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The lion thus bespoke his guest :

My wbisper always met success ;
What hardy beast shall dare contest The ladies prais d me for address.
My matchless strength? You saw the fight, I knew to hit cach courtier's passion,
And must attest my pow'r and right.

And Matter'd ev'ry vice in fashion.
Fore'd to forego their native home,

But Jove, who bates the liar's ways, My starving slaves at distance roam;

At once cut short my prosp'rous days; Within these woods I stign alone,

And, sentenc'd to retain my nature, The boundless forest is my own.

Transform'd me to ihis crawling creature. Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood, Doom'd to a life obscure and mican, Hare dyed the regal den with blood.

I wander in this sylvan scene. These carcases on either hand,

For Jove the heari alone regards; Those bones that whiten all the land.

He punishes what man rewards. My former deeds and triumphs tell,

How different is thy case and mine!
Beneath these jaws what numbers fell. With men at least you sup and cline;

True, says the man, the strength I saw While I, condemned to thinnest fare, “
Might well the brutal nation awe :

Like those I flatter'd, feed on air.
But shall a monarch, brave like you,
Place glory in so false a view ?
Robbers invade their neighbours' right:

$ 93. FABLE III. The Mother, the Nurse, Belaid; let justice bound your might.

and the Fairy. Alean are ambitious heroes boasts

Give me a son. The blessing sent, Of wasted lands and slaughtered hosts: Were ever parents more content? Pirates their pow'r by murders gain ;

How partial are their doating eyes! Wise kings by love and mercy reign.

No cliild is half so fair and wise. To me your clemency hath shown

Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care, The virtue worthy of a throne.

The mother rose, and sought her heir. Heren gives you pow's above the rest, She saw the Nurse, like one possest, Lise Heuren io succour the distrest.

With wringing hands, and sobbing breast. The case is plain, the monarch said;

Sure soine disaster has befel : Fale glory hath my youth misled;

Speak, Nurse! I hope the boy is well? For beasts of prey, a servile train,

Dear Madam, think not me to blame; Have been the flatt'rers of my reign.

Invisible the Fairy came : l'ou reason well. Yet tell me, friend, Your precious babe is hence convey'd, Did ever you in courts atteni?

And in the place a changeling laid. For all my fawning roques agree,

Where are the father's mouth and nose, Thai buman heroes rule like me.

The mother's eyes, as black as slocs ?

See here, a shocking, awkward creture, 9 92. FABLE 11. The Spanieland the Cumeleon That speaks a fuol in ev'ry feature. A Spaniel, bred with all the care

The woman 's blind, the inother cries; That waits upon a far’rite heir;

I see wit sparhle in his eyes. Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand:

Lord, Nadam, what a squinting leer! Indulz'd to disobey cominand,

No doubt the Fairy hath been here. In pamper'd ease his hours were spent;

Just as she spoke, a pigmy Sprite', He never knew what learning meant.

Pops through the kev-hole, swift as liglit; Such forward airs, so pert, so smart,

Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, Mere sure to win his lady's heart :

And thus her folly reprimands: Eich liule mischief gain'd him praise ;

Whence sprung the rain conceited lie, How pretty were his fawning ways!

That we the world with fools supply? The wind was south, the inorning fair,

What! give our sprightly race away, He rentures forth to take the air :

For the dull helpless sons of clay. ! He ranges all the meadow round,

Besides, by partial fondnes słowo, And rolls upon the softest ground;

Like you, we doat upon our own. When: near him a Cameleon seen

Where yet was crer found a mother; Was scarce distinguish'd from the green.

Who'd give her booby for another? Dear emblem of the flatt'ring host,

And should we change with human biced, What, live with clowns? a genius lost!

Well might we pass for fools indeed.
To cities and the court repair,
A furtune cannot fail thee there;
Prelement shall thy talents crown:

§ 94. FABLE IV... T'he Eagle ani the Believe friend; I know the town.

