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Now, scatter'd wide, they try the plain, In ev'ry love-fong roses bloom ;
And snuff the dewy turf in vain.

We lend you colour and perfume.
What care, what industry, what pains ! Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
What univerfal filence reigns !

To found her praise on our abuse ? Ringwood, a Dog of little fame,

Must we, to flatter her, be made
Young, pert, and ignorant of game,

To wither, envy, pine, and fade ?
At once displays his babbling throat;
The pack, regardless of the note,
Pursue the scent; with louder strain

$ 181. Fable XLVI. The Cur, the Horse, and He still perlifts to vex the train.

the Shepherd's Dog The Hundinan to the clamour flies;

lad of all sufficient merit, The (inacking lash he smartly plies.

With modefty ne'er damps his fpirit ; His ribs all welk'd, with howling tone

Presuming on his own deserts, The Puppy thus express'd his moan :

On all alike his tongue exerts ; I know the music of iny tongue

His noisy jokes at random throws, Long since the pack with envy ftung:

And pertly (patters friends and foes ; What will not spite? These bitter (marts

In wit and war the bully race I owe to my superior parts.

Contribute to their own disgrace. When' puppies prate, the Huntsinan cry'd,

Too late the forward youth fhall find They thew both ignorance and pride :

That jokes are sometimes paid in kind;
Fools may our scorn, not envy raise ;

Or if they canker in the breast,
For envy is a kind of praise.
Had not thy forward noisy tongue

He makes a foe who makes a jeft.
Proclaim'd'thee always in the wrong,

A Village-cur, of snappith race, Thou mightít have minglid with the rest, The pertelt Puppy of the place, Aud nc'er thy foolish noise confeft:

Imagin'd that his treble throat But fools, to talking ever prone,

Was bleft with music's swectest note ;
Are sure to make their follics known.

In the mid road he barking lay,
The yelping nuisance of the way;

For not a crcature pass'd along, $ 180. Fable XLV. The Poet and the Rose.

But had a sample of his song.
I HATE the man who builds his name Soon as the trotting steed he hears,

He starts, he cocks his dapper ears ;
Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown,
Imagine that they raise their own.

Away he scow'rs, allaults his hoof;

Now near him fnarls, now barks aloof;
Thus scribblers, covetous of praite,
Think flander can transplant the bays.

With fhrill impertinence attends;
Beauties and bards have cqual pride;

Nor leaves hiin till the village ends. With both all rivals are decry'd.

It chanc'd, upon his evil day, Who praises Lesbia’s cyes and feature,

A Pad came pacing down the way: Must call her sister awkward ercature ;

The Cur, with never-ccasing tongue, For the kind Aatt'ry's sure to charm,

Upon the palling trav'ler sprung. When we fome other nymph disarm,

The Horse, from fcorn, provok'd to ire, As in the cool of carly day

Flung backward : — rolling in the mire, A Poet sought the sweets of May,

The Puppy howld, and blecding lay :The garden's fragrant breath asćends,

The Pad in peace pursu'd his way. And ev'ry stalk with odour bends.

A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, A Rose he pluck'd, he gaz'd, admir'd,

Dutesting the vexatious brccd, Thus singing, as the mufe inspir'd :

Bespoke him thus: When cuxcombs prate Go, Rose, my Chloe's bofom grace !

They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate : How happy should I prove,

Thy teazing tongue had judginent ty'd,
Might I supply that envy'd place

Thou hadít not, like a Puppy, dy'd.
With never-fading love !
There, Phænix-like, beneath her eye,
Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die !

§ 182. Fable XLVII. The Court of Dea: '. Know, hapless Power, that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there :

DEATH, on a folemn night of state,

In all his pomp of terror fate; I see thy with’ring head reclin'd

Th'attendants of his gloomy reign, With envy and despair !

Dilcafes dirc, of ghaftly train ! One common fate we both must prove;

Croud the vast court." With hollow to ne, You die with envy, I with love.

A voice thus thunder'd from the throne : Spare your comparisons, reply'd

This night our minifter we name, An angry Rose, who grew belide.

Let cv'ry servant (peak his claim; Of all mankind, you should not flout us : Merit shall bear this ebon wand. What can a Poet do without us ?

All, at the word, stretch'd forth their hand.


