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And took his leare with signs or sorrow, illis invocation thus began:
| Parent of light, all-seeing Sun! When thus the Man, with gasping breath; Prolific beam, whose rars dispense I feel the chilling wound of death.
The various gifts of Providence? Since I must bid the world adicu,
Accept our praise, our daily pray'r, Let me my former life review.
Smile on our fields, and bless the year! I grant my bargains well were made,
| A Cloud, who mock'd his grateful tongue, But all men over-reach in trade;
The day with sudden darkness hung; 'Tis self-defenccin cach profession :
With pride and envy swellid aloud, Sure self-defence is no transgression,
1 A voice thus thunder'd froin the Cloud: The little portion in my hands,
Weak is this gaudy god of thine, By good security on lands,
Wlom lat will forbid to shine. Is well increasid. If, unawares,
Shall I nor rows por incense know! My justice to myself and beits
Where praise is due, the praise bestow'. Hith let my debtor rot in jail,
1 Willi fervent zeal the Persian mord, For want of goodsullicient bail ;
Thus the proud calumuy reprovid: If I by writ, or bond or deed,
It was that god, who claims my pray'r, Reducid a family to need,
Who gave tbce birth, and rais'd ihce there; Vy will harlı made the world amends;
When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, My hope on charity depends.
1 Thv substance is but plainer shown. When I am number'd with the dead,
A passing gale, a pull of wind,
Dispels thy thickest troops combin'd.
(The spurt of winds) in air, was lost.
| Thus envy breaks, ihus merit shines.
$119. FABLE XXIX. The Fox at the Point of To crown thy life with length of days?
Deain. A pious action's in thy pow'r,
A Fox in life's extreme decay, Embruce with joy the happy hour.
Weah, sick, and funt, expiring las;
All appetite bad left his maw,
Tulis nuni'rons race around him stand,
But why such haster the sick Man whines; lle rais'd his head with whining moan, Who knows as yet what Heaven designs ? | And thus was heard the feeble tone : Perhaps I may recover still;
Al, sons! from evil ways depart;
My crimes lie heavy on my heart,
Wis all around this cachling train,
Who haunt my cars for chickens slain ? And after death would fain atone,
The hungry Foxes round them stard, By giving what is not your own.
and for the promis'i feast prepar'd. While there is life there's liope, he cried; Whiere, Sir, is all this dainis cheer? Then why such haste? So groan'd and died. Wor turkey, goose, nor hen is here;
These are ihe phantoins of vour brain, $118. · TABLE XXVIII. The Persian, the Sun, And your sons lick their lips in vain. and the Cloud.
Oglutions ! says the drooping sire,
Restrain inordinate desire ; Is there a bard whom genius fires,
| Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, Whose ev'ry thought the god inspires ?
When peace of conscience is no inore.
Docs nor the hound betrar our pace,
Thieves dread the searciiing eve of pow's,
ind never feel the quiet hour. The servile fiends her nod obey,
Old age (which few of us shall know) And all Curl's authors are in par.
Vow puts a period to my une.. Fame calls up calunny and spite;
Would you true happiness attain, Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Let honesty your passions rein; As prostrate to the god of day,
So live in credit and esteemi, With heart des ont, a Persian lay,
And the good naine vou lost redeem...
The counsel's good, a Fox replies,
| With secret ills at home he pines, Could we perform what you advise.
And, like infirm old age, declines. Think what our ancestors have done;
As twing'd with pain he pensive sits; A line of thieves from son lo son:
And raves, and prays, and swears by fits; To us descends the long disgrace,
A ghastly phantom, lean and wan, And infamy hath mark'd our race.
Before him rose, and thus began : Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed, My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear; Honest in thought, in word, and deed, Attend, and be advis'd by Care. Whatever hen-roost is decreas'd,
Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor pow'r, We shall be thought to share the feast.
Can give the heart a cheerful hour The change shall never be believ'd;
When health is lost. Be timely wise : A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
With health all taste of pleasure flies. Nay, then, replies the feeble Fox,
Thus said, the phantom disappears; (But, hark! I hear a hen that clocks !)
The wary counsel wak'd his fears; Go, but be moderate in your food;
He now from all excess abstains; A chicken too might do ine good.
