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Were they to fealt his taste design'd,
She who attacks another's honour, That vermin of voracious kind!
Draw every living thing upon her. Crush then the flow, the pilfering race,
Think, madam, when you stretch your lungs, So pusge thy garden from disgrace."
That all your neighbours too have tongues : “What arrogance! the fnail reply'd;
One flander must ten thousand get : How insolent is upstart pride!
The world with interest pays the debt.",
The Cur and the Maftiff.
A SNEAKİNG cur, the master's spy,
Rewarded for his daily lie,
With secret jealousies and fears
Set all together by the ears. A hideous insect, vile, unclean,
Poor puss to-day was in disgrace, You dragg'd a low and noisome train;
Another cat supply'd her place; And from your spider bowels drew
The hound was beat, the mastiff chid, Foul film, and spun the dirty clue.
The monkey was the room forbid; Iown my humble life, good friend;
Each to his dearest friend grew shy, Snail was I born, and snail shall end.
And none could tell the reason why. And what's a butterfly ? at best
A plan to rob the house was laid : He's but a caterpillar drest;
The thief with love feduc'd the maid, And all thy race (a numerous seed)
Cajol'd the cur, and stroak’d his head, Shall prove of caterpillar breed.”
And bought his secrecy with bread;
He next the mastiff's honour try'd,
Whose honelt jaws the bribe defy'd;
He stretch'd his hand to proffer more :
The surly dog his fingers torc. The husband thus reprov'd his wife :
Swift ran the cur; with indignation * Who deals in sander, lives in strife.
The mafter took his information. Art thou the herald of disgrace,
“ Hang him, the villain's cursed,” he cries; Denouncing war to all thy race ;
And round his neck the halter ties. Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage,
The dog his humble suit preferr'd, Which spares nor friend, nor sex, nor age? And beg'd in justice to be fieard. That vixen tongue of your's, my dear,
The master sate. On either hand Alarms our neighbours far and near.
The cited dogs confronting stand; Good gods ! 'tis like a rolling river,
The cur the bloody tale relates, That murmuring flows, and flows for ever! And, like a lawyer, aggravates. Ne'er tir'd, perpetual discord sowing:
“ Judge not unheard (the mastiff cry'd), Like fame, it gathers itrength by going.".
But weigh the cause of either side. * Heigh-day!” the flippant tongue replies,
Think not that treachery can be just; " How folemn is the fool ! how wife!
Take not informers' words on trust; Is nature's choicest gift debarr'd ?
They ope their hand to every pay, Nay, frown not ; for I will be heard.
And you and me by turns betray." Women of late are finely ridden,
He spoke ; and all the truth appear'd: A parrot's privilege forbidden!
The cur was hang'd, the mastiff clear'd. You praise his talk, his squalling song; But wives are always in the wrong."
The Sick Man and the Angel.
“ Is there no hope?" the fick man said. Bawd, huffy, drunkard, flattern, whore;
The filent doctor shook his head, On all the sex she vents her fury,
And cook his leave with signs of sorrow, Tries and condemns without a jury.
Despairing of his fee to-morrow. At once the torrent of her words
When thus the man, with gasping breath; Alarm'd cat, monkey, dogs, and birds :
“ I feel the chilling wound of death. All join their forces to confound her,
Since I mu' bid the world adieu, Puss fpits, the monkey chatters round her; Let me my former life review. The yelping cur her heels assaults;
I grant my bargains well were made, The magpie blabs out all her faults;
But all men over-reach in trade; Poll, in the upruar, from his cage,
'Tis self defence in each profeffion: With this rebuke outscream'd her rage.
Sure self-defence is no tranfgrcflion. “ A parrot is for talking priz'd,
The little portion in my hands, But prattling women are defpis’d.
