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In summer's heat, and winter's cold, Thus ev'ry object of creation
And from the most minute and mean
A virtuous mind can morals glean. His wisdom and his honeft fame
Thy fame is just, the Sage replies; Through all the country rais'd his name. Thy virtue proves thee truly wise. A deep Philosopher (whose rules
Pride often guides the author's pen; Of moral life were drawn from schools) Books as affected are as men: The thepherd's homely cottage fought, But he who studies nature's laws, And thus explor'd his reach of thought: From certain truth his maxins draws;
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil And those, without our schools, fuffice O'er books consum'd the midnight oil ? To make men moral, good, and wise. Hast thou old Greece and Rome survey'd, And the vast sense of Plato weigh'd ? Hath Socrates thy soul refind?
To bis Highness William Duke of Cumberlai And halt thou fathom’d Tully's mind ?
$ 121. FABLE 1. The Lion, the Tiger, Or, like the wise Ulyffe, thrown
and the Traveller. By various fates on realms unknown, Haft thou through many cities stray’d, Accept, young Prince, the moral lay, Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd ? And in these tales mankind survey; The Shepherd modestly replied:
With early virtues plant your breast, I ne'er the paths of learning tried:
The specious arts of vice deteft. Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts
Princes, like beauties, from their youth To read mankind, their laws, and arts; Are strangers to the voice of truth: For man is practis'd in disguise,
Learn to contemn all praise betimes; He cheats the most discerning eyes:
For flattery 's the nurse of crimes. Who by that search shall witer grow, Friendship by sweet reproof is shown When we ourselves can never know?
(A virtue never near a throne); The little knowledge I have gain'd,
In courts such freedom must offend, Was all from simple nature drain'd; There none presumes to be a friend. Hence my life's maxims took their rise, To those of your exalted station Hence grew my settled hate to vice.
Each courtier is a dedication. The daily labours of the bee
Must I too flatter like the rest, Awake my soul to industry.
And turn my morals to a jest? Who can observe the careful ant,
The muse disdains to Ateal from those And not provide for future want?
Who thrive in courts by fulsome profe. My dog (the trustiest of his kind)
But shall I hide your real praise, With gratitude inflames my mind:
Or tell you what a nation says? I mark his true, his faithful way,
They in your infant busom trace And in my service copy Tray.
The virtues of your royal race, In constancy and nuptial love,
In the fair dawning of your mind I learn my duty from the dove.
Discern you gen'rous, mild, and kind. The hen, who from the chilly air
They see you grieve to hear distress, With pious wing protects her care,
And pant already to redress. And every fowl that flies at large,
Go on, the height of good attain, Instructs me in a parent's charge.
Nor let a nation hope in vain: From nature too I take my rule,
For hence we justly may presage To thun contempt and ridicule:
The virtues of a riper age. I never, with important air,
True courage thall your horom fire, In conversation overbear.
And future actions own your fire. Can grave and formal país for wise,
Cowards are cruel, but the brave When men the solemn owl despise?
Love mercy, and delight to save. My tongue within my lips I rein,
A Tiger roaming for his prey, For who talks much must talk in vain: Sprung on a Trav'ller in the way; We from the wordy torrent fly;
The proftrate game a Lion Spies, Who listens to the chatt'ring pye?
And on the greedy iyrant fiies: No, would I, with felonious foight,
With mingled roar resounds the wood, By ze ilth invue my neighbour's right; Their teeth, their claws, distil with blood; Rancious aniinals we hate :
Till, vanquish'd by the Lion's strength, Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate." The spotted foe extends his length. Do not we just abhorrence find
The man besought the shaggy lord, Again the toad and ferpent kind?
And on his knees for life implor'd; Bat envy, calunny, and spite
His life the gen'rous bero gave : Bear strenger venom in their bite.
Together walking to his cave,
Antik (an not fail thee there;
The lice hus bespoke his guest:
My whisper always met succefs;
And fatter'd ev'ry vice in falhion.
But love, who hates the liar's ways, Mstarring ilaves at dituce roam; At once cut thort my profp'rous days; Within these woods i reign alone,
And, sentenc'd to retain my nature,
Transformd me to this crawling creature.
I wander in this sylvan scene.
For Jove the heart alone regards; Those bages that when all the land.
He punishes what man rewards. My former deeds and triumphs tell,
How different is thy case and mine!
True, lays the man, the strength I law While I, condemn'd to thinnest fare,
Like those I Aatter'd, feed on air.
