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Tre-ide are faults, the Peacock cries; Av’rice, whatever shape it bears,
Voor sy shanks, you may despise: Must still be coupled with its cares.
biad critics rail in vain:
12 strook my radiant train!

§ 133.

FABLE XIII. The Tame Stag. 11, cd my legs (your scorn and sport) mists of the Goole support,

As a young Stag the thicket pass’d,

The branches held his antlers fast; tre scream with harsher sound,

A clown, who saw the captive hung, fats in you had ne'er been found !

Across the horns his halter flung.
C. raat beauties blind,
Labritakes an envious mind.

Now safely hamper'd in the cord,
The ademblies have I seen

He bore the present to his lord. Arxi brightelt charms and mien,

His lord was pleas'd; as was the clown, Wazon each ugly face;

When he was tipp'd with a half-a-crown. 10g scandal fills the place.

The Stag was brought before his wife;
The tender lady begg'd his life.

How leek 's the skin! how speck'd like ermine! 12. PABLE XII. Cupid, Hymen, and Plutus. Sure never creature was so charming! Awwia Cythera's grove

At first, within the yard confin'd, Powd the letier pow'rs of love;

He flies, and hides from all mankind; hange for at the bow, or fit the string;

Now, bolder grown, with fix'd amaze, 2 35 the taper shaft its wing,

And diftant awe, presumes to gaze: **** De poi hd quiver's mould,

Munches the linen on the lines, in send the dams with temper'd gold.

And on a' hood or apron dines; *** to and various care,

He steals my little maker's bread, Tue, with assuming air,

Follows the servants to be fed : and the gud: Thou purblind chit,

Nearer and nearer now he Itands, O and ill-judging wit,

To feel the praise of patting hands; I sit are not better made,

Examines every fift for meat,. zzlout foríwear my trade.

And, though repuls'd, disdairs retreat ; cudne tuch ill-coupled folks,

Attacks again with levellid horns; tak ze to sell them yokes;

And man, that was his terror, scorns. o gamble for a pin, a feather,

Such is the country maiden's fright, 2 od how they came together.

When first a red-coat is in fight; Issandis tulen, dogged, thy;

Behind the door she hides her face; gyes tippant in reply;

Next time at distance eyes the lace; Pacaratand due restriction,

She now can all his terrors itand, '#2 wikes contradiction :

Nor from his squeeze withdraws her hand.

She plays familiar in his arms, ise be mil, or have her fits :

And ev'ry soldier hath his charms. - tas ting, the t'other draws ;

From tent to tent the spreads her flame; Tik pa gräs jealous, and with cause :

For custom conquers fear and shame. tagave him but divorce : see tse wife complies of course.

§ 134. FABLE xiv. The Monkey who had on 253 the boy, had I to do

seen the World, **t your affairs or you?

A MONKEY, to reform the times,

Resolv’d to visit foreign climes : in meja mercenary hearts.

For men in distant regions roam 17:reat the lawyer's feed;

To bring politer manners home. 1.2 witness to the deed?

So forth he fares, all toil defies;
Misfortune ferves to make us wise.

At length the treach'rous snare was laid;

Poor Pug was caught, tn town convey'd, Post appear'd, and said-'Tis true,

There fold.' How envied was his doom, od is all their view;

Made captive in a lady's room! beauty, wit, or sense ;

Proud as a lover of his chains,

He day by day her favour gains.
Crne at my shrine,

Whene'er the duty of the day
class, the bargain fign.

The toilet calls, with mimic play Honda blame her fate?

He twirls her knots, he cracks her fan, Be great eftate.

Like any other gentleman. 39 Wich enough, 'tis true;

In visits tvo his parts and wit, tzuk give lier title too:

When jests grew dull, were sure to bit, uman, or rich or poor,

Proud with applause, he thought his mind à un acks, and aiks no more. In ev'ry courtly art refind;

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Like Orpheus burnt with public zeal,

As thus he walk'd in musing thought, To civilize the Monkey wea) :

His ear imperfect accents caught ; So watch'd occasion, broke his chain, With cautious steps he nearer drew: And sought his native woods again.

