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As forth foe went at early dawn,

author's own hand writing. We hope they To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn,

will please equally with his former Fables, Behind the hears the hunter's cries,

though mostly on subje&s of a graver and more And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies.

political turn. They will certainly show him to She starts, the stops, Me pants for breach ;

have been (what he esteemed the best character) She hears the near advance of death;

a man of a truly honest heast, and a sincere lover She doubles to mislead the hound,

of his country. And measures back her mazy round; Till, fainting in the public way,

FABLE 1.
Half dead with fear she gasping lay.

Tbe Dog and the Fox. To a Laryer.
What transport in her bofom grew,
When first the horse appear'd in view!

U know you lawyers can, with ease, “Let me, says the, your back afcend,

Twist words and meanings as you please; And owe my safety to a friend.

That language, by your skill made pliant, You know my feet betray my flight;

Will bend to favour every client; To friendship every burden's light.'

That 'tis the fee directs the sense, The horse reply'd, " Poor honest puss, To make out either side's pretence, It grieves my heart to see thee thus :

When you peruse the clearest cake, Be comforted, relief is near,

You see it with a double face: Far all your friends are in the rear.”

for scepticism's your profesion; She next the fately bull implor'd;

You hold there's doubt in all expresion. And thus reply'd the mighty lord:

Hence is the bar with fees fupply'd; * Since every beast alive can tell

Hence cloquence t kes either lide. That I fincerely wish you well,

Your hand would have but paltry gleaning, I may, without offence, pretend

Could every man express his meaning. To take the freedom of a friend.

Who dares presume to penn.ed, Love calls me hence; a favourite cow

Unless you previously are ice's? Expects me near yon barley-mow;

'Tis drawr; and, to avgnicat ile coft, And, when a lady's in the case,

In dull prolixity engroft. You know, all other things give place.

And now we're well secur'd or low, To leave you thus mighe leem unkind;

Till the next brother find a flaw. But see, the goat is just behind."

Read o'tr a will. Was't ever town The goat remark'd“ her pulse was high, But you could make the will your own? Her languid head, her heavy eye:

For, when you read, 'tis with incert My back, says he, may do you harm;

To find out meanings never meant. The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."

Since things are thus, fe defendendo, The theep was feeble, and complain'd

I bar fallacious inuendo “ His fides a load of wool sustain'd;

Sagacious Porta's skill could trace Said, he was flow, confess'd his fears;

Some beast or bird in every face. Fur hounds eat sheep as well as hares."

The head, the eye, the nole's shape, She now the trotting calf address’d,

Prov'd this an owl, and that an ape. To save from death a friend diftress'd.

When, in the sketches thus delign'd, “ Shall I, says he, of tender age,

Resemblance brings some friend to minda In this important care engage?

You show the piece, and give the hint, Older and abler pass'd you by;

And find cach feature in the print; How strong are those : how weak ami!

So monstrous-like the portrait's found, Should I presume to bear you hence,

All know it, and the laugh goes round, Those friends of mine nay take offence.

Like him I draw from general nature; Ixcuse me, then ; you know my heart;

Is't I or you then fix the satire ? But dearest friends, alas! must part.

So, Sir, 1 beg you, spare your pains How shall we all lament! Adieu;

In making comments on my ftrains.
For fce the hounds are just in view."

All private flander I deteft,
I judge not of my neighbour's breast :
Party and prejudice I hate,

And write no libels on the state.
PART II.

Shall not my fable cenfure vice,

Because a knave is over-nice?
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And, left the guilty bear and dread,
These Fables were finished by Mr. Gay, and in- Shall not the decalogue be read?

tended for the press a fhort time before his if I lash vice in general fiction,
death ; when they were left, with his other Is 't I apply, or felf-conviction ?
papers, to the care of his noble friend and pa Brutes are my theme. Am I to blame,
tron the Duke of Queensberry. His Grace has If men and moralo are the same?
accordingly permitted them to the press; and I no man call or ape or afs;
they are here printed from the originals in the l'Tis his own conscience holds the glass.

Thus void of all offence I write :

So, though malicious tongues apply. Who claims the fable, kdows his right.

