 1. OH well done Lord E---- n! and better done R----r![22] Britannia must prosper with councils like yours; Hawkesbury, Harrowby, help you to guide her, Whose remedy only must _kill_ ere it cures: Those villains; the Weavers, are all grown refractory, Asking some succour for Charity's sake-- So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory, That will at once put an end to _mistake_.[23] 2. The rascals, perhaps, may betake them to robbing, The dogs to be sure have got nothing to eat-- So if we can hang them for breaking a bobbin, 'T will save all the Government's money and meat: Men are more easily made than machinery-- Stockings fetch better prices than lives-- Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery, Shewing how Commerce, how Liberty thrives! 3. Justice is now in pursuit of the wretches, Grenadiers, Volunteers, Bow-street Police, Twenty-two Regiments, a score of Jack Ketches, Three of the Quorum and two of the Peace; Some Lords, to be sure, would have summoned the Judges, To take their opinion, but that they ne'er shall, For LIVERPOOL such a concession begrudges, So now they're condemned by _no Judges_ at all. 4. Some folks for certain have thought it was shocking, When Famine appeals and when Poverty groans, That Life should be valued at less than a stocking, And breaking of frames lead to breaking of bones. If it should prove so, I trust, by this token, (And who will refuse to partake in the hope?) That the frames of the fools may be first to be _broken_, Who, when asked for a _remedy_, sent down a _rope_. [First published, _Morning Chronicle, Monday, March_ 2, 1812.] [See a _Political Ode by Lord Byron, hitherto unknown as his production_, London, John Pearson, 46, Pall Mall, 1880, 8º. See, too, Mr. Pearson's prefatory Note, pp. 5, etc.] FOOTNOTES: [20] ["LORD BYRON TO EDITOR OF THE _MORNING CHRONICLE_. Sir,--I take the liberty of sending an alteration of the two last lines of stanza 2^d^, which I wish to run as follows:--