By good security on lands Voz, VIIL
Is well increas'd. If, unawares,
With fervent zeal the Perhian movid, My justice to myself and heirs
Thus the proud calumny reprov'd : Hath let my debtor rot in jail,
“ It was that god who claims my prayer For want of good sufficient bail;
Who gave thee birth, and rais'd thee there; If I, by writ, or bond, or deed,
When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, Reduc'd a family to need;
Thy substance is but plainer Mown: My will hath made the world amends ;
A passing gale, à puff of wind, My hope on charity depends.
Dispels thy thickest troops combin'd." When I am number'd with the dead,
The gale arole ; the vapour toft And all my pious gifts are read,
(The sport of winds) in air was loft ; By heaven and earth 'twill then be known
The glorious orb the day refines.
Thus envy breaks, thus merit shines.
The Fox at the point of Deatb.
A Fox, in life's extreme decay,
Weak, fick, and faint, expiring lay : A pious action's in thy power,
All appetite had left his maw, Embrace with joy the happy hour.
And age disarmı'd his mumbling jaw. Now, while you draw the vital air,
His numerous race around him stand, Prove your intention is fincere :
To learn their dying fire's command : This instant give a hundred pound :
He rais'd his head with whining moan, Your neighbours want', and you abound.”
And thus was heard the feeble tone : “ But why such hafte, the fick man whines ;
“ Ah! Sons! from evil ways depart; Who knows as yet what Heaven designs ?
My crimes lie heavy on my heart. Perhaps I may recover still,
See, fee, the murder'd geele appear! That sum and more are in my will.”
Why are those bleeding turkeys there ; " Fool, says the vision, now ’tis plain
Why all around this cackling train, Your life, your soul, your Heaven, was gain.
Who haunt my cars for chicken Nain ?" From every side, with all your might,
The hungry foxes round them ftar'd, You scrap'd, and scrap'd beyond your right;
And for the promis'd feast prepar'd. And after death would sain atone,
“ Where, Sir, is all this dainty cheer? By giving what is not your own.'
Nor turkcy, goose, nor hen, is here. " While there is lise, there's hope, he cry'd;
These are the phantoms of your brain; Then why such hafte?” so groan'd and dy'd.
And your sons lick their lips in vain."
“O gluttons! says the drooping fire, FABLE XXVII.
Restrain inordinate defire.
Your liquorish taste you shall deplore,
When peace of conscience is no more.
Does not the hound betray our pace, Whose every thought the god inspires ?
And gins and guns destroy our race? When envy reads the nervous lines,
Thieves dread the searching cyc of power! She frets, the rails, she raves, the pines;
And never feel the quiet hour. Her hilling snakes with venom swell;
Old age (which few of us shall know) She calls her venal train from hell:
Now puts a period to my woe. The servile fiends her nod obey,
Would you true happineso attain, And all Curll's authors are in pay.
Let honefly your pasions rein; Fame calls up calumny and spite :
So live in credit and esteem, Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
And the good name you loft redeem.” As, prostrate to the god of day,
“ The counsel's good, a fox replies, With heart devout, a Perfian lay,
Could we perform what you advise. His invocation thus begun :
Think what our ancestors have done ; " Parent of light ! all-seeing fun!
A line of thieves from son to son. Prolific beam, whose rays dispense
To us descends the long disgrace, The various gifts of Providence,
And infamy hath mark'd our race. Accept our praise, our daily prayer;
Though we, like harmless sheep, Mould seed,
Honeit in thought, in word, and deed,
We shall be thought to share the feast.
The change shall never be believ'd. A voice thus thunder'd from the cloud.
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd." “ Weak is this gaudy god of chine,
“ Nay, then, replies the feeble fox, Whom I at will forbid to shine.
(But, hark! I hear a hen that clucks) Shall I nor vows nor incenie know?
Co; but be moderate in your food; Where praise is due, the praise beflow.". A chicken, too, might do me good.".
He now from all excess abstains,
With physic purifies his veins;
And, to procure a sober life,
But now again the sprice afcends,
Where'er he walks, his car attends, And searches every breeze that flies;
Insinuates that beauty's frail, The scent grows warm: with cautious fear
That perseverence must prevail; He creeps, and points the covey near ;
With jcalousies his brain inflames, The men in filence, far behiod,
And whispers all her lovers' names. Conscious of game, the net unbind.
