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Both Hockley-hole and Mary-bone
The combats of my Dog have known.
He ne'er, like bullies coward-hearted,
Attacks in public to be parted.
Think wot, rash fool, to share his fame;
Be his the honor or the shame.

Thus said, they swore, and rav'd like thunder; Then dragg'd their fasten'd Dogs asunder ; While clubs and kicks from ev'ry side Rebounded from the Mastiff's hide.

All reeking now with sweat and blood,
Awhile the parted warriors stood,
Then pour'd upon the meddling foe,
Who, worried, howl'd and sprawl'd below:
He rose; and limping from the fray,
By both sides mangled, sneak'd away.

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How many saucy airs we uneet
From Temple-bar to Aldgate-street !
Proud rogues, who shar'd the South-sea prey,
And spring like mushrooms in a day !
They think it mean to condescend
To know a brother or a friend;
They blush to hear a mother's name,
And by their pride expose their shame.
As 'cross his yard, at early day,
A careful farmer took his wav,
He stopp'd, and, leaning on his fork,'
Observ'd the flail's incessant work.
In thought he measur'd all his store,
His geese, his hogs, he number'd o'er
In fancy weigh'd the fleeces shorn,
And multiplied the next year's corn.
A Barley-mow, which stood beside,
Thus to its musing master cried; -
Say, good Sir, is it or right
To treat me with neglect and slight
Me, who contribute to your cheer,
And raise your mirth with ale and beer,
Why thus insulted, thus disgrac'd,
And that vile Dunghill near me plac'd?
Are those poor sweepings of a groom,
That filtry sight, that nauseous fume,
Meet objects here? Command it hence;
A thing so mean must give oftence.
The humble Dunghill thus replied:
Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride;
Insult not thus the meek and low ;
In me thy benefactor know :
My warm assistance gave thee birth,
Of thou hadst perish'd low in earth;
But upstarts to support their station,
Cancel at once all obligation.

§ 126. FAble xxxvi, Pythagoras and the - Counttuman.

Pythag'RAs rose at early dawn,
By soaring meditation drawn,
To breathe the fragrance of the day,
Through flow'ry fields he took his way.

The Barley Mow and

In musing contemplation warm,
His steps misled him to a farm,
Where, on the ladder's topmost round,
A peasant stood : the hammer's sound
Shook the weak barn. Say, friend, what cast
Calls for thy honest labor there *
The Clown, with surly voice, replics:
Vengeance aloud for justice cries.
This kite, by daily rapine fed,
My hens' annoy, my turkies' dread,
At length his forfeit life bath o ;
See on the wall his wings display'd,
Here mail'd, a terror to his kind,
My fowls shall future safety find ;
My yard the thriving poultry feca.
And my barn's refuge fat the breed.
Friend, says the Sage, the doom is wise,
For public good the murd’rer dies.
But if these tyrants of the air
Demand a sentence so severe;
Think how the glution man devours;
What bloody feasts regale his hours :
O, impudence of pow'r and might,
Thus to condemn a hawk or kite,
When thou perhaps, carniv'rous siniisr,
Halst pullets yesterdav for dinner!
Hold' cried the Clown, with passion heated,
Shall kites and men alike be treated
When Heaven the world with creatures stor'd,
Man was ordain'd their sov’reign lord.
Thus tyrants boast, the sage replied,
Whose murders spring from power and pride,
Own then this manlike kite is slain
Thy greater lux'ry to sustain;
For * “Petty rogues submit to fate,
“That great ones may enjoy their state."

§ 127. FABLE xxxvii. The Farmer's Wife
and the Raven.
WHY are those tears; why droops your head?
Is then your other husband dead?
Qr does a worse disgrace betide;
Hath no one since his death applicd
Alas! you know the cause too well:
The salt is spilt, to me it fell.
Then to contribute to my loss,
My knife and fork were said across;
On Friday too ! the day I dread!
Would I were safe at home in bed :
Last night (H vow to heaven 'tis true)
Bounce from the fire a coffin flew.
Next post some fatal news shall tell:
God send my Cornish friends be well!
Unhappy widow, cease thy tears,
Nor feel affliction in thy fears:
Let not thy stomach be suspended s
lat now, and weep when dinner's ended :
And when the butler clears the table,
For thy desert I'll read my fable.
Betwixt her swagging panniers' load
A farmer's wife to market rode,
And jogging on, with thoughtful care,

Summ'd up the profits of her ware;

* Garth's Dispensary. With

When starting from her silver dream,
Thus far and wide was heard her scream:
That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak ly
Bodesme no good. No more she said,
When poor blind Ball, with stumbling tread,
Fell prone; o'erturn'd the panniers lay,
And her mash'd eggs bestrew'd the way.
She, sprawling in the yellow road,
Raisd, swore, and curs'd : Thou croaking toad,
A murrain take thy whoreson throat!
I knew misfortune in the note.
Dame, quoth the Raven, spare your oaths,
Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes.
But why on me those curses thrown :
Goody, the fault was all your own;
For had you laid this brittle ware
On Dun, the old sure-footed mare, .
Through all the Ravens of the hundred
With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd,
Sure-footed Dun had kept his legs, -
Andyou, good woman, Šav'd your eggs.