Fever, with burning heat pofTeft,

Indulge thy morn and cy'ning hours; Advanc'd, and for the wand addrest :

But let due care regard my flow'rs ; I to the weekly bills appeal,

My tulips are my garden's pride: Let those express my fervent zeal :

What vast expence those beds fupply'd ! On ev'ry slight occasion near,

The Hog by chance one morning roam'd, With violence I perfevere.

Where with new ale the vefsels foam'd: Next Gout appears, with limping pace,

He munches now the steaming grains; Pleads how he ihifts from place to place : Now with full swill the liquor drains, From head to foot how swift he flies,

Intoxicating fumes arise ; And ev'ry joint and sinew plies ;

He reels, he rolls his winking eyes ! Suill working when he leems fuppreft,

Then stagg'ring, through the garden scours, A moft tenacious stubborn guest.

And treads down painted ranks of How'rs. A haggard Spectre from the crew

With delving snout he turns the foil, Crawls forth, and thus, alerts his due : And cools his palate with the spoil. 'Tis I who taint the sweetest joy,

The Master came, the ruin spy'd; And in the Shape of love destroy:

Villain, suspend thy rage, he cry'd; My thanks, sunk eyes, and notéless face, Hast thou, thou most ungrateful fot, Prove my pretention to the place.

My charge, my only charge forgot? Stone urg'd his ever-growing force;

What, all my How'rs! No more he said, And, next, Consumptiou's meagre corse, But gaz'd, and figh’d, and hung his head. With feeble voice, that scarce was hcard,

The Hog with ttutt'ring speech returns : Broke with short coughs, his fuit preferr’d: Explain, Sir, why your anger burns. Let none object my ling’ring way,

Sec there, untouch'd your tulips ftrown; I gain, like Fabius, by delay;

For I devour'd the roots alone. Fatigue and weaken ev'ry foc

At this the Gard'ner's pallion grows; By long attack, fecure, though fow.

Froin oaths and threats he fell to blows. Plague represents his rapid pou'r,

The stubborn brute the blows fultains,
Who thinn'd a nation in an hour.

Assaults his leg, and tears his veins.
All spoke their claiin, and hop'd the wand : Ah! foolish swain, too late you find,
Now expectation huth'd the band,

That fties were for such friends design'd! When thus the monarch from the throne : " Homeward he limps with painful pace, Merit was ever modest known.,

Reflecting thus on past disgrace : What, no Physician speak his right!

Who cicrishes a brutal mate
None here! but fees their toils requite.

Shall mourn the folly, foon or late.
Let then intemp’rance take the wand,
Who fills with gold their zealous hand.
You, Fever, Gout, and all the rest

§ 184. Fable XLIX. The Man and the Ficha (Whom wary men, as foes, detest) Forego your claim; no more pratend ;

WHETHER in earth, in air, or main,

Sure ev'ry thing alive is vajn!
Incinp'rance is esteemid a friend ;

Does not the hawk all fowls survey
He shares their mirth, their social joys, As destin'd only for his prey ?
And, as a courted guest, destroys.

And do not tyrants, prouder things,
The charge on hiin mutt juftly fall,

Think men were born for llaves to kings> Who finds employment for you all.

When the crab views the pearly strands,

Or Tagus, bright with golden sands; @ 183. Fuble XLVIII. The Gardener and Hog. And hcars the ocean roll above, –

Or crawls beside the coral grove,
GARD’NER, of peculiar tafte,

Nature is too profuse, says he,
On a young Hog his favour plac'd; Who gave all these to pleasure me!
TV'ho fed not with the coinmon herd;

When bord'ring pinks and roses bloom, His tray was to tlıc hall preferr’d.

And ev'ry garden breathes perfume; He walloir'd underneath the boa:d,

When peaches glow with sunny dyes, Or in his master's chamber snor'd;

Like Laura's check when blushes rise; Who fondly strok'd him ev'ry day,

When trith huge figs the branches bend; And taught him all the puppy's play.

When clusters froin the vine depend, Where'er he went the grunting friend

Thc fuail looks round on flow'r and tree, Ne'er failid his plcasure to attend.

And crics, All these were made for me! As on a time the loving pair

What dignity's in human nature ! Walkid forth to tend the garden's che, Says Man, the most conceited creature, The Matter thus addrefs'd the Sivine :

As from a cliff he cast his eyes, My house, my garden, all is thine.