Pray what care they, or what care I? A shepherd's dog unskill'd in sports,

If I am free with courts, be't knows, Pick'd up acquaintance of all sorts;

I ne'er presume to mean our own. Among the rest a fox he knew;

If general morals seem to joke By frequent chat their friendship grew.

On ministers, and such-like folk, Says Reynard. - 'Tis a cruel case,

A captious fool may take offence; That man should ftigmatize our race.

What then? He knows his own pretence, No doube, among us rogues you find,

I meddle with no state-affairs, As among degs and human kind;

But spare my jest to save my ears. And yet (unki.own to me and you)

Our present schemes are too profound, There may be honest men and true.

For Machiavel himself to sound : Thus flander tries whate'er it can

To censure them l'ave no pretension ; To put us on the foot with man.

I own they're past my comprehension. Let my own actions recommend;

You say your brother wants a place, No prejudice can blind a friend :

('Tis many a younger brother's case) You know me free from all disguise ;

And that he very soon intends My honour as my life I prize."

l'o ply the court, and teaze his friends. By talk like this from all mistrust

If there his merits chance to find The dog was cur'd, and thought him just.

A patriot of an open mind, As on a time the fox held forth

Whose constant actions prove him just On conscience, honesty, and worth,

To both a king's and people's trust, Sudden he stopp'd; he cock'd his ear;

May he, with gratitude, attend, Low dropt his brushy tail with fear.

And owe his rise to such a friend! " Bless us the hunters are abroad :

You praise his parts, for business fit, What's all that clarter on the road."

His learning, probity, and wit; “ Hold, lays the dog, we're safe from harm, But those alone will never do, 'Twas nothing but a false alarm.

Unless his patron have them too. At yonder town 'tis market day;

l'ave heard of times (pray God defend us! Some farmer's wife is on the way;

We're not so good but he can mend us) l'is fo (1 klow her pyebald mare),

When wicked minifters have trod Dame Dobbing with her poultry-ware."

On kings and people, law and God; Reynard grew huff. Says he, “ This sneer With arrogance they girt the throne, From you I liitle thought to hear :

And knew no interest but their own. Your meaning in your looks I fee.

Then virque, from preferment barr'd Pray, what's Dame Dubbins, friend, to me? Get nothing but its own reward. Did I e'er make her poultry thinner!

A gang of petty knayes attend 'em, Prove that I owe the dame a dinner."

With proper parts to recommend 'em. “ Friend, qurith the cur, I meant no harm; Then, if his patron burn with luft, Then why fo captiaus? why so warm?

The first in favour's pimp the first. My words in common acceptation, '

His doors are never clos'd to spies, Could pever give this provocation.

Who cheer his heart with double lies; No lamb (for aught I ever knew)

They flatter him, his focs defame, May be more innocent than you."

So lull the pangs of guilt and shame. At this, gall'd Reynard winc'd, and swore Il schemes of lucre haunt his brain, Such language ne'er was given before.

Projectors (well his grcedy train ; “ What's lamb to me? this faucy hint Vile brokers ply his private ear Shows me, base knave, which way you squint. With jobs of plunder for the year ; If th' other night your matter loft

All consciences must bend and ply? Three lambs am I to pay the cost ?

You mult vote on, and know not why: Your vile reflections would imply

Through thick and thin you must go on ; That I'm the thief. You dog, you lie."

One scruple, and your place is gone. “ Thou kpave thou fool! (the dog reply'd) Since plagues like these have curs'd a land, The name is just, take either side;

And favourites cannot always stand, Thy guilt thele applications speak :

Good courtiers should for change be ready, Sirrah, 'tis conscience makes you squeak." And not have principles tuo steady; So saying, on the fox he flies :

For, should a knave engross the power, The sell-convicted felon dies.

(God thield the realm from that fad hour!)

He must have rogues or llavish fools;
FABLE II.

For what's a knave without his tools?
The Vulture, the Sy-arrow, and otber Birds.

Wherever those a people drain,

And Itrut with infamy and gain,
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY.

I envy nit their guilt and ftace,

And (corn to share the public hate. Ere I begin, I must premise,

Let their own lervile creatures rise, Our minilters are good and wise ;

By screening fraud, and venting lies;

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station", For those we find upon record,
A mind ferene for contemplation :

But find him nothing but my lord.
Title and profit I refign;

When we, with superficial view, The pot of honour shall be mine.

