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Then had I, like my fires of yore,
And swallow'd wisdom with that haste The prize from ev'ry courser bore.
That cits do custards at a feast. While man bestow'd rewards and praise, Within the shelter of a wood, And females crown my latter days.
One evening, as he inuling Itood, Now lasting servitude's my lot,
Hard by, upon a leafy spray, My birth contein'd, my speed forgot; A Nightingale began his lay. Doom'd am I, for my pride, to bear
Sudden he starts, with anger stung, A living death from year to year.
And icreeching interrupts the song:
Pert, busy thing! thy airs give o'er, $ 322. FABLE XIII. The Owl and the Nightingale. And let my contemplation foar. To know the mistress' humour right, What is the music of thy voice See if her maids are clean and tight;
But jarring dillonance and noise ? IF Betty waits without her stays,
Be wise ; true harmony thou'lt find She copies but her lady's ways.
Not in the throat, but in the mind; When Miss comes in with boist’rous fhout, By empty chirping not attain'd, And drops no curtsey going out,
But by laborious itudy gain'd. Depend upon 't, mamma is one
Go, read the authors Pope explodes; Wl0 reads, or drinks too much alone,
Fathom the depths of Cibber's odes; If bottled beer her thirst assuage,
With modern plays improve thy wit; She feels enthusiastic rage,
Read all the learning Henley writ; And burns with ardour to inherit
And if thou needs must fing, sing then, The gifts and workings of the spirit.
And emulate the ways of men ; I learning crack her giddy brains,
So thalt thou grow, like me, refind, No remedy but death remains.
And bring improvement to thy kind. Sum up the various ills of life,
Thou wretch, the little warbler cried, And al! are sweet to such a wife.
Made up of ignorance and pride! At home superior wit the vaunts,
Alk all the birds, and they'll declare And twits her husband with his wants; A greater blockhead wings not air. Her ragged offspring all around,
Read o'er thyself, thy talents scan, Like pigs, are wallowing on the ground; Science was only meant for man. Inpatient ever of contronl,
No senseless authors me moleft, She knows no order but of foul;
I mind the duties of my neft ; With books her litter'd foor is spread, With careful wing protect my young, Of nameless authors, never read;
And chcer their evenings with a song: Foul linen, petticoats, and lace,
Make thort the weary traveller's way, Fill up the intermediate space.
And warble in the poet's lay. Abroad, at visitings, her tongue
Thus, following nature and her laws, Is never still, and always wrong; .
From men and birds I claim aphlaufe ; All meanings she defines away,
While nurs`d in pedant.y and tiuit, And stands with truth and sense at bay. An Owl is (corn d alike by both.
If e'er the meets a gentle heart, Skill'd in the housewife's useful art,
$323. FABLE xiv. The Sparrow and ibe Da Who makes her family her care,
It wils, as le rn'd tradiuons say, And builds contentment's temple there, Upon an April's blitherome day, Sie starts at luch mistakes in nature,
When pleasure, ever on the wing, And cries, Lord help us! what a creature ! Return'd, companion of the spring, Melilla, if the moral strike,
And cheer'd the birds with an'rous heat, You'll find the fable not unlike.
Initructing little heart; to beat ; An Owl, puff'd up with self-conceit, A Sparrow, frolic, gay, and young, Lovd learning better than his meat; of bold address, and flippant tongue, Old manuscripts he treatur'd up,
Just left his lady of a night, And rummag'd ev'ry grocer's thop;
Like him to follow new delight. At pastry-cooks was known to ply,
The youth, of many a conquest vain, And strip for science ev'ry pye.
Flew of' to seek the chirping train; For modern poetry, and wit,
The chirping train he quickly found, He had read all that Blackmore writ;
And with a faucy cafe bow'd round. So intimate with Curl was grown,
For ev'ry the his bosom burns, His learned treasures were his own ;
And this and that he wous by turns ; To all his authors had access,
And here a ligh, and there a bill; And sometimes would correct the
And here--those eyes, so form’d to kill! In logic he acquir'd fuch knowledge, And now, with ready tongue, he strings You i swear him fellow of a college ; Unneaning, foft, retiftlers things; Alike to ev'ry art and science
With vows and dem-me's kill'd to woo, Plis daring genius bid dcfiance,
Ay other pretty fellowa do,
SACRED AND MORÁ Ľ.
And, life, what art thou without love!
Our hero, who had heard apart,
But quickly, with disdain, suppress'd
The virtue rising in his breast;
And first he feign'd to laugh aloud;
And next, approaching smild and bowd:
Madam, you must not thiuk me rude;
Good manners never can intrude;
(Upon my soul a charming creature !)
Are these the comforts of a wife?
