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'Tis I entice him to the yoke ; By me, your crowded altars smoke :
or mortals boldly dare the noose, ecure that Death will set them loose,
Each day deliciously he dines,
And greedy quaffs the gen'rous wines;
His fides were plump, his skin was Neek,
And plenty wanton'd on his cheek;
Aftonith'd at the change so new,
Away th' inspiring goddess flew.
Now, dropt for politics, and news,
Neglected lay the drooping muse ;
Unmindful whence his fortune came,
He stified the poetic fiame ;
Nor tale, nor sonnet, for my lady,
Lampoon, nor epigram was ready.
With just contempt his Patron law,
(Resolv'd his bounty ta withdraw)
And thus, with anger in his look,
The late-repenting fool bespoke.
Blind to the good that courts thee grown, Whence has the fun of favour shone? Delighted with thy tunefuļ art, Esteem was growing in my heart ; But idly thou reject'st the charm, That gave it birth, and kept it warm, Unthinking fools alone despise.
that taught them first to rife,
HY, Cælia, is your spreading waist
So loose, so negligently lac'd?
Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide
Your snowy bosom's swelling pride?
How ill that dress adorns your head,
Distain'd, and rumpled from the bed!
Those clouds, that shade your blooming face,
A little water might displace,
As nature every morn bestows
The crystal dew, to cleanse the rose.
Those tresses, as the raven black,
That wav'd in ringlets down your back,
Uncomb'd, and injur’d by neglect,
Destroy the face, which once they deck'd.
Whence this forgetfulness of dress ?
Pray, madàm, are you marry'd? Yes.
Nay, then indeed the wonder ceases,
No matter now how loose your dress is ;
The end is won, your fortune's made,
Your sister now may take the trade.
Alas! what pity 'tis to find
This fault in half the female kind !
From hence proceed aversion, strife,
And all that fours the wedded life.
Beauty can only point the dart,
'Tis neatness guides it to the heart ;
Let neatness then, and beauty strive
To keep a wav'ring flame alive.
'Tis harder far (you'll find it true)
To keep the conquest, than subdue ;
Admit us once behind the screen,
What is there farther to be seen ?
A newer face may raise the flame,
But every woman is the same.
Then study chiefly to improve
The charm, that fix'd your husband's love,
Weigh well his humour. Was it dress
That gave your beauty power to bless ?
Pursue it still; be neater seen ;
*Tis always frugal to be clean ;
So Thall you keep alive desire,
And time's swift wing shall fan the fire.
IN garret high (as stories say)
A Poet sung his tuneful lay ;
So soft, so smooth his verse, you'd swear
Apollo, and the muses there.
Through all the town his praises rung,
His sonnets at the playhouse sung ;
High waving o'er his lab'ring head,
The goddefs Want her pinions spread,
And with poetic fury fir'd,
What Phoebus faintly had inspir’d.
A noble Youth, of taste and wit,
Approv'd the fprightly things he writ,
And fought him in his cabweb dome,
Discharg’d his rent, and brought him home.
Behold him at the stately board, Who, but the Poet, and my Lord !
A WOLF, rapacious, rough and bold,
Whose nightly plunders thinn'd the fold,
Contemplating his ill-spent life,
And cloy'd with thefts, would take a wife,
His purpose krown, the savage race,
In num'rous crowds, attend the place;
For why, a mighty Wolf he was,
And held dominion in his jaws.
Her fav’rite whelp each mother brought,
And humbly his alliance fought;
But cold by age, or else too nice,
None found acceptance in his eyes.
It happen'd, as at early dawn,
He solitary cross’d the lawn,
Stray'd from the fold, a sportive Lamb
Skip'd wanton by her fleecy Dam;
When Cupid, foe to man and beast,
Discharg'd an arrow at his breast.
The tim'rous breed the robber knew,
And trembling o'er the meadow flew;
Their nimblest speed the Wolf o'ertook,
And courteous, thus the Dam bespoke.
