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.