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Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there : The waves in spreading circles ran,
Proteus arose, and thus began :
Came you from court? for in your mien Since thou must be my constant guest,
A self-important air is seen. Bc kind, and follow me no more ;
He frankly own'd his friends had trick'd him, For Care by right should go before.
And how he fell his party's victim.
Know, says the God, by matchless skill, 8:167. Fable XXXII. The Two. Owls and the I change to ey’ry shape at will; Spurrow.
But yet I'm told, at court you see
Those who presume to rival me.
Thus faid—a snake, with hideous trail,
Proteus extends his scaly mail. Where's the respect to wisdoin paid ?
Know, says the man, though proud in place, Our worth the Grecian sages knew;
All courtiers are of reprile race. They gave our fires the honour due ;
Like you, they take that dreadful form, They weigh'd the dignity of fowls,
Balk in the sun, and fly the storm; And pryd into the depth of Owls.
With malice hiss, with envy glote, Athens, the seat of learned fame,
And for convenience change their coat.; With gen’ral voice rever'd our name;
With new-got luftre rear their head, On merit title was conferr'd,
Though on a dunghill born and bred. And all ador'd th’Athenian bird.
Sudden the God a lion stands;
He shakes his mane, he spurns the sands;
A wolf, an ass, a fox, a bear.
Had I ne'er liv'd at court, he cries,
Such transformation might surprize ;
But there, in quest of daily game,
Each abler courtier acts the fame.
Wolves, lions, lynxes, while in place,
Their friends and fellows are their chace. And thus he nimbly vents his heat :
They play the bear's and fox's part ; Who meets a fool must find conceit.
Now rob by force, now steal with art, I grant, you were at Athens grac’d,
They sometimes in the fenate bray ; And on Minerva’s helm were plac’d;
Or chang'd again to beasts of
Down from the lion to the ape
Practise the frauds of ev'ry shape.
Now, Proteus, now (to truth compelld) Since fools as wise as you might teem.
Speak, and confess thy art excell'd. Would ye contempt and scorn avoid,
Ule strength, furprize, or what you will, Let your vainglory he destroy'd :
The courtier finds evasions ftill: Humble your arrogance of thought;
Not to be bound by any tics,
And nover forc’d to leave his lyes.
§ 169. Fable XXXIV. The Mastifs. And no keen cat find inore regard.
THOSE who in quarrels
Must often wipe a bloody nose. $ 168. Fable XXXIII. The Courtier and Proteus.
A Mastiff, of true English blood,
Lov'd fighting better than his food. WHENE’ER a courtier's out of place, When dogs were snarling for a bone,
The country thclters his disgrace; He long'd to make the war his own; Whcre, doom'd to exercise and hcalth,
And often, found (when two contend) His house and gardens own his wealth,
To interpose obtain'd his end;
The scars of honour fcam'd his face ;
And frequent fights retrench'd his ears.
As on a time he heard from far Pensive, along the winding strand
Two dogs engag'd in noify war, Finploy'd the solitary hour,
Away hc (cours, and lays about him, projects to regain his pow'r ;
Resolv'd no fray thould be without him.
Forth from his yard a tanner Aics,
But upstarts, to support their station,
Cancel at once all obligation.
§ 171. Fable. XXXVI.
Pythagoras and the Sirrah ! 'tis me you dare not bite.
Countryman. To see the battle thus perplex'd,
PYTHAG'RAS rofe at early dawn, With equal rage a butcher vex'd ;
By foaring medication drawn, Hoarse screaming from the circld crowd, To breathe the fragrance of the day. To the cursid Mastiff cries aloud :
Through flow'ry fields he took his way. Both Hockley-hole and Marybone
In muling contemplation warm, The combats of my Dog have known. His steps misled him to a farm, He ne'er, like bullies coward-hearted,
Where, on the ladder's topmost round, Attacks in public, to be parted.