Stay, faireft, and suspend your fear, Trust me, no enemy is near
These jaws, in Naughter oft imbru'd,
At length have known enough of blood;
And kinder byfiness brings me now,
Vanquish'd, at beauty's feet to bow.
You have a daughter-Sweet, forgive
A Wolf's address—In her I live;
Love from her eyes like liglitning came,
And set my marrow all on flame;
Let your consent confirm my choice,
And ratify our nuptial joys.
Me ample wealth, and pow'r attend,
Wide o'er the plains my realms extend;
What midnight robber dare invade
The fold, if I the guard am made ?
At home the Mepherd's cur may sleep,
While I secure his master's Theep.
Discourse like this, attention claim'd;
Grandeur the mother's breast inflam'di
Now fearless by his fide the walk'd,
Of settlements, and jointures talk'd;
Propos'd, and doubled her demands
Of flow'ry fields, and turnip-lands.
The Wolf agrees.' Her borom swells;
To Miss her happy fate the tells;
And of the grand alliance vain,
Contemns her kindred of the plain.
The loathing Lamb with horror hears,
And wearies out her Dam with pray’rs;
But all in vain; mamma best knew
What inexperienc'd girls Mould do;
So, to the neighb'ring meadow carry'd,
A formal Ass the couple marry’d.
Torn from the tyrant-mother's Gide,
The trembler goes, a victim-bride,
Reluctant, meets the rude embrace,
And bleats among the howling race.
With horror oft her eyes behold
Her murder'd kindred of the fold;
Each day a lister-lamb is serv'd,
And at the glutton's table carv'd;
The crashing bones he grinds for food,
And Nakes his thirst with streaming blood.
Love, who the cruel mind detests,
And lodges but in gentle breasts,
Was now no more. Enjoyment part,
The savage hunger'd for the feast;
But (as we find in human race,
A mask conceals the villain's face)
Justice must authorize the treat;
Till then he long'd, but durst not eat.
As forth he walk'd, in quest of prey,
The hunters met him on the way;
Fear wings his flight; the marsh hre sought;
The snuffing dogs are fet at fault.
His ftomach baulk'd, now hunger gnawsz
Howling, he grinds his empty jaws;
Food must be had, and lamb is nigh;
His maw invokes the fraudful lie.
Is this (difsembling rage, he cry'd).
The gentle virtue of a bride?
That, leagu'd with man's destroying races
She sets her husband for the chace?
By treach'ry prompts the noisy hound
To scent his footsteps on the ground?
Thou trait’ress vile! for this thy blood
Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood!
So saying, on the Lamb he flies,
Beneath his jaws the victim diesą
THE GOOSE, AND THE SWANS
HATE the face, however fair,
That carries an affected air ;
The lisping tone, the shape constrain’d,
The study'd look, the passion feign'd,
Are fopperies, which only tend
To injure what they strive to mend.
With what superior grace enchants
The face, which Nature's pencil paints !
Where eyes, unexercis'd in art,
Glow with the meaning of the heart !
Where freedom, and good-humour sit,
And ealy gaiety, and wit!
Though perfect beauty be not there,
The master lines, the finish'd air,
We catch from every look delight,
And grow enamour'd at the fight :
For beauty, though we all approve,
Excites our wonder more than love,
While the agreeable strikes sure,
And gives the wounds, we cannot cure.
Why then, my Amoret, this care,
That forms you, in effect, less fair? .
If nature on your cheek bestows
A bloom, that emulates the rose,
Or from some heav'nly image drew
A form, Apelles.never knew,
Your ill-judg'd aid will you impart,
And spoil by meretricious art?
Or had you, nature's error, come
Abortive from the mother's womb,
Your forming care. The still rejects,
Which only heightens her defects.
When such, of glitt’ring jewels proud,
Still press the foremost in the crowd,
At every public show are seen,
With look awry, and aukward mien,
The gaudy dress attracts the eye,
And magnifies deformity.