And vicw'd the fca and arched skies; On turips fcast whene'er you plcale,

The sun was funk beneath the main; And riot in my beans and peale;

The moon, and all the starry train, If the potatoe's talte delighis,

Hung the vast vault of heav'n. The Man Or the red carroi's sweet invites,

His contemplation thus began :


When I behold this glorious show,

To leave you thus might secm unkind; And the wide wat'ry world below,

But see, the Goat is just behind. The scaly people of the main,

The Goat remark'd her pulle was high, The beasts that range the wood or plain, Her languid head, her heavy eye; The wing'd inhabitants of air,

My back, says he, may do you harm; The day, the night, the various year,

The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warın. And know all these by Heav'n design'd

The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd As gifts to pleasure human kind,

His fides a load of wool sustain'd: I cannot raise my worth too high;

Said he was slow, confess'd his fears ; Of what vast consequence am 1!

For hounds eat Sheep as well as Hares. Not of th'importance you suppose,

She now the trotting Calf addrest, Replies a Flea upon his nose :

To Yave from death a friend distreft. Be humble, learn thyself to scan;

Shall I, says he, of tender age, Know, pride was never made for Man.

In this important care engage? 'Tis vanity that swells thy mind.

Older and abler pass'd you by ;
What heav'n and earth for thee design'd! How strong are those ! how wcak am I!
For thee! made only for our need,

Should I presume to bear you hence,
That more important Fleas might feed.

Those friends of mine may take offence.
Excuse me, then. You know my heart:
But dearest friends, alas! must part.

How shall we all lament! Adicu;
§ 155. Fable L. The Hare and many Friends. Tor, fee, the hounds are just in view.
FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,

Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, who many fathers share,

Fables for the Female Sex. MOORE. Hath feldom known a father's care.

§ 186. Fable 1. The Eagle and the Affembly 'Tis thus in friendship; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.

of Birds. A Hare, who in a civil way

To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales, Comply'd with ev'ry thing, like GAY, Was known by all the bestial train

THE moral lay, to beauty due, Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain.

I write, Fair Excellence, to you; Her care was never to offend ;

Well pleas'd to hope my vacant hours And ev'ry creature was her friend.

Have been employ'd to tweeten yours. As forth the went, at early dawn,

Truth under fiētion I impart, To tafte the dew-besprinkled lawn,

To weed out folly from the heart, Behind the hears the hunter's cries,

And thew the paths that lead astray And from the deop-mouth'd thunder Aies : The wand'ring nymph from wisdom's wayo She starts, she stops, the pants for breath;

I fatter none. The great and good She hears the near advance of death;

Are by their actions understood; She doubles to mislead the hound,

Your monument, if actions raise, And measures back her mazy round;

Shall I deface by idie praite ? Till, fainting in the public way,

I echo not the voice of Fame, Half-dead with fear the gasping lay.

That dwells delighted on your name ; What transport in her bofom grew

Her friendly tale, however true, When first the horse appear’d in view !

Were flatt'ry, if I told it you.. Let me, says the, your back afcend,

The proud, the envious, and the vain, And owe my safety to a friend.

The jilt, the prude, demand my strain; You know my feet betray my flight;

To these, detesting praise, I write,
To friendship ev'ry burthen's light.

And vent, in charity, my spite :
The Horse reply'd, Poor honest Puss, With friendly hand I hold the glass
It grieves my heart to see thee thus :

To all, promiscuous as they pals;
Be comforted, relief is near ;

Should Folly there her likenets view, For all your friends are in the rear.

I fret not that the mirror's true; She next the stately Bull implor'd;

If the fantastic form offend, And thus reply'd the mighty lord:

I made it not, but would amend. Since ev'ry beast alive can tell

Virtue, in ev'ry clime and age, That I fincerely with you well;

Spurns at the folly-soothing page, I may, without offence, pretend

While Satire, that offends the car To take the freedom of a friend.

Of Vice and Pallion, picafus her. Love calls me hence; a fav’rite cow

Preinising this, your anger spare, Expects me near yon barley-mow;

And claim the fable you who dare. And when a lady's in the case,

The birds in place, by fillions pressid,
You know, all other things give place.

To Jupiter their pray'rs address d;


Book I. By specious lyes the state was vexid;

BMuft fawn and flatter, cringe and lye,
Their counsels libeilers perplex'd;

And raise the goddets to the sky:
They begg'd (to stop feditious tongues) For truth is hateful to her ear;
A gracious hearing of their wrongs.