With physic purifies his veins;
And, to procure a sober life, $ 120. FABLE XXX." The Setting Dog and Resolves to venture on a wife. the Partridge.
But now again the Sprite ascends : THE raging Dog the stubble tries,
Where'er he walks his car attends ; And searches ev'ry breeze that Aies;
Insinuates that beauty's frail; The scent grows warm, with cautious fear That perseverance inust prevail ; He creeps, and points the covey near ;
With jealousies his brain inflames, The men, in silence, far behind,
And whispers all her lovers' names. Conscious of game, the net unbind.
In other hours she represents . A Partridge, with experience wise,
His household charge, his annual rents, The fraudful preparation spies :
Increasing debts, perplexing duns, She mocks their toils, alarms her brood; And nothing for his younger sons. The covey springs, and seeks the wood;
Straight all his thought to gain he turns, But ere her certain wing she tries,
And with the thirst of lucre burns. Thus to the creeping Spaniel cries :
But, when possess'd of fortune's store, Thou fawning slave to man's deceit,
The Spectre haunts him more and more, Thou pimp of lux’ry, sneaking cheat,
| Sets want and misery in view, Of thy whole species thou disgrace ;
Bold thieves, and all the murd'ring crew ; Dogs shall disown thee of their race!
Alarms him with eternal frights, For, if I judge their native parts,
Infests his dream, or wakes his nights. They 're born with open, honest hearts;
How shall he chase this hideous guest ? And ere they serv'd man's wicked ends, Pow'r may perhaps protect his rest. Were gen'rous foes, or real friends.
To pow'r he rose : again the Sprite When thus the Dog, with seornful smile! Besets him morning, noon, and night; Secure of wing, thou dar'st revile.
Talks of Anbition's tott'ring seat, Clowns are to polish'd manners blind;
How envy persecutes the great ; How ign'rant is the rustic mind!
Of rival hate, of treach'rous friends, My worth sagacious courtiers see,
And what disgrace his fall attends. And to preferment rise, like me.
The court he quits, to fly from Care, The thriving pimp, who beauty sets,
And seeks the peace of rural air : Hath oft enhanc'd a nation's debts :
His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours; Friend sets his friend, without regard;
He prun'd his trees, he rais'd bis flow'rs.. And ministers his skill reward :
But Care again his steps pursues ;
Of plund'ring insects, snail, and rains,
In vain we seek to fly from Care. Ape to a hair their master's vice.
At length he thus the Ghost addressid: You came from court, you say? adieu ! Since thou inust be my constant guest, She said, and to the covey flew.
Be kind, and follow me no more;
For Care by right should go before. § 121. FABLE XXXI. The Universal Appa
rition. A RAKE, by ev'ry passion ruld,
1$ 122. FABLE Xxxıt. The Two Owls and the With ev'ry rice his youth had cool'd;
" Sparrow. Disease his tainted blood assailş;
T'wo forinal Owls together sat, His spirits droop, his vigor fails :
Conferring thus in solemn chati
How is the modern taste decay'd!
Thus said — a snake, with hideous trail, . Where 's the respect to wisdom paid ?
Proteus extends his scaly mail. Our worth the Grecian sages know;
Know, says the man, though proud in place, They gave our sires the honor due;
All courtiers are of reptile race. They weigh'd the dignity of fowls,
Like you, they take that dreadful form, And pried into the depth of Owls.
Bask in the sun, and fly the storm ; Athens, the seat of learned fame,
With malice hiss, with envy glote, i With gen'ral voice rever'd our name;
And for convenience change their coat; On merit title was conferri,
With new got lustre rear their head, And all ador'd th* Athenian bird.
Though on a dunghill born and bred. Brother, you reason well, replies
Sudden the god a lion stands; The solemn mate, with half-shut eyes :
He shakes his mane, he spurns the sands; Right - Athens was the seat of learning;
Now a fierce lynx, with fiery glare, And truly wisdom is discerning.
| A wolf, an ass, a fox, a bear. Besides, on Pallas' helmt we sit,
Had I ne'er lived at court, he cries, The type and ornament of wit';
Such transformation might surprise ; But now, alas !. we 're quite neglected,
But there, in quest of daily game, And a pert sparrow's more respected !
Each abler courtier acts the same.
Wolves, lions, lynxes, while in place,
Their friends and fellows are their chace.
