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Their manners form'd for every ftation,
I grant, the hungry must be fed, And destin'd each his occupation.
That toil, too, earns thy daily bread. When Xenophon, by numbers brav’d,
What then? Thy wants are seen and known; Retreated, and a people favid,
But every mortal feels his own. That laurel was not all his own ;
We're born a restless, needy crew : The plant by Socrates was sowa.
Show me the happier man than you. To Aristotle's greater name
Adam, though blest above his kind, The Macedonian ow'd his fame.
For want of social woman pin'd. Th’Athenian bird, with pride replete,
Eve's wants the subtle serpent saw, Their talents equall'd in conceit.
Her fickle taste transgress'd the law : And, copying the Socratic rule,
Thus fell our fire; and their disgrace Set up for master of a school.
The curse entailid on human race. Dogmatic jargon learnt by heart,
When Philip's son, by glory led, Trite sentences, hard terms of art,
Had o'er the globe his empire spread; To vulgar ears seem'd so prosound,
When altars to his name were dress'd; They fancy'd learning in the sound.
That he was man, his tears confess'd. The school had fame; the crowded place
The hopes of avarice are check'd : With pupils (warm'd of every race.
The proud man always wants respect. With these the swan's maternal care
What various wants on power atiend!
Ambition never gains its end.
Of surfeits and corporeal pain ?
He, barr'd from every use of wealth, Aspir'd to science more refin'd:
Envies the ploughman's strength and health. The ass learnt metaphors and tropes,
Another, in a beauteous wife But most on music fix'd his hopes.
Finds all the miseries of life : The pupils now, advanc'd in age,
Domestic jars and jealous fear Were call'd to tread life's busy stage;
Imbitter all his days with care. And to the master 'twas submitted,
This wants an heir ; the line is loft: That each might to his part be fitted.
Why was that vain entail engroft ? “ The swan, (says he), in arms thall shine ; Canst thou difcern another's mind? The soldier's glorious toil be thine.
What is't you envy ? Envy's blind. The cock shall mighty wealth attain :
Tell Envy, when she would annoy, Go, seek it on the stormy main.
That thousands want what you enjoy. The court shall be the spider's sphere :
" The dinner must be dish'd at one. Power, fortune, shall reward him there.
Where's this vexatious turnspit gonc ? In music's art, the ass's fame
Unless the skulking cur is caughe, Shall emulate Corelli's name."
The surloin's spoile, and I'm in fault." Each took the part that he advis'd,
Thus said, (for sure you'll think it fit And all were equally despis'd.
That I the cook-maid's oaths omit) A farmer, at his folly mov'd,
With all the fury of a cook, The dull preceptor thus reprov'd.
Her cooler kitchen Nan forsook: “ Blockhead, (says he), by what you've done, The broom-stick o'er her head she waves; One would have thought them each your son; She sweats, she stamps, the puffs, she rares: For parents, to their offspring blind,
The sneaking cur before her flies; Consult nor parts nor turn of mind,
She whistles, calls ? fair speech she tries, But ev'n in infancy decree
These nought avail. Her choler burns; What this, what th' other son shall be.
The fist and cudgel threat by turns. Had you with judgment weigh'd the case,
With hafty stride the presses ncar; Their genius thus had fix'd their place :
He flinks aloof, and howls with fear. The swan had learn'd the sailor's art;
“ Was ever cur so curs'd: (he cry'd) The cock had play'd the soldier's part;
What ftar did at my birth preside! The spider in the weaver's trade
Am I for life by compact bound With credit had a fortune made;
To tread the wheel's eternal round? But for the foal, in every class,
Inglorious task of all our race The blockbead had appear'd an ass."
No flave is half so mean and base.
Had fate a kinder lot allign'd,
And form'd me of the lap.dog kind,
I then, in higher life employ'd,
Had indolence and case enjoy'd;
And, like a gentleman, carest,
Had been the lady's favourite guest :
Or were I sprung from spaniel line, Then tell me, is your lot severe?
Was his sagacious nostril mine, 'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust,
By me, their never-erring guide, That makes you wretched. God is just.
From wood and plain their feasts supply'd,
Knights, 'squires, attendant on my pace,
I mean that superficial race Had har'd the pleasures of the chase.
Whose thoughts ne'er reach beyond their face; Endued with native strength and fire,
What's that to you? I but displease Why call?d I not the lion fire ?
