Report of an adjudged Cafe not to be found On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library, You On selfish principles, is fhame and guilt. The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their defign. Strange doctrine this! that without fcruple tears Brings down the warrior's trophy to the duft, B. I grant, that men continuing what they are, Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnaffian dews, His portion in the good that heav'n bestows, Feats of renown, though wrought in antient days, Unworthy Unworthy of the bleffings of the brave, The wretch to naught but his ambition true, The fame their occupation and fuccefs. A. "Tis your belief the world was made for man, Kings do but reason on the self fame plan, Maintaining your's you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or feem to think, man made for them. B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns With much fufficiency in royal brains. Such reas'ning falls like an inverted cone, Wanting its proper base to stand upon. Man made for kings! thofe optics are but dim To catch renown by ruining mankind, Is worth, with all its gold and glitt'ring ftore, Oh! bright occafions of difpenfing good, To |