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That then the dean cry'd out, “O fie!”

He therefore begg'd her to accept it, And sent in haste for justice I.

And hop'd 'twould mend if once she kept it. Who, though he knew her friends and pity'd her, That having no aversion to it, Call'd her hard names, and so committed her. She said, with all her soul, she'd do it; The parties present swore the same;

But then she begg'd him to remember, And Fanny said, the pris'ner's name

If he should need it in December, Had frighten'd all the country round;

(For winter months would make folks shiver, And glad she was the bill was found.

Who wanted either heart or liver) She knew a man, who knew another,

It never could return; and added, Who knew the very party's brother,

"T'was her's for life, if once she had it. Who lost his heart by mere surprise,

The prosecutor said, Amen, One morning looking at her eyes ;

And that he wish'd it not again; And others had been known to squeak,

And took it from his breast and gave her, Who only chanc'd to hear her speak:

And bow'd, and thank'd her for the favour ; For she had words of such a sort,

But begg'd the thing might not be spoke of, That though she knew no reason for it,

As heartless men were made a joke of. Would make a man of sense run mad,

That next day, whisp’ring him about it, And rifle him of all he had;

And asking how he felt without it, And that she'd rob the whole community,

He sigh'd, and cry'd, Alack! alack! If ever she had opportunity.

And begg'd, and pray'd to have it back; The pris'ner now first silence broke,

Or that she'd give him her's instead on 't: And curtsy'd round her as she spoke.

But she conceiv'd there was no need on 't; She own'd, she said, it much incens'd her,

And said, and bid him make no pother, To hear such matters sworn against her,

He should have neither one nor t' other. But that she hop'd to keep her temper,

That then he rav'd and storm'd like fury, And prove herself eadem semper.

And said, that one was his de jure, That what the prosecutor swore

And rather than he 'd leave pursuing her,
Was some part true, and some part more: He'd swear a robbery, and ruin her.
She own'd she had been often seen with him,

That this was truth she did aver,
And langh'd and chatted on the green with him; Whatever hap betided her.
The fellow seem'd to have humanity,

Only that Mrs. P. she said,
And told her tales that sooth'd her vanity,

Miss Y. and her deluded maid, Pretending that he lov'd her vastly,

And ladly Mary, and his reverence, And that all women else look'd ghastly.

Were folks to whom she paid some deference; But then she hop'd the court would think

And that she verily belier'd She never was inclin'd to drink,

They were not perjur'd, but deceiv'd. Or suffer hands like his to daub her, or

Then doctor D. begg'd leave to speak, Encourage men to kiss and slobber her;

And sigh'd as if his heart would break. She'd have folks know she did not love it,

He said, that he was-madam's surgeon, Or if she did, she was above it.

Or rather, as in Greek, chirurgeon, But this, she said, was sworn of course,

From cheir, manus, ergon, opus, To prove her giddy, and then worse;

(As scope is from the Latin scopus.) As she whose conduct was thought lævis,

That he, he said, had known the prisoner Might very well be reckon'd thievish.

From the first sun that ever rose on her ; She hop'd, she said, the court's discerning

And griev'd he was to see ber there ; Would pay some honour to her learning,

But took upon himself to swear, For every day from four to past six,

There was not to be found in nature She went up stairs, and read the classics.

A sweeter or a better creature; Thus having clear'd herself of levity,

And if the king (God bless him) knew her, The rest, she said, would come with brevity. He'd leave St. James's to get to her : And first, it injur'd not her honour

But then, as to the fact in question, To own the heart was found upon her;

He knew no more on 't than Hephæstion; For she could prove, and did aver,

It might be false, and might be true; Thé paltry thing belong'd to her:

And this, he said, was all

he knew. The fact was thus. This prince of knaves

The judge proceeded to the charge, Was once the humblest of her slaves,

And gave the evidence at large, And often had confess'd the dart

But often cast a sheep's eye at her, Her eyes had lodg'd within his heart:

And strove to mitigate the matter, That she, as 'twas her constant fashion,

Pretending facts were not so clear, Made great diversion of his passion ;

And mercy ought to interfere. Which set his blood in such a ferment,

The jury then withdrew a moment, As seem'd to threaten his interment :

As if on weighty points to comment; That then she was afraid of losing him,

And, right or wrong, resolv'd to save her, And so desisted from abusing him ;

They gave a verdict in her favour. And often came and felt his puise,

But why or wherefore things were so, And bid him write to doctor Hulse.