Such ever-girlish cars as these. A lion ! such mean views I scorn :
Virtue can brook the thoughts of age, Why was ' not of woman born?
That lasts the same through every stage. Who dares with reason's power contend?
Though you by time must suffer more On man we brutal flaves depend :
Than ever woman loft before, To him all creatures tribute pay,
To age is such indifference shown, And luxury employs his day.”
As if your face were not your own. An ox by chance o'erheard his moan,
Were you by Antonious taught ? And thus rebuk'd the lazy drone.
Or is it native strength of thought " Dare you at partial fate repine ?
That thus, without concern or fright, How kind's your lot conipar'd with mine! You view yourself by reason's light? Decreed to toil, the barbarous knife
Those eyes, of so divine a ray, Hath sever'd me from social life;
What are they ? Mouldering, mortal clayo Urgʻd by the stimulating goad,
Those features, cast in heavenly mould, 1 drag the cumb'rous waggon's load:
Shall, like my coarser earth, grow old; 'Tis mine to tame the stubborn plain,
Like common grass, the fairest flower Break the stiff soil, and house the grain:
Must feel the hoary season's power. Yet I without a murmur bear
How weak, how vain, is human pride! The various labours of the year.
Dares man upon himself confide? But then, consider, that one day
The wretch, who glories in his gain, (Perhaps the hour's not far away)
Amasses heaps on heaps in vain. You, by the duties of your post,
Why lose we life in anxious cares, Shall turn the spit when I'm the roast;
To lay-in huards for future years ? And for reward shall share the feast,
Can those (when tortur'd by disease) I mean, shall pick my bones at least."
Cheer our fick heart, or purchafe ease? “ Till now, (th' astonish'd cur replies), Can those prolong one gasp of breath, I looked on all with envious eyes.
Or calm the troubled hour of death? How false we judge by what appears :
What's beauty ? Call ye that your own? All creatures feel their several cares.
A flower that fades as soon as blown. If thus yon mighty beast complains ;
What's man in all his boast of sway? Perhaps man knows superior pains,
Perhaps the tyrant of a day. Let envy then no more torment :
Alike the laws of life take place Think on the ox, and learn content."
Through every branch of hunian race. Thus said, close following at her heel,
The monarch of long regal line With cheerful heart he mounts the wheel.
Was rais'd from duit as frail as mine.
Can he pour health into his veins,
Or cool the fever's restless pains ?
New.brace his feeble acrves with force?
Can he (how vain is mortal power!) True; flattery is a shocking vice :
Stretch life beyond the destin'd hour? Yet sure, whene'er the praise is just,
Consider, man; weigh well thy frame; One may commend without disgust.
The king, the beggar, is the same. Am I a privilege deny'd,
Dust form'd us all. Each breathes his day, Indulgʻd by every tongue beside ?
Then sinks into his native clay. How fingular are all your ways:
Beneath a venerable yew, A woman, and averse to praise !
That in the lonely church-yard grew, II'tis offence such truths to teil,
Two ravens fate. In folemn croak Why do your merits thus excel?
Thus one his hungry friend bespoke. Since, then, I dare not speak my mind,
“ Methinks I scene some rich repatt; A truth conspicuous to mankind;
The favour strengthens with the blast; Though in full lustre every grace
Snuff then, the promis'd fealt inhale : Distinguish your celestial face;
I taste the carcase in the gale. Though beauties of inferior ray
Near yonder trees, the farmer's steed, (Like stars before the orb of day)
From toil and every drudgery freed, Turn pale and fade ; I check my lays,
Hath groan'd his last. A dainty treat! Admiring what I dare not praise.
To birds of taste, delicious meat!” ! If you the tribute due diluain,
A fexton, busy at his trade, The muse's mortifying train
To hear their chat suspends his spade. Shall, like a woman in mere spite,
Death ftruck him with no farther thoughts Set beauty in a moral light.
Than merely as the fees he brought. Though such revenge might shock the ear “ Was ever two such bluudering fowls, Of many a celebrated fair,
In brains and manners less than owls!
Blockńcads, (says fie), leara more refpe: To neither I the cause determine,
For different tastes please dixerent sermia."
AYE AND NO.
A TARLL *. To-night fall lay his bones at reft.
