Did not the tender nonfenfe ftrike, Contempt and fcorn might look diflike, But who can drive the num'rous breed? Chafe one, another will fucceed. Who knows a fool, must know his brother; One fop will recommend another; And with this plague fhe's rightly curft, Because fhe liften'd to the first. As Doris, at her toilette's duty, She now was penfive now was gay, As thus in indolence she lyes, He He now advances, now retires, Now to her neck and cheek afpires; Swift he returns, again alarms, For by repulse he bolder grew, Perch'd on her lip and fipt the dew. She frowns, the frets. Good Gods, fhe cries, Protect me from these teazing flies! Of all the plagues that heav'n hath fent The hov'ring infect thus complain’d. The fairest peach that ever grew, Strike him not, Jenny, Doris cries, For though he's free (to do him right) In ecftafies away he posts, Where-e'er he came the favour boasts. Brags how her sweetest tea he fips, And fhews the fugar on his lips. The hint alarm'd the forward crew. Sure of fuccefs away they flew; They share the dainties of the day, Nor were they banifh'd, 'till fhe found That Wafps have stings, and felt the wound. 33 FABLE I.Wootton inv. P. Fourdrinier scul FABLE IX. The BULL and the MASTIFF. EEK you to train your fav'rite boy? Each caution, ev'ry care employ, And ere you venture to confide, Weigh well his manners, life, and scope, On thefe depends thy future hope. As on a time, in peaceful reign, A Bull enjoy'd the flow'ry plain, A Maftiff pass'd; inflam'd with ire, He foam'd, he rag'd with thirst of blood. Or avarice that ne'er can rest? From these alone unjustly springs The world-deftroying wrath of Kings. |