It matters not for us to know : The prosecutor thank'd her kindly,

The culprit by escape grown bold, And sigh'd, and said she look'd divinely;

Pilfers alike from young and old, But told her that his heart was bursting,

The country all around her teazes, And doctors he had little trust in ;

And robs or murders whom she pleases.

With friendly hand I hold the glass
FABLES FOR THE LADIES.

To all, promiscuous as they pass ;
Should Folly thert her likeness view,
I fret not that the mirror 's true;

If the fantastic form offend,
PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.

I made it not, but would amend.
The following Fables were written at intervals,

Virtue, in every clime and age, when I found myself in humour, and disengaged Spurns at the folly-soothing page, from matters of greater moment. As they are the

While satire, that offends the ear writings of an idle hour, so they are intended for of Vice and Passion, pleases her.

Premising this, your anger spare, the reading of those, whose only business is amusement. My hopes of profit, or applanse, are not

And claim the fable you who dare. imunoderate; nor have I printed through necessity, or request of friends. I have leave from her roval

The birds in place, by factions press'd, highness to address her, and I claim the fair for By specious lies the state was vex'd,

To Jupiter their pray'rs address'd ; my readers. My fears are lighter than my expectation; ; I wrote to please myself, and I pub

Their counsels libellers perplex'd ; lish to please others; and this so universally, that They begg'a (to stop seditious tongues) I have not wished for correctness to rob the critic A gracious bearing of their wrongs.

Jove grants their suit. The Eagle sate, of his censure, or my friend of the laugh. My intimates are few, and I am not solicitous to

Decider of the grand debate. increase them. I have learnt, that where the

The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferrd, writer would please, the man should be unknown. Demands permission to be heard. An author is the reverse of all other objects, and Says he, “ Prolixity of phrase magnifies by dis ance, but diminishes by approach.

You know I hate. This libel says, His private attachments must give place to public

* Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, favour; for no man can forgive his friend the ill- Are hir'd to silence Wisdom's voice,

And skill'd to chatter out the hour, natured attempt of being thought wiser than himself.

Rise by their emptiness to pow'r.' To avoid therefore the misfortunes that may at

That this is aim'd direct at me, tend me from any accidental success, I think it No doubt, you 'll rcadily agree; necessary to inforın those who know me, that I Yet well this sage assembly kuows, have been assisted in the following papers by the By parts to government I rose; author of Gustavus Vasa '. Let the crime of

My prudent counsels prop the state ; pleasing be his, whose talents as a writer, and Magpies were never known to prate. whose virtues as a man, have rendered him a living In virtue's sufferings bore a part.

The Kite rose up. “ His honest heart affroat to the whole circle of his acquaintance.

That there were birds of prey he knew;
So far the libeller said true;

· Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,
PABLE I.

Who knew no int'rest but their own;
THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF BIRDS.

Who hovering o'er the farmer's yard,
Nor pigeon, chick, nor duckling spar'd.'
This might be true, but if apply'd

To him, in troth, the sland'rer lyd.
The moral lay, to beanty due,

Since ign’rance then might be misled, i write, tair excellence, to you ;

Such things, he thought, were best unsaid.” Well pleas'd to hope my vacant hours

The Crow was vex'd. As yester-inorn Have been employ'd to sweeten yours.

He flew across the new-sown corn,
Truth under fiction I impart,
I

A screaming boy was set for pay,
To weed out fully from the heart;

He knew, to drive the crows away ; And show the paths that lead astray

Scandal had found out him in turn, The wand'ring nymph from Wisdoin's way. And buzz'd abroad, that crows love corth 1. Hatter none. The great and good

The Owl arose, with solemn face, Are by their actions understood ;

And thus harangu'd upon the case. Your monument if actions raise,

“ That magpies prate, it may be true, Shall I deface by idle praise? Techo not the voice of Fame,

A kite may be voracious too,

Crows sometimes deal in new-sown pease ; That dwells delighted on your name;

He libels not, who strikes at these; Her friendly tale, however true,

The slander 's here— But there are birds, Were flatt'ry, if I told it you.

Whose wisdom lies in looks, not words; The proud, the envious, and the vain,

Bland'rers, who level in the dark, The jilt, the prude, demand my strain;

And always shoot beside the mark.' To these, detesting praise, I write,

He names not me; but these are hints, And rent, in charity, my spite.

Which manifests at whom he squints;

I were indeed that blund'ring fowl, Henry Brooke, esq. who wrote the fourteenth, To question if he meant an owl.” fifteenth, and sixteenth fables, which are reserved “Ye wretches, hence!" the Eagle cries, for insertion in his works. C

“ 'Tis conscience, conscience that applies; VOL XIV.

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TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS OF WALES.