In other hours she represents A partridge, with experience wise,
His household charge, his annual rents, The fraudful preparation spies;
Increasing debts, perplexing duns, She mocks their toils, alarms her brood,
And nothing for his younger fons. The covey fprings and leck, the wood;
Straight all his thought to gain he turns, But ere, her certain wings she tries :
And with the thirst of lucre burns. Thus, to the creepng spaniel cries :
But, whes poffefs'd of fortune's store, * Thou fawning llate to man's deceit,
The spectre haunts him more and more; Thou pimp of luxry, sneaking cheat,
Sets want and mifery in view, of thy whole species thou difgrace;
Bold thieves and all the murdering crew; Dogs should disown thee of their race!
Alarms him with eternal frights, For, if I judge their native parts,
Infest his dreain, or wakes his nights. They're born with honest open hearts;
How shall he chase this hideous guet? And, ere they serv'd man's wicked ends,
Power may perhaps proted his rell. Were generous foes, or real friends.”
To power he rose. Again the sprite When thus the dog, with scornful smile : Befets him morning, noon, and night; " Secure of wing, thou dar's revile.
Talks of ambition's toitering seat, Clowns are to polith'd manners blind;
How envy persecutes the great, How ignoraut is the rustic mind!
Os rival hate, of treacherous friends, My worth sagacious courtiers fee,
And what disgrace his fall attends, And to preferment rise, like me.
The court he quits, to fly from Care, The thriving pimp who beauty sets,
And lecks the peace of rural air : How oft enhanc'd a nation's debts:
His groves, his fields, amur'd his hours; Priend fets his friend, without regard,
He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flowers, And minifters his skill reward.
But care again his feps pursues, Thus train'd by man, I learn'd his ways;
Warns him of blafts, of blighting dews, And growing favour feasts my days."
of plundering insects, snails, and rains, " I might have guess'd, the partridge said, And droughts that starv'd the labour'd plains. The place where you were train'd and fed; Abroad, at home, the spectre's there; Servants are ape, and in a trice
la vain we seek to fly from Care. Ape to a hair their master's vice.
At leagth he thus the ghost addrest : You came from court, you fay. Adieu!"
“ Since thou must be my constant guest, She said, and to the covey icw.
Be kind, and follow me no more;
for Care, by right, should go before.”
The two Orv's and tle Sparrowa A RAKE, by every passion ruld,
Two formal owls together fat, With every vice his youth havi coold;'
Conferring thus in folemn chat : Disease his tainted blood assails ;
“ How is the modern tafte decay'd ! His spirits droop, his vigour fails :
Where's the respect to wildom paid? With secret ills at home he pines,
Our worth the Grecian fages knew; And, like infirm old age, declines.
They gave our fires the honour due; As, twing'd with pain, he pensive fits,
They weigh'd the dignity of fowls, And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits,
And pry'd into the depth of owls. A ghafly phantom, Ican and wan,
Athens, the seat of learned fame, Before him rose, and thus began :
With general voice rever'd our pame, “ My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your car ; On merit title was conferr'd, Attend, and be advis'd by Care.
And all ador'd thi Athenian bird." Nor love, nor horour, wealth, nor power,
“ Brother, you reason well, replies Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
The solemo mate with half-thut eyes. When health is loft. Be timely wise :
Right. Athens was the seat of learning, With health all taste of pleasure flies."
And truly wisdom is discerning. Thus faid, the phantom disappears,
Besides, on Pallas' helm we lit, The wary coupsci wak'd Lis feats,
The type and ornament of wie :
But now, alas ! we're quite neglected,
But there, in quest of daily game, And a pert sparrow's more respected."