A peasant stood : the hammer's found
Calls for thy honest labour, there :
My heps annoy, my turkies dread,
See on the wall his wings display'd; Then pour'd upon the meddling foe;
Here nail'd, a terror to his kind, Who, worry'd, howlid and sprawl'd below. My fowls: fhall future safety find ; He rose, and, limping from the fray,
My yard the thriving poultry feed; By both sides mangld, sneak'd away.
And my barns refufe fat the breed.
Friend, says the Sage, the doom is wisu; $ 170. Fable XXXV. The Barley Moro and But if these tyrants of the air
For public good the murd'rer dies. the Dungshill.
Demand a fontence so severe,
Think how the glutton man devours; How many faucy airs we meet
From Temple-bar to Aldgate-street ? What bloody feasts regale his hours ! Proud rogues, who shar'd the South-sca prey, O, impudence of pow'r and might, And spring like mushrooms in a day!
Thus to condemn a hawk or kite, They think it mean to condescend
When thou perhaps, carniv'rous sinner, To know a brother or a friend ;
Hadft pullets yesterday for dinner! They blul to hear their mother's name ; Hold, cry'd the Clown, with passion heated, And by their pride expose their shame.
Shall kites and men alike be treated ? As cross his yard, at carly day,
When Heav'n the world with creatures stord, A careful farmer took his way,
Man was ordain’d their sov’reign lord. He stopp'd, and leaning on his fork,
Thus tyrants boast, the Sage reply'd, Obsery'd the flail's inceffant work.
Whofe murders spring from power and pride. In thought he measur'd all his store ;
Own then, this manlike kite is slain His gcefe, his hogs, he number'd o'er :
Thy greater lux’ry to fuftain; In fancy weigh'd the feeces fhorn,
For *“ Petty rogues submit to fate,
“ That great ones may enjoy their state."
$ 172. Fable XXXVII. The Farmer's Wife and
the Kaven. To treat me with neglect and slight? Me, who contribute to your cheer,
WHY are those tears: why droops your head? And raise your mirth with ale and beer,
Is then your other husband dead?
Or docs a worse disgrace heride ;
Alas! you know the cause too well :
The salt is fpilt ; to me it fell. Meet objects here? Command it hence : Then, to contribute to my loss, A thing so mean must give offence.
My knife and fork were laid across; The humble Dunghill thus reply'd,
On Friday too! the day I dread! Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride : Would I were safe at home in bed ! Insúlt not thus the meek and low;
Last night (I vow to Heav'n 'tis true) In me thy benefactor know;
Bounce from the fire a coffin fiew, My warm assistance gave thee birth,
Next post some fatal news Arall tell : Or thou hadft perifli'd low in carth;
God send my Cornish friends be well!
Unharry * Garth's Difpenfatory.
Unhappy widow, ceasc thy tears,
Controul thy more voracious bill,
Nor for a breakfast nations kill.
§ 174. Fable XXXIX. The Frother and Jupiter. For thy defcrt I'll read my fable. Betwixt her swagging panniers load
THE Man to Jove his fuit preferred;
He begg'd a wife. His pray'r was heard. A farmer's wife to market rode,
Jove wonderd at his hold addresling : And jogging on, with thoughtful care,
For how precarious is the blefling! Suinm'd up the profits of her ware;
A wife he takes. And now for heirs When starting from her silver dream,
Again he worries Heav'n with prayers. Thus far and wide was heard her scrcam:
Jove nods affent. Two hopeful boys 'That raven on yon left-hand oak
And a fine girl reward his joys. (Curse on his ill betiding croak)
Now more solicitous he grew, Bodes me no good. No more the said.
And set their future lives in view; When poor blind Ball, with stumbling tread,
He saw that all respect and duty Fell prone ; o'erturn'd the pannier lay;
Were paid to wealth, to pow'r, and beauty, And her malh'd eggs bestrew'd the way.