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The virtuous mind takes no aların,

With spotted skin, and eyes of fire, Securd by innocence from harm:

Fill'd every bosom with desire. While Guilt, and his associate, Fear,

Where'er she movid, a servile crowd
Are startled at the passing air.”

Of fawning creatures criny'd and bow'd;
Assemblies every week she held,

(Like modern belles) with coxcombs fill'd,
FABLE II.

Where noise and nonsense, and grimace,
And lies and scandal fill'd the place.

Behold the gay, fantastic thing,
PANTHER, THE HORSE, AND OTHER BEASTS.

Encircled by the spacious ring. The man who seeks to win the fair,

Low bouing, with important look, (So custom savs) must truth forbear;

As first in rank, the Monkey spoke. Must fawn and flatter, cringe and lie,

“Gad take me, madam, but I swear, And raise the goddess to the sky.

No angel ever look'd so fair : For truth is hateful to her ear,

Forgive my rudeness, but I vow A rudeness, which she camot bear.

You were not quite divine till now; A rudeness? Yes. I speak my thoughts;

Those limbs! that shape ! and then those eyes ! For truth upbraids her with her faults.

O, close them, or the gazer dies !" How wretched, Chloe, then am I,

Nay, gentle pug, for goodness bush, Who love you, and yet cannot lje!

I vow, and swear, you make me blush; And still to make you less my friend,

I shall be angry at this rate; I strive your errouřs to amend !

'Tis so like tlatt'ry, which I hate." But shall the senseless fop impart

The Fox, in deeper cunning vers'd, The softest passion to your heart,

The beauties of her mind rehcars'd, While he, who tells you honest truth,

And talk'd of knowledge, taste, and sense, And points to happiness your youth,

To which the fair bare vast pretence! Determines, by his care, his lot,

Yet well he knew them always vain And lives neglected, and forgot?

Of what they strive not to attain, Trust me, my dear, with greater ease

And play'd so cunningly bis part, Your taste for flatt'ry I could please,

That pug was rivall'd in his art. And similies in each dull line,

The Goat avow'd his amorous fame; Like glow-worms in the dark, should shine.

And burnt--for what he durst not name; What if I say your lips disclose

Yet hop'd a meeting in the wood The freshness of the op'ning rose?

Might inake his meaning understood. Or that your cheeks are beds of flow'rs,

Half angry at the bold address, Enripen'd by refreshing show'rs?

She frown'd; but yet, she must confess, Yet certain as these flow'rs shall fade,

Such beauties might inflame his blood, Time every beauty will invade.

But still his phrase was somewhat rude. The butterfly, of various hue,

The Hog her neatness much admir'd; More than the flow'r resembles you;

The formal Ass ber swiftness fir'd; Fair, fluttering, fickle, busy thing,

While all to feed her folly strove, To pleasure ever on the wing,

And by their praises shar'd her love. Gayly coquetting for an hour,

The Horse, whose gen'rous heart disdain'd To die, and ne'er be thought of more.

Applause by servile flatt'ry gain'd, Would you the bloom of youth should last? With graceful courage, silence broke, "Tis virtue that must bind it fast;

And thus with indignation spoke. An easy carriage, wholly free

“When fiattering monkeys fawn and prate, From sour reserve, or levity;

They justly raise contempt or hate; Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart,

For merit 's turn'd to ridicule, And looks unskill'd in any art;

Applauded by the grinning fool. Humility, enough to own

The artful fox your wit commends, The frailties, which a friend makes known; To lure you to his selfish ends ; And decent pride, enough to know

From the vile fatt'rer turn away, The worth, that virtue can bestow.

For knaves make friendships to betray. These are the charms, which ne'er decay, Dismiss the train of fops and fools, Though youth and beauty fade away ;

And learn to live by wisdom's rules; And time, which all things else removes,

Such beauties might the lion warm, Still heightens virtue, and improves.

Did not your folly break the charm; You frown, and ask to what intent

For who would court that lovely shape, This blunt address to you is sent ?

To be the rival of an ape?” I 'll spare the question, and confess

He said ; and snorting in disdain, I'd praise you, if I lov'd you less :

Spuru'd at the crowd, and sought the plain.
But rail, be angry, or complain,
I will be rude, while you are vain.

FABLE III.
Beneatu a lion's peaceful reign,
When beasts met friendly on the plain,

THE NIGIITINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. A Panther, of majestic port,

The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose (The vainest female of the court)

The lily, and the blushing rose,

From public view her charms will screen, But must the gentle, and the kind,
And rarely in the crowd be seen;

Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find ?"
This simple truth shall keep her wise,

The monarch calmly thus reply'd: " The fairest fruits attract the fies."