By the thick shade concea!'d from view, The hairy sylvans round bim press, High on the branch a Pheasant stood ; Astonish'd at his strut and dress.

Around her all her lift'ning brood; Some praise his sleeve ; and others glote Proud of the blessings of her nest, Upon bis rich embroider'd coat;

She thus a mother's care express'd :: His dapper periwig commending,

No dangers here shall circumvent; With the black tail behind depending: Within the woods enjoy content. His powder'd back, above, below,

Sooner the hawk or vulture trust Like hoary frott, or fleecy snow;

Than Man, of animals the worst; But all with envy and desire

In him ingratitude you find; His Autt'ring shoulder-knot admire.

A vice peculiar to the kind. Hear and improve, he pertly cries; The sheep, whose annual fleece is dyed I come to make a nation wise.

To guard his health, and serve his pride, Weigh your own worth, fupport your place, Forc'd from his fold and native plain, The next in rank to human race.

Is in the cruel shambles Nain. In cities long! pasz d my days,

The swarms who, with industrious skill, Convers'd with men, and learn'd their ways. His hives with wax and honey fill. Their dress, their courtly manners see; In vain whole fummer days employd, Reform your state, and copy me.

Their stores are fold, their race destroy'd. Seek ye to thrive? in flatt'ry deal;

What tribute from the goose is paid ! Your scorn, your 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 to raise the merchant's gain? Srint not to truth the flow of wit;

What now rewards this gen’ral use? Be prompt to lie whene'er 'tis fit.

He takes the quills, and eats the goose. Bend all your force to spatter merit; Man then avoid, deteft his ways; Scandal is conversation's spirit.

So fafety shall prolong your days.
Boldly to ev'ry thing attend,

When services are thus acquitted,
And men your talents thall commend. Be sure we Pheasants must be spitted.
I knew the great. Observe me right;
So Thall you grow like man polite.

He spoke, and bow'd. With mutt'ring jaws $136. FABLE Xvi. Tbe Pin and the Ner.
The wond'ring circle grinn'd applause. A Pin, who long had serv'd a beauty,
Now, warm with malice, envy, spite, Proficient in the toilet's duty.
Their most obliging friends they bite; Had form'd her feeve, confind her hair,
And, fond to copy human ways,

Or given her knot a smarter air, Practise new mischiefs all their days.

Now nearest to her heart was plac'), Thus the dull Lad, too tall for school, Now in her mantua's tail disgrac'd : With travel finishes the fool;

But could the partial fortune blame,
Studious of ev'ry coxcomb's airs,

Who saw her lover serv'd the fame.
He drinks, games, dresses, whores, and swears ;
O'erlooks with scorn all virtuous arts;

At length, from all her honours cast, For vice is fitted to his parts.

Through various turns of life the pals d; Now glitter'd on a taylor's arm;

Now kept a beggar's infant warm ; § 135. FABLE xv. The Philosopber and Now, rang'd within a miser's coat, the Pbeasants.

Contributes to his yearly groat: The Sage, awak'd at early day,

Now rais'd again from low approachi, Thro' the deep forest took his way;

She vitits in the doctor's coach; Drawn by the music of the groves,

Here, there, by various fortune tost,

At last in Gresham-hall was loft.
Along the winding gloom he roves:
From tree to tree the warbling throats

Charm'd with the wonders of the show, Prolong the sweet alternate notes.

On ev'ry side, above, below, But where he pass'd he terror threw;

She now of this or that enquires; The long broke short, the warblers flew;

What least was understood admires. The thrushes chatter'd with affright,

Iis plain, each thing fo ftruck her mind, And n ghtingales abhorr'd his fight;

Her head's of virtuoso kind. All anim'Is before him ran,

And pray what's this, and this, dear Sir ? To ihuri t'e hateful sight of man.

A Needle, says the interpreter. · Wher c-is this dread of ev'ry creature ? She knew the name: and thus the fool Fly they our figure, or our nature ?

Address'd her as a taylor's tool.

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A rede with that filthy stone,

Who with his tongue hath armies routed, G . with ruft o'ergrown!

