The multitude with horror fled, Each skulking coward hid his head. When all is now grown calm again, Stretch'd at his ease, careless, content: "By such an active gen❜ral led, "The routed mice our arms shall dread, "Subdu'd, shall quit their claim; "Old Homer shall recant his lays, "For us new trophies raise, "Sing our victorious arms, and justify our fame." Then laughing impudently loud, He soon alarm'd the dastard crowd. } On wings of wind swift scandal flies, Hoarse treasons, tuneless blasphemies. With active leap at last upon his back they stride, Once more to Jove their pray'rs addrest, Addresses of congratulation, Sent from each loyal corporation, Full-freight with truth and sense, Exhausted all their eloquence. But now, alas! 'twas night: kings must have meat : The Grand Vizir first goes to pot, Three Bassas next, happy their lot! Gain'd Paradise by being ate. * "And this," said he, " and this is mine, "And this, by right divine." In short, 'twas all for public weal, He swallow'd half a nation at a meal. * According to the Turkish opinion, all who suffer by the Grand Seignior's orders go directly to Paradise. Again they beg almighty Jove "Not thro' necessity but choice! [curse, "Begone !---Nor wrest from Heav'n some heavier "Better bear this, this stork, than worse." MORAL. Oppress'd with happiness, and sick with ease, FABLE XI. LIBERTY AND LOVE; OR, THE TWO SPARROWS. --Dos est uxoria, lites. OVID. A SPARROW and his mate, They hopp'd from spray to spray; At length the fowler came, Fair liberty thus gone, And one coop'd up with one, For better and for worse, No more abroad to range. No carols now they sing, They pine, lament, and moan; 'Twould melt an heart of stone To hear their sad complaint: Nor he supply'd her wants, Nor she refrain'd from taunts, That might provoke a saint. Hard words improve to blows, They peck, they scratch, they scream: The cage lies on the floor, The wires are stain'd with gore, It swells into a stream. |