§ 123. FABLE III. The Mother, the Nurje, Be lord, let justice bound your might.
and the Fairy. Menze ambitious heroes boatts
Give me a Son. The blessing sent, Of waited lands and daughtered hoits: Were ever parents more content? Pirates their paw'r by murders gain;
How partial are their doting eyes ! Wie kings by love and mercy reign.
No child is half to fair and wile. To me pocr clemency bath shown
Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care, The virtue Fothy of a throne.
The mother rose, and fought her heir.
She saw the Nurse, like one poflett,
With wringing hands, and lobbing breast.
Sure fome disaster has befel:
Speak, Nurfe! I hope the boy is well? For beats of pres, a servile train,
Dear Madam, think not me to blame;
Invisible the Fairy came:
And in the place a changeling laid. for all my farning rogues agree,
Where are the father's mouth and nose,
The mother's eyes, as black as lloes?
See here, a shocking, awkward creature,
The woman 's blind, the mother cries;
I see wit sparkle in his eyes..
Lord, Madam, what a squinting leer! de donduz'd to disobey command,
No doubt the Fairy hath been here. imper'd eale his hours were spent;
Just as she spoke, a pigmy Sprite, # tever knew what learning meant.
Pops through the key-hule, swift as light; Ser corward airs, io pert, io Imart,
Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, Nors fire to win his lady's heart:
And thus her folly reprimands: este mischief gain'd him praise;
Whence sprung the vain conceited lie,
That we the world with fools fupply?
What! give our sprightly race away, ke ventures forth to take the air:
For the dull helpless tons of clay! de pages all the meadow round,
Besides, by partial fondness Mewn, dad mils upon the softest ground;
Like you, we doat upon our own. Waar him a Cameleon seen
Where yet was ever found a mother, ediltinguish d from the green. Who'd give her booby for another? bet etablem of the flatt’ring hoft, And thould we change with human breed, 53, de with clowns? a genius lost! Well might we pass for fools indeed. To citand the court repair, Preferamu ihall thy talents crown:
§ 124, FABLE IV. The Eagle and the
11.mbly of Animals, Beseve me, friend; I know the town. Sr , fays the tycophant, like you,
AS Jupiter's all-feeing eye Clois , pouter lite I knew :
Survey'd the worlds beneath the sky, Lie yra, a courtier born and bred,
From this small fpeck of earth were sent Aizy itand an ear to what I said.
Murmurs and sounds of discontent;
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For ev'ry thing alive complain'd
Yet think us not of soul fo tame, That he' the hardest life sustain'd.
Which no repeated wrongs inflame, Jove calls his Eagle. At the word
Insensible of ev'ry ill, Before him stands the royal bird.
Because we want thy tusks to kill. The bird, obedient, from heaven's height Know, those who violence pursue, Downward directs his rapid flight;
Give to themselves the vengeance due ; Then cited ev'ry living thing
For in these massacres they find To hear the mandates of his king,
The two chief plagues that waste mankind Ungrateful creatures! whence arise Our skins fupplies the wrangling bar; These murmurs which offend the skies? It wakes their sumb’ring fons to war; Why this disorder ? say the cause;
And well revenge may rest contented, For just are Jove's eternal laws.
Since drums and parchment were invented Let each his discontent reveal; To yon four Dog I first appeal.
§ 126. FABLE VI. The Mifer and Plut Hard is my lot, the Hound replies: The wind was high, the window shakes; On what fleet nerves the Greyhound flies! With sudden start the Miser wakes; While I, with weary step and now,
Along the filent room he stalks; O'er plains, and vales, and mountains go. Looks back, and trembles as he walks! The morning sees my chace begun,
Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries, * Nor ends it till the fetting fun.
In ev'ry creek and corner pries; When (says the Greyhound). I pursue, Then opes the chest with treasure stord, My game is loft, or caught in view;
And stands in rapture v'er his hoard. Beyond my fight the prey's secure:
But now, with súdden qualms pofseft, The Hound is flow, but always surel
He wrings his hands, he beats his breast; And had I his sagacious scent,
By conscience itung, he widely stares, Jove ne'er had heard my discontent.
And thus his guilty soul declares: The Lion crav'd the Fox's art;
Had the deep earth her stores confin'd, The Fox the Lion's force and heart;
This heart had known sweet peace of min The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight, But virtue's Cold! Good gods! what price Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light; Can recompense the pangs of vice? The Pigeon strength of wing despis'd. O bane of good! seducing cheat! And the Cock's matchless valour priz'd; Can man, weak man, thy pow'r defeat? 'The Fishes with'd to graze the plain;
Gold banith'd honour from the mind, The Beasts to skim beneath the main.