Makes ev'n his real courage doubted : 1. right employ your parts,

But fatt'ry never seems absurd, analize tempfireis in her arts.

The flatter'd always take your word: se ne how the friendship grew,

Impoflibilities seem juft; Sretat paltry flint and you.

They take the strongest praise on trust. cd, days the Needle, cease to blame; Hyperboles, tho' ne'er so great, Tom worth and fame.

Will still come short of self-conceit. the loadstone's pow'r and art, So very like, a Painter drew, ci: virtues can impart?

That ev'ry eye the picture knew; Cesanes i partake;

He hit complexion, feature, air, Proclub a friend forlake!

So jult, the life itself was there. led the pilot's hand

No flatt'ry with his colours laid, tre rocks and treach'rous land; To blooın restor'd the faded maid; izditnt world is known,

He gave each muscle all its strength; ***** India is our own.

The mouth, the chin, the nose's length, Liners been bred,

His honest pencil touch'd with truth, iloni? the guide of thread,

And mark'd the date of age and youth. 4'in vulgar needles do,

He lost his friends, his practice fail'd; 2 caiquence than you.

Truth should not always be reveal’d;
In dusty piles his pictures lay,

For no one sent the second pay.
; FALLE XVII. The Sbepberd's Dog Two bustos, fraught with ev'ry grace,
and ibe Wolf.

A Venus and Apollo's face,
Arst hunger fierce and bold, He plac'd in view; resolv'd to please

-zins, and thinn'd the fold;. Whoever fat, he drew from these;
stood fecure he lay;

From these corrected ev'ry feature, 1:37 acht regal’d the day.

And spirited each awkward creature. 1.27pherd's wakeful care

All things were set; the hour was come, Tere toils, and watch'd the snare; His pallet ready o'er his thumb, - Dez pursued his pace,

My Lord appear'd; and, seated right er meget mock'd the chace.

In proper actitude and light, As Larang'd the forest round, The Painter look'd, he sketch'd the piece, nie's retreat he found.

Then dipp'd bis pencil, talk'd of Greece. Å 2,es the Wolf. 'Tis done. Of Titian's tints, of Guido's air; T:0*** srey thus begun:

Those eyes, my Lord, the spirit there Biocong intrepid mind Might well a Raphael's hand require, Åtta xa vai decercelets kind ?

To give them all the native fire; 0.1 prey on nobler food, The features fraught with fenfe and wit, Ardennes bars and lion's blood;

You'll grant, are very hard to hit; briks ugen'rous pity melt,

But yet with patience you shall view ä сad tyrants never felt.

As much as paint and art can do. ***TK 3 is our fleecy care !

Observe the work. My Lord replied, i, al iet thy mercy spare.

Till now I thought my mouth was wide; 1.1. Is the Wolf, the matter weigh; Besides, my note is somewhat long; onden a us beasts of prey;

Dear Sir, for me 'tis far too young. Es when hunger finds a treat,

Oh pardon me! the artist cried, -17 Wolves should eat.

In this the painters must decide. 2 of the bleating weal,

The piece even common eyes must strike; : nun with real zeal,

I warrant it extremely like. 23 tty tyrant lord beseech;

My Lord examind it anew; I see the moving speech:

No looking-glass seem'd half so true. 1 theep but now and then;

A Lady came; with borrow'd grace, 192mands are devour'd by men.

He from his Venus form'd her face. o re may prove a curse;

Her lover prais'd the Painter's art;
Beszeded friend is worse.

So like the picture in his heart !
To ev'ry age some charm he lent;

Ev'n beauties were almost content.
1 138 14.1 XVII. The Painter who pleased Thre' all the town his art they prais'd;
zabad; and every body.

His custom grew, his price was rais'd. no era laspect your tale untrue,

Had he the real likeness shewn, Let ity in view.

Would any man the picture own? Later leaping o'er those bounds,

But when thus happily he wrought, sweat de his book confounds. Each found the likeness in his thought.

§ 139.