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'#'s. fable xxxvii.1. The Turkey and the Ant.
In other men we faults can spy, -
And blame the moat that dims their eye;
Each little speck and blemish find;
To our own stronger errors blind. Lo
ATurkey, tird of common food,
Forsook the batn, and sought the wood;
Behind her ran her infant train,
Collecting here and there a grain.
Draw near, my birds, the unother cries,
This hill delicious fare supplies;
Behold, the busy Negro race:
See, millions blacken all the place
Fear not. Like me with freedom eat;
An Ant is unost delightful meat.
How bless'd, how envied were our life,
Could we but 'scape the poult'rer's knife!
But man, curs'd man on Turkey preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days;
Sometimes with ovsters we combine,
Sometimes assist the sav'ry cline.
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on cv'ry board.
Sute inen for gluttony are curs'd:
Of the seven deadly sins the worst.
An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach,
Thus answer'd from the neighbring beach :
Ere wou remark another's sin,
Bilthy own conscience look within;
Control thy more voracious bill, -
Not for a breakfast nations kill.

$129. Fable xxxix. The Father and Jupiter.

The Man to Jove his suit preferr'd :
He beggil a wife; his pray'r was heard.
Jove wonder'd at his bold addressing:
For how precarious is the blessing:
A wife he takes. And now for heirs
Again he worries Heaven with prayers.
Jove nods assent. Two hol boys
And a fine girl reward his joys.

No more solicitous he grew, And set their future lives in view; He saw that all respect and duty Were paid to wealth, to pow'r, and beauty. Once more he cries, Accept my pray’r, Make my lov'd progeny thy care. Let me first hope my favorite boy, All fortune's richest gifts enjoy. My next with strong ambition fire : May favor teach him to aspire, Tils he the step of pow'r ascend, And courtiers to their idol bend ? With ev'ry grace, with ev'ry charin, My daughter's perfect features arm. * If heaven approve, a Father's blest: Jove smiles, and grants his full request. The first, a miser at the heart, Studious of ev'ry griping art, Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain, And all his life devotes to gain. He feels no joy, his cares increase, He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace; In fancied want (a wretch completc.) He starves, and yet he dares not eat. . The next to sudden honors grew : The thriving art of courts he knew : He reach'd the height of pow'r and place, Then fell the victim of disgrace. Beauty with early bloom supplies His daughter's check, and points her eyes. The vain coquette each suit disdains, And glories in her lover's pains. With age she fades, each |. flies, Contem’d, forlorn, she pines and dies. When Jove the Father's grief survey'd, And heard him Heaven and Fate upbraid, Thus spoke the god : By outward silow Men judge of hoppiness and woe: Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct th' Eternal Will 2 Seek virtue: and, of that posest, To Providence resign the rest.

§ 130. FAble xl. The Two Monkeys,

The learned, full of inward pride,
The Fops of outward show deride :
The Fop, with learning at defiance,
Scoffs at the pedant, and the science:
The Don, a formal, solemn stroter,
IX’spises Monsieur's airs and flutter ;
Who, No. mocks the formal fool,
sho looks, and speaks, and walks by r
Britain, a Ho the twain, by rule,
As |. as France, as grave as Spain,
In fancy wiser than the rest,
Laughs at them both, of both the jest.
Is not the poet's chiming close
Censur'd by all the sons of prose?
While bards of quick imagination
Despise the sleepy prose narration.
Men laugh at apes, they men contemun;
For what are we but apes to them *
Two Monkeys went to Southwark fair,