“ Weigh well the cause, and then decide,

That friend of yours, you lately nam'd, One night, a Glow-worm, proud and vain, Cupid, alone is to be blam'd; Contemplating her glitt'ring train,

Then let the charge be justly laid ; Cry'd, “ Sure there never was in nature

That idle boy neglects his trade, So elegant, so fine a creature.

And hardly once in twenty years, All other insects, that I see,

A couple to your temple bears. The frugal ant, industrious bee,

The wretches, whom your office blends, Or silkworm, with contempt I view ;

Silenus pow, or Plutus sends; With all that low, mechanic crew,

Hence care, and bitterness, and strife, Who servilely their lives employ

Are common to the nuptial life. In business, enemy to joy.

“ Believe me; more than all mankind, Mean, vulgar berd! ye are my scorn,

Your vot’ries my compassion find; For grandeur only I was born,

Yet cruel am I call'd, and base, Or sure am sprung from race divine,

Who seek the wretched to release; And plac'd on Earth, to live and sbine.

The captive from his bonds to free, Those lights that sparkle so on high,

Indissoluble but for me. Are but the glow-worms of the sky,

“ 'Tis I entice him to the yoke; And kings on Earth their gerns admire,

By me, your crowded altars smoke: Because they imitate my fire.”

For mortals boldly dare the noose, She spoke. Attentive on a spray,

Secure that Death will set them loose."
A Nightingale forbore his lay;
He saw the shining morsel near,
And flew, directed by the glare;

FABLE V.
A while he gaz'd with sober look,
And thus the trembling prey bespoke.

THE POET AND HIS PATRON. * Deluded fool, with pride elate, Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate:

Wur, Cælia, is your spreading waist Less dazzling, long thou might'st have lain So loose, so negligently lac'd ? Inheeded on the velvet plain :

Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns,

Your snowy bosom's swelling pride?
And Beauty wrecks whom she adorns.”

How ill that dress adorns your head,
Distain'd, and rumpled from the bed!
Those clouds, that shade your blooming face,

A little water might displace,
FABLE IV.

As Nature every morn bestows
HYMEN AND DEATH.

The crystal dew, to cleanse the rose.

Those tresses, as the raren black, SIXTEEN, d'ye say? Nay thep 'tis time;

That ward in ringlets down your back, Another year destroys your prime.

Uncomb'd, and injur'd by neglect, Bat stay—The settlement ! “ That's made." Destroy the face, which once they deck'd. Why then 's my simple girl afraid ?

Whence this forgetfulness of dress? Yet hold a moment, if you can,

Pray, madam, are you marry'd ? “ Yes.” And heedfully the fable scan.

Nay, then indeed the wonder ceases,

No matter how how loose your dress is; Tye shades were fled, the morning blush'd, The end is won, your fortune's made, The winds were in their caverns hushid,

Your sister now may take the trade. When Hymen, pensive and sedate,

Alas! what pity 'tis to find Held o'er the fields his musing gait.

This fault in half the female kind ! Bebind him, through the green-wood shade, From hence proceed aversion, strife, Death's meagre form the god survey'd,

And all that sours the wedded life. Who quickly, with gigantic stride,

Beauty can only point the dart, Out-went his pace, and join'd his side.

'Tis neatness guides it to the heart; The chat on various subjects ran,

Let neatness then, and beanty strive Till angry Hymen thus began.

To keep a wav'ring flame ire. “ Relentless Death, whose iron sway

'Tis harder far (you'll find it true) Mortals reluctant must obey,

To keep the conquest, than subdue; Still of thy pow's shall I complain,

Admit us once behind the screen, And thy too partial hand arraign?

What is there further to be seen? When Cupid brings a pair of hearts

A newer face may raise the flame, All over stuck with equal darts,

But every woman is the same. Thy crael shafts my hopes deride,

Then study chiefly to :inprove And cut the knot, that Hymen ty’d.

The charm, that fix'd your husband's love. “Shall not the bloody, and the bold,

Weigh well his humour. Was it dress, The miser, hoarding up his gold,

That gave your beauty power to bless? The harlot, rceking from the stew,

Pursue it still; be neater seen; Alone thy fell revenge pursue ?

'Tis always frugal to be clean;

So shall you keep alive desire,

Her fav’rite whelp each mother brought, And Time's switt wing shall fan the fire.

And humbly his alliance sought;

But cold by age, or else too nice, In garret high (as stories say)

None found acceptance in his eyes. A poet sung his tuneful lay;

It happen'd, as at early dawn So soft, so smooth his verse, you'd swear

He solitary cross'd the lawn, Apollo and the Muses there.