Each able courtier acts the same; A sparrow. who was lodg'd beside,
Wolves, lions, lynxes, while in place, O'erhears them footh each other's pride;
Their friends and fellows are their chase. And thus he nimbly vents his heat :
They play the bear's and foxe's part, “ Who meets a fool must find conceit.
Now rob by force, now steal with art. I grant you were at Athens grac'd;
They sometimes in the senate bray, And on Minerva's helm were plac'd ;
Or, chang'd again to beasts of prey, But every bird that wings the sky,
Down from the lion to the ape, Except an owl, can tell you why :
Pradise the frauds of every shape." From hence they caught their schools to know So faid: upon the god he flies, How false we judge by outward show;
In cords the struggling captive ties. That we should never looks esteem,
“ Now, Proteus ! now (to truth compellid) Since fools as wise as you might seem.
Speak, and confess thy art excell'd. Would ye contempt and scorn avoid,
Use strength, surprise, or what you will, Let your vain-glory be destroy'd;
The courtier finds evasions still ; Humble your arrogance of thought,
Not to be bound by any ties,
And never forc'd to leave his lics."
Those who in quarrels interpose,
Must often wipe a bloody nofe.
A mastiff, of true English blood,
Lov'd fighting better than his food. Whenever a courtier's out of place,
When dogs were snarling for a bone, The country shelters his disgrace;
He long'd to make the war his own, Where, doom'd to exercise and health,
And often found (when two contend) His house and gardens own his wealth.
To interpose obtain'd his end. He builds new schemes, in hope to gain
He glory'd in his liniping pace; The plunder of another reign;
The scars of honour seam'd his face ; Like Philip's son, would fain be doing,
In every limb a gah appears, And fighs for other realms to ruin.
And frequent fights rctrench'd his ears. As one of these (without his wand)
As on a time he heard from far Pensive along the winding trand
Two dogs engag'd in noisy war, Employ'd the solitary hour,
Away he scours, and lays about him, In projects to regain his powrr,
Resolv'd no fray should be without him. The waves in spreading circles ran,
Forth from his yard a tanner flics, Proteus arose, and thus began :
And to the badd intruder cries : “ Came you from court? for in your mien “ A cudgel shall corred your manners : A fell-important air is seen."
Whence fprung this cursed hate to tanners! He frankly own'd his friends had trick'd him, While on my dog you vent your spite, And how he fell his party's vidim.
Sirrah! 'tis me you dare not bite." “ Know, says the god, by matchless skill
To see the battle thus perplex'd, I change to every shape at will;
With equal rage a butcher, vex’d, But yet, l’rh told, at court you see
Hoarse-Icreaming from the circled crowd, Those who presume to rival me
To the curs'd maltiff cries aloud : Thus said : a snake, with hideous trail,
Both Hockleyhole and Marybone Proteus extends his scaly mail
The combats of my dog have known : “ Know, says the man, though proud in place, He ne'er, like bullies, coward-hearted, All courtiers are of reptile race
Attacks in public, to be parted. Like you, they take that dreadful form,
Think not, rash fool, to Mare his fame; Back in the fun, and fly the storm;
Be his the honour, or the shame." With malice hiss, with envy glote,
Thus said, they swore, and rav'd like thunder, And for convenience change their coat ;
Then dragg'd their fasten'd dogs alunder ; With new-got lustre rear their head,
While clubs and kicks from every side Though on a dunghill born and bred.”
Rebounding from the mastiff's hide. Sudden the god a lion stands;
All reeking now with sweat and blood, He shakes his mane, he spurns the sands.
A while the pareed warriors stood; Now a fierce lynx, with fiery glare;
Then pour'd upon the meddling foe, A wolf, an ass, a fox, a bear.
Who, worried huwld and sprawl'd below. “ Had I ne'er liv'd at court, he cries,
He rose; and limping from the fray, Such transformations might furprise ;
By both ldes mangled, Incak'd away.
“ Friend, says the sage, the doom is wise ; FABLE XXXV.
