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As, in the sunshine of the morn, 1 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 bosom glows; Bawd, huffy, drunkard, flattern, whore; +1 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; llis now-forgotten friend, a Snail,

All join their forces to confound her; Beneath his house, with slimny trail,

Puss spits, the monkey chatters round her za Crawls o'er the grass; whom when he spies, The yelping car her heels assaults; In wrath he to the gard'ner cries :

The magpye blabs ont all her faults; “ What means yon peasant's daily toil, Poll, in the uproar, from his cage, From choking weeds to rid the foil ?

With this rebuke out scream'd her rage: Why wake you to the morning's care?

“ A Parrot is for talking priz’d, Why with new arts correct the year ? But prattling women are delpis’d. Why glows the peach with crimson hue? She who attacks another's honour And why the plum's inviting blue ?

Draws ev'ry living thing upon her. Were they to feait his taste design’d,

Think, Madam, when you stretch your luri That vermin of voracious kind ?

That all your neighbours too have tongues Crush then the flow, the pilf'ring race; One Nander muft ten thousand get; So purge thy garden from disgrace."

The world with int'reit pays the debt.” What arrogance!' the Snail replied; • How insolent is upstart pride!

$ 146. FABLE XXVI. The Cur and the Ma Had thou not thus, with insult vain, A SNEAKING Cur, the master's jpy, Provok'd my patience to complain,

Rewarded for his daily lie, I had conceal'd thy meaner birth,

With secret jealousies and fears
Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth.

Set all together by the ears.
For scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours, Poor Pusš to-day was in disgrace,
To swell the fruit and paint the flow'rs, Another cat supplied her place;
Since I thy humbler life survey'd,

The Hound was beat, the Mastiff chid; In base and sordid guise array'd;

The Monkey was the room forbid: A hidevus insect, vile, unclean,

Each to his dearest friend grew hy, You dragg’d a flow 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 feduc'd the maid; I own my humble life, good friend;

Cajold the Cur, and itrok'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 honour tried ; He's but a caterpillar dreft;

Whose honelt 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

The master took his information. $ 145. FABLE xxv. The Scold and the Parrot. Hang him, the villain's curst, he cries; The husband thus reprov'd his wife:

And round his neck the halter ties. « Who deals in Dander lives in (trife.

The Dog his humble suit preferrd, Art thou the herald of disgrace,

And beggd in justice to be heard. Denouncing war to all thy race?

The maiter sat. On either hand Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage, The cited Dogs confronting Itand. Which spares no friend, nor sex, nor age? The Cur the bloody tale 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 fide. That murm'ring flows, and Aows for ever! Think not that treach'ry can be just; Ne'er tird, perpetual discord fowing! Take not informers' words on trust. Like fame, it gathers ftrength by going;"" They ope their hand to ev'ry pay,

• Heighday! the flippant tongue replies, And you and me by turns betray. • How lolemn is the fool, how wife!

He spoke; and all the truth appear'd Is nature's chuicelt gift debarr'd ?

The Cur was hang'd, the Mastiff clear Nay, frown not, for I will be heard, Women of late are finely ridden;

147. FABLE XXVII. The Sick M. A parrot's privilege forbidden !

the Angel. You praise his talk, bis squalling song; Is there no hope? the Sick Man said; Dit wives are always in the wrong.' The filent doctor thook his head,

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And touris leave with signs of sorrow, His invocation thus begun :
Punainas of his fee to-morrow.

Parent of light, all-seeing Sun! Hica mus the Man, with gasping breath; Prolific beam, whose rays dispense ta ex itiling wound of death.

The various gifts of Providence? fulant bid the world adieu,

Accept our praise, our daily pray’r, 3soy former life review.

Smile on our fields, and bless the year! :*, bargains weil were made,

A Cloud, who mock'd his grateful tongue, Si cen over-stach in trade;

The day with fudden darknels hung; Two-setence in each profession:

With pride and envy swell'd aloud, Be defence is no transgression.