And only left the name behind; Thus, envious of another's state,
Go!d sow'd the world with ev'ry ill; Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate. Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill: The Bird of Heaven then cried aloud:
'Twas gold instructed coward hearts Jove bids disperse the murm'ring crowd; In treachery's more pernicious arts. The God rejects your idle prayers,
Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? Would ye, rebellious mutineers,
Virtue resides on earth no more! Entirely change your name and nature, He spoke, and figh'd. In angry mood, And be the very envied creature ?
Plutus, his god, before him stood. What! filent all, and none confent ?
The Miser, trembling, lock'd his chest; Be happy then, and learn content:
The vision frown'd, and thus addrefs'd: Nor imitate the restless mind,
Whence is this vile ungrateful rant, And proud ambition of mankind.
Each sordid rascal's daily cant?
Did I, base wretch, corrupt mankind ! $ 125. FABLE. V. The Wild Boar and the Ram. The fault 's in thy rapacious mind. Against an elm a sheep was tied,
Because my bleffings are abus'd, The butcher's knife in blood was dyed; Must I be censurid, cursd, accus'd? The patient flock, in filent fright,
E'en virtue's self by knaves is made From far beheld the horrid sight:
A cloak to carry on the trade; A livage Boar, who near them stood, And pow'r (when lodg'd in their poilelio Thus mock'd to scorn the flcecy brood : Grows tyranny, and rank oppreffion,
All cowards should be serv'd like you; Thus, when the villain crams his chest, See, fee, your murd'rer is in view !
Gold is the canker of the breast; With purple hands, and reeking knife, "Tis av’rice, infolence, and pride; He strips the skin yet warm with life: And ev'ry shocking vice beside: Your quarter'd fires, your bleeding dams, But when to virtuous hands 'tis given, The dying bleat of harmless lambs,
It bleffes like the dews of heaven; Call for revenge. O stupid race !
Like heaven, it hears the orphan's cries, The heart that wants revenge is bafe. And wipes the tears from widows' eyes. I grant, an ancient Ram replies,
Their crimes on gold shall misers lay, We bear no terror in our eyes:
Who pawnd their fordid souls for pay?
La boxes then (when blood is spilt) As Doris, at her toilet's duty, e paffive sword with guilt. Sat meditating on her beauty,
She now was pentive, now was gay,
And lolld the sultry hours away. 17. FABLE VI. The Lion, the Fox,
As thus in indolence the lies, and tbe Geeje.
A giddy Wasp around her flies. A los tir'd with state affairs,
He now advances, now retires, *ck of pomp, and worn with cares; Now to her neck and cheek aspires. Realid remote from noise and strife) Her fan in vain defends her charis; la perespais his latter life.
Swift he returns, again alarms: Eva y cisim'd: tbe day was set:
For by repulse he bolder grew, Beid ex gen'ral council met.
Perch'd on her lip, and fipp'd the dew. Tula, cas viceroy nand. The crowd
She frowns, the frets. Good gods! the cries, 1-2** regent humbly bow'd.
Protect me from these tealing Hies ! 1, bears, and mighty tigers bend, Of all the plagues that heaven hath sent, In who moft shall condescend.
A Walp is most impertinent. • abt afumes a solemn grace,
The hov'ring infect thus complain'd: Es wisdom in his face.
Am I then flighted, ícorn'd, disdain'd? dataire his wit, his sense;
Can such offence your anger wake?: rod hath weight and consequence. 4txt'rer all his art displays,
'Twas beauty caus'd the bold mittake.
Those cherry lips that breathe perfume, bohath pow'r is fure of praise,
That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom, za besp'd forth before the rest,
Made me with strong desire pursue : the fervile throng address’d: The fairelt peach that ever grew. art is talents, born to rule,
Strike him not, Jenny, Doris cries, ... in virtue's honest school! Nor murder Wasps like vulgar flies : 102.cybis temper lways!
For though he's free. (to do him right) nziare aji his ways!
The creature's civil and polite. iz sconduct and command
In ecstacies away he posts; *.rtscease to waste the land,
Where'er he came the favour boasts; a hati tratagem and art;
Brags how her sweetest tea he lips, -izace and mercy rule his heart.
And shews the sugar on his lips. bildings not attend the nation
The hint alarm'd the forward crew:
Sure of success, away they flew,
They share the dainties of the day,
Round her with airy music play ;
And now they futter, now they rest,
again, and skim her breast. az siat mighty commendation !
Nor were they banish'd till the found Bei bazia who ipoke th' oration. kan nigeriment may prize,
That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound. suk, plattal, and wife; enjoy the sweets, 'tis plain,
The Bull and the Mafliff. * Gesie roft feel a tyrant reign.
