On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, or Farcical Opera

GOOD plays are scarce,

So Moore writes _farce_:

The poet's fame grows brittle--

We knew before

That _Little_'s Moore,

But now't is Moore that's _little_.

R.C. DALLAS.

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.