This careful, cloister'd, moping life?
s rudeness !-l'll assure ye ! Is measur'd to thy want of skill ;
That good old-faíbion'd dame, thy mother, - you guess where to follow. Has taught thy infant years no other : Irisb as know the party let,
Tlre greatest ill in the creation es to declare they met;
Is sure the want of education.
But think ye--tell me without feigning-
Have all these charms no farther meaning?
Dame nature, if you don't forget her,
Miglit teach your ladyship much better.
For ihame! reject this mean employment;
Enter the world and talte enjoyment,
Where time by circling blits we meafure;
Beauty was formd alone for pleasure:
Come, prove the blessing, follow me,
Be wife, be happy, and be free.
Kind Sir; replied our matron chaste,
Your zeal seems pretty much in halte;
I own, the fondness to be blest
Is a deep thirst in ev'ry breast;
of blessings too I have my store,
Then prove the change to be expedient,
And think me, Sir, your moit obedient.
Here turning, as to one inferior,
Our gallant spoke, and smild superior :
Methinks, to quit your boasted station
Requires a world of hesitation;
Where brats and bonds are held a blessings
The case, I doubt, is past redressing.
Were the mere fruits of my invention,
You 've cause sufficient for your carriages
In Aying from the curse of marriage ;
That ly decoy, with varied snares,
That takes your widgeons in by pairs;
Alike to husband and to wife, **?wlich alone I live,
The cure of love, and bane of life;
The only method of forecasting,
To make misfortune firm and lasting;
Unpardon'u through a life's repentance.
A common tail to diff'rent heads,
by draging each a different way.
of all the ills that may attend me,
Tim whom men and birds obey,
It had ev'ry pow'r to bless :
Give ine frank nature's wild demesne, The Source of endless good above And boundless tract of air lerene,
Shot down his fpark of kindling love; Where fancy, ever wing for change, Touch'd by the all erilivening Name, Delights to sport, delights to range:
Then motion first exulting came; There, Liberty! to thee is owing.
Each atom fought its lep'rate class Whate'er of bliss is worth bestowing: Through many a fair enamour'd mals; Delights still varied, and divine,
Love cast the central charın around, Sweet goddess of the hills ! are thine, And with eternal nuptials bound.
What say you now, you pretty pink, you? Then forni and order o'er the sky Have I for once spoke reason, think you?
First train 'd their bridal pomp on high; You take me now for no romancer
The fun display'd his orb to light, Come, never study for an answer!
And burnt with lıymeneal light. Away, cast ev'ry care behind ye,
Hence nature's virgin-womb conceivd And fly where joy alone thall find ye. And with the genial burden heav'd ;
Soft yet, return'd our female fencer; (Forth came the oak, her first-born heir, A question more, or so—and then, Sir. And scal'd the breathing steep of air ; You 've rallied me with lense exceeding,
Then infant Items of various use, With much fine wit, and better breeding;
Imbib'd her soft maternal juice; But pray, Sir, how do you contrive it? The flow'rs, in early bloom disclos’d, Do those of your world never wive it? Upon her fragrant breast repos'd; “No, no." How then? “Why, dare I tell? Within her warm embraces grew “ What does the bus'ness full as well." A race of endless form and hue: Do you ne'er love? “An hour at leasure." Then pour'd her le Ter offspring round, Have you no friendships? “Yes, for pleasure." And fondly cloth'd their parent ground. No care for litile ones? “We get 'em;
Nor here alone the virtue reignid, “The rest the mothers mind and let 'em." By matter's cumb’ring form detain'd;
Thou, wretch, rejoin'd the kindling Dove, But thence, fubliming and refind, Quite lost to life, as lost to love !
Aspir'd, and reach'd its kindred Mind. Whene'er misfortune comes, how just! Caught in the fond celestial fire, And come misfortunes surely must.
The mind perceiv'd unknown desire; In the dread season of dismay,
And now with kind effusion flow'd, In that your hour of trial, say,
And now with cordial ardours glow'd, Who then shall prop your linking heart? Beheld the sympathetic fair, Who bear affli&tion's weightier part? And lov'd its own resemblance there;
Say, when the black-bow'd welkin bends, On all with circling radiance Thone, And winter's gloomy form impends, But cent’ring fix'd on one alone; To mourning turns all transient cheer, There ciafpå the heaven-appointed wife, And blasts the melancholy year;
And doubled every joy of life. For times at no persuasion stay,
Here ever blessing, ever bleft Nor vice can find perpetual May;
Relides this beauty of the breast; Then where 's that tongue by folly fed, As from his palace here the god That soul of pertness whither fied?
Still beams effulgent bliss abroad; All fhrunk within thy lonely nest,
Here gems his own eternal round, Forlorn, abandon'd, and unbleft.