'In Fable all things hold difcourfe, Whence could the grofs mistake proceed? The 'Tquire was fomewhat fat indeed.
Then words, no doubt, must talk of comfen What then the incanelt bird of psey
Once on a time, near Canti-row, Such want of fenfe could ne'er betray:
Two hoftile adverbs, Aye and No, For fure fome difference must be fogad
Were hastening to the field of fight,
And front to front stood oppofite; (Suppose the Smelling organ sound) in carcases (say what we can),
Before each general join the ran, Or where's the dignity of man ?**
Aye, the more courteous knight, began. With due refped to huraan race,
" Stop, peevilk Particle ! beware!
I'm told you are not fuch a bear,
But sometimes yield when offer'd fair.
Suffer yon folks awhile to tattle;
Tis we who must decide the battk, Ås epicures extol a treat,
Whene'er we was on yonder dage, And seem their favoury words to cat,
With various fate and equal rage, "They prais'd dead horse, luxurious food!
l'he nation tiembles at each blow The venifon of the prefcient brood. The fexton's indignation, raov'd,
Thar No gives Aye, and Aye gives No; The mean comparison repror'd;
Yet, in expenfive long contention,
We gaisı nor office, grant, or peofion. Their undiscerning palate blam'd,
Why then should kin-folks quarrel thus? Which two-legg'd carrion thus defara'da
(For two of you make one of us.) Reproachful Speech from either fide
To fume wise statesman let us go
Where each his proper use may know:
He may admit two fuch coramanders,
And make those wait who ferr'd in Flanders “ Hold, (fays the fowl); fince hunaa pride With confutation ne'er comply'd,
Let's quarter on a great man's tongue,
A trealury lord, oot Maifter Young.
Obsequious at his high cornmand,
Aye hall march forth to tax the land;
Impeachments No can bell rell,
And Aye fupport the Civil lift : 'To choofe him as their referec:
Aye, qoick as Cæsar, wins the dey,
And No, like Fabius, by delay, So to th' experience of his jans
Sometimes in mutual Ay disguise, Each states the merits of the cause.
Let Aye's feen No's, and No's seem Ays's; He paus'd; and, with a solemnn tone,
Aye's be in courts denials meant, Thus inade his lage opinion known : "On carcases of every kind
And No's in bishops give consent.” This maw hath elegantly dia'd;
Thus Aye propos d--and, for reply,
No, for the firft time, answer'd Aye.
They parted wirb a thousand kifles,
And fight e'es Gince for pay, like Swifles
DUKE UPON DUKE 1 :
AN LICELLENT NEW BALLAD TO TBI TONI Q Math various tracts to sange befide.
CHEVY-CRACE. The prince who kept the world in awe,
To losdlings proud I tone my lay, The judge,whose dictate tir’d the law,
Who feal in bowet or hall: che rich, the poor, the great, the small, Gre levell’d; death confounds them all
Though dukes they be, to dukes 1 faya Then think pot that we repuiles share
That pride will have a fall. Such cates, fuch elegance of fare;
Now that this fame it is right forth,
Full plainly doth appear,
* Taken from the Miscellarius publified by Swart Virtue diftinguishes mankind, And that (as yet se'ez harbour'd here)
+ Tbig bumorous Ballad is fcribed to Gay as an Moupts with the foul we know not whese. jeétare only. It is among the Mifcelaries fubijted by So, Good.man, fexton, fince the case
Swift and Pope; is there wasked as not the Dars' Appears with such a dubious [zce,
and las rews been considered a Pepe's.
From what befel John Duke of Guife*,
But mask, how midst of vi&ory Aad Nic of Lancastere f.
Fate plays her old dog trick ! When Richard Caur-de-Lion reign'd,
Up Icap'd Duke John, and knock'd him down, (Which means a lion's heart)
And fo down fell Duke Nic. Lke him his barons rag'd and roar'd;
Alas, oh Nic! Oh Nic, alas! Each play'd a lioa's part.
Right did thy goflip call thee: A word and blow was then enough:
As who fiouid say, alas the day Such honour did them prick,
When John of Gaile fhall maul thee! If you but turnd your cheek, a cúff;
For on thee did he clap his chair, And, if your a--fe, u kick.
And on that chair did fit ; Look in their face, they tweak'd your nose,
and look as if he meant therein At every turn fell to 't;
To do what was aot fit. Come near, they trod apon your toes;
Op diaft thou look, oh woful duke ! They fought from head to foot.
