Woolton Inv. I Tan Gucht, Felp A FABLE XLI. The O w L and the FARMER. N Owl of grave deport and mein, Who (like the Turk) was feldom feen, Within a barn had chofe his ftation, As fit for prey and contemplation: Upon a beam aloft he fits, And nods, and seems to think, by fits. So have I feen a man of news Or Poft-boy, or Gazette perufe, Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound, Sheaves pil'd on sheaves hid all the floor: At dawn of morn to view his store Reason in man is mere pretence: And nightingales are all divine. But But the more knowing feather'd race See wisdom ftampt upon my face. Whene'er to vifit light I deign, What flocks of fowl compofe my train! The Farmer laugh'd, and thus reply'd. Dar'ft thou with that harsh grating tongue Indulge thy fpleen. Know, men and fow! Regard thee, as thou art, an owl. Befides, proud blockhead, be not vain Of what thou call'ft thy flaves and train, Few follow wifdom or her rules, Fools in derifion follow fools. 3 M 2 FABLE Kent inv. P.Fourdrinier sal FABLE XLII. The JUGGLER S. A JUGGLER long through all the tow Had rais'd his fortune and renown; You'd think (fo far his art transcends) Vice heard his fame, fhe read his bill; Convinc'd of his inferior skill, She fought his booth, and from the croud Defy'd the man of art aloud. Is this then he fo fam'd for flight, Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, 'tis done. In fcience I fubmit to none. Thus faid. The cups and balls he play'd; By turns, this here, that there, convey'd: The cards, obedient to his words, Are by a fillip turn'd to birds; His little boxes change the grain, |