$ 139. FABLE xix. The Lion and the Cub. 1. He thank'd her care; yet day by day How fond are men of rule and place,

His botom burn'd to disobey; Who court it from the mean and bale ! And ev'ry time the well he law, These cannot hear 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 vulgar joke,

And long'd to try the dang 'rous view. And lose their hours in ale and firoke,

Why was this idle charge? he cries; There o'er some petty club preside;

Let courage female fears despise. So poor, so paltry is their pride!

Or did the doubt my heart was brave,

And therefore this injunction gave?
Nay, ev'n with fools whole nights will fit,
In hopes to be supreme in wit.

Or does her harvest store the place,
If these can read, to these I write,

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 resolv'd, and dare th' event. Avoided all the lion kind;

Thus said, he mounts the margin's roug Fond of applause he fought the feasts And pries into the depth profound. Of vulgar and ignoble beasts;

He stretch'd his neck; and from below With alles all his time he spent;

With stretching neck advanc'd a foe: Their club's perpetual pretident,

With wrath his ruffled plumes he rears, He caught their manners, looks, and airs;

The foe with ruffled plumes appears :

Threat answer'd threat; his fury grew; An ass in ev'ry thing but ears! If e'er bis highness meant a joke,

Headlong to meet the war he flew; They grinn'd applause before he spoke;

But when the wat'ry death he found, But at each word what thouts 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 flatt'ry and conceit,

But for my mother's prohibition.
He seeks his royal fire's retreat;
Forward, and fond to thew his parts,

§ 141. FABLE XXI. The Rat-Catcher and His bighness 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 converfation:

They undermind whole fides of bacon; Coxcombs, an ever-noisy race,

Her cheele was lapp'd, her tarts were taker Are trumpets of their own disgrace.

Her parties, tenc'd with thickest parte, Why so fevere? the Cub replies ;

Were all demolith'd and laid waite. Our fenate always held me wile.

She curs'd the Cat for want of duty, How weak is pride ! returns the fire ; Who left her foes a constant booty. All fools are vain when fools admire!

An Engineer of noted skill But know, what stupid afle's prize,

Engag'd to stop the growing ill. Lions and noble beasts despise.

From room to room he now surveys Their haunts, their works, their secret v

Finds where they 'scape an ambuscade, § 140. FABLE xx. The Old Hen and the Cock.

And whence the nightly tally's made. Restrain your child; you 'll luon believe An envious Cat from place to place, The text which says, “We 1prung from Eve.' Unseen attends his filent pace.

As an old Hen led forth her train, She saw that, if his trade went on,
And seem'd to peck to thew the grain; The purring race must be undone;
She rak'd the chaff, the scratch'd the ground, So secretly removes his baits,
And glean’d tlie spacious yard around. And ev'ry stratagem defeats.
A giddy Chick, to try her wings,

Again he fets the poitond toils,
On the well's narrow margin tprings, And Purs again the labour foils.
And prone the drops. The mother's breast “ What toe (to fruttrate my designs)
All day with forrow was pofleit.

“ My schemes tlius nightly countermin A Cock the met; her fon the knew, Incens'd, he cries : “ this very hour And in her heart affection grew.

“ The wretch thall bleed bene:ith my po My son, fays the, I grant your years

So faid-a pond'rɔus trap he brought, Have reach'd beyond a inother's cares. And in the fact poor Puss was caught. I see you vig'rous, Itrong, and bold;

“Smuggler," says he, “ tliou thalt be I hear with joy your triumphs told.

“ A vietiin 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

“ Alter of the science spare ; Is fure perdition to our race.

“ One int'rest is our common care." Print this my countel on thy breast:

“ What insolence!" the man replied To the just gods I leave the rest.

“ Shall Cats with us the game divide ?

Abendingularity.

- Wend your interloping band

Stubborn in pride, retain the mode,
* Ertiggaka'd, or expelled the land, And bear abuut the hairy load?
** Ez-catchers might raise our fees, Whene'er we through the village stray,

e guardians of a nation's cheese!" Are we not mock'd along the way,
Adc
, who saw the lifted knife,

Insulted with loud thouts of scorn,
Tra poke, and sav'd her fifter's life: By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn ?"
'le ev'ry age and clime we see,

• Were you no more with Goats to dwell, Two of a trade can ne'er agree.

