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Like Orphens burat with public zeal,
As thus he walk'd in musing thought, To civilize the Monkey weal:
His car imperfect accents taught; So watch'd occasion, broke bis chain,
With cautious steps lie nearer drew : And sought his native woods agairr.
By the thick shade conceal'd from view, The hairy sylvans round linin press,
High on the branch a Pheasant stood; Astonish'd at his strut and dress.
Around her alt her list'ming brood; Some praise his slceve ; and others glote Proud of the blessings of her nest, Upon his rich embroider'd coat;
She thus a mother's care expressd: His dapper perriwig comsending,
No dangers here shait circumvent; With the black tail behind depending: Within the woods enjoy content. His powder'd back, above, below,
Sooner the bawk or Future trust Like hoary frost or flecty snow ;
Than Man, of animals the worst; But all with chvy and desire
In him ingratitude you find ;
A vice peculiar to the kind.
To guard his health, and serve his pride,
Is är the cruel shambles slam. In cities long I pass’d my days,
The swarms whw, with industrious skill, Converz'd with inen, and learn'd their ways. His hives with wax and honey fill. Their dress, their conrtly manners see;
In vain whole summer days employ'd, Reform your state, and copy
Their stores are sold, their race destroy'd. Seek ye to thrive? in fatt'ry deal ;
W bat tribute from the goose is paid ! Your scorn, vouf hate, with that conceal. Does not her wing all science aid ? Seem only to regard your friends,
Does it not lovers' hearts explain, But use them for your private ends.
And drudge 10 raise the merchant's gain? Sunt not to truth the flow of wit ;
What now rewards this yen'ral use? Be prompt to lie whene'er 'tis fit.
lle takes the quills, and eats the goose.“ Bend all your force to spatter herit;
Wan thien avoid, detest his ways; Scandal is conversation's spirit.
So salety shall prolong your days. Boldly to ev'ry thing attend,
When services are thras acquitted, And men your talents shall comiend, Be sure we Pheasants must be spitted.
knew the great. Observe me right; So shult you grow like man polite.
Ile spoke, and bowil. With mutiring anis 160. FABLE XVI, The Pin oond the Needie.
Proficient in the toilet's duty,
Or given her knot a smarter air, Practice iw mischiefs all their dars.
Nors nearest to her heart was plac'd, Thus the chill lad, too tall for school, Now in her mantua's tail disgrac'd; With travel sinishes the fool;
But could she partial fortune blame, Studious of ev'ry coxcomb's aits,
Who saw her lover serv'd the same. the drinks, games, dresses, whures, and swears ;
At length from all her honors cast, O'stlook with worn all virtuolis afts ;
Through various turns of life she pass'd ; For vice his fitted to his parts.
Now zlitter'd on a taylor's arm
Now kept a beggar's infant warm; The Philosopher and Now, rang’d within a miser's coat, the Pheasants.
Contributes to his yearly groat: The Sage, awak'd at early day,
Now rais'd again from low approach, Thro' the deep forest took his way;
She visits in the doctor's coach! Drawn by the music of the grores,
llerc, there, by various fortune tost,
At latin Grelhain-hall was lost.
Charm'd with the wonders of the show,
On ev'ry sile, above, below, But where he pass'd he terror threw;
She now of this or that inquires; The song broke short, the warblers flex;
What least was understood admires. The thrushes chatter'd with affright,
'Tis plain, each thing so struck her mind, And nightingales abhorr'd his sight;
Her head's of virtuoso kind. All animals before him ran,
pray what's this, and this, dcar Sis? To shun the hateful sight of man.
A Needle, says the interpreter.
Address'd hes as a taylor's tool.
A needle with that filthy stone,
Who with his tongue hath armies routed, Quite idle, all with rust o'ergrown!
Makes erin his real courage doubted: You better might employ your parts,
But fatt'ry never seems absurd, And aid the sempstress in her arts.
The flatter'd always take your word • But tell me how the friendship grew,
Impossibilities seein just;
They take the strongest praise on trust.
Will still come short of self-conceit.
So very like, a Painter drev, That virtue virtues can impart?
That ev'ry eye the picture knew ; Of all his talents I partake;
He hit complexion, feature, air, How can I such a friend forsake!
So just, the life itself was there.
No Aatı'ry with his colors laid,
each muscle all its strength; And either India is our own.
The mouth, the chin, the nose's length, Had I with milliners been bred,
His honest pencil touch'd with uruth, What had I been the guide of thread, And mark the date of age and youth. And drudg'd as vulgar needles do,
He lost his friends, his practice fail'd; Of no more consequence than you.
