'Twould keep him in such narrow bound,
He could not right and wrong confound.
Happy were kings, could they disclose
Their real friends and real foes!

Were both themselves and subjects known,
A monarch's will might be his own:
Had he the use of ears and eyes,

Knaves would no more be counted wise.
But then a minister might lose

(Hard case!) his own ambitious views.
When such as these have vex'd a state,
Pursu'd by universal hate,

Their false support at once hath fail'd,
And persevering truth prevail'd:
Expos'd, their train of fraud is seen-
Truth will at last remove the screen.

A country 'SQUIRE, by whim directed,
The true staunch dogs of chase neglected.
Beneath his board no hound was fed;
His hand ne'er strok'd the spaniel's head:
A snappish CUR, alone carest,

By lies had banish'd all the rest.
YAP had his ear; and defamation
Gave him full scope of conversation.
His sycophants must be preferr'd;
Room must be made for all his herd:
Wherefore, to bring his schemes about,
Old faithful servants all must out.

The CUR on ev'ry creature flew,
(As other great men's puppies do)
Unless due court to him were shown,
And both their face and bus'ness known.
No honest tongue an audience found;
He worried all the tenants round:

For why?—He liv'd in constant fear,
Lest truth by chance should interfere.
If any stranger dar'd intrude,

The noisy CUR his heels pursu'd;

Now fierce with rage, now struck with dread,
At once he snarled, bit, and fled :
Aloof he bays, with bristling hair,
And thus in secret growls his fear—
Who knows but truth, in this disguise,
May frustrate my best guarded lies?
Should she (thus mask'd) admittance find,
hour my ruin's sign'd.

That very

Now in this howl's continu'd sound ́

Their words were lost, the voice was drown'd:

Ever in awe of honest tongues,

Thus ev'ry day he strain'd his lungs.

It happen'd, in ill-omen'd hour, That YAP, unmindful of his pow'r, Forsook his post, to love inclin'd; A fav'rite bitch was in the wind; By her seduc'd, in am'rous play They frisk'd the joyous hours away.

Thus, by untimely love pursuing,

Like ANTONY, he sought his ruin.

For now the 'SQUIRE, unvex'd with noise,
An honest neighbour's chat enjoys—
Be free, says he, your mind impart ;
I love a friendly open heart.
Methinks my tenants shun my gate:
Why such a stranger grown of late ?
Pray tell me what offence they find:
'Tis plain, they're not so well inclin'd.

Turn off your cUR, the FARMER cries,
Who feeds your ear with daily lies:
His snarling insolence offends;

'Tis he that keeps you from your friends.
Were but that saucy puppy check'd,
You'd find again the same respect;
Hear only him, he'll swear it too,
That all our hatred is to you:

But learn from us your true estate;

'Tis that curst CUR alone we hate.

The 'SQUIRE heard truth. Now YAP rush'd in;

The wide hall echoes with his din:

Yet truth prevail'd; and, with disgrace,

The dog was cudgell'd out of place.

THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER.

TO MYSELF.

HAVE you a friend (look round and spy)

So fond, so prepossess'd as I?

Your faults, so obvious to mankind,

My partial eyes could never find.

When, by the breath of fortune blown,
Your airy castles were o'erthrown,
Have I been over prone to blame,
Or mortify'd your hours with shame ?
Was I e'er known to damp your spirit,
Or twit you with the want of merit ?

'Tis not so strange that fortune's frown Still perseveres to keep you down. Look round, and see what others do.

Would you be rich and honest too?

Have you (like those she rais'd to place)
Been opportunely mean and base ?
Have you (as times requir'd) resign'd
Truth, honour, virtue, peace of mind?
If these are scruples, give her o'er;
Write, practise morals, and be poor.

The gifts of fortune truly rate; Then tell me what would mend your state. If happiness on wealth were built, Rich rogues might comfort find in guilt. As grows the miser's hoarded store, His fears, his wants, increase the more.

Think, GAY, (what ne'er may be the case) Should fortune take you into grace, Would that your happiness augment ? What can she give beyond content?

Suppose yourself a wealthy heir,
With a vast annual income clear:
In all the affluence you possess
You might not feel one care the less.
Might you not then (like others) find,
With change of fortune, change of mind?
Perhaps, profuse beyond all rule,
You might start out a glaring fool:
Your luxury might break all bounds;

Plate, table, horses, stewards, hounds,