A rudeness which she cannot bear.
Jove grants the suit. The Eagle Tato

A rudeness! Yes. I speak my thoughts; Decider of the grand debate.

For truth upbraids her with her faults. The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferr'd, How wretched, Chloe, then am I, Demands permillion to be heard.

Who love you, and yet cannot lye ! Says he, Prolixity of phrase

And still, to make you lefs my friend, You know I hatc. This libel says,

I strive your crrors to amend ! “ Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, But shall the fenfeless fop impart “ Are hir'd to silence wisdom's voice;

The softest passion to your heart, “ And, skill'd to chatter out the hour,

While he, who tells you honest truth, “ Rife by their emptiness to pow'r."

And points to happiness your youth, That this is aim'd direct at me,

Determines, by his care, his lot, No doubt you'll readily agree ;

And lives neglected and forgot? Yet well this fage allembly knows,

Trust me, my dear, with greater easc, By parts to government I rose;

Your taste for fatt'ry I could please, My prudent counsels prop the itate;

And fimilies in each dull line, Magpics were never known to prate.

Like glow-worms, in the dark should shine. The Kite rose up. His honcft heart

What if I say your lips disclose
In virtue's fufl'rings bore a part.

The freshness of the op'ning rose ?
That there were birds of prey he knew ; Or that your cheeks are beds of Row'rs,
So far the libelier said true ;

Enripen'd by refreshing thow'rs? “ Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,

Yet certain as these How'rs shall fade, " Who knew no int'reft but thcir own; Time ev'ry beauty thall invade. “ Who, hov’riug o'er the farmer's yard, The butterfly, of various hue, “ Nor pigeon, chick, nor duckling ipar'd."

More than the flow'r refembles you ; Tbis miglit bư true; but if apply'd

Fair, fiutt'ring, fickle, busy thing, To him, in troth the fland'rer ly’d.

To pleasure ever on the wing ;
Since ign’rance then might be milled,

Gaily coquetting for an hour,
Such things, he thought, were best unsaid. To die, and ne'er be thought of more.

The Crow was vex’d. As yester-inorn Would you the bloom of youth thould last? He few across the new-fown corn,

'Tis virtue that must bind it fast; A screaming boy was set for pay,

An caly carriage, wholly free He knew, to drive the croirs away;

From four reserve or levity; Scandal had found him out in turn,

Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And buzz'd abroad that crows love corn.

And looks unskill'd in any art; The Owl arofe, with solemn face,

Humility, cnough to own And thus harangu'd upon the case :

The frailties which a friend makes known, That magpies prate, it may be true ;

And decent pride, enough to know A kite may be voracious too;

The worth that virtue can bestow. Crows foinctimes deal in new-lown peale;

These are the charms which ne'er decay, He libeis not who strikes at thefe ;

Tho' youth and beauty fade away; The ilander's hcrc-" But there are birds, And time, which all things else removes, “ Whose wisdom lies in looks, not words; Still heightens virtue, and improves. “ Hund'rers, who level in the dark,

You'll frown, and ask, To what intent “ And always shoot beside the mark.”

This blunt address to you is sent ? He nunes not me; but these are hints,

I'll spare the queftion, and confess Which manifeft at whom he fquints ;

I'd praise you, if I lov'd you lefs ; I were indeed that blund'ring fowl,

But rail, be angry, or complain, To qucftion if he meant an owl.

I will be rude while you are vain. Yo wretches, hence! the Eagle cries,

Beneath a lion's peaceful reign, 'Tis conscience, confciencc that applies ; When beatts met friendly on the plain, The virtuous inind takes no aların,

A panther of majestic port, Secur'd by Innocence froin harm;

(The vainest female of the court) While Guilt, and his affociate Fcar,

With spotted skin, and eyes of fire, Arc startI'd at the palling air.

Fill'd ev'ry bosom with desire.

Where'er the mov'd, a servile crowd $ 187. Fable Ir. The Parther, the Horse, of fawning creatures cring’d and bow'd: und Other Beasts.

Assemblies ev'ry week the held

(Like modern belles) with coxcombs fillid, THE man who fecks to win the fair Where noile, nonlenfe, and grimace, (So culiom fays) mult cruih förbeur ;

And Iyes árid scandal till’d the place.