Assembly of Animals. Sir, savs the sycophant, like you,

As Jupiter's all-seeing eyė 0: old, politer life I knew :

Survey'd the worlcis beneath the sky, Like a courtier born and bred,

From this small speck of earth wire sunt King: leand an ear to what I said.

Murmurs and sounds of disconteni;

ine,

you, a

For ev'ry thing alive complain'd

Yet think us not of soul so tame, That he' the hardest life sustain'd.

Which no repeated wrongs inflaine, 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 fight;

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 supplies the wrangling bar; These murmurs which offend the skies? It wakes their slumb'ring sons 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 sour Dog I first appeal.

$ 96. FABLE VI. The Miser and Plutus.
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 slow,

Along the silent 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 setting sun.

In ev'ry creek and corner pries;
When (says the Greyhound) I pursue, Then opes the chest with treasure stord,
My game is lost, or caught in view;

And stands in rapture o'er his hoard.
Beyond my sight the prey's secure:

But now, with sudden qualms possest, The Hound is slow, but always sure!

He wrings his hands, he beats his breast; And had I his sagacious scent,

By conscience stung, he wildly stares, Jove ne'er bad heard my discontent.

And thus his guilty soul declares : The Lion cravid 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 mind.
The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight, But virtue's sold! Good gods! whai price
Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light; Can recompense the pangs of vice?
The Pigeon strength of wing despisd,

O bane of goud ! sedlucing cheat!
And the Cock's matchless valor priz'd; Can man, weak man, thy pow'r defeat?
The Fishes wish'd to graze the plain;

Gold banish'd honor from the wind,
The beasts to skim bencath the inain.

And only left the name behind; Thus, envious of another's state,

Gold sow'd the world with ev'ry ill; Each blau'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 morm'ring crowd; In treachery's more pernicious arts. The God rejects your idle prayers,

Who can recount the inischiefs o'er? Would rebellious mutineers,

Virtue resides on earth no inore! Entirely change your name and nature, He spoke, and sigli'd. In angry mood, And be the very envied creature?

Plutus, his god, before him stod. What! silent all, and none consent?

The Miser, trembling, lock'd his chest; Be happy then, and learn content:

The vision frown'd, and thus address'd: Nor imitate the restless mind,

Whence is this vile ungrateful rant, And proud ambition of inankind.

Each sordid rascal's daily cant?

Did I, base wretch, corrupt mankind ! $95. Fable v. The IVild Boar and the Rom. The fault 's in thy rapacious mind. AGAINST an elm a sheep was tied,

Because my blessings are abusid, The butcher's knife in blood was dyed; Must I be censurd, curs'd, accusid? The patient Aock, in silent fright,

E'en virtue's self by knaves is inade From far beheld the horrid sight:

A cloak to carry on the trade; A savage Boar, who near them stood, And pow's (when lodg'd in their possession) Thus inock'd to scorn the fleecy brood : Grows tyranny, and rank oppression,

All cowards should be serv'd like you; Thus, when the villain crams his chest,
See, sce, your murd'rer is in view!

Gold is the canker of the breast;
With purple hands, and reeking knife, 'Tis av'rice, insolence, and pride ;
He strips the skin yet warm with life: And ev'ry shocking vice beside:
Your quarter'd sires, your bleeding dams, But when to virtuous hands 'tis given,
The dying bleat of harmless lainbs,

It blesses like the dews of heaven;
Call for revenge. O stopid race!

Like heaven, it hears the orphan's cries, The heart that wants revenge is base.

And wipes the tears from widows' eyes. I grant, an antient Ram replies,

Their crimes on gold shall misers lay, We bear no terror in our eyes :

Who pawn'd their sordid souls for pay?

Let

Let braçoes then (when blood is spilt)

As Doris, at her toilet's duty, Lpbraid the passive sword with guilt. Sat meditating on her beauty,

She now was pensive, now was gay, $97. FABLE VII. The Lion, the For, And lollid the sultry hours away. and the Geese.