Once more, he cries, accept my pray'r ; She, sprawling in the yellow road,
lov'd Rail'd, fivore, and curs'd: Thou croaking toad,
progeny thy care.
Let my first hope, my fav’rite boy,
All fortune's richest gifts enjoy.
My next with strong ambition fire:
May favour teach him to aspire ; Unclench
Till he the step of pow'r afcend,
And courtiers to their idol bend.
With ev'ry grace, with ev'ry charın,
My daughter's perfect features arm. Though all the Ravens of the hundred
If Heav'n approve, a father's bleft. With croaking had your tongue out-thunderd, Jove fimiles, and grants his full request. Sure-footed Dun had kept his legs,
The first, a miser at the heart,
Studious of ev'ry griping art,
He feels no joy, his cares increase,
In fancy'd want (a wretch complete) And blame the mote that dims their eye; He starves, and yet he darcs not cat. Each little speck and blemish find;
The next to sudden honours grew : To our own stronger crrors blind.
The thriving art of courts he knew;
He reach'd the height of pow'r and place,
Bcauty with early bloom supplies,
His daughter's cheek, and points her eyes. Draw near, my birds, the mother cries,
The vain coquette cach suit didains, This delicious fare fupplies;
And glories in her loyer's pains. Behold, the bufy Negro race :
With age the fades, cach lover Hics;
Contemn'd, forlorn, the pines and dies.
When Jove the father's grief survev'd,
And heard him Hear'n and Fate upbraid, Could we but 'scape the poultrer's knife !
Thus spoke the God :- By outward show But man, curs'd man, on Turkey preys,
Men judge of happinets and woe : And Christmas Thortens all our days :
Shall ignorance of good and ill
Dare to dircet ib'Eternal Will?
Scek virtue; and, of that pofleft,
To Providence resign the rest.
§ 175. Fable XL. The Tavo Monkies.
The fop, with learning at defiance, Bid thy own co.science look within;
Scuffs at the pedant and the science:
The Don, a formal, solemn strutter,
Upon a beam aloft he fits,
And nods, and seems to think by fits.
Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound,
And fix the fate of Europe round.
Sheaves pil'd on Theaves hid all the floor.
At dawn of morn, to view his store,
The Farmer came. The hooting guest
His self-importance thus expreft :
Reason in man is mere pretence :
How weak, how thallow is his sense!
Declares his folly, or his fpite.
The lark's, the linnet's chirping lays,
But the more knowing feather'd race
See wisdom stamp'd upon my face,
Whene'er to visit light I deign,
Like Naves, they crowd my flight behind,
And own ine of superior kind.
The Farmer laugh'd, and thus reply'd :
Thou dull important lump of pride,
Dar'st thou, with that harsh grating tongue,
Depreciate birds of warbling long?
Indulge thy spleen. Know, men and fowl
Regard thee as thou art, an Owl.
Belides, proud blockhead, be not vain
Of what thou call'At thy slaves and train.
Few follow wisdom, or her rules;
Fools in derision follow fools.
§ 177. Fable XLII. The Jugglers.
A JUGGLER long through all the town
Had rais'd his fortune and renown;
You'd think (to far his art transcends)
The devil at his fingers ends
Vice heard his fame, the read his bill;
Convinc'd of his inferior skill,
She fought his booth, and froin the crowd
Defy'd the man of art aloud :
Is this then he to fam'd for sight?
Can this flow bungler cheat your sight?
Dares he with me dispute the prizc?
I leave it to impartial eyes.
Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, 'Tis done;
In science I fubinit to none.
Thus faid, the cups and balls he plav'd;
By tums, this here, that there convey'd.
The carus, obedient to his words,
Are by a fillip turn’d to birds.
His little boxcs change the grain :
He shakes his bag, he fhcws all fait;
His fingers spread, and nothing there;
Who (like the Turk) was seldom scen, And now his iv'ry eggs are told :
But when from thence the hen he douws,
Amaz'd spectators hum applause.