They play the bear's and fox's part;
Now rob by force, now steal with art, Who meets a fool must find conceit.
They sometimes in the senate bray; I grant, you were at Athens grac'd :
Or, chang'd again to beasts of prey, And on Minerva's helm were plac'd :
Down from the lion to the ape But ev'ry bird that wings the sky,
Practise the frauds of ev'ry shape. Except an Owl, can tell you why.
So said, upon the god he flies; From hence they taught their schools to know
In cords the struggling captive ties. How false we judge by outward show;
Now, Proteus, now, (to truth compelled) That we should never looks esteein,
Speak, and confess thy art excell'd. Since fools as wise as you might seem.
Use, strength, surprise, or what you will, Would ye contempt and scorn avoid,
The courtier finds evasions still ; Let your vainglory be destroy'd: ..
Not to be bound by any ties,
And never forc'd to leave his lies.
$ 124. FABLE XXXIV. The Mastiffs. And no keen cat find more regard.
Those who in quarrels interpose,
Must often wipe a bloody nose. $ 123. FABLB XXXIII. The Courtier and
A Mastiff, of true English blood,
Lov'd fighting better than his food.
When dogs were snarling for a bone; The country shelters his disgrace;
He long'd to make the war his own; Where, doom'd to exercise and health,
And often found (when two contend) His house and gardens own his wealth,
To interpose obtain'd his end : He builds aew schemes, in hope to gain
He glory'd in his limping pace; The plunder of another reign;
The scars of honor seam'd his face; Like Philip's son, would fain be doing,.
In ev'ry limb a gash appears, And sighs for other realms to ruig..
And frequent fights retrench'd his ears. As one of these (without his wand)
As on a time he heard from far Pensive, along the winding strand
Two Dogs engag'd in noisy war, Employ'd the solitary hour,
Away he scours, and lays about him, lo projects to regain his pow'r,
Resolv'd no fray should be without him , The waves in spreading circles ran,
Forth from his yard a tanner flies,
And to the bold intruder cries :
Whence sprung this cursed hate to tanners?
Sirrah! 't is me you dare not bite,
With equal rage a butcher vex’d,
Hoarse screaming from the circled crowd: Those whe presume to rival me.
To the curs'd Mastiff cries aloud:
Both Ilockley-hole and Mary-bone
In musing contemplation warm, The combats of my Dog have known, His steps misled him to a farm, Ile ne'er, like bullies coward-hearted,
Where, on the lurider's topmost round, Attacks in public to be parted.
A peasant stood : the hammer's sound
Calls for the honest labor there?
This kite, by daily rapine fed,
My hens' annov, my turkics' dread, All reeking now with sweat and blood, Ailength his forfcit life hath paid; Awhile the parted warriors stood,
See on the wall his wings display di Then pour'd upon the meddling foe,
Here vaild, a terror to liis kind, Who, worried, howlid and sprawl'd below! My fowls shall future safety find; He rose; and liaping from ihe fray,
My vard the thriving pauliry fecd, By both sides mangled, sncak'd away.
And my barn's refuge fat the breed.
Friend, says the Sage, the doom is wisc,
For public good the murd'rer dies. $ 125. TABLE XXXV. The Barley Mow and But if il the Dunghill,
Demand a sentence so severe; How mary saucy airs we meet
Think how the glution man devours ; From Temple-bar to Aldgate-street!
What bloody feasts regale his hours ! Prond rogues, who shard the South-sea prey, 1o, 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 sinuer, To know a brother or a friend;
Hailst puilets yesterday for dinner! They blush to hear a mother's name,
Hold! cried the Clown, with passion licated, And by their pride expose their shaine. Shall kites and men alike be treated ? As 'cross his yard, at early day,
When Heaven the world with creatures stor'd, A careful farmer took his way,
Van was ordaind their sov'reign lord. He stopp'd, and, leaning on his fork,'
Thus tyrants boast, the sage replied, Obseri'd the flail's incessant work.
Whose murders spring froin power and pride, In thought he measur'd all his store,
Own then this manlike kite is slain His grese, his hogs, he number'd o'er
Thy greate's lux'ry to sustain ; In fancy weigli'd the fleeces shorn,
For * “ Petty rogues submit to fate, And mulriplied the next year's corn.