A voice thus thunder'd from the Cloud: Tyre portion in my hands,

Weak is this gaudy god of thine, curity on lands,

Whom I at will forbid to shine. Land. If, unawares,

Shall I nor vows nor incense know! to myself and heirs

Where praise is due, the praise bestow. 2n debtor rot in jail,

With fervent zeal the Persian mov'd, To good suficient bail ;

Thus the proud calumny reprov'd: Lixt, or bond or deed,

It was that god, who claims my pray’r, la camily to need,

Who gave thee birth, and rais'd thee there; be made the world amends; When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, bene ea charity depends.

Thy substance is but plainer shown. selam aomber'd with the dead, A. passing gale, a puff of wind, ay pious gifts are read,

Dispels thy thickest troops combin'd. is zzve and earth 'twill then be known, The gale arose; the vapour, toft W zes were amply shewn.

(The sport of winds) in air was lost. keliame, Ah friend! he cried, The glorious orb the day refines; lesza string hope confide.

Thus envy breaks, thus merit shines,
Cod deeds in former times
Verse balance of thy crimes ?
Ture or what orphan prays

§ 149. PABLE xxix. The Fox at tbe Point Tocant; life with length of days ?

of Death. A FEL Ela's in thy pow's,

A Fox in life's extreme decay, ca 19 the happy hour.

Weak, fick, and faint, expiring lay : * vou draw the vital air,

All appetite had left his maw, * atention is fincere.

And age disarm’d his mumbling jaw. eve a hundred pound:

His num'rous race around him stand, want, and you abound. To learn their dying fire's command:

hatte i the lick Man whines; He rais'd his head with whining moan, -*..et wh: Heaven designs ? And thus was heard the feeble ione: Formation is cover füll;

Ah, sons! from evil ways depart; ... sure are in my will.

My crimes lie heavy on my heart.
De Vision, now 'tis plain, See, fee, the murder'd geese appear!
Tatud foul, your heaven was gain. Why are those bleeding turkeys there?
tik, with all your might, Why all around this cackling train,

and scrap'd beyond your right; Who haunt my ears for chickens lain?
tib would fain atone,

The hungry Foxes round them stard, nguat is not your own.

And for the promis'd feast prepard. he is ute there's hope, he cried; Where, Sir, is all this dainty cheer? **ch hafte ? So groan'd and died. Nor Turkey, goose, nor hen is here;

These are the phantoms of your brain,

And your fons lick their lips in vain. FAILE XXVII. The Perfian, the Sun

Ogluttons ! says the drooping fire, and tbe Cloud.

Retrain inordinate desire; a bard whom genius fires,

Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, --e1 thought the god inspires ? When peace of conscious is no more. try reads the nervous lines,

Does not the hound betray our pace, 7 in Le rails, she raves, the pines; And gins and guns destroy our race? Einkes with venom (well; Thieves dread the searching eye of pow'r, venal train from beli:

And never feel the quiet hour. 1. ma sends her nod obey,

Old age (which few of us shall know) w1.7szuthors are in pay.

Now puts a period to iny woe. su calumny and spite;

Would you true happiness attain, 1:52owes its birth to light,

Let honesty your pailions rein; te to the God of day,

So live in credit and esteem, 42.7 de out, a Pertian lay,

And the good name you lost redeem,

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FABLE

XXX.

The counsel's good, a Fox replies, With secret ills at home he pines, Could we perform what you advise.

And, like infirm old age, declines. Think what our ancestors have done;

As twing'd with pain he pentive fits; A line of thieves from fon to son:

And raves, and prays, and swears by fits; To us defcends the long disgrace,

A ghaltly phantom, lean and wan, And infamy bath mark'd our race..

Before liim role, and thus began : Though we, like harmlets theep, should feed, My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your e Honelt in thought, in word, and deed, Attend, and be advis'd by Care. Whatever hen-roost is decreas'd,

Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor pow'r, We shall be thought to Thare the feast. Can give the heart a cheerful hour The change mall never be believ'd;

When health is loft. Be timely wise: A loit good name is ne'er retriev'd.