SEEK you to train your fav’rite Boy? ziarack now shall thin our race,
Each caution, ev'ry care employ: Snery petty clerk in place,
And ere you venture to confide, *** his tafte and seem polite,
Let his preceptor's heart be tried : ca Geese both noon and night!
Weigh well his manners, life, and scope;
As on a time, in peaceful reign,
tanto nonsense haunts her ear! His eye-balls shot indignant fire ;
Spurning the ground the monarch ftood, se tender nonsense strike,
And roar'd aloud-Suspend the fight; ad fcorn might foon dilike: In a whole skin go sleep to-night: bars might thin the place ; Or tell me, ere the battle rage, Text Aap a fiy can chase.
What wrongs provoke thee to engage ? 1.-22 drive the num'rous breed ! Is it ambition fires thy breast, see another will succeed,
Or avarice, that ne'er can rest ? zows a fool, must know his brother ; From these alone unjustly springs for ins will recommend another:
The world-destroying wrath of kings. wah this plague she's rightly curst,
The surly Mastiff thus returns: keznek lee listen å to the first. Within my bosom glory burns.
Like heroes of eternal name,
A dog proficient in the trade! Whom poets fing, I fight for fame.
He the chief fatt'rer nature made! The butcher's spirit-ftirring mind
Go, Man, the ways of courts discern, To daily war my youth inclin'd;
You 'll find a spaniel still might learn. He traind me to heroic deed;
How can the Fox's theft and plunder Taught me to conquer or to bleed.
Provoke his censure or his wonder? Curs d Dog! the Bull replied; no more From courtier tricks, and lawyers arts, I wonder at thy thirst of gore;
The fox might well improve his parts. For thou (beneath a butcher train'd, The lion, wolf, and tiger's brood, Whose hands with cruelty are stain'd. He curses for their thirst of blood: His daily murders in thy view)
But is not man to man a prey ? Muft, like thy tutor, blood pursue.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay. Take then thy fate. With goring wound, The Bookseller, who heard him speak, At once he lifts him from the ground: And saw him turn a page of Greek, Aloft the sprawling hero flies;
Thought, what a genius have I found? Mangled he falls, he howls, and dies. Then thus address”d with bow profound:
Learn'd Sir, if you'd einploy your pen
Against the senseless sons of men,
Or, since you 're learn'd in Greek, let's fi
Friend, quoth the Elephant, you 're drun Creatures which Adam never knew :
E'en keep your money, and be wise; For, when we risk no contradiction,
Leave man on man to criticise: It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction,
For that you ne'er can want a pen Thole things that startle me or you,
Among the senseless fons of men. I grant are îtrange, yet may be true. They unprovok'd will court the fray; Who doubts that Elephants are found Envy 's a sharper spur than pay. For science and for sense renown'd?
No author ever spar'd a brother; Borri records their strength of parts,
Wits are game-cocks to one another. Extent of thought, and skill in arts; How they perform the law's decrees,
§ 131. FABLE XI. The Peacock, the Tur And save the state the hangman's fees :
and the Goose. And how by travel understand
In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The language of another land.
The smallest speck is seen on snow. Let those who question this report,
As near a barn, by hunger led, To Pliny's ancient page resort;
A peacock with the poultry fed; How learn'd was that sagacious breed ! All view'd him with an envious eye, Who now like them the Greek can read ! And mock'd his gaudy pageantry. As one of these, in days of yore,
He, conscious of superior merit,
Contemns their base reviling spirit;
And to the sun displays his plumes ;
Which, like the heav'ns o'er-arching skie: Where with exactest care and pains
Are spangled with a thousand eyes: Were ev'ry beaft and bird portray'd, The circling rays, and varied light, That e'er the search of man survey d. At once confound their dazzled light: Their natures and their pow'rs were writ On ev'ry tongue detraction burns, With all the pride of human wit.
And malice prompts their spleen by turns: The page he with attention spread,
Mark with what insolence and pride And thus remark'd on what he read: The creature takes his haughty stride,
Man with strong reason is endow'd; The Turkey cries. Can spleen contain ? A beatt scarce instinct is allow'd.
Sure never bird was half to vain! But let this author's work be tried :
But, were intrinsic merit seen, 'Tis plain that neither was his guide. We Turkeys have the whiter skin. Can he discern the different natures,
From tongue to tongue they caught abu And weigh the pow'r of other creatures, And next was heard the bisling Goose: Who by the partial work hath thewn What hideous legs! what filthy claws! Ile knows fo little of his own >
I scorn to censure little fiaws. How falsely is the spaniel drawn !
Then what a horrid (quwling throat! Did man f.oin him first learn to fawn? Ev'n owls are frighted at the note.