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Through all the town his art they prais'd; I see you vig'rous, strong, and bold; His custom grew, his price was rais'd.

I hear with joy your triumphs told. Had he the real likeness thewn,

'Tis not from Cocks thy fate I dread; Would any man the picture own?

But let thy ever-wary tread But when thus happily he wrought,

Avoid yon well; the fatal place
Each found the likeness in his thought.

Is fure perdition to our race.
Print this my counsel on thy breast;

To the just gods I leave the rest.
$ 154. Fable XIX. The Lion and the Cub. He thank'd her care; yet day by day

His bosom burn'd to disobey; HOW fond are men of rule and place,

And cv'ry time the well he faw, Who court it from the mean and base!

Scorn'd in his heart the foolish law : These cannot bear an equal nigh,

Near and more near each day he drew, But from superior merit fly.

And long'd to try the dang'rous view. They love the cellar's vulgar joke,

Why was this idle charge ? he cries ; And lose their hours in ale and smoke.

Let courage female fears despise ; There o'er fome petty club preside;

Or did the doubt my heart was brave, So poor, fo paltry is their pride!

And therefore this injunction gave? Nay, ev'n with fools wholc nights will sit,

Or does her harvest store the place, In hopes to be fupreme in wit.

A treasure for her younger race ? If these can read, to these I write,

And would she thus my search prevent? To set their worth in trueft light.

I stand resolv'd, and dare th'cvent. A Lion-cub, of fordid mind,

Thus faid, he mounts the margin's round, Avoided all the lion-kind;

And pries into the depth profound. Fond of applause, he fought the feasts

He stretch'd his neck; and from below, Of vulgar and ignoblc beasts;

With stretching neck, advanc'd a foe: With alles all his time he spent;

With wrath his ruffl'd plumes he rcars,
Their club's perpetual president.

The foe with ruffl'd plumes appears :
He caught their manners, looks, and airs : Threat answer'd threat, his fury grew;
An ass in ev'ry thing but ears !
If c'er his Highness meant a joke,

Hcadlong to meet the war he few;

But when the wat'ry death he found,
They grinn’d applause before he spoke; He thus lainented as he dro'vn'd:
But at each word what thouts of praise !

I ne'er had been in this condition,
Good Gods! how natural he brays!

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

§ 156. Fable XXI. The Rat-Catcher and Cats. His Highness brays; the Lion starts : Puppy, that curs'd vociferation

THE Rats by night such inifchief did, Betrays thy life and conversation :

Betty was ev'ry morning chid : Coxcombs, an ever-noisy race,

They undermin'd whole sides of bron; Are trumpets of their own disgrace.

Her cheefe was sapp'd, her tarts were taken; Why so fevere? the Cub replies;

Her pasties, fenc'd with tiriskeft paftu, Our fenate always held me wise.

Were all deinolith'd and la: I wa'te. How weak is pride! returns the fire ;

She curs'd'the Cat for wan' of dry, All fools are vain when fools admire!

Who left her foes a constant booty. But know, what stupid asses prize,

An Engineer of noted skill Lions and noble beasts despise.

Engag’d to stop the gi wing ill.

From room to room he now survevs

Their haunts, their works, their secret ways; $ 155. Fable XX. The Old Hen and the Cock. And whence their nightiy sally's isade.

Finds where they 'scape an ambuscade,
RESTRAIN your child; you'll soon believe, An envious Cat, from place to place,

The text which says, We sprung from Eve.' Unseen, attends his lent pace.
As an Old Hen led forth her train,

She saw that, if his trade went on,
And fcem'd to peck to show the grain ;

The purring race must be undone ;
She rak'd the chaff, she scratch'd the ground, So secretly removes his baits,
And gleand the spacious yard around;

And ev'ry stratagem Jofuats.
A giddy chick, to try her wings,

Again he sets the poiton'd toils,
On the well's narrow margin 1prings,

And Puss again the labour foils.
And prone she drops. The mother's brcast What foe (to frustrate my defi:ns)
All day with forrow was posseft.

My schemes thus nighily countermines ?
A Cock she met ; her fon the knew,

Incens'd, he cries : “ this very hour And in her heart affection grow.

“ This wretch thall b!ccd hencath my pow'r." My son, says she, ! grant your years

So faid, a pond'rous trap he brought; Have reach'd beyond a mother's cares.

And in the fact poor Puls was caught.

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“Smuggler," says he, “ thou shalt be made The Goat, impatient for applause, “ A victun to our loss of trade."