With health all taste of picature flies. Nay, then, replies the feeble Fox,

Thus taid, the phantom disappears ; (But, hark! I hear a hen that clocks!) The wary countel wak'd his fears; Go, but be moderate in your food;

He now from all excels abftains; A chicken too might do me good.

With phyfic purifies his veins;

And, to procure a sober life, The Setting Dog and Refolves to venture on a wife. the Partridge.

But now again the Sprite ascends: The raging Dog the stubble tries,

Where'er he walks his ear attends;
And searches ev'ry breeze that flies; Infinuates that beauty's frail;
The scent grows warm; with cautious fear That perseverance mult prevail;
He creeps, and points the covey near; With jealoufies his brain inflames,
The men, in filence, far behind,

And whispers all her lovers' names. Conscious of gime, the net unbind. In other hours the reprefents

A Partridge, with experience wise, His household charge, his annual rents, The fraudful preparation ipies :

Increafing debts, perplexing duns, She mocks their toils, alarms her brood; And nothing for his younger fons. The covey springs, and seeks the wood; Straight all his thought to gain he turns, But ere hier certain wing the tries,

And with the thirit of lucre burns. Thus to the creeping Spaniel cries:

But, when pofteis'd of fortune's store, Thou fawning have to man's deceit, The Spectre haunts him more and more ; Thou pimp of lux’ry, sneaking clieat, Sets want and misery in view, Of thy whole species'thou difçrace;.

Bold thieves, and all the murd'ring crew : Dogs Thall difown thee of their rice!

Alarms him with eternal frights, For, if I judge their native paris,

Infetts his dream, or wakes his nights. They're born with open, honest hearts; How thall be chate this hideulis guest ? And ere they serv'd man's wick'd ends, Pow's may perhaps protect his reit. Were gen'rous foes, or real friends,

To pow'r he role: again the Sprite When thus the Dog, with scorntul fimile! Betets him morning, noon, and night; Secure of wing, thou dar'st revile.

Talks ot Ambition's tott'ring feat, Clowns are to polich'd manners blind; How envy perfecutes the great; How ign'rant is the rustic mind!

Of rival bate, of treach'rous friends, My worth ligacious courtiers fee,

And what disgrace his fall attends. And to preferment rise, like me.

The court he quits, to fly from Care, The thriving pimp, who beauty sets,

And leeks the peace of rural air: Hath oft enhanc'd a nation's debts :

His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours Friend lets his friend, without regard; He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flow'rs. And ministers his skill reward:

But Care again his steps pursues; Thus train'd hy man, I learnt his ways, Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews, And growing favour feats my days.

Of plund'ring insects, snails, and rains, I might have guess’d, the Partridge said, And droughts that starv'd the labour'd pl The place where you were train'd and fed ; Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there : Servants are apt, and in a trice,

In vain we seek to fly from Care. Ape to a hiribeir master's vice.

At length he thus the Ghost addressid: Yucaine from court, you say? adieu l Since thou must be my confiant guest, She laid, ud to the covey

Hew.

Be kind, and follow me no more;

For Care by right should go before. $ 151.

The Universal Ap

parition. A RAYF, by ev'ry passion rold,

§ 152. FABLE xxxi. The True Car Ivill ev'ry vite liis youth had coord;

the Sparrow. Dica's his tinted blood allails;

Two formal Owls together fat, Hio pirits droon, lis vigour fails:

Conferring thus in folemn chat;

FBLE

XXXI.

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a is de modern taste decay'd !

Thus faid--a snake, with hideous trail, deres be re.rect to wisdom paid ? Proteus extends his scaly mail. who the Greciau figes knew;

Know, says the man, though proud in place, 5279 our fires the honour due;

All courtiers are of reptile race: samtid the dignity of fowls,

Like you, they take that dreadful form, into the depth of Owls.