Vice now stept forth, and took the place Shall we our servitude retain, With all the forms of his grimace.
Because our fires have borne the chain? This magic looking-glass, the cries, Consider, friends, your strength and might! (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes. 'Tis conquest to assert your right. Each eager eye the fight defir'd,
How cumbrous is the gilded coach! And ev'ry man himself adınir'd.
The pride of man is our reproach. Next, to a fenator addrefling,
Were we design'd for daily toil, See this bank-note; obfcrve the blessing ; To drag the ploughshare through the foil, Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone. To sweat in harness through the idad, Upon his lips a padlock thone.
To groan beneath the carrier's load ? A second puff the magic broke :
How feeble are the two-legg'd kind!
What force is in our nerves combin'd!
To foam and champ the galling bit ?
Shall haughty man my back bestride? And now two bloody swords are there! Shall the sharp spur provoke my fide ? A purse she to a thief expos’d:
Forbid it, Heav'ns ! Reject the rein; At once his ready fingers clos'd.
Your Name, your infamý disdain. his fift, the treasure's fled;
Let him the Lion first controul, He sees a halter in its stead.
And still the tyger's fainish'd growl. She bids ambition hold a wand;
Let us, like them, our freedom claim, He grasps a hatchet in his hand.
! | And make him tremble at our name. A box of charity the fhows :
A gen'ral nod approv'd the cause, Blow here (and a churchwarden blows); And all the circle neigh'd applause. Tis vanih'd with conveyance neat,
When lo! with grave and folemn pace, And on the table smokes a treat.
A Steed advanc'd before the race; She thakes the dice, the board the knocks, With age and long experience wise, And from all pockets fills her box.
Around he cast his thoughtful eves; She next a meagre rake addrest :
And, to the murmurs of the train, This picture fee; her shape, her breaft! Thus spoke the Neftor of the plain: What youth, and what inviting cycs !
When I had health and strength, like you Hold her, and have her. With surprise The toils of servitude I knew ; His hand expos'd a box of pills,
Now grateful man rewards my pains, And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills.
And gives me all these wide domains. A counter, in a miser's hand,
At will I crop the year's increase ; Grew twenty guincas at command.
My latter life is rett and peace, She bids his heir the fum retain,
I grant, to man we lend our pains, And 'tis a counter now again.
And aid him to correct the plains : A quinca with her touch, you see,
But doth not he divide the care Takes ev'ry shape but Charity ;
Through all the labours of the year! And not one thing you saw or drew,
How many thousand structures, rise, But chang'd from what was first in view. To fence us from inclement skies ! The Juggler now, in grief of heart,
For us he bears the fultry day, With this subiniffion own'd her art :
And stores up all our winter's hay. Can I fuch matchless flight withstand! He fows, he reaps the harvest's grain ; How practice hath improv'd your hand ! We share the toil, and thare the gain. But now and then I'cheat the throng;
Since ev'ry creature was decreed
To aid each other's mutual need,
And act the part by Heav'n affign'd. $ 178. Fuble XLIII. The Council of Horses. The tumult ceas'd. The Colt lubritted,
And, like his ancestors, was bitted. UPON a time, a neighing Steed
\Vho graz’d among a num'rous breed, With muliny had fir'd the train,
$179. Fable XLIV. The Hound and she Huntsman And spread diffention through the plain. On matters that concern'd the state
MPERTINENCE at firft is borne The council met, in grand debate.
With heedless fight or smiles of scorn ; A Colt, whose eye-bails Alam'd with ire, Teaź'd into wrath, what patience bears Elate with strength and youthful fire,
The noify fool who perfeveres ! In hafte ftept forth before the rest,
The morning wakes, the Huntsman sounds, And thus the list’ning throng addrest:
At once ruth forth the joyful hounds. Good gods! how abject is our race, They seek the wood with cager pace ; Condemn'd to flav'ry and difgrace !
Through buth, through brier,cxplore the chace.