Stray'd from the fold, a sportive Lamb Through all the town his praises rung,

Skip'd wanton by her fleecy dam; His sonnet at the playhouse sung;

When Cupid, foe to man and beast, High waving o'er his lab’ring head,

Discharg'd an arrow at bis breast. The goddess Want her pinions spread,

The tim'rous breed the robber knew, And with poetic fury fir’d,

And trembling o'er the meadow flew; What Phæbus faintly had inspir’d.

Their nimblest speed the Wolf o'ertook, A noble youth, of taste and wit,

And, courteous, thus the dam bespoke. Approv'd the sprightly things he writ,

• Stay, fairest, and suspend your fear, Aud sought him in his cobweb dome,

Trust me, no enemy is near; Discharg'd his rent, and brought him home. These jaws, in slaughter oft imbrud, Behold him at the stately board,

At length have known enough of blood; Who, but the Poet and my Lord !

And kinder business brings me now, Each day deliciously he dines,

Vanquish'd, at Beauty's feet to bow. Aud greedy quaffs the gen'rous wines;

You have a daughter-Sweet, forgive His sides were plump, his skin was sleek,

A Wo f's address-In her I live; And plenty wanton'd on his cheek;

Love from her eyes like lightning came, Astonish'd at the change so new,

And set iny marrow all on fame; Away th' inspiring goddess flew.

Let your consent confirm my choice, Now, dropt for politics, and news,

Aud ratify our nuptial joys. Neglected lay the drooping Muse;

Me ample wealth and pow'r attend, Unmindful whence his fortune came,

Wide o'er the plains my realms extend; He stilled the poetic flame;

What midnight robber dare invade Nor tale, nor sonnet, for my lady,

The told, if I the guard am made? Lampoon, nor epigram was ready.

At home the shepherd's cur may sleep, With just contempt his patron saw,

While I secure his master's sheep." (Resolv'd his bounty to withdraw)

Discourse like this, attention ciaiin'd; And thus, with anger in his look,

Grandeur the mother's breast intiam'd; The late-repenting fool bespoke.

Now fearless by his side she walk'd, “ Blind to the good that courts thee grown,

Of settlements and jointures talk'il; Whence has the sun of favour shone?

Propos'd, and doubled her demands Delighted with thy tunetul art,

Of flow'ry fields, and turnip-lands. Esteem was growing in my heart;

The Wolf agrees. Her bosum swells; But idly thou reject'st the chann,

Tu Miss her happy fate she tells; That gave it birth, and kept it warm."

And of the grand alliance van, lothinking fools alone de pise

Contemns her kindred of the plain. The arts, that taught them first to rise.

The loathing Lamb with horrour hears,
And wearies out her dam with pray’rs;
But all in vain ; mamma best knew

What inexperiere'd girls should do;
FABLE VI.

So, to the neighb’ring meadow carry'd,
THE WOLF, THE SHEEP, AND THE LAMB.

A formal ass the couple marry'd.

Torn from the tyrant-mother's side, Duży demands, the parent's voice

The trembler gues, a victim-bride, Should sanctify the danghter's choice;

Reluctant, meets the rude embrace, In that, is due obedience shown ;

And bleats among the howling race.
To choose, belongs to her alone.

With horrour oft her eyes behold
May horrour seize his midn ght hour,

Her murder'd kindred of the fold;
Who builds upon a parent's poi'r',

Fach day a sister-lamb is serr'd, And claims, by purchase vile and base,

And at the glutton's table carvd; The loathing maid for his embrace;

The crashing bones he grinds for food, Hence Virtue sickens; and the breast,

And slakes his thirst with streaming blood. Where Peace had built her downy nest,

Lore, who the cruel mind detests, Becomes the troubled seat of Care,

And lodges but in gentle breasts, And pines with anguish and despair.

Was now do more. Enjoyment past,

The savage hunger'd for the feast;
A Wolf, rapacious, rough and bold,

But (as we find in human race,
Whose nightly plunders thinnod the fold,

A mask conceals the villain's face) Contemplating his ill-speot life,

Justice must authorize the treat; And cloy'd with thefts, would take a wife.

till then he lovg'd, but durst not eat. His purpose known, the savage race,

As forth he walk'd, in quest of prey, In num'rous crowds, attend the place;

The hunters met him on the way; For why? a mighty Wolf he was,

Fear wings his flight; the marsh he sought; And held dominion in his jaws.

The snuffing dogs are set at faults

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