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But why on me those curses thrown?
Till he the step of power ascend, Goody, the fault was all your own;
And courtiers to their idol bend! For, had you laid this brittle ware
With every grace, with every charm, On Dun, the old sure-footed mare,
My daughter's perfe& features arm. Though all the ravens of the Hundred
If Heaven approve, a father's blefs d." With croaking had your tongue out-thundered, Jove smiles, and grants his full requcft. Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs,
The first, a miser at the heart, And you, good woman, sav'd your eggs.” Studious of every griping art,
Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain, FABLE XXXVIII
And all his life devotes to gain.
He feels no joy, his cares increase,
He neither wakes nor ficeps in peace;
la fancy'd want (a wretch complete) And blame the mote that digis their eye,
He starves, and yet he dares not eat.
The next to sudden honours grew ; Each little speck and blemish find;
The thriving art of courts he knew; To our own stronger errors blind.
He reach'd the height of power and place, A turkey, tir'd of common food,
Then fell the victim of disgrace.
Beauty with early bloom supplies
His daughter's cheeks, and points her eyes, Collecting here and there a grain.
The vain coquette each fuit disdains, “ Draw near, my birds! the mother cries, This hill del gious fare supplies;
And glories in her lovers' pains. Behold the busy negro race,
With age she fades, each lover flies; See millions blacken all the place!
Contemn’d, forlorn, fhe pines, and dies.
When Jove the father's grief survey'd, Fear not; like me, with freedom eat;
And heard him Heaves and Fate upbraid, An ant is most delightful meat. How bless'd, how envy'd, were our life,
Thus spoke the god : “ By outward show Could we but 'scape the poulterer's knife !
Men judge of happiness and woe. But man, cursid nian, on turkeys preys,
Shall ignorance of good and ill
Dare to direct th' eternal will ?
Seek virtuc; and, of that poslest,
To Providence resign the rest."
The two Monties.
Tae learned, full of inward pride, An ant, who climb'd beyond his rcach,
The fops of outward fhow deride; Thus answer'd from the neighbouring becch: The fop, with learning at defance, 6 Ere you remark another's fin,
Scoffs at the pedant and the science ; Bid thy own conscience look within;
The Don, a formal solemn strutter, Control thy more voracious bill,
Despises Monsieur's airs and Autrer; Nor for a breakfast nations kill."
While Monsieur mocks the formal fool,
Who looks, and speaks, and walks, by rule, FABLE XXXIX.
Britain, a medley of the twain,
As pert as France, as grave as Spain,
In fancy wifer than the reft,
Laughs at them both, of both the jet.
Is not the poet's chiming close
While bards of quick iniagination for how precarious is the blessing !
Despise the sleepy profe narration. A wife he takes: and now for heirs
Men laugh at apes: they men contemn; Again he worries Heaven with prayers.
For what are we but apes to them? Jove nods assent; two hopeful boys
Two monkies went to Southwark fair ; And a tine girl reward his joys.
No critics had a sourer air ; Now more solicitous he grew,
They forc'd their way through draggled folks, And set their future lives in view;
Who gap'd to catch Jack Pudding's jokes; He saw that all respect and duty
Then took their tickets fer the show, Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty. And got by chance the foremost row.
“, Once more, he cries, accept my prayer ; To see their grave observing face, Make my lov'd progeny thy care :
Provok'd a laugh through all the place. Let my first hope, my favourite boy,
“ Brother, says Pug, and turn'd his head, All fortune's richelt gists enjoy.
The rabble's monstrously ill-bred.” My next with strong ambition fire :
Now through the booth loud hifles ran, May favour teach him to aspire,
Nor ended till the thow began.
The tumbler whirls the flip-flap round,
Indulge thy spleen : know men and fowl With somersets he shakes the ground;
Regard thee, as thou art, an owl.. The cord beneath the dancer springs;
Besides, proud' blockhead! be not vain Aloft in air the vaulter swings;
Of what thou call'At thy llaves and traio : Distorted now, now prone depends,
Few follow wisdom or her rules ; Now through his twisted arm ascends;
Fools in derilion follow fools."