1. That great ones may enjoy their state," A Barley-mow, which stood beside, Thus to its musing master cried : Say, good Sir, is it or right
1 $ 127. FABLE XXXVII. The Farmer's Wife To treat me with neglect and slight?
and the Raven. Me, who contribute to your cheer,
Why are those tears ? why droops your head? And raise your inirth with ale and beer,
Is then your other husband dead
Or does a worse disgrace betide;
Alas! you know the cause too well ;
Then to contribute to my loss,
My knife and fork were laid across ; The humble Dunghill thus replied :
On Friday too ! the day I dread! Thy master hears, and mocks tliy pride ; Would I were safe at home in bed! Insult not thus the meck and low;
Last night (t vow to learen 'tis true) In me thy benefactor know:
Bounce froin the fire a coftin Hew. My warın assistance gave thee birth,
Next post some fatal nervs shall tell ; Or thou hadst perish'd low in carth;
God send my Cornish friends be well! But upstarts to support their station,
Unhappy widow, cease thy tears,
Nor feel aMiction in thy fears:
Eat now, and weep wlien dinner's endal! 8 136.. FABLE XXXVI. Pythagoras and the And when the builer clears the table, Counttyman.
For thy desert I'll read my fable. Pythag'ras rose at early dawn,
Betwixt her swagging panniers' load By soaring meditation drawn,
| A fariner's wife to market rode, To breathe the fragrance of the day,
And jogging on, with thoughtful care, Through flov'ry fields lic took his way. .
Summ'd up the profits of her ware;
When starting from her silver drcam, 1 No more solicitous he grew,
He saw that all respect and duty (Curse or his ill-betiding croak!)
Were paid to wealth, to pow'r, and beauty,
Once more he cries, Accept my pray'r;
My next with strong ambitiou fire :
Till he the step of pow'r ascend,
And courtiers to their idol bend! Dame, quoth the Raven, spare your oaths, With ev'ry grace, with ev'ry charin, Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes, My daughter's perfect features arm, But why on me those curses thrown?
If heaven approve, a Fatlier's blest: Goody, the fault was all your own;
Jove siniles, and grants his full request. For had you laid this britile ware
1 The first, a iniser at the heart, On Dun, the old sure-footed mare,
Studious of ev'ry griping art,
He feels no joy, his cares increase,
In faucied want (a wretch complete!) $ 128. FABLE XXXVIU. The Turkey and the Ant. He starves, and yet he dares not eat.Ix other men we faults can spy,
The next to sudden honors grew : And blaine the inoat that dims their eye; The thriving art of courts he knew : Fach liule speck and blemish find;
He reach'd the height of pow'r and place, To our own stronger errors blind.
| Then fell the victim of disgrace. A Turkey, tirid of common food,
Beauty with early bloom supplies
The vain coquette cach suit disdains,
And glories in her lover's paius. Draw near, my birds, the mother cries,
With age she sades, each lover flies, This hill delicious fare supplies;
Conteni's, forlorn, she pines and dies. Behold, the busy Negro race:
When Jove the Father's grief survey'd, See, millions blacken all the place!
And heard him Heaven and Fate uphraid, Fear not. Like me with freedom eat;
Thus spoke the god: By outward show
Men judge of happiness and woe
Seek virtue : and, of that possest,
To Providence resign the rest.
$ 130. FABLE XL. The Two Munkeys, From the low peasant to the lord,
The learned, full of inward pride, The Turkey smokes on ev'ry board.
The Fops of outward show deride : Sure igen for gluttony are curs'd:
The Fon, with learning at defiance, of the seven deadly sins the worst,
Scoffs at the pedant, and the science : An Ant, who clinb'd beyond his reach, The Don, a forinal, solemn strater,
Despises Monsieur's airs and flutter; Ere you remark another's sin,
While Monsieur mocks the formal fool, Bid thv own conscience look within ;
Who looks, and speaks, and walks by rule, Control thy more voracious bill,
| Britain, a medley of the twain, Not for a breakfast nations kill:
As pert as France, as grave as Spain,
In fancy wiser than the rest,
Is not the poet's chiming close
Despise the sleepy prose narration.
Two Monkeys went to Southwark fair, And a fine girl reward his joys.
No critics had a sourer air: