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Her mass book was completely lin'd

“ By use her favourite vice The lo:hes, With painted saints of various kind :

“ And Inves new follies like new clothes : But when in every page the view'd

“ But you, beyond all thought unchatte, Fine ladies who the flesh subdu'd,

“ Have all sin center'd near your wailt! As quick her beads she counted o'er,

“ Whence is this appetite so Itrong ? She cry'd-such wonders are no more !

“Say, madam, did your mother long? She chose not to delay confesion,

“ Or is it luxury and high diet To bear at once a year's transgression;

“ That won't let virtue sleep in quiet?" But every week see all things even,

She tells him now, with meckeft voice, And balanc'd her accounts with heaven.

That she had never err'd by choice; Behold her now in humble guife,

Nor was there known a virgin chafter, Upon her knees with down-calt eyes

Till ruin’d by a sad disaster. Before the priest : the thus begins,

That she a favourite lap-dog had, " And, fobbing, blubbers forth her fins :

Which (as the Itroak'd and kiss’d) grew mad; " Who could that tempting man resist;

And on her lip a wound indenting, My virtue languish'd as he kiss’d;

First set her youthful blood fermenting. "I drove-till I could strive no longer :

The priest reply'd, with zealous fury, " How can the weak subdue tke stronger ?" “ You should have sought the means to cure ye. The father ak'd her where and when ?

“ Doctors by various ways, we find, How many ? and what sort of men ?

“ Treat thele distempers of the mind. By what degrees her blood was heated ?

“ Let gaudy ribbands be deny'd How oft the frailıy was repeated ?

“ To her who raves with scornful pride; Thus have I seen a pregnant wench

“ And, if religion crack her notions, All fuh'd with guilt before the bench :

“ Lock up her volumes of devotions; The judges (wak’a by wanton thought)

“ But, if for man her rage prevail, Dive to the bottom of her fault;

“ Bar her the light of creatures male. They leer, they simper at her shame,

“ Or elíc, to cure such venom'd bites, And make her call all things by name.

“ And let the latter'd thoughts arights; And now to sentence he proceeds,

“ They send you to the ocean's More, Prescribes how oft to tell her beads;

“ And plunge the patient o'er and o'er." Shows her what faints could do her good,

The dame reply'd, “ Alas ! in vain Doubles her fasts, to cool her blood.

“ My kindred forc'd me to the main; Easid of her fins, and light as air,

“ Naked, and in the face of day: Axay she trips, perhaps to prayer.

“ Look not, ye fishermen, this way! 'Twas no tuch thing. Why then this haste? “ What virgin had not done as I did ? The clock has struck, the hour is past;

“ My modeit hand, by nature guided, And, on the spur of inclination,

“ Debarr'd at once from human eyes She corn'd to bilk her affignation.

“ The feat where female honour lies; Whate'er She did, next week she came,

“ And though thrice dipt from top to toe, And piously confest the same.

“ I fill fecur'd the post below, The prieft, who female frailties pity'd,

“ And guarded it with grasp so fast First chid her, then her fins remitted.

“ Not one drop through my fingers past. But did she now her crime bemoan

“ Thus owe I to my bashful care, la penitential sheets alone?

" That all the rage is settled there." And was no bold, no beastly fellow

Weigh well the projeds of mankind; The nightly partner of her pillow?

Then tell me, reader, canit thou find No, none : for next time in the grove

The man from madness wholly free? A bank was conscious of her love.

They all are mad-save you and me, Confeflion-day was come about,

Do not the Itatesman, fop, and wit, And now again it all must out.

By daily follies prove they're bit ? She seems to wipe her twinkling eyes ::

And, when the briny cure they try'd, " What now, my child ?” the father cries.

Some part Nill kept above the ride? Again!" says the. With threatening looks, Some men (when drench'd beneath the wave) He thus the proftrate dame rebukes :

High o'er their heads their fingers save : Madam, 1 grant there's something in it, Those hands by mean ertortion thrive, " That virtue has th' unguarded minute;

Or in the pocket lightly dive : But pray now tell me what are whores, Or, more expert in pilfering vice, " Bor women of unguarded hours ?

They burn and itch to cog the dice. “ Then you must sure have lost all thame.

Plunge in a courtier; straight his fears " What! every day, and fill the same,

Dircet his hands to stop his ears. “ Ard no fauli elle !'tis Itrange to find

And now truth seems a grating noise, "A woman to one sin confind!

He loves the flanderer’s whispering voice; " Pride is this day her darling passion,

He hangs on flattery with delight, " The next day flander is in falhion ;

And thinks all fulsome praise is right. *** Gaming succeeds; if fortune croses,

All women dread a watery death :
Thep yirtue's murigigcd for her losies; they fut their lips, to hold their breath;

And, though you duck them ne'er so long, " Whispers go round, they grin, they fhrug, Not one falt drop e'er wets their tongue : « They bow, they snarl, they scratch, they hugi 'Tis hence they scandal have at will,

“ And, just as chance or wbim provoke them, And that this member ne'er lies fill.

" They either bite their friends, or stroke them, THE QUIDNUNKI'S :

“ There have I seen fome active prig,

“ To show his parts, bestride a twig: Occafioned by the Death of the Duke Regent of France.

“ Lord! how the chattering tribe admire, How vain are mortal man's endeavours?

« Not that he's wiser, but he's higher : (Said, at Dame Elliot's *, Master Travers) “ All long to try the venturous thing Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard;

" (For power is but to have one's swing); Oh, may all statesmen die prepar'd!

“ From lide to lide he springs, he spurns, I do foresee (and for foreseeing

" And bangs his foes and friends by turns. He equals any man in being)

“ Thus, as in giddy freaks he bounces, The army ne'er can be disbanded.

“ Crack goes the twig, and in he flounces ! I wish the king were safely landed.

“ Down the swift stream the wretch is borde; Ah, friends! great changes threat the land;

“ Never, ah pever, to return ! All France and England at a land!

“ Zounds ! what a fall had our dear brother; There's Merowcis-mark! strange work! “ Morbleu! cries one; and Damme! t'other. And there's the Czar, and there's the Turk; “ The nations give a general screech; The Pope-an Indian merchant by,

« Nonc cocks his tail, none claws his breech; Cut short the speech with this reply:

“ Each trembles for the public weal, « All at a fand? You see great changes ? “ And for a while forgets to Iteal. " Ah, Sir! you never saw the Ganges.

“ A while, alleges, intent and feady, “ There dwell the nations of Quidnunki's

“ Pursue him, whirling down the eddy, " (So Monomotapa calls monkies) :

“ But, out of mind when out of view, « On their bank, from bough to bough,

« Some other mounts the twig anew; f* They meet and chat (as we may now). " And business, on cach monkey-fhore, A coffee-bouse near St. James's.

" Runs the same track it went beforç."

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Halt thou through many cities stray'd,

With early virtues plant your breast,
Their custans, laws, and manners, weigh'd? The specious arts of vice desest.
The shepherd modestly reply'd,

Princes, like beauties from their youth = I ne'er the paths of learning try'd;

Are strangers to the voice of truth. Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts,

Learn to contemn all praise betimes, To read mankind, their laws and arts;

For flattery's the nurse of crimes : Por man is practis'd in disguise,

Friendship by sweet reproof is shown He cheats the most discerning eyes:

(A virtue never near a throne) : Who by that search shall wiser grow,

In courts such freedom muft offend; When we ourselves can never know?

There none presumes to be a friend. The little knowledge I have gain'd,

To those of your exalted station, Was all from simple nature drain'd;

Each courtier is a dedication. Hence my life's maxims took their rise,

Must I, too flacrer like the rest, Hence grew my settled hate to vice.

And turn my morals to a jest? The daily labours of the bee

The muse disdains to steal from those Awake my soul to industry:

Who thrive in courts by fulsome profe. Who can observe the careful ant,

But shall I hide your real praise, And not provide for future want?

Or tell you what a nation says ? My dog (the trustiest of his kind)

They in your infant bosom trace With gratitude inflames my mind:

The virtues of your royal race; I mark his true, his faithful way,

In the fair dawning of your mind, And in my service copy Tray.

Discern you generous, mild, and kind: In confancy and nupcial love,

They see you grieve to hear distress, I learn my duty from the dove.

And pant already to redress. The hen, who from the chilly air,

Go on, the height of good attain, With pious wing, proteas her care,

Nor let a nation hope in vain: And every fowl thac dies at large,

For hence we justly may presage lustrues me in a parent's charge.

The virtues of a riper age From nature too I took my rule,

True courage shall your bosom fire, To thun contempt and ridicule.

And future actions own your fire. I never, with important air,

Cowards are cruel; but the brave In conversation overbear.

Love mercy, and delight to save. Can grave and formal pass for wise,

A tiger, roaming for his prey, When men the solemn owl despise ?

Sprung on a traveller in the way; My congue within my lips 1 rein ;

The proftrate game a lion (pies, For who talks much mul talk in vain.

And on the greedy tyrant flies : We from the wordy torrent fy:

With mingled roar resounds the wcod, Who litens to the chattering pye?

Their teeth, their claws, distil with blood; Nor would I, with felonious Night,

Till, vanquish'd by the lion's strength, By ttealth invade my neighbour's right.

The spotted foc extends his length, Rapacious animals we hate :

The man befought the shaggy lord, Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate, And on his knees for life implor'd. Do not we just abhorrence find

His life the generous hero gave, Against the toad and serpent-kind ?

Together walking to his cave, But envy, calumny, and spite,

The lion thus bespoke his guest : Bear stronger venom in their bitc.

" What hardy bealt thall dare contest Thus every obje& of creation

My matchless strength ? You saw the fight, Can furnish hints to contemplation ;

“ And must attest my power and right. And, from the most minute and mean,

" Forc'd to forego their native home, A virtuous mind can morals glean.

“ My starving flaves at distance roam. Thy fame is juft, the fage replies ;

“ Within these woods I reign alone ; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.

« The boundless forest is my own. Pride often guides the author's pen;

“ Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood, Books as affected are as men :

“ Have dy'd the regal den with blood. But he who fudies nature's laws,

" These carcases on either hand, From certain truth his maxims draws;

“ Those bones that whiten all the land, And those, without onr schools, suffice,

“ My former deeds and triumphs tell, To make men moral, good, and wise.

“ Beneath these jaws what numbers fell."

" True," says the man,“ the ftrength I saw TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS,

“ Might well the brutal nation awe; WILLIAM DUKE OF CUMBERLAND. “ But shall a monarch, brave, like you,

“ Place glory in so false a view ? FABLE I.

“ Robbers invade their neighbour's right. The Lion, tbe Tiger, and the Traveller.

“ B: lov'd ; let justice bound your might. ACCEPT, young prince! the moral lay,

Mean are ambicious heroes' boasts And in these Tales mankind surveyi

" Of wasted lands and Naughter'd hofsa

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« Pirates their power by murders gain;

How partial are their doating eyes! " Wise kings by love and mercy reign.

No child is half so fair and wife. “ To me your clemency hath shown

Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care, “ The virtue worthy of a throne.

The mother rose, and sought her heir. " Heaven gives you power above the rest, She saw the nurse like one poffeft, “ Like heaven, to succour the distreft.”

With wringing hands and lobbing breast. “ The case is plain,” the monarch said;

“ Sure fome disaster has befel! “ False glory hath my youth misled;

“ Speak, nurse; I hope the boy is well." “ For beasts of prey, a servile train,

“Dear madam, think not me to blame; " Have been the flatterers of my reign.

Invisibly the fairy came : “ You reason well. Yet tell me, friend,

Your precious babe is hence convey'd, “ Did ever you in courts attend?

And in the place a changeling laid. “ For all my fawning rogues agree,

Where are the father's mouth and nose? " That human heroes rule like me."

The mother's eyes, as black as flocs ?

See, here, a shocking aukward creature, FABLE II.

That speaks a fool in every feature :"

“ The woman's bļind," the mother cries, The Spaniel and the Cameleon.

“ I see wit sparkle in his eyes.” A SPANIEL, bred with all the care

“ Lord ! madam, what a squinting leer! That waits upon a favourite heir,

No doubt the fairy hath been here." Ne'er felt corre&ion's rigid hand;

Just as she spoke, a pigmy sprite Indulg'd to disobey command,

Pops through the key-hule swift as light; In pamper'd ease his hours were spent ;

Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, He never knew what learning meant.

And thus her folly reprimands. Such forward airs, fo pert, so smart,

“ Whence sprung this vain conceited lie, Were sure to win his lady's heart;

That we the world with fools supply? Each little mischief gain'd him praise ;

What! give our fprightly race away How pretty were his fawning ways !

For the dull helpless sons of clay ! The wind was south, the morning fair,

Besides, by partial fondness shown He ventures forth to take the air :

Like you, we doat upon our own. He ranges all the meadow round;

Where yet was ever found a mother And rolls upon the softest ground;

Who'd give her booby (or another? When near him a canicleon seen,

And, should we change with human breed, Was scarce diftinguish'd from the green.

Well night we pass for fools indeed.” “ Dear emblem of the flattering host, What, live with clowns! a genius lott:

FABLE JV. “ To cities and the court repair ;

The Eagle and the Assembly of Animals. “ A fortune cannot fail thee there : « Preferments shall thy talents crown;

As Jupiter's all-seeing eye " Believe, me, friend, I know the town.". Survcy'd the worlds beneath the sky, “ Sir," says the sycophant,“ like you,

From this small speck of earth were sont " Of old, politer life I knew :

Murmurs and sounds of discontent; & Like you, a courtier born and bred,

For every thing alive complain'd, * Kings lean'd their car to what I faid.

That he the hardest life sustain'd. " My whilper always met success ;

Jive calls his eagle. At the word, • The ladies prais’d me for address.

Before him stands che royal bird. “ I knew to hit each courtier's passion,

The bird, obedient, from heaven's height, “ And flatter'd every vice in fashion.

Downward directs his rapid fight; “ But Jove, who hates the liar’s ways,

Then cited every living thing, " At once cut short my prosperous days,

To hear the mandates of his king. " And, fentened to retain my nature,

“ Ungrateful creatures! whence arise “ Transform'd me to this crawling creature.

These murmurs which offend the skies? " Doom'd ro a life obscure and mean,

Why this disorder ? say the cause; “ | wander in the sylvan scene :

For just are Jove's eternal laws. * For Jove the heart alone regards;

Let each his discontent reveal; “ He punishes what man rewards.

To yon' sour dog I first appeal.” " How different is thy case and mine

“ Hard is my lor, the hound replies; " With men at least you fup and dine;

On what flect nerves the greyhound flies ! " While I, condenin'd to thinnest fare,

While I, with weary Itep and flow, 4. Like those 1 flatter'd, feed on air."

O’er plains, and vales, and mountains, go.

The niorping fees my chase begun,
FABLE III.

Nor ends it till the letting fun.”

“ When (says the greyhound) I pursue, The Motber, the Nurse, and the Fairy. My g«. is lott, or caught in view; Give me a son. The blefling sent,

Beyond my ught the prey's secure;' ere ever parents biore content

Thy hound is low, but always Sure;

And, had I his fagacious scent,

Then

opes the chest with treasure ftorid, Jove ne'er had heard my discontent."

And stands in rapture o'er his hoard. The lion cray'd the fox's art ;

But now, with sudden qualms pollest, The fox the lion's force and heart :

He wrings his hands, he beats his breast;' The cock implor'd the pigeon's flight,

By conscience ftung, he wildly stares,
Whose wings were rapid, Itrong, and light: And thus his guilty soul declares :
The pigeon trength of wing despis'd,

“ Had the deep earth her stores confin'd, And the cock's matchless valour priz'd.

This heart had known sweet peace of mind. The fishes wish'd to grazc the plain ;

But virtue's fold. Good gods !, what price The beasts, to skim beneath the main.

Can recompense the pangs of vice! Thus, envious of another's state,

O bane of good ! seducing cheat! Each blam'd the partial hand of fate.

Can man, weak man, thy power defeat ? The bird of heaven then cry'd aloud :

Gold banish'd honour from the mind, "Jove bids disperse the murmuring crowd;

And only left the name behind; The god rejects your idle prayers.

Gold sow'd the world with every ill; Would ye, rebellious mutineers!

Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill : Entirely change your name and nature,

'Twas gold instructed coward-hearts Aod be the very envy'd creature ?

In treachery's more pernicious arts. What! Gilent all, and none consent ?

Who can recount the mischiefs o'er? Be happy, then, and learn content ;

Virtue resides on earth no more :". Nor imitate the restless mind,

He spoke, and sigh'd. In angry mood And proud ambition, of mankind."

Plutus, his god, before him stood.

The miser, trembling, lock'd his chest :
FABLE V.

The vision frown'd, and thus address'd:

“ Whence is this vile ungrateful rant, The Wild Boar and the Ram.

Each sordid rascal's daily cant?

Did I, bale wretch! corrupt mankind ? AGAINST an elm a sheep was ty'd,

The fault's in thy rapacious mind. The butcher's knife in blood was dy'd;

Because my blessings are abus'd, The patient flock, in filent fright,

Must I be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd ? From far beheld the horrid light.

Ev'n virtue's self by knaves is made A savage boar, who near them food,

A cloak to carry on the trade; Thus mock'd to scorn the Acecy brood.

And power (when lodg’d in their possession) "All cowards hould be serv'd like you.

Grows tyranny, and rank oppreslion. See, see your murderer is in view :

Thus, when the villain crams his chest, With purple hands, and reeking knise,

Gold is the canker of the breast; He strips the skin yet warm with life.

'Tis avarice, insolence, and pride, Your quarter'd fires, your bleeding dams,

Aud every shocking vice beside : The dying bleat of harmless lambs,

But, when to virtuous hands 'tis given, Call for revenge. O ftupid race !

It blesses, like the dews of heaven : The heart that wants revenge is base."

Like heaven, it hears the orphan's cries, “grant, an ancient ran replies,

And wipes the tears from widows eyes. We bear no terror in our eyes;

Their crimes on gold shall misers lay, Yet think us not of soul so tame,

Who pawu'd their sordid souls for pay? Which no repeated wrongs inflame;

Let bravos, then, when blood is spilt,
Insensible of every ill,

Upbraid the passive soul with guilt."
Because we want thy tusks to kill.
Know, those, who violence pursue,

FABLE VII.
Give to themselves the vengearice due;
For in these massacres they find

The Lion, the Fox, and the Geeses The two chief plagues that waste mankind,

A LION, tir'd with state-affairs, Our skin supplies the wrangling bar,

Quite fick of pomp, and worn with cares, It wakes their llumbering fons to war;

Resolv'd (remote from noise and strife) And well revenge may rest contented,

In peace to pass his latter life. Since drums and parchment were invented." It was proclaim'd; the day was set ;

Behold the general council met.

The fox was viceroy nam'd. The crowd FABLE VI.

To the new regent humbly bow'd. ?be Mifer and Plutus.

Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers bend,

And strive who most shall condescend. The wind was high, the window shakes,

He straight assumes a folemn grace, Wiis sudden start the mifcr wakes;

Collects his wisdom in his face. Alorg the filent room he talks,

The crowd admire his wit, his sense; leurs back, and trembles as he walks,

Each word hath weight and consequeace, Each luck and every bol he tries,

The Alatrerer all his art displays : E butty creek ari cerast prics,

He who hath power is sure of praise,

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