As thus in indolence she lies,

A giddy Wasp around her flies.
A Lion, tir'd with state affairs,

He now advances, now retires,
Quite sick of pomp, and worn with cares; Now to her neck and check aspires.
Resolvd (remote from noise and strife)

Her fan in vain defends her charms;
In peace to pass his latter life.

Swift he returns, again alarms : li was proclaim'd; the day was set:

For by repulse he bolder grew, Behold the gen'ral council met.

Perch'd on her lip, and sipp'd the dew. The Fox, was viceroy nam'd. The crowd

She frowns, she frets. Good gods! she cries, To the new regent humbly bowed,

Protect me froin these teasing flies! Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers bend,

Of all the plagues that hcaven hath sent, And strive who most shall condescend.

A Wasp is most impertinent. He straight assumes a solemn grace,

The hov'ring insect thus complaind: Collects his wisdom in his face.

Am I then slighted, scorn’d, disdain'd? The crowd admire his wit, his sense;

Can such offence your anger wake? Each word hath weight and consequence. "Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake. The flatt'rer all his art displays,

Those cherry lips that breathe perfunie, He who hath pow'r is sure of praise. That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom, A fox stepp'd forth before the rest,

Made me with strong desire pursue And thus the servile throng address'do The fairest peach that ever grew. How vast his talents, born to rule,

Strike him not, Jenny, Doris cries,' And traind in virtue's honest school:

Nor murder Wasps like vulgar flies : What clemency his temper sways !

For though he 's frec, (to do him right) How uncorrupt are all his ways!

The creature's civil and polite. Beneath his conduct and command

In ecstasies away he posts; Rapine shall cease to waste the land,

Where'er he came the favor boasts ; His brain hath stratagem and art;

Brags how her sweetest tea he sips, Prudence and inercy rule his heart.

And shows the sugar on his lips. What blessings must attend the nation

The hint alarm d the forward crew : l'ader this good administration!

Sure of success, away they few. He said. A Goose who distant stood,

They share the daintius of the day,
Harmgu'd apart the cackling brood : Round her with airy music play,

Whene'er'I hear a knave commend, And now they flutter, now they rest,
He bids me shan his worthy friend

Now soar again, and skim her brcast.
What praise ! what mighty commendation!

Nor were they banish'd till she found But 'twas a Fox who spoke th' oration.

That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound. Foxes this gorerument may prize, As gentle, plentiful, and wise;

§ 99. FABLE IX. The Bull and the Mastiff If they enjoy the sweets, 'tis plain, We Geese must feel a tyrant reign.

SEEK you to train your fav'rite Boy? What havock now shall thin our race,

Each caution, ev'ry care employ: When ev'ry petty clerk in place,

And ere you venture to contide, To prove his taste and seem polite,

Let his preceptor's heart be tried: Will feed on Geese both noon and night!

Weigh well his manners, life, and scope;

On these depends thy future hope. $98. FABLE VIII The Lady and the Wasp. A Bull enjoy'd the dow'ry plain,

As on a time, in peaceful reign,
What whispers must the beauty bear! A Mastiff pass'd; inflam'd with ire,
What hourly nonsense haunts her car! His eye-balls shot indignant fire;
Where'er her eyes dispense their charms, He foam'd, he rag'd with thirst of blood,
Impertinence around her swarms.

Spurning the ground the monarch stood,
Did not the tender nonsense strike,

And roar'd aload-Suspend the fight;
Contempt and scorn might soon dislike: In a whole skin go sleep lo-night:
Forbidding airs might thin the place; Or tell me, ere the battle rage,
The slightest Aap a fly can chase.

What wrongs provoke thee to engage?
| But who can drive the num'rous breed ! Is it ambition fires thy breast,
Chase one, another will succeed,

Or av'rice, that ne'er can rest? Who knows a fool, must know his brother; From these alone unjustly springs One fop will recommend another :

The world-destroying wrath of kings. And with this plague she's rightly curse, * The surly Mastiff thus returns; Because the lisiend to the first.