Nature may under-do her part,
But seldom wants the help of art ;
Trust Her; she is your sureft friend,
Nor made your form for you to mend.
A GOOSE, affected, empty, vain,
The thrilleft of the cackling train,
With proud, and elevated crest,
Precedence claim'd above the rest.
Says The, I laugh at human race,
Who say, geese hobble in their pace ;
Look here! the Nand'rous lie detect;
Not haughty man is so erect.
That peacock yonder! lord, how vain
The creature's of his gaudy train !
If both were stript, I'd pawn my word,
A goose would be the finer bird.
Nature, to hide her own defects,
Her bungled work with finery decks ;
Were geese fet off with half that show,
Would men admire the peacock ? No.
Thus vaunting, cross the mead the stalks,
The cackling breed attend her walks ;
The sun shot down his noon-tide beams,
The Swans were sporting in the streams ;
Their (nowy plumes, and stately pride
Provok'd her (pleen. Why there, the cry'd,
Becomes the spoiler's base pretence
To triumph over innocence ?
The wolf, that tears the tim'rous theopo,
Was never set the fold to keep ;
Nor was the tyger, or the pard
Meant the benighted trav'ler's guard ;
But man, the wildest beast of prey,
Wears friendship’s semblance, to betray ;
His strength against the weak employs,
And where he Thould protect, destroys.
Again, what arrogance we see !
Those creatures ! how they mimic me!
Shall every fowl the waters skim,
Because we geese are known to swim ?
Humility they soon shall learn,
And their own emptiness discern,
So saying, with extended wings,
Lightly upon the wave the springs;
Her borom swells, the spreads her plumes,
And the swan's stately crest assumes.
Contempt, and Mockery ensu'd,
And bursts of laughter shook the flood.
A Swan, superior to the rest,
Sprung forth, and thus the fool address’d,
Conceited thing, elate with pride !
Thy affectation all deride;
These airs thy aukwardness impart,
And Thew thee plainly, as thou art.
Among thy equals of the fiock,
Thou hadít escap'd the public mock,
And as thy parts to good conduce,
Been deem'd an honeft hobbling goose.
Learn hence, to study wisdom's rules;
Know, foppery's the pride of fools ;
And striving nature to conceal,
You only her defects reveal,
FABLE VIII. THE LAWYER, AND JUSTICE,
OVE!'thou divinest good below,
Our rebel hearts thy sway disown,
While tyrant lust usurps thy throne.
The bounteous God of nature made
The fexes for each other's aid,
Their mutual talents to employ,
To leffen ills, and heighten joy.
To weaker woman he assign'd
That soft’ning gentleness of mind,
That can, by sympathy, impart
Its likeness to the roughest heart.
Her eyes with magic pow'r endu'd,
To fire the dull, and awe the rude.
His rosy fingers on her face
Shed lavith every blooming grace,
And Itamp'd (perfection to display)
His mildest image on her clay.
Man, active, resolute, and bold,
He fashion'd in a different mould,
With useful arts his mind inform’d,
His breast with nobler passions warm'd;
He gave him knowledge, taste and sense,
And courage, for the fair's defence.
Her frame, refiftless to each wrong,
Demands protection from the strong;
'To man she flies, when fear alarms,
And claims the temple of his arms.
By nature's author thus declar'd The woman's sovoreign, and her guard, Shall man, by treach'rous wiles, invade The weakness, he was meant to aid ? While beauty, given to inspire Protecting love, and soft desire, Lights up a wild-fire in the heart, And to its own breast points the darts
PAST twelve o'clock, the watchman cry'd, His brief the studious lawyer ply'd; The all-prevailing fee lay nigh, The earnest of to-morrow's lie. Sudden the furious winds arise, The jarring casement Matter'd nies; The doors admit a hollow sound, And rattling from their hinges bound; When Justice, in a blaze of light, Reveald her radiant form to fight.
The wretch with thrilling horror Thook,
Loose every joint, and pale his look ;
Not having seen her in the courts,
Or found her mention'd in Reports,
He ask'd, with falt'ring tongue, her name,
Her errand there, and whence the came?