Behold the gay fantastic thing,

One night, a Glow-worm, proud and vain, Encircld by the spacious ring;

Contemplating her glitt'ring train, Low-bowing, with important look,

Cry'd, Sure there never was in nature As first in rank, the Monkey spoke:

So elegant, fo fine a creature. Gad take me, madam, but I swear,

All other insects that I fee, “ No angel ever look'd so fair :

The frugal ant, industrious bee, “ Forgive my rudenefs ; but I vow,

Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ; “ You were not quite divine till now;

With all that low, mechanic crew, Those limbs! that shape! and then those eyes! Who servilely their lives employ “ O, close them, or the gazer dies !”

In bus’ness, enemy to joy. Nay, Gentle Pug, for goodness hush,

Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn; I vow and swear you make me blush ;

For grandeur only I was born; I shall be angry at this rate ;

Or sure am sprung from race divine, 'Tis so like fatt'ry, which I hate.

And plac'd on earth to live and shine. The Fox, in decper cunning vers’d,

Those lights that sparkle lo on high, The beauties of her mind rehears'd,

Are but the glow-worms of the sky; And talk'd of knowledge, taste, and sense,

And kings on earth their gems admire, To which the fair have vaft pretence !

Because they imitate my fire. Yet well he knew them always vain

She spoke. Attentive on a spray, Of what they strive not to attain ;

A Nightingale forbore his lay ; And play'd lo cunningly his part,

He saw the shining morsel near, That Pug was rivall'd in his art.

And few, directed by the glare; The Goat avuwd his am'rous flame,

A while he gaz'd with sober look, And burnt-for what he durst not name;

And thus the trembling prey bespoke: Yet hop'd a meeting in the wood

Deluded fool, with pride clate, Might make his meaning understood.

Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate : Half angry at the bold address,

Less dazzling, long thou mightít have lain She frown'd; but yet the must confess

Unheeded on the velvet plain : Such beauties might inflame his blood,

Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns, But still his phrate was somewhat rude. And Beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

The Hog her neatness much admir'd; The formal Ass her swiftness fir'd; While all to feed her folly sirove,

$ 189. Fable IV. Hymen and Death. And by their praises fhard her love.

SIXTEEN, d’ye fay? Nay then 'tis time, The Horse, whose gen'rous heart disdain'd Another year destroys your prime. Applause, by fervile flatt'ry gain’d,

But stay—the settlement !-- That's made." With graceful courage filence broke,

Why then's my simple girl afraid ?
And thus with indignation spoke:

Yet hold a moment, if you can,
When Aatt'ring monkies fawn and prate, And heedfully the fabté fcan.
They justly raise
contempt or hate ;

The shades were Aed, the inorning blush'd, For merit's turn’d to ridicule,

The winds were in thcir caverns huth'd, Applauded by the grinning fool.

When Hymen, pensive and fedate, The artful Fox your wit commends,

Held o'er the fields his musing gait. To lure you to his selfish ends;

Behind him, through the green-wood Made, From the vile flatt’rer turn away,

Death’s meagre form the god surrey'd; For knaves make friendships to betray.

Who quickly, with gigantic stride, Dismiss the train of fops and fools,

Out-went his pace, and join'd his side. And learn to live by wisdoin's rules;

The chat on various subjects ran, Such beauties might the lion warm,

Till angry Hymen thus began :
Did not your folly break the charın ;

Relentlefs Death, whose iron sway
For who would court that lovely shape, Mortal reluctant must obey,
To be the rival of an ape?

Still of thy pow'r shall I complain,
He faid, and snorting with disdain,

And thy too partial hand arraign? Spurn'd at the crowd, and fought the plain. When Ćupid brings a pair of hearts,

All over struck with cqual darts,

Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride, $ 188. Fable III. The Nightingale and Glow And cut the knot that Hymen ty’d.

Shall not the bloody and the bold,

The miser, hoarding up his gold, THE prudent nymph, whose checks disclose The harlo, recking from the stew, The lily and the blushing rose,

Alone thy fell revenge pursue ? From public view her charms will screen, But must the gentle and the kind And rarely in the crowd be feen ;

Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find? This simple truth thall kcep her wise,

The monarch calmly thus reply'd, " The fairest fruits attract whic flies."

Wcigh well the cause, and then accide.
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