Within my bosom glory burns.

$ 100.

FABLE X.

Like heroes of eternal name,

A dog proficient in the trade! Whom poets sing, I fight for fume.

He the chief Aatt'rer nature made! The butcher's spirit-stirring mind

Go, Man, the ways of courts discern, To daily war-my youth inclm'd;

You'll find a spaniel still might learn. He traind me to heroic Ceed;

How can the Fox's theft and plunder Taught ine 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 ai ihy thirst of gore;

The fox might well improve his parts. For thou (beneath a butcher train'd,

The lion, wolf, and tige: 's brood, Whose hands with cruelty are stain'd,

He curses for their thirst or blood : Ilis daily murders in thy view)

But is not man to man a prey ?
Kíust, like the tutor, blood pursue.

Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay,
Take then thy fate. With goring wonnd, The Bookseller, who heard hím 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 hare I found?
Mangled ne falls, he howls, and dies.

Then thus address'd with bow profound:

Learn d Sir, if you'd employ your per

Against the senseless -sons of men,
The Elephant and the Or write the history of Siam,
Bookseller.

No man is better pay than I am ;
The man who with undaunted toils

Or, since your learn'd in Greek, let's see Sails unknown seas to unknown soils,

Something against the Trinity. With various wonders feasts his sight:

When, wrinkling with a sneer his trunk, What stranger wonders does he write! Friend, quoth the Elephant, you 're drunb; We read, and in description view

E'en keep your money, and be wise ; Creatures which Adam never knew :

Leare man on man to criticise: For, when we risque no contradiction,

For that you ne'er can want a pen It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction, Among the senseless sons of inen. Those things that startle me or you,

They unprorok'd will court'the fray; I grunt are strange, yet may be irue.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay:
Who doubts thal Elephanis are found No author ever spard a brother
For science and for sense renown'd?

Wits are game-cocks to one another.
Borri recorris their strength of parts,
Extent of thought, and skill in arts;

The Peacock, the Turkey, How they perforin the law's decrees,

and the Goose. And save the state the hangman's fees : 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 antient 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,
Rummag'd a shop of learning o'er;

Contemns their base reviling spirit;
Not, like our inodern deeds, minding

His state and dignity assumes,
Only the margin's breadth and binding; And to the sun displays his pluines ;
A book his curious eye detains,

Which, like the heav'ns o'er-arching skies, Where with exactesi care and pains

Are spangled with a thousand eyes : Were ev'ry beast and bird pourtray'd,

The circling rays, and varied light, Thai e'er ihe search of man survey'd.

At once confound their dazzled sight : Their natures and their pou’rs were writ On ev'ry tongue detraction burns, With all the pride of buman 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 hanghty stride, Man with strong reason is endow'd; The Turkey cries. Can spleen contain? 1 beast scarce instinct is allow'd.

Sure never bird was half so vain! Butlet wis author's work be tried :

But, were intrinsic merit seen, 'Tis plein that neither was his guide.

We Turkeys have the whiter skin. Canle discern the different natures,

From tongue to tongue they caught abuse ; And weigh the pow'r of other creatures, And next was heard the hissing Goose : Ilho by the partial work liath shown What hideous lega! what filthy claws! He know's so lilile of his own?

I scorn to censure little flaws. How falsely is the spaniel drawn!

Then what a horrid squalling throat ! Didinan from bini ort learn to favn?

Ex'n owls are frighted at the note.

§ 101.

FABLE XI.

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FABLE XIII.

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True-- those are faults, the Peacock cries ; Av'rice, whatever shape it bears,
My scream, my shanks, you may despise : Must still be coupled with its cares.
But such blind critics rail in vain :
What I overlook my radiant train !

§ 103.