Truth should not always be reveald;
In dusty piles his pictures lay, $ 107. Fable xvil. The Shepherd's Dog Two bustos, fraught with ev'ry grace,
For no one sent the second pay.
A Venus and Apollo's face,
From these corrected cv'ry feature,
And spirited each awkward creature. In vain the shepherd's wakeful care
All thi:ngs were set; the hour was come, Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare ; His pallet ready o'er his thumb, In vain the Dog pursued his pace,
My Lord appear'd; and, scated right The fleeter robber mock'd the chace.
proper attitude and light, As Lightfoot rang'd the forest round, The Painter look’d, he sketch'd the piece, By chance his foe's retreat he found.
Then dipp'd his pencil, talk'd of Greece. A truce, replies the Wolf. "Tis done, Of Titian's tints, of Guido's air ; The Dog the parley thus begun :
Those eyes, iny Lord, the spirit there
To give them all the native fire;
But yet with patience you shall view
As much as paint and art can do. How harmless is our fleecy care !
Observe the work. My Lord replied, Be brave, and let thy mercy spare.
Till now I thonght my mouth was wide ; Friend, says the Wolf, the matter weigh ; Besides, my nese is somewhat long; Nature design d us beasts of prey;
Dear Sir, for me 'tis far too young. As such, when hunger finds a treat,
Oh pardon me! the artist cried, "Tis necessary Wolves should eat.
In this the painters must decide. lf, mindful of the bleating weal,
The piece ev'n common eyes must strike; Thy bosom burn with real zeal,
I warrant it extremely like. Hence, and thy tyrant lord beseech ;
My Lord examind it anew; To him repeat the moving speech:
No looking-glass seem'd half so true. A Wolf eats sheep but now and then ;
A Lady came, with borrow'd grace, Ten thousands are devour'd by men.
Ne from his l'enus formi'd her face. An open foe may provo a curse;
Her lover prais d the Painter's art;
So like the picture in his heart !
Ev'n beautics were almost content.", $ 109. FABLE XVII. The Painter who pleased
Thro' all the town his art they prais'd; nobody and every body.
His custom grew, his price was tais'd. Jest men suspect your taie untrue,
Had he the real likeness shown, Keep probability in view.
Would any man the picture own? The way'ller leaping o'er those bounds, But when thus happily he wrought, The credit of his bepk confuunds.
Each found the likeness in his thought.
§ 109. FABL But for my
§ 10g. FABLB XIX, The Lion and the Cul. He thank'd her care ; pet day by day How fond are men of rule and place,
His bosom bushed to disobey; Who court it from the mean and base !
And ev'ry time the well he saw, These cannot bear an equal nigh,
Scorn'd in his heart the foolish law : But from superior merit Ay.
Near and more near each day he drew, They love the cellar's Fulgar joke,
And long'd to try the dang'rous view. And lose their hours in ale and smoke,
Why was this idle charge ? he cries; There o'er sortie petty club preside ;
Let courage female fears despise. So poor, so paltry is their pride !
Or did she doubt my heart was brave, Nay, ev'n with fools whole nights will sit,
And therefore this injunction gave ? In hopes to be supreme in wit.
Or does her harvest store the place, If these can read, to these I wtite,
A treasure for her younger race? To set their worth in truest light.
And would she thus my search prevent? A Lion-cub, of sordid mind,
I stand resolvid, and dare th'event. Avoided all the lion-kind;
Thus said, he mounts the margin's round, Fond of applause he sought the feasts
And pries into the depth profound. Of vulgar and ignoble beasts ;
He stretch'd his neck'; and from below With asses all his time he
With stretching neck advanc'd a foe: Their elub's perpetual president,
With wrath his ruffled plumes he rears,
The foe with ruffler plumes appears:
Threat answer'd threat ; his fury grew ;
Hcadlong to meet the war he few;
But when the wat'ry death he found, But at each word what shouts of praise !
He thus lamented as he drown'd: Good gods ! how natural he brays !
I ne'er had been in this condition, Elate with fatt'ry and conceii,
mother's prohibition. He seeks his royal site's retreat ;
$111. FABLE XXI. The Rat-Catcher and Cetr: Forward, and fond to show his parts, His highness brays; the lion starts :
The rats by night such mischief did, Puppy! that curs'd vociferation
Betty was ev'ry morning chid : Betrays thy life and conversation :
They undermind whole sides of bacon ; Coxcombs, an ever-noisy face,
Her cheese was sapp'd, her tarts were taken ; Are trumpets of their own disgrace.
