Dick Brothers said, "The time will come
When war no more shall prowl the sea,
Nor men for pride or plunder roam,
And my millenium brings them home,
Howe'er dispers'd through each de-
gree."

If Richard proves a prophet true,
Why may not we be quiet, too,

And turn our bulldogs into lambs,
Saw off the horns of battering rams 30
As well as Europe's sons?
Ye Quakers! see with pure delight,
The times approach when men of might,
And squadrons roving round the ball,
Shall fight each other not at all,
Or fight with wooden guns.

1797

THE POLITICAL WEATHER-COCK

'Tis strange that things upon the ground
Are commonly most steady found
While those in station proud
Are turned and twirled, or twist about,
Now here and there, now in or out,
Mere playthings to a cloud.

Long before your spirit fled,
Who can tell but nature said,
Live again, my Caty-did!

Live, and chatter Caty-did.

Tell me, what did Caty do?
Did she mean to trouble you?-
Why was Caty not forbid
To trouble little Caty-did?-
Wrong, indeed, at you to fling,
Hurting no one while you sing
Caty-did! Caty-did! Caty-did!

Why continue to complain?
Caty tells me, she again

Will not give you plague or pain:-
Caty says you may be hid
Caty will not go to bed
While you sing us Caty-did.
Caty-did! Caty-did! Caty-did!

But, while singing, you forgot
To tell us what did Caty not:
Caty-did not think of cold,
Flocks retiring to the fold,
Winter, with his wrinkles old,
Winter, that yourself foretold
When you gave us Caty-did.

Stay securely in your nest; Caty now will do her best, All she can, to make you blest; But, you want no human aidNature, when she form'd you, said, "Independent you are made, My dear little Caty-did: Soon yourself must disappear With the verdure of the year,"And to go, we know not where, With your song of Caty-did.

In "Poems," 1815.