For public good the murderer dies :
But, if these tyrants of the air
Demand a sentence so severe, How many faucy airs we meet
Think how the glutton, man, devours; From Temple-bar to Aldgate-street !
What bloody feasts regale his hours ! Proud rogues, who shared the South-sea prey,
u impudence of power and might, And sprung like mushrooms in a day!
Thus to condemn a hawk or kite. They think it mean to condescend
When thou, perhape, carnivorous finner, To know a brother or a friend;
Hadit pullets yesterday for dinner They blush to hear their mother's name,
“ Hold, cry'd the clown, with passion heated, And by their pride expose their shame.'
Shall kites and men alike be treated ? As cross his yard, at early day,
When Heaven the world with creatures stor'd, A careful farmer took his way,
Man was ordain'd their sovereign lord' He stopp'd ; and, leaning on his fork,
“ Thus tyrants boalt, the sage reply'd, Observ'd the fail's incessant work.
Whose murders spring from power and pride. In thought he measur'd all his store,
Own then this imanlike kite is flain, His geese, his hogs, he number'd o'er ;
Thy greater luxury to sustain ; In fancy weigh'd the fleeces shorn,
For “ Petty rogues iubmit to fate, And multiply'd the next year's corn.
" That great ones may enjoy their state * !” A barley mow, which stood beside, Thus to its musing mafter cry'd :
FABLE XXXVII. “ Say, good Sir, is it fit or right
Tbe Farmer's Wife and tbe Raven.
Why are those cears? why droops your head ? And raise your mirth with ale and beer?
Is then your other husband dead? Why thus insulted, thus disgrac'd,
Or does a worse disgrace beride? And that vile dunghill near me plac'd ?
Hath no one since his death apply'd; Are those poor sweepings of a groom,
Alas! you know the cause too well; That filthy light, that nauseous fume,
The salt is spilt, to me it fell; Meet objects here? Command it hence;
Then, to contribute to my loss, A thing To mean must give offence."
My knife and fork were laid across; The humble dunghill thus reply'd :
On Friday too! the day I dread! « Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride : Would I were safe at home in bed! Insult not thus the meek and low;
Last night (I vow to Heaven 'tis true) In me thy benefactor know;
Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. My warm assistance gave thee birth,
Next poft some fatal news shall tell: Or thou hadft perish'a low in earth;
God send my Cornish friends be well! But up-starts, to support their station,
Unhappy widow, cease thy tears, Cancel at once all obligation."
Nor feel affliction in thy fears;
Let not thy stomach be suspended,
Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended;
And, when the butler clears the table,
For thy desert I'll read my fable.
Betwixt her (wagging panniers' load PYTHAGORAS rose at early dawn,
A farmer's wife to market rode, By foaring meditation drawn ;
And, jogging on, with thoughtful care, To breathe che fragrance of the day,
Summ'd up the profits of her ware; Through flowery fields he took his way,
When starting from her Glver dream, In musing contemplation warm,
Thus far and wide was heard her Icream. His fteps mifled him to a farm,
" That raven on yon left hand oak Where on a ladder's topmost round
(Curse on his ill betiding croak!) A peasant stood; the hammer's found
Bodes me no good.” No more she said, Shook the weak barn. “ Say, friend, what care When poor blind Ball, with ttumbling tread, Calls for thy honest labour there?”
Fell prone; o'erturn'd the pannier lay, The clown, with surly voice replies,
And her math d eggs beitrow'd the way. # Vengeance aloud for justice cries.
She, sprawling in the yellow road, This kite, by daily rapine fed,
Raila, iwore, and curs'd. Thou croaking toad, My hens' annoy, my turkeys' dread,
A murrain take thy whoreson throat ! Ai length his forfeit life hath paid ;
I knew m; fortune in the note See on the wall his wings display'd :
Dame, quoth the raven, spare your oaths. Here nail'd, a terror to his kind,
L'nclench your filt, and wipe your cluaths,
* Gartb's Dispensary. Aud my barns' refulc far the breed."