Her pasties, fenc'd with thickest paste,
Were all demolish'd and laid waste.
She curs'd the Cat for want of duty,
Who left her foes a constant booty.
An Engineer of noted skill
Engag'd to stop the growing ill.
From room to room he now surveys
Finds where they 'scape an ambuscade,
says, "Vesprung from Eve. Unseen attends his silent pace. As an old Hen led forth her train,
She saw that, if his trade went on,
Again he sets the poison'd toils,
And Puss again the labor foils.
My schemes thus nightly countermines ?"
" The wreich shall bleed beneath my pow'r." My son, says she, I grant your years
So said — a pond'rous trap he brought,
Smuggler," says he, “ thou shalt be made I hear with joy your trinnphs told.
" A victim to our loss of trade." 'Tis not from Cocks thy fate I dread ;
The captive Cat, with piteous mews, But let thy ever-wary tread
For pardon, life, and freedom sues. Avoid yon well; the fatal place
" Assister of the science spare ; Is suure perdition to our race.
- One int'rest is our common care." Print this my counsel on thy breast :
" What insolence !" the man replied; To the just gods I leave the rest..
“ Shall Cats with us.the game divide ?
"Were all your interloping band
Stubborn in pride, retain thc mode, "Extinguish d, or expelld the land,
And bear about the hairy load “ We Rat-catchers uright raise our fees,
Whene'er we through the village stray, " Sole girardians of a nation's cheese!" Are we not mock'd along the way, A Cat, who saw the lifted knife,
Insulted with loud shouts of scorn, Thus spoke, and sav'd her sister's life:
By boys our beards disgrac'd and corn?". In ev'ry age and clime we see,
• Were you no more with Goats to dwell, • Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
Brother, 1 grant you reason well, * Each hates his neighbour for encroaching; Replies a bearded chief. --- Beside, 'Squire stigmatises squire for poaching; If boys can mortify thy pride, • Beauties with beauties are in arins,
How wilt thou stand the ridicule • And scandal pelts each other's charms; Of our whole flock ? Affected fool! • Kings too their neighbour kings dethrone, Coxcombe distinguish'd from the rest, • In hope to make the world their own.
To all but coxcombs are a jest.' • But let us limit our desires ; • Not war like beauties, kings, and 'squires ;
The Old Woman For cho' we both one prey pursue,
and her Cats. * There's game enough for us and you.'' Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judgʻd a a partner in the trade. $ 112. FABLE XXU. The Goat without a Beard. The matron who conducts abroad
A willing nymph, is thought a bawd; 'Tis certain that the inodish passions
And if a módest girl is seen
We guess her not extremely nice, (The manners of the fair and great),
And only wish to know her price. I give 10 monkeys, asses, hogs,
"Tis thus that on the choice of friends Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and dogs. Our good or evil name depends. I say that these are proud: what then?
A wrinkled Hag, of wicked fame, I never said they equal men.
Beside a little smoky Mame A Goat (as vain as Goat can be)
Sat hov'ring. pinch'd with age and frost; Affected singularity;
Her shrivell d hands, with veins embost, Whene'er a thymy bank he found,
Upon her knees her weight sustains, : He rolld upon the fragrant ground;
While palsy shook her crazy brains : And then with fond aitention stood,
She mumbles forth her backward pray'rs, Fix'd o'er his image in the flood.
An untam'd scold of fourscore years. “ I hate my frowsy beard," he cries ; About her swarm'd a nun'rous brood My youth is lost in this disguise.
Of Cats, who lank with hunger mew'd. " Did not the females know any vigor,
Teas'd with their cries, her choler grew; “Well might they loath this rev'rend figure." And thus she sputter'd: · Hence, ye crew! Resolv'd to smooth his shaggy face,
Fool that I was, to entertain He sought the barber of the place.
Such imps, such fiends, a hellish train ; A Nippant monkey, spruce and smart,
Had ye been never hous'd and nursid, Hard by profess'd the dapper art ;
I for a witch had ne'er been curs'd. llis pole with pewter bxsons hung;
To you I owe that crowds of boys Black rotten teeth in order strubg;
Worry me with eternal noise ;
The stunted broom the wenches hide,
They stick with pins my bleeding seat,
And bid ine show my secret teat.'
Replies a Cat.
" Let's come to proof Spre never face was half so smug.'
Had we ne'er starv'd beneath your roof, The Goat, impatient for applause,
We had, like others of our race, Swift to the neighb'ring hill withdraws ; In credit liv'd, as beasts of chace. The shazzy people grinn'd and star'd: "Tis infamy to serve a hag;
Heighday what's here, without a beard? Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag;
What envious hand hath robb'd your face?' Because 'tis said your cats have nine."