Brother, I grant you reason well,' Exck listes his neighbour for encroaching; Replies a bearded chief.— Beside, Stez bigmatises squire for poaching; If boys can mortify thy pride, Beanies with beauties are in arms,

How wilt thou stand the ridicule
kaltadal pelts each other's charms; Of our whole flock? Affected fool!
Gase their neighbour kings dethrone, Coxcombs distinguish'd from the rest,
I hope to make the world their own. To all but coxcombs are a jelt.'

a us limit our desires;
w like beauties, kings, and squires ; § 143. FABLE xxIII.

The Old Woman in the we both one prey pursue,

and ber Cats. Thea's game enough for us and you.' Who friendship with a knave hath made,

Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

The matron who conducts abroad
142. FABLE XXII. TbeGoat witbout a Beard. A willing nymph, is thought a bawd;
Tis certain that the modith passions And if a modest girl is seen
Deiced among the crowd, like fashions. With one who cures a lover's spleen,
Este 3 then, if pride, conceit

We guess her not extremely nice, (Ile rests of the fair and great), And only with to know her price. I give to aukeys, asfes, hogs,

'Tis thus that on the choice of friends Fies, goată, butterflies, and dogs. Our good or evil name depends. inste are proud : what then? A wrinkled Hag, of wicked fame, Iz tibey equal men.

Belide a little smoky flame A Gast (as sain as Goat can be)

Sat hov'ring, pinch'd with age and frost:

Her shriveli'd hands, with veins embolt, We a hymy bank he found,

Upon her knees her weight sustains, dupen the fragrant ground;

While pally shook her crazy brains: Be the wish fond attention stood,

She mumbles forth her backward pray’rs, Fa.se s image in the flood.

An untam'd scold of fourscore years. * 12 lowly beard,” he cries;

About her (warmd a nura'rous brood * Vi poet is best in this disguise.

Of Cats, who lank with hunger mew'd. * DU Es the females know my vigour,

Teas'u with their cries, her choler grew; * Wel zigte tey loath this rev'rend figure." And thus the sputter’il:" Hence, ye crew! Resad se mooth his shaggy face,

Fool that I was, to entertain I laget ane barber of the place.

Such imps, such fiends, a hellish train ! 4 Eppest monkey, spruce and smart, Had ye been never hous'd and nursid, tesc by profefs d'the dapper art ;

I for a witch had ne'er been curs'd. ce with pewter basons hung;

To you I owe that crowds of boys araten eeth in order strung;

Worry me with eternal noise ; caps that in the window stood,

Straws laid across my pace retard; birth red rags, to look like blood,

The horse-lhoe 's naild(each threshold's guard), Intel bis threefold trade explain :

The stunted broom the wenches hide, ta'd, drew teeth, and breath'd a vein. For fear that I should up and ride; I: Goat be welcomes with an air, They stick with pins my bleeding seat, fare ben bin in his wooden chair:

And bid me shew my secret teat.' s, mate, and check the lather hides; " To hear you prate would vex a saint:

math, and (wift, the raz r glides. Who hath most reason of complaint?" *I hope your custom, sir,' says pug; Replies a Cat. “Let 's come to proof: *szter face was half so smug.'

Had we ne'er starv'd beneath your roof, The Great, impatient for applaule,

We had, like others of our race, bez to the neighb'ring hill withdraws ; In credit liv'd, as bealts of chace. 2 fazo people grinn'd and star'd: 'Tis infamy to serve a hag; Egleday! what's here, without a beard ? Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag; 33, brother, whence the dire disgrace? And boys against our lives combine, *Lat envious hand bath robb'd your face? Because 'tis laid your cats have mine." hestbas tbe fop, with smiles of scorn: bez beards by civil nations worn?

$ 144. FABLE XXIV. The Butterfly and Snail. a Muscovites have mow'd their chins. All upftarts infolent in place ws, like formal Capuchins, Remind us of their vulgar race.

As,

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