The ring by which the world is bounde No friends, by cordial bonds allied,
Here bids his seat of empire grow, Shall seek thy cold unsocial fide;
And builds his little heaven below. No chirping prattlers to delight,
The bridal partners thus allied, Shall turn the long-enduring night;
And thus in sweet accordance tied, No bride her words of balm impart,
One body, heart, and spirit live, And warm thee at her constant heart. Enrich'd by ev'ry joy they give; Freedom, restrain'd by reason's force,
Like echo, from her vocal hold, Is as the sun's unvarying course;
Return d in music twenty-fold. Benignly active, sweetly bright,
Their union, firm and undecay'd, Affording warnith, affording light;
Nor time can shake, nor pow'r'invade; But, torn from virtue's facred rules,
But, as the stem and scion stand Becoms a comet, gaz'd by fools,
Ingrafted by a skiliul hand, Foreboding cares, and storms, and strife, They check the tempest's wint'ry rage, And fraught with all the plagues of life. And bloom and strengthen into age.
Thon tool! by union ev'ry creature A thousand amities unknown, Subfifts, through aniversal nature;
And pow'rs perceiv'd by love alone, And this, to beings void of mind,
Endearing looks and chaftc desire, Is wedlock of a meiner kind.
Fan and fupport the mutuai fire; While womb'd in space, primæval clay Whose flanie, perpetual as refin'd, A yet uníathion'd embryo lay,
Is fed by an immortal mind,
Nor ver se nuptial fanction ends: Me too to your protection take,
And spare me for my husband's sake..
Let one unruffled, calm delight : true to its celestial head.
The loving and belov'd unite; is sze, irit fpringing from above,
One pure desire our bosoms warm, Baumes the source of life and love,
One will direct, one with inform; led gives lis fuial heir to How
Through life, one mutual aid sustain ; foteca down on fons below:
In death, one peaceful grave contain. Tradis one continued tide,
While swelling with the darling theme, Totat skremeit verge they glide; Her accents pour'd an endless stream, Wielizéred itreams on either hand, The well-known wings a found impart, Bara fata in blessings o'er the land. That reach'd her ear, and touch'd her heart;
The rretch! no lisping babe shall name, Quick dropp'd the music of her tongue, Sadurning brother claim,
And forth with eager joy she sprung. Wonen on thy fight rejoice,
As swift her ent'ring consort flew, Ko stes greet thy' entoring voice ;
And plum'd, and kindled at the view; We parzial eyes no parent see,
Their wings, their souls, embracing meet, As Bets their years restor'd in thee. Their hearts with answering measure beat; kage rejected or declin’d,
Half lost in secret sweets, and bless'd & sea eres among thy kind,
With raptures felt, but ne'er express'd. Tx artaer of thy scorn d embrace
Straight to her humble roof the led Sail play the wanton in thy face;
The partner of her spotless bed; Inc park uoplume thy little pride,
Her young, a flutt'ring pair, arise, taip fly thy faithless fide.
Their welcome sparkling in their eyes; Tractall like thy carcase rot,
Transported, to their fire they bound, Locesipurn'd, in death forgot.
And hang with speechless action round. A3-pg Pow'r
! great Source of life ! In pleasure wrapt the parents stand, Oba te parent, hear the wife !
And see their little wings expand; The list thou len jest from above,
The fire his life-sustaining prize Teagh little , make it large in love;
To each expecting bill applies, od sy feeling heart expand
There fondly pours the wheaten spoil, To try claim, on ev'ry hand;
With transport giv'n, tho' won with toil; To the from whom my days í drew,
While all-collected at the fight, Ieste in whom those days renew,
And filent through fupreme delight, To iz ka, however wide,
The fair high heaven of bliss beguiles, La cordal vetth as blood allied,
And on her lord and infants smiles. To friends with fcely fetters twind,
The Sparrow, whose attention hung And to the cred, not unkind!
Upon the Dove's enchanting tongue, Bat shiel the ord of my desire,
Of all his little nights disarm’d, My k oteli , my foul, my fire,
And from himself by virtue charm'd, Frants, cidren, all that with can claim,
When now he saw what only seem'd
A fact, so late a fable deem'd,
His hours of folly to the wind; as my length of life employ
In secret with a Turtle too, Tygr my fole enjoyment joy.
And, fighing to himself, withdrew. we let mutual love excite, In my cares to his delight;
§ 324. FABLE xv. The Female Seducers, as a'y needless blessing spare,
'Tis laid of widow, maid, and wife, Tera my darling wants a Mare.
That honour is a woman's life; be with graceful action woos,
Unhappy sex! who only claim had rectly bills, and fondly coos,
A being in the breath of fame; 'sck me, to bis eyes alone,
Which, tainted, not the quick'ning gales va tarms attractive as his own;
That sweep Sabæa's spicy vales, And a my circling wings caress'd,
Nor all the healing sweets restore, Gare di te lover to my breaft.
