'Tis so cold in the winter, you can't bear to lie in't,
And so hot in the summer, you're ready to fry in't;
'Tis so brittle 'twould scarce bear the weight of a tun,
Yet so staunch, that, it keeps out a great deal of sun;
'Tis so crazy, the weather with ease beats quite through it,
And you're forced every year, in some part to renew it;
'Tis so ugly, so useful, so big, and so little,
'Tis so staunch, and so crazy, so strong, and so brittle,
'Tis at one time so hot, and another so cold,
It is part of the new, and part of the old;
It is just half a blessing, and just half a curse —
I wish then, dear George, it were better or worse.
ON THE GREAT BURIED BOTTLE[1].
BY DR. DELANY.
AMPHORA, quæ mæstum linquis, lætumque revises
Arentem dominum, sit tibi terra levis.
Tu quoque depositum serves, neve opprime, marmor;
Amphora non meruit tam pretiosa mori.
- ↑ See Vol. VII., page 235.