Gaze on the rich, we're dazzled too. My fable read, their merits view,

We know that wealth, well understood, Then herd who will with such a crew.

Hath frequent power of doing good; In days of yore (my cautious rhymes

Then fancy that the thing is done, Always except the present times)

As if the power and will were one. A greedy vulture, skill'd in game,

Thus oft the cheared crowd adore Inur'd co guilt, unaw'd by shame,

The thriving knaves that keep them poor. Approach'd the throne in evil hour,

The cringing train of power survey; i And step by lep intrudes to power :

What creatures are so poor as they ! When a: the royal eagle's ear,

With what obsequiousness they bend! He longs to ease the monarch's care.

To what vile actions condescend! The monarch grants. With pride elate,

Their rise is on their meanness built, Behold him minister of late !

And Aattery is their smallest guilt.
Around him throng the feather'd rout;

What homage, reverence, adoration,
Friends must be serv'd, and some must out : In every age, in every ration,
Each thinks his own the best pretension;

Have sycophants to power address'd!
This alks a place, and that a pension;

No matter who the power possess’d. The nightingale was set aside,

Let ministers be what they will, A forward daw his rcom supply'd.

You find their levees always fill : “ This bird says he) for business fit,

Ev'n those who have perplex'd a state, Hath both sagacity and wit :

Whose actions claim contempt and hate, With all his turns, and shifts, and tricks,

Had wretches to applaud their schemes, He's docile, and at nothing sticks :

Though more absurd than madmen's dreams. Then with his neighbours one so free

When barbarous Moloch was invok'd, At all times will connive at me."

The blood of infants only smok'd ! The hawk had due distinction shown,

But here (unless all history lies) For parts and talents like his own.

Whole realms have been a sacrifice. Thousands of hireling cocks attend him,

Look through all courts: 'tis power we find As blustering bullies to defend him.

The general idol of mankind; At once the ravens were discarded,

There worshipp'd under every shape, And magpies with their posts rewarded.

Alike the lion, fox, and ape, Those fowls of omen I deteft,

Are follow'd by time-serving slaves ; That pry into another's nest.

Rich prostitutes and needy knaves. State-lies must lose all good intent,

Who then shall glory in his post ? For they foresee and croak th' event.

How frail his pride, how vain his boast: My friends ne'er think, but taik by rote,

The followers of his prosperous hour § Speak what they're taught, and so to vote.

Are as unstable as his power. “ When rogues like these (a sparrow cries) Power, by the breath of Flattery nurst, To honours and employments rise

The more it swells is nearer burst; I court no favour, aík no place ;

The bubble breaks, the gewgaw ends, From such preferment is disgrace.

And in a dirty tear descends. Within my thatch'd retreat I find

Once on a time an ancient maid, (What these ne'er feel) true peace of mind." By wishes and by time decay'd,

To cure the panys of refless thought,
FABLE III.

In birds and beasts amusement fought :

Dogs parrots, apes, her hours employ'd;
The Baboon and the Poultry.

With these alone the talk'd and toy'd.

A huge baboon her fancy took
TO A LEVEL-HUNTER.

(Almost a man in size and look) We frequently misplace esteem,

He finger'd every thing he found, By judging men by what they seem.

And mimick'd all the servants round; To birth, wealth, power, we should allow Then, too, his parts and ready wit Precedence, and our lowest bow :

Show'd him for every business fit. In that is due distinction shown;

With all these ralents 'twas but just Eleem is virtue's right alone.

That pug should hold a place of trust; With partial eye we're apt to see

So to her favou jie was wiliga'd The man of noble pedigree :

The charge of all her feacher'd kind. We're preposseft my lord inherits,

I'was his to tend them eve and morn, In some degree his grandfire's merits ;

And portion out their daily corn

Buh là nim now, with haughey Iride, _" When impious men bear sway,

Affume a minuterial pride. * The post of honour is a privaię Itation." The morning rose In hope of picking,

ADDISON. Swans, curkeys, peacocks, ducks, and chicken,

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Fowls of all ranks surround his hut,

If I corruption's hand expofe, To worship his important strut.

I make corrupted men my foes; The minister appears. The crowd,

What then? I hate the paltry tribe : Now here, now there, obfequious bow'd.

Be virtue mine ; be theirs the bribe. This prais'd his parts, and that his face,

I no man's property invade; Th' other his dignity in place.

Corruption's yet no lawful trade. From bill to bill the flattery ran :

Nor would it mighty ills produce, He hears and bears it like a man ;

Could I shame bribery out of nse. For, when we flatter felf-conceit,

I know 'twould cramp most politicians We but his sentiments repeat.

Were they ty'd down to these conditions. If we're too scrupulously just,

'Twould fint their power, their riches bound, What profit's in a place of trust;

And make their parts seem less profound. The common pra&ice of the great

Were they deny'd their proper tools, Is to secure a fnug retreat.

How could they lead their knaves and fools ? So Pug began to turn his brain

Were chis the case, let's take a view (Like other folks in place) on gain.

What dreadful mischiefs would ensue. An apple-woman's stall was near,

Though it might aggrandize the state, Well stock'd with fruits through all the year : Could private luxury dine on plate ? Here every day he cramm'd bis guts,

Kings might indeed their friends reward, Hence were his hordes of pears and nuts ;

But minilters find less regard. For 'twas agreed (in way of trade)

Informers, sycophants, and spies, His payments should in corn be made.

Would not augment the year's supplies. The stock of grain was quickly spent,

Perhaps, too, take away this prop, And no account which way it went.

An annual job or two might drop. Then, too, the poultry's starv'd condition Besides, if pensions were deny'd, Caus'd fpeculations of su..icion.

Could avarice support its pride ? The facts were prov'd beyond dispute;

It might ev'n ministers confound, Pug must refund his hordes of fruit;

And yet the state be safe and sound. And, though then minister in chief,

I care not though 'tis understood ; Was branded as a public thief.

I only mean my country's good: Disgrac'd, despis’d, confin'd to chains,

And (let who will my freedom blame) He nothing but his pride retains.

I wish all courtiers did the fame. A goose pafs'd by; he knew the face,

Nay, though some folks the less might get, Seen every levee while in place.

I with the nation out of debt. “What, no refpeat ! no reverence shown: I put no private man's ambition How faucy are these creatures grown:

With public goud in competition : Not two days since (says he) you bow'd

Rather than have our laws defac'd, The lowest of my fawning crowd.".

I'd vote a minister disgrac'd. “ Proud fool: (replies the goose) 'tis true I strike at vice, be't where it will; Thy corn a futtering levee drew;

And what if great folks take it ill ? For that I join'd the hungry train,

I hope corruption, bribery, pension, And sold thee flattery for thy grain.

One may with detestation mcntion ; But then, as now, conceited ape,

Think you the law (let who will take it) We faw thee in thy proper shape."

Can fravidalum magnatum make it?

I venit no flander, owe no grudge,
FABLE IV.

Nor of another's conscience judge :

At him or him I take no aim,
Tbe Ant in Office. To a Friend.

Yet dare against all vice declaim.
You tell me that you apprehend

Shall I not censure breach of trust, My verse may touchy folks offend.

Because knaves know themselves unjust ? In prudence, too, you think my rhymes

That steward, whose account is clear, Should never squint at courtiers crimes;

Demands his honour may appear : For though nor this not that is meant,

His actions never fhun the light; Can we another's thoughts prevent?

He is, and would be prov'd, upright. You ask me if I ever knew

But then you think my Fable bears Court chaplains thus the lawn pursue ?

Allusion, too, to state affairs. I meddie not with gown or lawn;;

I grant it does : and who's so great, Poets, I grant, to rise muft fawn;

That has the privilege to cheat? They koow great ears are over-nice,

If then in any future reign And never shock their patron's vice.

(For minifters may thirst for gain) But I this hackney-path despise ;

Corrupted hands defraud the nation, 'Tis my ambition not to rise.

I bar no reader's application. If I must prostitute the muse,

An ant there was, whose forward prato The base conditions I refuse.

Controul'd all matters in debate; I neither flatler por defame,

Whether he knew the thing or no, Yet own I would bring guilt to shame.

His congue eternally would go;

For he had impudenee at will,

Thus, for a paltry sneaking bribe, And boasted universal skill.