Balk ir. the fun, and Ay the storm; eing the icat of leamed fame,

With malice hiss, with envy glote, ni voice rever'd our name; And for convenience change their coat; yritie was conferrid,

With new got lustre rear their head, 2. ford ta' Athenian bird.

Though on a dunghill born and bred. B-7, you realon well, replies

Sudden the god a lion ttands; Tramatz, with half-thut eyes: He thakes luis mane, he spurns the funds ; -1000s was the seat of learning;

Now a fierce lynx, with fiery glar, Aikidom is discerning.

A wolf, an ais, a fux, a bear. • 7.ca Plus' helm we fit,

Had I n'er lived at court, he cries, and ornament of wit;

Such transformation might surprise ; 22.8, bl25! we're quite neglected,

But there, in quest of daily game, **:* TRITON's more respected!

Each abler courtier af the same. Attre, who was lodg'd beside,

Wolves, lions, lynxes, while in place,

Their friends and fellows are their chace, .arge booth each other's pride, 15.3 be nimbly vents his heat :

They play the bear's and fox's part;

Now rob by force, now steal with art. 7-t a fool must find conceit.

They sometimes in the fenate bray; :: Tere at Athens grac'd:

Or, chang'd again to beasts of prey, tera's helm were plac'd :

Down from the lion to the ape les that wings the iky,

Practise the frauds of ev'ry thape. 1:*.:), can teil you why. 1...ver taught their schools to know In cords the struggling captive ties.

So faid, upon the god he flies; *dge by outward show;

Now, Proteus, now, (to truth compellid) Bud never looks esteem,

Speak, and confess thy art excell'd. Two is wile as you might seem.

Use strength, surprise, or what you will, cesternpt and scorn avoid,

The courtier finds evalions (till: vanglory be destroy'd:

Not to be bound by any ties, 2ragance of thought;

And never forc'd to leave his lies.
1:22 mats hy Nature taught:
Drond delicious fare,

in mers praise your care;
se your chace reward,

§ 154. FABLE xxxiv.

The Mastifs, har av att at find more regard.

Those who in quarrels interpose,

Must often wipe a bloody nose.
inlle XXXIII.

The Courtier and A Mastiff, of true English blood,
Proteus.

Lov'd fighting better than his food. 7-15. El a courtier's out of place, When dogs were snarling for a bone., * Selters his disgrace;

He long'd to make the war his owo oud to exercise and health, And often found (when two con'.cnd)

gardens own his wealth, To interpose obtain'd his end : mi sex ichemes, in hope to gain

He glory'd in his limping pace ; *: of another reign;

The scars of honour seam'd his face; -p's fon, would fain be doing, In ev'ry limb a gash appears Per other realms to ruin.

And frequent fights retren ch'd his ears. trele (without his wand)

As on a time he heard 'rrom far cong the winding strand

Two Dogs engag'd in n oily war,
** folitary hour,

Away he scours, and 'ays about him,
Seguin his pow'r,

Resolv'd no fray Thould be without him.
spreading circles ran,

Forth from his yard a tanner flies, 7, and thus began:

And to the bold intruder cries: fra Tom court? for in your mien A cudgel shall correct your manners ; Comiat air is seen.

Whence Sprung this curred late to tinnes? Huwnd his friends had trick'd him, while on my Dog you vent your spite, httsfell his party's victim.

Sirrah! 'tis me you dare not bite. * Ts the god, by matchless skill, To see the battle thus perplex'd, Blctoli, at court you see cev'ry hape at will;

With equal rage a butcher vex'd,

Hoarse icreaming from the circled crowd: I kelume to rival me.

To the curs d Mastiff cries aloud:
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Both

Both Hockley-hole and Mary-bone In musing contemplation warm, The combats of my Dog have known. His steps milled him to a farm, He ne'er, like bullies coward-hearted, Where, on the ladder's topmoit round, Attacks in public, to be parted.

A peasant stood : the hammer's found Think not, rash fool, to share his fame ; Shook the weak barn. Say, friend, what ca Be his the honour or the shame.