No critics had a sourer air : - They They forc'd their way thro' draggled folks, Who gap'd to catch jack-pudding's jokes; Then took their tickets for the show, And got by chance the foremost row. To see their grave, observing face, Provok'd a laugh through . the place. Brother, says Pug, and turn'd his head, The rabble's monstrously ill-bred! Now through the booth loud hisses ran; Nor ended if. show began. The tumbler whirls the flip-flap round, With somersets he shakes the ground; The cord beneath the dancer springs; Aloft in air the vaulter swings; Distorted now, now prone depends, Now through his twisted arm ascends: The crowd in wonder and delight, With clapping hands applaud §. sight. With smiles, quoth Pug, If pranks like these The giant apes of reason please, How would they wonder at our arts! They must adore us for our parts. #. on the twig I've seen you cling, Play, twist, and turn in airy ring; How can those clumsy things, like me, Fly with a bound from tree to tree ? But yet, by this applause we find -These emulators of our kind I)iscern our worth, our parts regard, Who our mean mimics thus reward. Brother, the grinning mate replies, In this I grant that man is wise. While good example they pursue, We must allow some praise is due ; But when they strain beyond their guide, I laugh to scorn the mimic pride; For how fantastic is the sight, To meet men always bolt upright, Because we sometimes walk on two 1 I hate the imitating crew. § 131. earle xli. The Owl and the Farmer. AN Owl of grave deport and mien, Who (like the Turk) was seldom seen, Within a bara had chose his station, As fit for prey and contemplation. Upon a beam aloft he sits, And nods, and seems to think, by fits. So have I seen a man of news Or Post-boy or Gazette peruse; Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound, And fix the fate of Euro o Sheaves pil'd on sheaves hid all the floor. At dawn of morn, to view his store, The Farmer came. The hooting guest His self-importance thus express'd: Reason in man is mere pretence: How weak, how shallow is his sense! To treat with scorn the Bird of Night, Declares his folly or his spite. Then too, how partial is his praise : The lark's, the linnet's chirping lays, To his ill-judging ears are fine, And nightingales are all divine.

But the more knowing feather'd race
See wisdom stamp'd upon my face.
Whene'er to visit light I deign,
What flocks of fowl compose my train!
Like slaves, they crowd my fli t behind,
Andown me of superior kind.
The Farmer laugh'd, and thus replied:
Thou dull important lump of pride,
Dar'st thou, with that harsh grating tongue,
Depreciate birds of warbling song?
Indulge thy spleen. Know, men and fowl
Regard thee as thou art, an Owl. .
Besides proud blockhead, he not vain
Of what thou call'st thy slaves and train,
Few follow wisdom, or her rules;
Fools in derision follow fools.

§ 132. FABLE xlii... The Jugglers. A JUGGLER long through all the town Had rais'd his fortune and renown : You'd think (so far his art transcends) The devil at his fingers' ends. Vice heard his fame, she read his bill; Convinc'd of his inferior skill, She sought his booth, and from the crowd Defied the man of art aloud: Is this then he so fam'd for slight? Can this slow bungler cheat your sight? Dares he with me dispute the prize? I leave it to impartial eyes. Provok'd, the Juggler cried, "Tis done; In science I submit to none. Thus said, the cups and balls he play'd, #. turns this here, that there, convey'd; he cards, obedient to his words, Are by a fillip turn'd to birds. . . His little boxes change the grain; Trick after trick deludes the train. He shakes his bag, he shows all fair; His fingers spread, and nothing there ;

|Then bids it rain with showers of gold:

And now his iv'ry eggs are told ;
But when from thence the hen he draws,
Amaz'd speetators hum applause.
Vice now stepp'd forth, and took the place
With all the forms of his grimace.
This majic looking-glass she cries,
(There, hand it round) will charm your eyes.
Ioach eager eye the sight desird, ,
And ev'ry man himself admir'd.
Next, to a senator addressing,
See this bank-note; observe the blessing,
Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'tis gone,
Upon his lips a padlock shone. .
A second puff the magic broke;
The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke. -
Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board,
All full, with heady liquor stor'd, -
By clean conveyance disappear, -
And now, two bloody swords are there.
A purse she to a thief expos'd;
At once his ready fingers clos'd.
He opes his fist, the treasure 's fled;
IIe sees a halter in its stead.

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§ 133. Faste xliii.
Uros a time, a neighing Steed,
Who graz'd among a num’rous breed,
With mutiny had fir'd the train,
And spread #. through the plain.
On matters that concern'd the state
The council met in grand debate.
A Colt, whose eye-balls flam'd with ire,
Elate with strength and youthful fire,
In haste stepp'd forth . the rest,
And thus the list'ning throng address'd:
Good gods! how abjectis our race,
Condemiod to slav'ry and disgrace!
Shall we our servitude retain,
Because our sires have borne the chain?
Consider, friends, your strength and might;
Tis conquest to assertyour right.
How cumbrous is the gilded coach:
The pride of man is our reproach.
Were we design'd for daily toil,
To drag the plough-share through the soil,
To sweat in harness through the road,
To groan beneath the carrier's load?
How feeble are the two-legg'd kind:
What force is in our nerves combin'd?
Shall then our nobler jaws submit
To foam and champ the galling bit?
Shall haughty man my back bestride?
Shall the Sharp spur provoke my side?
Forbid it, Heavens ! §. the rein;
Four shame, your infamy disdain.
him the lion first control,
And still the tiger's famish'd growl.
Lotus, like then, our freedom claim,
And make high trembleatour name.