We cheat ourselves and all the tribe; Ambition was his point in vicw:

For all the magazine contains Thus by degrees to power he grew.

Grows from our annual coil and pains." Behold bim now his drift attain :

They vote th' account shall be inspected; He's made chief crcafurer of the grain.

The cunning plunderer is detected; But as their ancient laws are just,

The fraud is fentenc'd; and his hoard, And punish breach of public trutt,

As due, to public use restor’d.
'T'is order'd (left wrong application
Should starve that wise induftrious nation)

FABLE V.
That all accounts be stated clear,
Their stock, and what defray'd the year;

The Bear in a Boat.--To a Cozcomo, That auditors fhall these inspect,

That man must daily wiser grow, And public rapine thus be check'd.

Whose search is bent himself to know ; Jor this the solemn day was set;

Impartially he weighs his scope, The auditors in council met.

And on firm reason founds his hope ; The granary-keeper must explain,

He tries his strength before the race, And balance his account of grain.

And never fecks his own disgrace; He brought (since he could not refuse them) He knows the compass, fail, and oar, Some (craps of paper to amuse them.

Or never launches from the shore; An honest Pismire, warm with zeal,

Before he builds, computes the cost, In jutlice to the public weal,

And in no proud pursuit is loft : Thus spoke : “ The nation's hoard is low; He learns the bounds of human sense, Froni whence does this profufion flow?

And safely walks within the fence. I know our annual funds amount ;

Thus, conscious of his own defect, Why such expence? and where's th' account ?" Are pride and self-importance check'd. With wonted arrogance and pride,

If then, self-knowledge to pursue, The ant in otice thus reply'd.

Dired our life in every view, * Confider, Sirs, were secrets told,

Of all the fools that pride can boast, How could the best schem'd projeds hold ? A coxcomb claims distinction moft. Should we state mysteries disclose,

Coxcombs are of all ranks and kind; 'Twould lay us open to our foes.

They're not to fex or age confin'd, My duty and my well-known zeal

Or rich, or poor, or great, or small, Bid me our present schemes conceal :

And vanity befots them all. But, on my honour, all th' expence

By ignorance is pride increas'd : (Though vaft) was for the swarm's defence." Those moft assume, who know the least; They past th' account as fair and just,

Their own false balance gives them weight, And voted him implicit truít.

But every other finds them light. Next year again, the granary drain'd,

Not that all coxcombs' follies strike, He thus his innocence maintain'd.

And draw our ridicule alike; " Think how our present matters stand, To different merits each pretends : What dangers threat from every hand;

This in love vanity transcends; What hosts of turkeys stroll for food,

That, smitten with his face and shape, No farmer's wife but hath her brood.

By dress distinguishes the ape; Confider, when invasion's near,

Th'other with learning crams his shelf, Intelligence must cost us dear;

Knows books, and all things but himself. And, in this ticklish situation,

All these are fools of low condition, A lecret told betrays the nation :

Compar'd with coxcombs of ambition : But, on my honour, all ch' expence

For those, puff'd up with flattery, dare (Though vaft) was for the swarm's defence." Assume a nation's various care. Agairt, without examination,

They ne'er the groffert praise miltrust, They thank'd his fage adminitration.

Their fycophants seem hardly just; The year revolves. Their treasure, spent, For these, in part alone, attest Again in secret service went.

The flattery their own thoughts suggest. His honour, too, again was pledg'd,

In this wide sphere a coxcomb's shown To satisfy the charge alleg'd.

In other realms besides his own : When thus, with panic thame poffefs'd, The self-deemid Machiavel at large An auditor his friends address'd."

By turns controuls in every charge. “ What are we? ministerial tools :

Does commerce suffer in her rights? We little kvaves are greater fuols.

Tis he directs the naval flights. At last this secret is explor'd,

What failor dares dispute bis skill? 'Tis our corruption thins the hoard.

He'll be an admiral when he will. For every grain we touch'd, at least

Now, meddling in the soldier's trade, A thot find his own heaps increas'd.

Troops must be hir'd, and levies made. Then for his kin and favourite spies,

He gives ambassadors their cue, A hundred hardly could fuffice.

His cobbled treaties to renew ;

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