Thy mouth yet durf not ope, of these the Duke of Lancastere
Certes for fear of finding there Stcod paramount in pride :
At-d instead of trepe. He kick'd and cuff*d, and tweak'd and trod “ Lie there, thoa caixiff vile :" quoth Guile, His fecs, and frieods belide.
“ No sheet is here to save thee : Firm on his front his beaver fate;
“ The casement it is shut likewise; So broad, it hid his chin ;
“ Beneath my feet I have thee. For why! he deem'd no man his mate,
* If thou hast aught to [peak, speak out," Aad fear'd to can his skin,
Then Lancastere did cry, Wich Spanish wool he dy'd his cheek,
* Know'd thou got me, nor yet chyself? With eflence oil'd his hair;
“ Who thou, and who am I? No vixen civec-cat so sweet,
« Know'l thou not me, who (God be praii'd) Nor could lo fcratch and tear.
“ Have brawlid and quarrell'd more,
« Than all the line of Lancaltece, Right tall he made himself to show, Though made full kort by God;
“ Thac bartled heretofore? And, when all other dukes did bow,
“ in senates fam'd for many a speach, This duke did only nod.
“ And (what some awe must give ye, Yet courteous, blithe, and debonnair,
Though laid thus low beneath thy breach) To Guife's duke was he:
« Still of the council privy; Was ever such a loving pair!
" Still of the duchy chancellor : How could they disagree?
“ Durante life I have it ; Oh, thus it was : he lov'd him dear,
“ And turn, as now chou dost on me, And caft how to requite him;
“ Mine 2-e on them that gave it." And having no friend left but chis,
But now the feryants they ruth'd in; He deem'd it meet to fight him.
And Duke Nic, up leap'd he: Forthwith he drench'd his desperate quill,
“ I will not cope again& fich odds, And thus he did endice :
* But, Guise! I'll fight with thee: « This eve at which ourself will play,
* To-morrow with thee will i aght “ Sir Duke! be here to-night."
“ Under the greco-wood tree." « Ah no! ak no :" the guileless Guise
" No, not to-morrow, but to-night" Demurely did reply;
(Quoch Guile) “ J'll fight with thce." * I caonot go, nor yee can stand,
And now the sun declining low “ So fore the gout have [."
Beitreak'd with bloud the skies; The duke in wrath calls for his Iteeds,
When, with his sword at saddle-bow,
Rode forth the valiant Guise.
Oft roli'd his eyes around,
And from the stirrup tretch'd to find Thrul out his lady dear;
Who was not to be found. He tweak'd his nose, trod on his tocs,
Long brandith'd he the blade in air,
Lug look'd the field all o'er :
And cke the coach and four.
Did warc his wand f) white,
As pointing out the gloomy glade
Wherein he meani to fight.
All in that dreadful hour so calm
Benumb'd beneath the evening dew Was Lancastere to see,
Under the green-wood tree. As if he meant to take the air,
Then, wet and weary, home he far'd, Or only take a fee :
Sore muttering all the way, And so he did for to New Court
" The day ! meet him, Nic shall rue His rolling wheels did run :
“ The cudgel of that day. Not that he Thuan'd the doubtful ftrife;
« Mean time on every pissing post But business must be done,
" Paste we this recreant's name, Back in the dark, by Brampton-park,
“ So that each pisser-by shall read He turn'd up through the Gore !
“ And piss against the same.” So flunk to Camden-house so high,
Now God preserve our gracious king,
And grant his nobles all
That pride will bave a fall!
ACT 1. SCENE 1.
Each day I share thy bowl and clean repali,
Each night thy roof defends the chilly blast. & Plain, at the Foot of a feep craggy Mountain.
But vain is all thy friendship, vain thy care ;
Forget a wretch abandon'd co despair.
Despair will fy thee, when thou shalt impart
The fatal secret that torments thy heart;
Thither I'll speed me, and with moving art O let my soul with grateful thanks o'erflow! Draw soft confeflions from his melting heart, 'Tis to thy hand my daily life I owe.
Dione. Like the weak lamb, you rais'd me from the plain, Thy generous care has touch'd my secret woc. Too faipt to bear bleak winds and beating rain ; Love bids these scálding tears incelant flow.