Sternly the white-robd Shade reply'd,
(A crimson glow her visage dy'd)
Canst thou be doubtful who I am ?
Is Justice grown so strange a name?
Were not your courts for Justice rais'd ?
'Twas there, of old, my altars blaz'd.
My guardian thee did I elect,
My sacred temple to protect,
That thou, and all thy venal tribe
Should spump the goddess for the bribe ?
Aloud the ruin'd client cries,
Justice has neither ears, nor eyes ;
In foul alliance with the bar,
'Gainst me the judge denounces war,
And rarely issues his decree,
But with intent to baffle me.
She pausid. Her breast with fury burn'da The trembling Lawyer thus return'd.
I own the charge is justly laid,
And weak th' excuse that can be made ;
Yet search the spacious globe, and see
If all mankind are not like me.
The gown-inan, skill'd in Romith lies,
By faith's false glass deludes our eyes ;
O'er conscience rides without controul,
And robs the man to save his soul.
The doctor, with important face,
By Ny design, mistakes the case ;
Prescribes, and spins 'out the disease,
To trick the patient of his fees.
The soldier, rough with many a scar,
And red with Naughter, leads the war ;
If he a nation's trust betray,
The foe has offer'd double pay.
When vice o'er all mankind prevails,
And weighty int'reft turns the scales,
Must I be better than the rest,
And harbour Justice in my breast?
On one side only take the fee,
Content with poverty and thee?
Thou blind to sense, and vile of mind,
The hungry cat in turn, drew near, Th’exasperated Shade rejoin'd,
And humbly crav'd a servant's Mare ; If virtue from the world is flown,
Her modeft worth the Master knew, Will others' frauds excuse thy own?
And straight the fattning morsel threw : For fickly souls the priest was made ;
Enrag'd the fnarling Cur awoke, Phyficians, for the body's aid;
And thus, with spiteful envy, spoke. The soldier guarded liberty ;
They only claim a right to eat, Man woman, and the lawyer me.
Who earn by services their meat. If all are faithless to their trust,
Me, zeal and industry inflame They leave not thee the less unjust.
To scour the fields, and spring the game ; Henceforth your pleadings I disclaim,
Or, plunging in the wintry wave, And bar the sanctions of my name;
For man the wounded bird to save. Within your courts it shall be read,
With watchful diligence I keep, That Justice from the law is fed.
From prowling wolves, his Aleecy sheep; She spoke ; and hid in shades her face,
At home his midnight hours secure, "Till HARDWICK E sooch'd her into grace.
And drive the robber from the door.
For this, his breast with kindness glows;
For this, his hand the food bestows;
And shall thy indolence impart
THE FARMER, THE SPANIEL, AND THE CAT. A warmer friendship to his heart,
That thus he robs me of my due,
HY knits my dear her angry brow?
To pamper such vile things as you ?
What rude offence alarms
I own (with meekness Puss reply'd)
I laid, that Delia's fair, 'tis true,
Superior merit on your fide; But did I say she equall'd you ?
Nor does my breast with envy (well, Can't I another's face commend,
To find it recompens'd so well; Or to her virtues be a friend,
Yet I, in what my nature can, But instantly your forehead lours,
Contribute to the good of man. As if her merit lessen'd yours?
Whose claws destroy the pilf’ring mouse? From female envy never free,
Who drives the vermin from the house? AU must be blind, because you see.
Or, watchful for the lab’ring fwain, Survey the gardens, fields, and bow'rs,
From lurking rats secures the grain ? The buds, the blossoms, and the flow’rs,
From hence, if he rewards bestow, Then tell me where the woodbine grows,
Why should your heart with gall o'erflow? That vies in sweetness with the rose ?
Why pine my happiness to fee, Or where the lily's snowy white,
Since there's enough for you and me? That throws such beauties on the fight?
Thy words are just, the Farmer cry'd,
Yet folly is it to declare,
And spurn'd the snarler from his fide.