Calls for thy honest labour there? Thus said, they swore, and rav'd like thunder; The Clown, with turly voice, replies: Then dragg'd their faften'd Dogs alunder; Vengeance aloud for justice cries. While clubs and kicks from ev'ry side This kite, by daily rapine fed, Rebounded from the Miftiti's hive.

My hens' annoy, my turkies' dread, All reeking now with sweat and blood, At length his forfeit life bath paid; Awhile the parted warriors stood,

See on the wall his wings ditpiay'd; Then pour'd upon the meddling foe, Here nail'd, a terror to his kind, Who, worried, howlid and sprawlid below. My fowls thall future safety find; He rose; and limping from the fray, My yard the thriving poultry feed, By both sides mangled, sneak'd away. And my barn's refuse fat the breed.

Friend, says the Sage, the doom is wise ; § 155. FABLE xxxv. The Barley Mow and

For public good the murd'rer dies. tbe Dunghill.

But if these tyrants of the air

Demand a sentence so severe;
How many faucy airs we meet
From Temple-bar, to Aldgate-street!

Think how the glutton man devours; Proud rogues, who thar'd the South-sea prey,

What bloody feasts regale his hours ! And spring like mushrooms in a day!

o, impudence of pow'r and might,

Thus to condemn a hawk or kite,
They think it mean to condescend
To know a brother or a friend;

When thou perhaps, carniv'rous sinner, They blush to hear their mother's name,

Hadit pullets yesterday for dinner!

Hold! cried the Clown, with passion hea And by their pride expose their fhanie

Shall kites and men alike be treated?
As 'cross his yard, at early day,
A careful farmer took his way,

When Heaven the world with creatures stor

Man was ordaind their sov'reign lord. He stopp'd, and, leaning on his fo Obiery'd the flail's incellant work.

Thus tyrants boast, the sage replied,

Whose murder3 spring from power and priu In thought he measur'd all his store, His gtele, his hogs, he number'd o'e

Own then this manlike kite is slain In fancy weigh'd the fleeces thorn,

Thy greater lux’ry to sustain; And multiplied the next year's corn.

For * “ Petty rogues submit to fate, A Barley-mow, which stood beside,

“ That great ones may enjoy their state." Thus to its muling matter cried: Say, good Sir, is it or right

§ 157. FABLE XXXVII. The Farmer's !!

and obe Raven. To treat me with neglect and night? who contribute to your cheer,

Why are those tears ? why droops your hea Me, vise your mirth with ale and beer,

Is then your other husband dead? And r.

Or does a worfe disgrace betide ; Why th us insulted, thus difgrac d,

Hath no one since his death applied ? And that vile Dunghill near me placid? Are those

Alas! you know the cause too well: vor sweepings of a groom, I

The falt is spilt, to me it fell. That filthy 1, şht, that nauseous fume,

Then to contribute to my loss, Meet ohjects i cre? Command it hence:

My knife and fork were laid across; A thing to mea a must give offence.

On Friday too! the day I dread! The humble Punghill thus replied:

Would I were safe at home in bed! Thy master hears, and mock3 thy pride:

Last night (I vow to heaven 'tis true) Insult not thus the meek and low;

Bounce from the fire a coffin fiew. In me thy benefactor 'know:

Next post some fatal news mall tell; My warm assistance ga ve thee birth,

God send my Cornith friends be well! Or thou hadit perish d l ww in earth; But upstarts to support t.

Unhappy widow, cease thy tears, t. heir station,

Nor feel aifiction in thy fears : Cancel at once all obligatio.?.

Let not thy stomach be suspended;

Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended § 156. FABLE XXXVI.

Pyrnagoras and the And when the butler clears the table, Countryman.

For thy defert I'll read my fable. Pythagras rose at early dawn,

Betwixt her swagging panniers' load By foaring meditation drawn,

A farmer's wife to market rode To breathe the fragrance of the day,

And joeging on, with thouglitful care, Through flow'ry fields he took his way. Summ'd up the prorits of her ware;

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