The Tame Stag Know, did my legs (your scorn and sport) The Turkey or the Goose support,

As a young Stag the thicket pass'd,

The branches held his antlers fast; And did ye scream with harsher sound,

A clown, who saw the captive hung,
Those faults in you had ne'er been found !

Across the horns his halter fung.
To all apparent beauties blind,
Each blemish strikes an envious mind.

Now safely hamper'd in the cord,
Thus in assemblies have I seen

He bore the present to his lord.

His lord was pleas'd; as was the clown,
A nymph of brightest charms and mien,

When he was tipp'd with half-a-crown.
Wafe envy in each ugly face ;
And buzzing scandal fills the place.

The stag was brought before his wife!
The tender lady begg'd his life.

How sleek the skin ! how speck'd like ermine ! § 102. FABLE x11. Cupid, Ilymen, and Plutus. Sure never creature was so charming !

At first within the yard confin'd, As Cupid in Cythera's grove

He flies, and hides from all mankind; Fmploy'd the lesser pow'rs of love;

Now, bolder grown, with fix'd amaze, Some shape the bow, or fit the string ; And distant awe, presuines gaze: Some give the taper shaft its wing,

Munches the linen on the lines, Or turn the polish'd quiver’s mould,

And on a hood or apron dines; Or head the darts with temper'd gold.

He steals my little master's bread, Amidst their toil and various care,

Follows the servants to be fed : Thus Hymen, with assuming air,

Nearer and nearer now he stands, Address'd the god : Thou purblind chit, To feel the praise of patting hands; Of awkward and ill-judging wit,

Examines ev'ry fist for meat, If matches are not better made,

And, though repuls'd, disd: ins retreat; At once I must forswear my trade.

Attacks again with levellid horns; You send me such ill-coupled folks,

And man, that was his terror, scorns That 'tis a shame to sell them yokes ;

Such is the country maiden's fright, They squabble for a pin, a feather,

When first a red-coat is in sight; And wonder how they came together. Behind the door she hides her face; The husband's sullen, dogged, shy;

Next time at distance eyes the lace; The wife grows flippant in reply.;

She now can all his terrors stand, He loves command and due restriction,

Nor from his squceze withdraws her hand. And she as well likes contradiction :

She plavs familiar in his arms, She never slavishly submits ;

And ev'ry soldier hath his charms, She'll have her will, or have her fits :

From tent to tent she spreads her fame;
He this way togs, she t'other draws ;

For cus:om conquers fear and shame.
The man grows jealous, and with cause :
Nothing can save him but divorce :
And here the wife complies of course.

§ 104.

The Monkey who had

seen the World. When, says the boy, had I to do

A MONKEY, 10 reform the times, With either your affairs or you?

Resolved to visit forcign climes : I never idly spent my darts ;

For inen in distant regions roam You trade in mercenary hearts.

To bring politer manners home. For settlements the lawyer's feed;

So forth le fares, all toil defies; Is my hand witness to the deed?

Misfortune serves to make us wise. If they like cat and dog agree,

At length the treach'rous snare was laid ; Go rail at Plutus, not at ine.

Poor Pug was caught, to town convey'd, Plutus appear’d, and said — 'Tis true, There sold. How envied was his doom, In marriage gold is all their view;

Made captive in a lady's room! They seek no beauty, wit, or sense ;

Proud as a lover of his chains, And love is seldom the pretence.

He day by day her fa or gains. All offer incense at my shrine,

Whene'er the duty of the day And I alone the bargain sign.

The toilet calls, with nimic play How can Belinda blame her fate?

He twirls her knots, he cracks her fan, She only ask'd a great estate.

Like any other gentleman. Doris was rich enough, 'tis true ;

In visits too his parts and wit, Her lord must give her title too :

When jests grew dull, were sure to hit. And ev'ry man, or rich or poor,

Proud with applause, he thought his mind A fortune asks, and asks no more.

In ev'ry courtly art refin'd;

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FABLE XIV.

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