That breathe along Arabia's shore. Then a car chaste connubial bed,
The traveller, if he chance to stray,
May turn uncensur'd to his way;
peace around his temples twine, But woman no redemption knows, had ove bim with a love like mine.
The wounds of honour never close. And, for I know his gen'rous flame, Tho' distant ev'ry hand to guide, beyond whate'er my sex can claim,
Nor skillid on life's tempestuous tide,
If once her feeble bark recede,
A stream call'd Life, across it glides, Or deviate from the course decreed,
And equally the land divides; In vain the feeks the friendless thore,
And here, of vice the province lies; Her switter folly flies before!
And there the hills of virtue rise. The circling ports against her close,
Upon a mountain's airy ftand, And shut the wand'rer from repose;
Whofe lumnit look'd to either land, Till, by confli&ting waves oppressid,
An ancient pair their dwelling chole, Her found’ring pinnace links to rest. As well for prospect as repole ; Are there no otferings to atone
For mutual faith they long were famd; For but a single error? -None.
And Teinp’rance and Religion nam di Tho'woman is avow'd, of old,
A num'rous progeny divine Nay daughter of celestial mould,
Confess'd the honours of their line, Her temp'ring not witliout allay,
But in a little daughter fair And form'd but of the finer clay,
Was center'd more than half their care; We challenge from the morial dame
For Heaven to gratulate her birth, The strength angelic natures claim; Gave signs of future joy to earth; Nay more--for lacred stories tell,
White was the robe this infant wore, That even immortal anges fell.
And Chaltity the name she bore. Whatever fills the teeming sphere
As now the maid in ftature grew Of humid earth, and ambient air,
(A flow'r just op'ning to the view) With varying elements endued,
Oft through her native lawns the itray'd; Was form'd to fall, and rise renew'd, And wretiling with the lambkins play'd ; The stars no fix'd duration know i
Her looks difiufive sweets bequeath'd, Wide oceaiks ehh, again to flow;
The breeze grew purer as the breath'd; The moon repletes her waving face,
The morn her radiant blush aflum'd, All beauteous froin her late disgrace; The Ipring with earlier fragrance bloom'd; And suns, that :nourn approaching night, And nature yearly took delight, Refulgent rise with new-born light.
Like her to dre's the world in white.. In vain may death and time fubdue;
But when her riting form was seen While nature mints her race anew;
To reach the crisis of fifteen, And holds fome vital (park apart,
Her parents up the mountain's head Like virtue, hid in ev'ry heart.
With anxious step their darling led; 'Tis hence reviving warmth is seen,
By turns they firatch'd her to their breaf, To clothe a naked world in green.
And thus the fears of age exprels'd: No longer barr’d by winter's cold,
O joyful caule of many a care ! Again the gates of life unfold;
O daugiter too divinely fair! Again each infe&t tries his wing,
Yon world, on this important day, And lifts freth pinions on the Ipring;
Demands thee to a dang'rous way; Again from ev'ry latent root
A painful journey all must go, The bladed item and tendril moot;
Whose doubted period none can know; Exhaling incense to the skies,
Whole due direction who can find, Again to perili, and to rise.
Where reason's mute, and lente is blind? And inult weak woman then disown Ah, udiat unequal leaders there, The change to which a world is prone ? Thro' such a wide, perplexing maze! an one meridian brightnets thine,
Then mark the warnings of the wife. And ne'er like ev'ning suns decline? And learn what love and years advile. Resolv'd and firm alone? Is this
Far to the right thy prospect bend, What we demand of woman i-- Yes. Where yonder tow'ring hills ascend; But thould the spark ot veital fire
Lo! there the arduous path 's in view In fome unguarded hour expire;
Which Virtue and her sons pursue; Or should the nightly thief invade
With toil o'er less'ning earth they rise; Ilelperia's chaste and sacred thade,
And gain, and gain upon the skies. Of all the blooming spoil pofleis'd,
Narrow 's the way her children tread, The dragon Honour charm’d to rest, No walk for pleasure smoothly tpread; Shall virtue's fame no more return?
But rough, and difficult, and steep, No more with virgin fplendour burn? Painful to climb, and hard to keep. No more the ravag d garden blow
Fruits immature those lands diipense; With spring's fucceeding bloßom?--No. A food indelicate to tense, Pity may mourn, but not restore ;
Of taste unpleasant: vet from those And woman falls--to rise no more!
Pure l'ealtli, with cheerful vigour, flows; Within this fublunary sphere
And strength unfeeling of decay, A country lies-no matter where;
Throughout the long laborious way. The clime may readily be found
Hence, as tiey scule that heavenly road, By all who trcad poctic ground;
Each limb is ligliten'd of its Icad;