How feeble are the two-legg'd kind!

What force is in our nerves combin'd!

Shall then our nobler jaws fubmit
To foam and champ the galling bit?
Shall haughty man my back beftride?
Shall the sharp fpur provoke my fide?
Forbid it Heav'ns! Reject the rein,
Your shame, your infamy disdain.
Let him the lyon firft controul,
And still the tyger's famifh'd growle:
Let us, like them, our freedom claim,
And make him tremble at our name.

A general nod approv'd the caufe,

And all the circle neigh'd applause.
When, lo, with grave and folemn pace
A steed advanc'd before the race,

With age and long experience wise,
Around he caft his thoughtful eyes,

And,

And, to the murmurs of the train,

Thus fpoke the Neftor of the plain.

When I had health and strength, like you, The toils of fervitude I knew;

Now grateful man rewards my pains,

And gives me all these wide domains;

At will I crop the year's increase,

My latter life is rest and

peace.

I grant to man we lend our pains,
And aid him to correct the plains:
But doth not he divide the care,

Through all the labours of the year?
How many thousand structures rife,
To fence us from inclement skies!
For us he bears the fultry day,
And ftores up all our winter's hay;
He fows, he reaps the harveft's gain,
We share the toil and share the grain.

Since ev'ry creature was decreed

To aid each other's mutual need,
Appease your discontented mind,

And act the part by Heav'n affign'd.

The tumult ceas'd. The colt fubmitted, And, like his ancestors, was bitted.

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With heedless flight, or fmiles of scorn;
Teaz'd into wrath, what patience bears
The noisy fool who perfeveres?

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The morning wakes, the huntfman founds,

At once rush forth the joyful hounds;

They seek the wood with eager pace,

Through bush, through brier explore the chase;

Now fcatter'd wide they try the plain,

And snuff the dewy turf in vain.
What care, what induftry, what pains!
What univerfal filence reigns!

Ringwood, a dog of little fame,
Young, pert, and ignorant of game,
At once difplays his babbling throat;
The pack, regardless of the note,
Pursue the scent; with louder ftrain
He ftill perfifts to vex the train.

The Huntsman to the clamour flies,

The smacking lafh he smartly plies ;

His ribs all welk'd, with howling tone

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The puppy thus exprest his moan.

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