Swift to the neighb’ring hill withdraws; The captive Cat, with piteous Iews, The Shaggy people grinn'd and stard : For pardon, life, and ficedom sues.

• Heighday! what's here without a beard !" • A lifter of the science spare;

• Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace? . One int’reft is our common care.'

What envious hand hath robb’d your face? “ What infolence!" the man reply'd;

When thus the fop, with smiles of scorn, * Shall Cats with us the game divide

“ Are beards by civil nations worn ? “ Were all your interloping band'

E'en Muscovites have mow'd their chins. Extinguish’d, or expellid the land,

Shall we, like forınal Capuchins, " We Rat-catchers might raise our fecs, Stubborn in pride, retain the mode, “ Sole guardians of a nation's cheese!" And bear about the hairy load! A Cat who saw the lifted knife,

Whenc'er we thto' the village stray, Thus (poke, and sav'd her sister's life :

Are we not mock'd along the way; • In ev'ry age and clime, we fee

Insulted with loud fhouts of scorn, « Two of a trade can ne'er agree.

By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn?” • Each hates his neighbour for encroaching; 'Were you no more with Goats to dwell, • 'Squire ftigmatises 'fquire for poaching; Brother, I grant you reason well, • Beauties with beauties are in arms,

Replies a bearded chief. Beside, • And scandal pelts each others charms;

If boys can mortify thy pride, Kings too their neighbour kings dethrone, How wilt thou stand the ridicule • In hope to make the world their own.

Of our whole flock Affected fool! “But let us limit our desires;

Coxcombs, distinguish'd froin the rest, • Not war like beauties, kings, and 'fquires ;

To all but coxcombs are a jeft.' • For tho' we both one prey pursue, There's game enough for us and you.',

$ 158. Fable XXIII. The Old Woman and her Cats, § 157. Fable XXII. The Goat without a Beard. WHO friendship with a knave hath made,

Is judg'd a partner in the trade. 'T'S certain, that the modifh passions The matron who conducts abroad

Defcend among the crowd, like fashions. A willing nymph, is thought a bawd; Excuse me then, if pride, conceit

And if a modest girl is seen (The manners of the fair and great)

With one who cures a lover's spleen, I give to monkies, afles, bogs,

We guess her not extremely nice, Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and dogs. And only with to know her price. I fay' that these are proud: what then?

-Tis thus that on the choice of friends I never said they equal men.

Our good or evil name depends. A Goat (as vain as Goat can be)

A wrinklid Hag, of wicked fame, Affected fingularity.

Beside a little smoky flame, Whene'er a thymy bank he found,

Sat hov’ring, pinch'd with age and frost : He rolled upon the fragrant ground;

Her shrivel'd ñands, with veins emboss'd, And then with fond attention stood,

Upon her knees hier weight fuftains, Fix d o'er his image in the flood.

While pally thook her crazy brains : I hate ny frowzy beard,” he crics; Shc mumbles forth her hackward pray'rs, My youth is lost in this dilguise.

An untam'd scold of fourscore years. “ Did not the females know my vigour, About her swarm'd a num'rous brood Well might they loath this rev'rend figure.” Of Cats, who lank with hunger mewid. Refolv'd to smooth his shaggy face,

Teaz'd with their cries, her choler grew; Hc Tought the barber of the place.

And thus the sputter'd : • Hence ye crew. A flippant monkey, spruce and sinart,

Fool that I was, to entertain Hard by, profete'd the dapper art;

Such iinps, fuch fiends, a hellish train ; His pole with peiter batons hung;

Had ye been never hous'd and nurs’d, Black rotten tech in order strung;

I for a witch had ne'er been curs'd.
Rang'd cups thai in the window ltood,

To you I owe that crowds of boys
Lind with redrags, to look like blood, Worry me with eternal noise ;
Did well hi, threefold trade explain;

Straws laid across, my pace retard; +
Who thavid, drew teeth, and breath'd a vein. The horse-shoe's nail'd (cach threthold's guard)
The goat he welcomes with an air,

The stunted broom the wenches hide,
And seats him in his wooden chair :

For fear that I should up and ride;
Niouth, nose, and cheek, the lather hides : They stick with pins my bleeding seat,
Light, smooth, and fivift, the razar glides. And bid me show my secret teat.
, I hope your custom, Sir,' tavs pug;

“ To hcar you prate would vex a saint ; • Sure never face as half fo finug.