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Had not thy forward noisy tongue Proclaim'd thee always in the wrong, Thou might'st have mingled with the rest, And ne'er thy foolish noise confess'd. But fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known.

$135. rable xlv. The Poet and the Rose.
I HATE the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
Thus prudes by characters o'erthrown
Imagine that they raise their own.
Thus scribblers, covetous of praise,
Think slander can transplant the bays.
Beauties and bards have equal so :
With both all rivals are decried.
Who praises Lesbia's eyes and feature,
Must call her sister awkward creature;
For the kind flattery's sure to charm,
When we some other nymph disarin.
As in the cool of early day
A Poet sought the sweets of May,
The garden's fragrant breath ascends,
And ev'ry stalk with odor bends.
A Rose he pluck'd, he gaz'd, admir’d,
Thus singing, as the Muse inspir'd:
Go, Rose, aly Chke's bosom grace.
How happy should I prove;
Might I supply that envied place
With never-sading love 1
There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye,
Involv’d in fragrance, burn and die!
Know, hapless flow'r, that thou shalt find
More fragrant roses there;
I see thy with'ring head reclin'd
With envy and despair!
One common fate we both must prove;
You die with envy, I with love.
Spare your comparisons, replied
An angry Rose who grew beside,
Of all it.ankind you should not flout us;
What can a Poet do without us?
In ev'ry love-song roses bloon;
We lend you color and perfume.
Does it to Chloe's charins conduce,
To found her praise on our abuse 2
sust we, to flatter her, be inade
'o wither, envy, pipe, and fade?

§ 136. FABLE xlvi. The Cur, the IIorse, and
the Shepherd's Dog.
THE lad of all sufficient merit
With modesty ne'er damps his spirit;
Presuming on his own deserts,
On all alike his tongue exerts;
His noisy jokes at random throws,
And pertly spatters friends and foes.
In wit and war the bully race
Contribute to their own disgrace.
Too late the forward youth shall find
That jokes are sometimes paid in kind;
Or, if they canker in the brenst,
He makes a foc who makes a jest,

A village-cur, of snappish race, The periest Puppy of the place, Imagin'd that his treble throat Was blest with music's sweetest note; In the mid road he basking lay, The yelping nuisance of the way; For not a creature pass'd along, But had a sample of his song. Soun as the trotting steed he hears, He starts, he cocks his dapper ears; Away he scours, assaults his hoof; s Now near him snarls, now barks aloof; With shrill impertinence attends; Nor leaves him till the village ends. It chanc'd, upon his evil day, A Pad came pacing down the way: The cur, with never-ceasing tongue, I pon the passing trav’ller sprung. The Horse, from scorn provok'd to ire, Flung backward : rolling in the mire The Puppy howl'd, and bleeding lay; The Pādin peace pursued his way. A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the decd, Detesting the vexatious breed, Bespoke him thus: When coxcombs prate, They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate; Thy teasing tongue had judgement tied, Thou had'st not like a Puppy died.

§ 137. FABLE xlvii. The Court of Death.

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ln all his pomp of terror fate:
"I'h' ... of his gloomy reign,
Diseases dire, a ghastly train! -
Crowd the vast Court. With hollow tone,
A voice thus thunder'd from the throne;
This might our minister we uame,
Let ev'ry servant speak his claim ;
Merit shall bear this ebon wand.— -
All, at the word, stretch'd forth their hand., -
Fever, with burning heat possest,
Advanc'd, and for the wand address'd:
I to the weekly bills appeal,
Let those express my servent zeal;
On ev'ry slight occasion near,
With violence I persevere.
Next Gout appears, with limping pace,
Pleads how he shifts from place to place;
From head to foot how swift he flies,
And ey'ry joint and sinew plies ;.
Still working when he seems supprest—,
A most tenacious stubborn guest.
A haggard Spectre from the crew
Crawls forth, and thus asserts his due:.
"Tis I who taint the sweetest joy,
And in the shape of Love destroy:
My shanks, sunk eyes, and o, face, -
Prove my pretention to the place.
Stone urg'd his ever-growing force;
And next Consumption's meagre corse,
With feeble voice that scarce was heard.
Broke with short coughs, his suit preferr'd :
Lct none object my ling'ring way,
Again, like Fabius, j. ; : -

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