$ 114. FABLE xxiv. The Butterfly and Snail. Een Muscovites have mow'd their chins. All upstarts insolent in place Shall we, like formal Capuchins,
Remind us of their vulgar race.
As, in the sun shine of the morn,
Now reputations flew in pieces, A Butterfly but newly born
Of mothers, daughters, aunts, and nieces; Sat proudly perking on a rose,
She ran the parrot's language o'er, With pert conceit his bosoın glows;
Bawd, hussy, drunkard, slattern, whore ; His wings, all glorious to behold,
On all the sex she vents her fury ; Bedropt with azure, jet, and gold,
Tries and condemns without a jury. Wide he displays; the spangled dew
At once the torrent of her words Reflects his eyes, and various hue.
Alarm'd cat, monkey, dogs, and birds; His now-forgotten friend, a Snail,
All join their forces to confound her; Bencath his house, with slimny trail,
Puss spits, the monkey chatters round her; Crawls o'er the grass ; w.lom when he spies, The yelping cur her heels assaults ; In wrath he to the gard'ner cries :
The magpye blabs out all her faults ; “ What means yon peasant's daily toil, Poll, in the uproar, from his cage, From choking weeds to rid the soil ?
With this rebuke out-scrcam'd her rage : Why wake you to the morning's care?
"A Parrot is for talking priz'd, Why withi new arts correct the year? But prattling women are despis:d. Why glows the peach with crimson hue? She who attacks another's honor And why the plum's inviting blue?
Draws ev'ry living thing upon her. Were they to feast his taste design'd,
Think, madam, when you stretch your lungs, That vermin of voracious kind?
That all your neighbours too have tongues. Crush then the slow, the pill'sing race ; One slander must ten thousand get; So purge thy garden from disgrace.”
The world with intrest pays the debt." What arrogance !' the Snail replied ; • How insolent is upstart pride !
$ 116. FABLE XXVI. The Cur and the Musfifi Mad thou not thus, with insult vain,
A SNEAKING Cur, the master's spy, Provok'd my patience to complain,
Rewarded for his daily lie, I had conceal'd thy meaner birth,
With secret jealousies and fears
Set all together by the cars.
The Hound was beat, the Mastiff chid ;
The Monkey was the room forbid : A hideous insect, vile, unclean,
Each to his dearest friend grew shy, You dragg'd a slow and noisome train ; And none could tell the reason why. And from your spider-bowels drew
A plan to rob the house was laid : Foul film, and spun the dirty clue,
The thief with love seduc'd the niaid I own my humble life, good friend ;
Cajol'd the Cur, and strek'd his head, Snail was I born, and Snail shall end.
And bought his secrecy with bread. And what's a Butterfly? At best
He next the Mastiff's honor tried ; He's but a caterpillar drest;
Whose honest jaws the bribe defied. And all thy race (a num'rous seed)
He stretch'd his hand to proffer more; Shall prove of caterpillar breed.'
The surly dog his fingers tore,
Swift ran the Cur; with indignation $ 115. Fable xxv. The Scold and the Parrot. Hang him, the villain's curst, he cries ;
The master took his information. The husband thus reprov'd his wife ; And round his neck thc halter ties. “ Who deals in slander lives in strife.
The Dog his humble suit preferr'd, Art thou the herald of disgrace,
And bezg'd in justice to be heard. Denouncing war to all thy race?
The master sat. On either hand Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage, The cited Dogs confronting stand. Which spares no friend, nor sex, nor age? The Cur the bloody talc relates, That vixen tongue of yours, my dear,
And, like a lawyer, aggravates. Alarms our neighbours far and near.
Judge not unheard, the Mastiff cried, Good gods! 'tis like a rolling river,
But weigh the cause of either side. That nirm'ring flows, and Hows for ever! Think not that treach'ry can be just; Ne'er tir’d, perpetual discord sowing! Take not informers' words on trust. Like fame, it gathers strength by going." They ope their hand to ev'ry pay,
- Heighday!' the flippant tongue replies, And you and me by turns betray. «How solemo is the fool, how wise !
He spoke; and all the trnth appeard : Is nature's choicest gift debarr'd ?
The Cur was hang'd, the Mastiff clear'd. Nay, frown not, for I will be heard. Women of late are finely ridden;
The Sick Man and A parrot's privilege forbidden !
the Angel. You praise his talk, his squalling song; Is there no hope? the sick Man said i But wives are always in the wrong.'
Thc silent doctor shook his head,