A JUGGLER long through all the town How would they wonder at our arts !
Had rais'd his fortune and renown; They must adore us for our parts.
You'd think (so far his art transcends) High on the twig I've seen you cling,
The devil at his fingers ends. Play, twist, and turn in airy ring;
Vice heard his fame, the read his bill; How can those clumsy things, like me,
Convinc'd of his inferior skill, Fly with a bound from tree to trec?
She fought his booth, and frown the crowd But yet, by this applause, we find
Defy'd the man of art aloud. These emulators of our kind
" Is this then he so famid for Neight? Difcern our worth, our parts regard,
Can this Now bungler cheat your fight? Who our mean mimics thus reward."
Dares he with me dispute the prize? “ Brother, the grinning mate replies,
I leave it to impartial eyes." Jo this I grant that man is wife:
Provok’d, the Juggler cry'd, “ 'Tís done; While good example they pursue,
In science I submit to none."
Thus faid, the cups and balls he play'd ;
By turns this here, that there, convey'd. I laugh to scorn the mimic pride;
The cards, obedient to his words, For how fantastic is the fight,
Are by a fillip turn'd to birds. To meet men always bolt upright,
His little boxes change the grain : Because we sometimes walk on two!
Trick after trick deludes the train.
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair ;
His fingers spread, and nothing there;
Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And now his ivory eggs are told;
But, when from thence the hen he draws, Who (like the Turk) was seldom seen,
Amaz'd spectators hum applause. Within a barn had chose his station,
Vice now stept forth, and took the place, As fit for prey and contemplation :
With all the forms of his grimace. Upon a beam aloft he fits,
“ This magic looking-gi ls, she cries, And nods, and seems to think by fits.
(There, hand is round) will charm your eyes.". So have I seen a man of news
Each eager eye the light dufir'd, Or poft-boy or gazette peruse,
And every man himself admir'd. Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound,
Next, i. a senator addrefling, And fix the fate of Europe round.
" See this bank-note; observe the bleiting, Sheaves pil'd on fheaves hid all the floor : Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone.") Ar dawn of morn to view his store
Upon his lips a padiock thone. The Farmer came. The hooring guest
A fecond puff the magic broke; His felf-importance thus exprest:
The padlock vanith'd, and he spoke. * Reason in man is more preter ce :
Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board How weak, how fhall.iw, is his fense!
All full, with heady liquor ftorid, To tread with scorn the bird of night,
By clean conveyance disappear, Declares his folly or his fpite.
And no:v iwo bloody swords are there, Then, too, how partial is his praise !
A purse she to a thief expos'u; The lark's, the linnet's, chirping lays
At once his ready fingers clos'd. To his ill-judging cars are finc;
He opes his fit, che treasure's fled; And nightingales are all divine :
He sees a halier in its stead. But the more knowing feather'd race
She bids ambition hold a wand; See wisdom ftamp'd upon my face.
He gralps a ha.chet in his hand. Whene'er to vifit light I deign,
A box of harity she shows. What flocks of fowl compole my train !
Blu v here;" wid a church-warden blows. Like slaves, they crowd my flight behind,
'Tis vanilh d with onveyance neat, And own me of superior kind."
And on the tablc smokes a treat. The Farmer laugh'd, and thus reply'd :
She shakes the dice, the board the knocks, " Thou dull important lump of pride,
And from all pockets fills her box. Dar's thou with that harsh grating tongue She next a mcagre rake addrest. Depreciate birds of warbling long?
" This pidure fec; her shape, her brcalt:
What youth, and what inviting eyes!