Who hath most reason of complaius?"

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Replics a Cat.“ Let's come to proof : Good Gods! 'tis like a rolling river,
Had we ne'er stary'd beneath your roof, That murm'ring flows, and flows for ever!
We had, like others of our race,

Ne'er tir’d, perpetual discord sowing!
In credit liv'd, as beasts of chace.

Like fame, it gathers strength by going.” *Tis infamy to serve a hag;

• Heighday!' the flippant tongue rcplies, Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag i • How folemn is the fool, how wife ! And boys against our lives combine,

Is nature's choicest gift debarr'd? Because 'uis said, your cats have ninc.”

Nay, frown not, for I will be heard.

Women of late are finely ridden; $ 159. Fable XXIV. The Butterfly and Snail. A Parrot's privilege forbidden !

You praise his talk, his squalling fong;
LL upstarts insolent in place,
AY

But wives are always in the wrong!'
Remind us of their vulgar race,
As, in the funshine of the inorn,

Now reputations Acw in pieces,

Of mothers, daughters, aunts, and nieces : A Butterfly (but newly born)

She ran the Parrot's language o'er, Sat proudly perking on a rose,

Bawd, hussy, drunkard, Nattern, whore; With pert conceit his bofom glows;

On all the sex the vents her fury; His wings (all glorious to behold)

Tries and condemns without a jury.
Bedrope with azure, jet, and gold,

At once the torrent of her words
Wide he displays; the Spangled dew
Reflects his eyes, and various huc.

Alarm'd cat, monkey, dogs, and birds;

All join their forces to confound her;
His now-forgotten friend, a Snail,
Beneath his house, with simy trail,

Puss Ipits, the monkey chatters round her; Crawls o'er the grass ; whom, when he spies,

The yelping cur her heels assaults; In wrath he to the gard'ner cries,

The magpye blabs out all her faults;

Poll, in the uproar, from his cage, “ What means yon peasant's daily toil, With this rebuke out-scream'd her rage : From choaking weeds to rid the soil?

A Parrot is for talking priz'd, Why wake you to the morning's care?

But prattling women are despis'd. Why with new arts correct the year ?

She who attacks another's honour Why glows the peach with crimson hue ?

Draws ev'ry living thing upon her. And why the plumb's inviting bluc ?

Think, Madam, when you stretch your lungs, Were they to feast his taste design'd,

That all your neighbours too have tongues ; That vermin of voracious kind

One Nander must ten thousand get Crush then the slow, the pilf'ring race; The world with int’rest pays the debt. So purge thy garden from disgrace.”

• What arrogance !' the Snail reply'd; • How infolent is upstart pride!

§ 161. Fable XXVI. The Cur and the Mastiff. Had'ít thou not thus, with insult vain, Provok'd my patience to complain,

A SNEAKING Cur, the master's 1py, I had conceal'a thy meaner birth,

Rewarded for his daily lye, Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth.

With secret jealousies and fears For scarce nine funs have wak'd the hours,

Set all together by the cars. To fwell the fruit and paint the flow'rs,

Poor Puss to-day was in disgrace ; Since I thy humbler life lurvey'd,

Another cat fupply'd her place; In base and sordid guise array'd ;

The Hound was beat, the Mastiff chid, A hideous infect, vile, unclean,

The Monkey was the room forbid ; You dragg'd a now and noisome train;

Each to his dearest friend grew Thy, And from your spider-bowels drew

And none could tell the reason why. Foul film, and spun the dirty clue.

A plan to rob the house was laid ; I own my humble life, good friend;

The thief with love seduc'd the maid ; Snail was I born, and Snail shall end.

Cajol'd the Cur, and strok'd his head, And what's a Butterfly? At best

And bought his secrecy with bread. He's but a catterpillar drest;

He next the Mastiff's honour try'd; And all thy race (a num'rous feed)

Whose honest jaws the bribe dety'd.

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 $ 160. Fable XXV. The Scold and the Parrot. The master took his information. HE husband thus reprov'd his wife : Hang him, the villain's curs'd, he cries;

And round his neck the halter ties. Art thou the herald of disgrace,

The Dog his humble suit preferr'd, Denouncing war to all thy race ?

And begg'd in justice to be heard. Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage,

The master fat. On cither hand Which spares no friend, nor fex, nor age ? The cited Dogs confronting stand; That vixen tongue of your's, my dear,

The Cur the bloody tale relates, Alarms our neighbours far and near.

And, like a lawyer, aggravates.

Judge

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Judge not unheard, the Mastiff cry'd, $ 163. Fable XXVIII. The Perfan, the Sun, But weigh the caule of cither side.

and the Cloud. Think not that treach’ry can be just; Take not informers words on trust;

there a bard whom genius fires, IS

Whose ev'ry thought the God inspires ? They ope their hand to ev'ry pay,

When Envy reads the nervous lines, And you and me by tuins betrav.

She frets, the rails, the raves, the pines; He spoke. And all the truth appearid :

Her hilling fnakes with venom fucll;
The Cur was hang'd, the Maftiff clear’d.

She calls her venal train from hell:
The servile fiends her nod obey,

And all Curl's authors are in pay. $ 162. Falle XXVII. The Sick Man and the Fame calls up calumny and spite; Angel.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

As proftrate to the God of day, IS there no hope ? the Sick Man said. With heart devout, a Persian lay, The silent doctor fhook his head,

His invocation thus begun : And took his leave with signs of sorrow,

Parent of light, all-seeing Sun,
Detpairing of his fee to-morrow,

Prolific beam, whose rays dispense
When thus the Mai, with gasping breath : The various gifts of Providence,
I feel the chilling wound of death :

Accept our praise, our daily pray'r,
Since I must bid the world adieu,

Smile on our fields, and bless the year! Let me my foriner life review.

A Cloud, who mock'd his grateful tongue, I grant, my bargains well were made,

The day with sudden darknels hung; But all men over-reach in trade;

With pride and envy firellid aloud, 'Tis felf-defence in each profesion :

A voice thus thunder d from the Cloud : Sure, felf-defence is no transgression.

Weak is this gaudy God of thine, The little portion in my hands,

Whom I at will forbid to shine.
By good security on lands,

Shall I nor vows nor incense know?
Is well increas'd.
If, unawares,

Where praise is due, the praise beftow.
Nly justice to myself and heirs

With fervent zcal the Persian mov'd, Hith let my debtor rot in jail,

Thus the proud calumny reprovid: For want of good sufficient bail;

It was that God, who claims my pray'r, If I bv writ, or bond, or deed,

Who gave thee birth, and rais'd thee there; Reduc'! a family to need,

When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, Mwill hath made the world ainends;

Thy substance is but plainer shown. My hope on charity depends.

A pailing gale, a puff of wind, When I am number'd with the dead,

Dilpels thy thickeit troops combin'd. And all my pious gifts are read,

The gale arose; the vapour, tost B; heav'n and carth 'twill then be known,

(The sport of winds) in air, was lost. My charities were amply shown.

The glorious orb the day refines;
An Argel camne. Ah friend! he cry'd, Thus envy breaks, thus merit shines.
No inore in flati’ring hope contide.
Can thy good deeds in former times
Outweigh the balance of thy crimes ?

§ 164. Favle XXIX. The Fox at the point of What widow or wiat orphan prays

Death. To crown thy life with length of days ?

FOX in life's extreme decay, A pious action'; in thv pow'r,

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Weak, fick, and faint, expiring lay; Embrace with joy trse haypy hour.

All aşpetite had left his maw, Now, while you siuw the vital air,

And age diların'd his mumbling jaw. Prove your intention is fincerc.

His num'rous race around him stand, This instant give a hursdred pound;

To learn their dring fire's command : Your neigiibours want, and you abound. He rais'd his head with whining moan,

But why such basic, the Sick Man whines; And thus was heard the fecblc tone : Who kroivs as yet what Heav'n deligns ? Ah, fous! from evil ways depart; Perhaps I may recover itill;

My crimes lie heavy on my heart. That luin and more are in mv will.

Sce, fee, the murder'd geefc appear! Fool, says the Vision, now 'ris plain, Why are those bleeding turkies there? Your life, your soul, your heav'n was gain. Why all around this cackling train, From ev'ry side, with all your voight,

Who haunt my ears for chickens Nain? You fcrap'd, and Icrap'd beyond your right; The hungry Foxes round them ftard, And after death would faj: atone,

And for the promis'd feast prepar'd. By giving what is not your own.

W'hcre, Sir, is all this dainty cheer? While there is life there's hopes, he cry'd ; Nor turkev, goofe, nor hen is here. Then why such hafte? So groan'd, and dy'd. These are the phantoms of your brain,

And your fons lick their lips in vain.

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I might have guess'd, the Partridge said, The place where you were train’d and fed ; Servants are apt, and in a trice Ape to a hair their master's vice. You came from court, you say, adieu : She said, and to the covey flew.

O gluttons ! says the drooping fire,
Restrain inordinate defire.
Your liqu’rish taste you shall deplore,
When peace of conscience is no more.
Does not the hound betray our pace,
And gins and guns destroy our race?
Thieves dread the searching eye of pow'r,
And never feel the quiet hour.
Old age (which few of us Thall know)
Now puts a period to my woe.
Would you true happiness attain,
Let honesty your passions rein ;
So live in credit and esteem,
And the good name you loft, redeem.

The counsel's good, a Fox replics,
Could we perform what you advise.
Think what our ancestors have done;
A line of thieves from fon to fon :
To us descends the long disgrace;
And infamy hath mark'd our race.
Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed,
Honest in thought, in word, and deed;
Whatever hen-roost is decreaft,
We thall be thought to share the feast.
The charge shall never be believ'd;
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.

Nay, then, replies the feeble Fox, (But hark! I hear a hen that clocks) Go, but be mod'rate in

your

food ; A chicken too might do me good. 165. Fable XXX. The Setting Dog and the

Partridge.
THE ranging Dog the stubble tries,

And searches ev'ry breeze that fies;
The scent grows warm; with cautious fear
He creeps, and points the covey near;
The men, in silence, far behind,
Conscious of game, the net unbind.

A Partridge, with experience wise,
The fraudful preparation spies :
She mocks their toils, alarins her brood;
The covey springs, and seeks the wood;
But ere her certain wing the tries,
Thus to the creeping Spaniel cries :

Thou fawning Nave to man's deceit,
Thou pimp of lux'ry, sneaking cheat,
Of thy whole species thou disgrace ;
Dogs shall disown thee of their race !
For if I judge their native parts,
They're born with open honest hearts ;
And ere they ferv'd man's wicked ends,
Were gen'rous foes, or real friends.

When thus the Dog, with scornful smile :
Sccure of wing, thou dar'ft revile.
Clowns are to polith'd manners blind;
How ign'rant is the rustic mind !
My worth, fagacious courtiers fee,
And to preferment rise, like me.
The thriving pimp, who beauty sets,
Hath oft enhanc'd a nation's debts :
Friend fets his friend, without regard ;
And ministers his skill reward :
Thus train’d by man, I learnt his ways,
And growing favour fcafts my days.

$ 166. Fable XXXI. The Universal Apparition. A

RAKE, by ev'ry passion ruld,

With ev'ry vice his youth had coolid;
Disease his tainted blood alfails;
His spirits droop, his vigour fails :
With secret ills at home he pines,
And, like infirm old age, declines.

As twing'd with pain he penfive fits,
And raves, and prays, and fivears by fits;
A ghastly phantom, lean and wan,
Before him rose, and thus began :

My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear;
Atrend, and be advis'd by Carc.
Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor pow'r,
Can give the hcart a chcerful hour
When health is lost. Be timely wise :
With health all taste of pleasure flies.

Thus faid, the phantom disappears,
The weary counsel wak'd his fears;
He now from all excess abstains;
With phyfic purifies his veins;
And, to procure a sober life,
Refolves to venture on a wife.

But now again the Sprite ascends;
Where'er he walks his car attends;
Insinuates that beauty's frail;
That perseverance must prevail ;
With jealousies his brain inflames,
And whispers all her lovers namcs.
In other hours she represents
His household charge, his annual rents,
Increasing debts, perplexing duns,
And nothing for his younger fons.

Strait all his thought to gain he turns,
And with the thirst of lucrc burns.
But when .poffefs'd of fortune's store,
The Spectre haunts him more and more :
Sets want and misery in view,
Bold thieves, and all the murd'ring crew;
Alarms him with eternal frights,
Infests his dreams, or wakes his nights.
How ihall he chace this hideous guest ?
Pow'r may perhaps protect his rest.
To pow'r he rose: again the Sprite
Befets him morning, noon, and night;
Talks of Ambition's tott'ring scat;
How Envy perfecutes the great ;
Of rival hate, of treach'rous friends,
And what disgrace his fall attends.

The court he quits, to fly from Care,
And seeks the pcace of rural air :
His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours ;
He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flow'rs.
But Care again his steps pursues ;
Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews,
Of plund'ring insects, snails, and rains,
And droughts that starv'd the labour'd plaire

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