Now grateful man rewards my pains, Hold her, and have her.” With surprise, And gives me all these wide domains His hand expos'd a box of pills,
At will I crop the year's increase; And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills,
My latter life is reft and peace. A counter, in a miser's hand,
grant, to man we lend our pains, Grew twenty guineas at command,
And aid him to correct the plains; She bids his heir the sum retain,
But doth not he divide the care, And 'tis a counter now again.
Through all the labours of the year? A guinea with her touch you see
How many thousand structures rise, Take every shape but charity;
To fence us from inclement skics!
For us he bears the sultry day,
He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain;
We share the toil, and share the grain. “ Can I such niatchlefs sleight withstand! Since every creature was decreed How practice hath improv'd your hand !
To aid each other's mutual need, But now and then I cheat the throng;
Appease your discontented mind, You every day, and all day long."
And act the part by heaven affign'd."
The tumult ceas'd. The colt submitted,
And, like his ancestors, was bitted.
The Hound and the Huntsman.
IMPERTINENCE at first is borne And spread diffenfion through the plain.
With heedlets light, or smiles of scorn; On matters that concern'd the state,
Teaz'd into wrath, what patience bears The council met in grand debate.
The roisy fool who perseveres? A colt, whose eye-balls flam'd with ire,
The morning wakes, the huntsman sounds, Elate with strength and youthful fire,
At once rush forth the joyful hounds ; In hafte Stepe' forth before the rest,
They seek the wood with eager pace, And thus the littening throng addrest.
Through bush, through brier, explore the chase : “ Good gods how abjed i:
Now scatter'd wide they try the plain, Condemn'd to savery and disgrace!
And snuff the dewy turf in vain. Shall we our servitude retain,
What care, what industry, what pains ! Because our fires have borne the chain ?
What universal silence reigns : Confidir, friends! your strength and might;
Kingwood, a dog of little fame, 'Tis conquest to assert your right.
Young, pert, and ignorant of game, How cumbrous is the gilded coach!
At once displays his bubbling throat; The pride of man is our reproach.
The pack, regardless of the note, Were we design'd for daily toil,
Pursue the scent; with louder Train To drag the ploughfare through the soil,
He ftill persists to sex the train. To lweat in harness through the road,
The huntsman to the clamour flies, To groan beneath the carrier's load ?
The smacking lash he fmartly plies. Hon fecble are the two-legg'd kind!
His ribs all welk’d, with howling tone What force is in our nerves combin'd!
The puppy thus express'd his moan: Shall then our nobler jaws submit
“ | know the music of my tongue To foam and champ the galling bit ?
Long since the pack with envy ftung. Shall haughty man my back beltride?
What will not spite? These bitter (marts Shall the Tharp fpur provoke my side ?
I owe to my superior parts.” Forbid it, heavens! reject the rein;
" When puppies prate, the huntsman cry'd, 'Your shame, your infamy, disdain.
They show both ignorance and pride : Let him the lion first controul,
Fools ray our scorn, not envy, raise; And still the tiger's famuth'd growl.
For envy is a kind of praise. Let us, like them, cur freedom claim,
Had not thy forward noisy tongue And make him tremblc at our name."
Proclaim'd thee always in the wrong, A general nid approv'd the cause,
Thou might'ft have mingled with the reft, And all the circle neigh'd aj plause.
And ne'er thy foolish nose confest; When, lo! with grave and lol mn pace,
But fools, to talking ever prone,
Are furç to make their follies known.”
The Poet and the Rose. Thu: spoke the Nestor of the plain.
“ When I had health and strength, like you, I HATE the man who builds his name The toils of servitude I knew;
On ruins of another's fame.
Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown,
With shrill impertinence attends, Imagine that they raise their own.
Nor leaves him till the village ends. Thus scribblers, covetous of praise,
It chanc'd, upon his evil day, Think slander can transplant the bays.
A pad came pacing down the way; Beauties and bards have equal pride,
The cur, with never-ceasing tongue, With both all rivals are decry'd.
Upon the passing traveller sprung. Who praises Lesbia's eyes and feature,
The horfe, from scorn provok'd to ire, Must call her filter aukward creature;
Flung backward ; rolling in the mire, For the kind flattery's sure to charm,
The puppy howl'd, and bleeding lay; When we some other nymph dilarm.
The pad in peace pursu'd his way. As in the col of early day
A shepherd's dog, who saw the deed, A poet fought the sweets of May,
Deresting the vexatious breed, The garden's fragrant breath afcends,
Bespoke him thus: “ When coxcombs prate, And every stalk with odour bends ;
They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate; A rose he pluck'd, he gaz'd, admir’d,
Thy teazing tongue had judgment ty’d, Thus singing, as the mulerinspir'd :
Thou hads not like a puppy dy'd." “ Go rose, my Chloe's bosom grace ; “ How happy shall I prove,
F A BL E XLVII. " Might I supply that envy'd place
The Court of Death. " With never-fading love ! “ There, phenix-liko, bencath her eye,
Deatu, on a solemn night of state, “ Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die.
In all his pomp of terror sate : * Know, hapless flower ! that thou shalt find
Th' attendants of his gloomy reign, “ More fragrant roses there ,
Diseales dire, a ghaftly train !
Crowd the vast court. With hollow tone, " I see thy withering head reclin'd
a voice thus thunder'd from the throne : “ With envy and despair ! « One common fate we both must prove;
“ This night our minister we name, " You die with envy, I with love."
Let every servant speak his claim;
Merit shall bear this ebon wand." Spare your comparison“, reply'd
All, at the word, stretch'd forth their hand. An angry rose, who grew beside. of all mankind you should not flout us;
Fever, with burning heat poffekt, What can a poet do without us :
Advanc'd, and for the wand addrest.
“ I to the weekly bills appeal, In every love-long roses bloom; We lend you colour and perfume :
Let those express my fervent zeal ; Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
On every slight occasion near,
With violence I persevere.”
Next Gout appears with limping pace,
Pleads how he ihists from place to place; To wither, envy, pine, and fade?
From head to foot how swift he flies,
And every joint and finew plies;
Still working when he seems supprest, The Cur, the Horse, and the Sbepherd's Dog.
A most tenacious stubborn guest. Tue lad of all-sufficient merit
A haggard spectre from the crew With modesty ne'er damps his spirit;
Crawls forth, and thus asserts his due : Presuming on his own deserts,
“ 'Tis I who taint the sweetelt joy, On all alike his tongue exerts ;
And in the shape of love destroy : His noisy jokes at random throws,
My shanks, funk eyes, and nofeless face, Aod pertly (patters friend and foes.
Prove my pretension to the place.” la wit and war the bully race
Stone urg'd his over-growing force; Contribute to their own disgrace :
And, next, Consumption's meagre corse, Too late the forward youth shall find
With feeble voice that scarce was heard, That jokes are sometimes paid in kind;
Broke with short coughs, bis fuit preferr'd : Or, if they canker in the breast,
“ Let none object my lingering way, He makes a foe who makes a jest.
I gain, like Fabius, by delay; A village cur, of snappilh race,
Fatigue and weaken every foc The pertest puppy of the place,
By long attack, secure, though flow." Imagin'd that his treble throat
Plague represents his rapid power, Was bleft with music's sweetest note;
Who thinn'd a nation in an hour. In the mid road he baking lay,
All spoke their claim, and hop'd the wand. The yelping nuisance of the way;
Now expectation hush'd the band; For not a creature pafs'd along,
When thus the monarch from the throne : But had a sample of his song.
“ Merit was ever modest known. Soon as the trotting steed he hears,
What, no physician speak his right! He farts, he cocks his dapper ears;
None here! but fees their toils requite. Away he scowers, assaults his hoof;
Let then Intemperance take the wand, Now near him snarls, now barks aloof;
Whọ fills with gold their zealous hand.
You, Fever, Gout, and all the rest,
FABLE XLIX. (Whom wary men, as foes, detest)
The Man and the Flea,
Whether on earth, in air, or main,
Sure every thing alive is vain! And as a courted guest destroys.
Does not the hawk all fowls survey, The charge on him must juftly fall,
As destin'd only for bis prey? Who finds employment for you all."
And do not tyrants, prouder things,
Think men were born for flaves to kings? FABLE XLVIII.
When the crab views the pearly strands,
Or Tagus, bright with golden sands,
Or crawls beside the coral grove,
And hears the ocean roll above, A GARDENER, of peculiar talte,
“ Nature is too profuse (says he), On a young hog his favour plac'd,
Who gave all these to pleasure me !" Who fed not with the common herd;
When bordering pinks and roses bloom, His tray was to the hall preferr'd.
And every garden breathes perțume; He wallow'd underneath the board,
When peaches glow with sunny dyes, Or in his master's chamber snor'd,
Like Laura's check when blushes rise ; Who fondly stroak’d him every day,
When with huge figs the branches bend, And taught him all the puppy's play.
When clusters from the vine depend; Where'er he went, the grunting friend
The snail looks round on flower and tree, Ne'er fail'd his pleasure to attend.
And cries, “ all these were made for me!" As on a time the loving pair
“ What dignity's in human nature !" Walk'd forth to tend the garden's care,
Say's man, the most conceited creature, The malter thus address'd the swine :
As from a cliff he cast his eye, “ My house, my garden, all is thine,
And view'd the sea and arched sky, On turnips fealt whene'er you please,
The sun was funk beneath the main ; And riot in my beans and pcase;
The moon and all the starry train If the potatoe's taste delights,
Hung the vast vault of heaven. The man Or the red carrot's sweet invites,
His contemplation thus began : Indulge thy morn end evening hours;
“ When i behold this glorious fhow, But let due care regard my flowers :
And the wide watery world below, My tulips are my garden's pride :
The fcaly people of the main, What vast expence those beds fupply'd!" The beasts that range the wood or plain,
The hog by chance one morning roam'd, The wing'd inhabitants of air, Where with new ale the vessels soam'd:
The day, the night, the various year; He munches now the steaming grains,
And know all these by heaven design'd Now with full (will the liquor drains.
As gifts to pleasure human-kind; Intoxicating fumes arise ;
I cannot raise my worth too high; He reels, he rolls bis winking eyes ;
Of what vast consequence am 1!" Then staggering through the garden scours,
“ Not of th' importance you suppose, And treads down painted ranks of flowers.
Replies a fica upon his nose. With delving snout he turns the foil,
Be humble, learn thyself to scan; And cools his palate with the spoil.
Know, pride was never made for man. The mafter came, the ruin fpy'd;
'Tis vanity that swells thy mind. # Villain ! suspend thy rage (he cry'd.)
What, heaven and earth for thee design'd: Haft thou, thou moft ungrateful fot,
For thee, made only for our need, My charge, my only charge, forgot?
That more important flcas might feed." What, all my flowers :" No more he said, But gaz'd, and ligh’d, and hung his head.
FABLE L. The hog with fluttering speech returns: es Explain, Sir, why your anger burns.
The Hart and Many Friends. See there, untouch'd, your tulips frown,
FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, For I devour'd the roots alone."
Unless to one you stint the flame. At this the gardener's passion grows;
The child, whom many fathers share, From oaths and threats he fell to blows.
Hach seldom known a father's care. The stubborn brute the blows suslains,
'Tis thus in friendships; who depend Alsaules his leg, and tears the veins.
On many, rarely find a friend. “ Ah, foolish (wain ! too late you find
A hare who, in a civil way, That styes were for such friends design'd!"
Comply'd, with every thing, like Gay, Honieward he limps with painful pace,
Was known by all the bestial train Reflecting thus on past disgrace :
Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain; “ Who cherishes a brutalmate,
Her care was never to offend; Shall mourn the folly foon or late.".
And every creature was her friend.