That there are neither sweet, nor fair.
The crystal shines with fainter rays,
Before the di'mond's brighter blaze ;
And fops will say, the di'mond dies,
Before the luftre of your eyes :
BEE But I, who deal in truth, deny That neither shine when you are by.
'HE nymph, who walks the public streets, When zephirs o'er the blossoms stray,
And sets her cap at all the meets, And sweets along the air convey,
May catch the fool who turns to ftare, Sha'n't I the fragrant breeze inhale,
But men of sense avoid the snare. Because you breathe a sweeter gale ?
As on the margin of the flood, Sweet are the flow'rs, that deck the field; With filken line, my Lydia stood, Sweet is the smell the blossoms yield;
I smild to see the pains you took, Sweet is the summer gale that blows;
To cover o'er the fraudful hook. And sweet, tho' sweeter you, the rose.
Along the forest as we stray'd Shall envy then torment your breait,
You saw the boy his lime-twigs spread ; If you are lovelier than the rest?
Guess'd you the reason of his fear, For while I give to each her due,
Left, heedless, we approach'd too near? By praising them I fatter you ;
For as behind the bush we lay, And praising most, I still declare
The linnet flutter'd on the spray. You faireft, where the rest are fair.
Needs there such caution to delude,
The scaly fry, and feather'd brood ? AS at his board a farmer fate,
And think you, with inferior art, Replenish'd by his homely treat,
To captivate the human heart? His favorite Spaniel near him Itood,
The maid, who modestly conceals And with his master thar'd the food;
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals. The crackling bones his jaws devour'd,
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws His lapping tongue the trenchers scour'd;
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was. 'Till fated now, fupine he lay,
Fium Eve's first fig-leaf to brocade, And snor'd the riling fumes away,
A: dress was meant for fancy's aid,
Coquetting it with every ape,
That struts abroad in human shape;
Not that the coxcomb is your taste,
But that it stings your lover's breast :
To-morrow you refign the sway,
Prepar'd to honour, and obey,
Thę tyrant-mistress change for life,
To the submission of a wife.
Your follies, if you can, suspend, And learn instruction from a friend.
Reluctant, hear the first address, Think often, ere you answer, yes ; But once resolv'd, throw off disguise, And wear your wishes in your eyes. With caution every look forbear, That might create one jealous fear, A lover's ripening hopes confound, Or give the gen'rous breast a wound. Contemn the girlish arts to teaze, Nor use your pow'r, unless to please ; For fools alone with rigour sway, When soon, or late, they must obey.
Which evermore delighted dwells
On what the bashful nymph conceals.
When Cælia struts in man's attire,
She Mews too much to raise desire ;
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
The roving eye, the bosom bare,
The forward laugh, the wanton air,
May catch the fop; for gudgeons strike
At the bare hook, and bait, alike;
While salmon play regardless by,
Till art, like nature, forms the Ay.
BENEATH a peasant's homely thatch,
A Spider long had held her watch;
From morn to night, with restless care,
She spun her web, and wove her snare.
Within the limits of her reign,
Lay many a heedless captive flain,
Or Autt'ring, struggled in the toils,
To burst chains, and thun her wiles.
A straying Bee, that perch'd hard by, Beheld her with disdainful eye, And thus began. Mean thing, give o'er, And lay thy Nender threads no more ; A thoughtless fly or two, at most, Is all the conquest thou canst boast ;. For bees of sense thy arts evade, We see so plain the nets are laid.
The gaudy tulip, that displays Her spreading foliage to the gaze ; That points her charms at all she sees, And yields to every wanton breeze, Attracts røt me : where blushing grows, Guarded with thorns, the modest rose, Enamour'd, round and round I fly, Or on her fragrant bofom lie; Reluctant; she my ardour meets, And bashful, renders up her sweets.
To wiser heads attention lend, And learn this leffon from a friend. She, who with modesty retires, Adds fewel to her lover's fires, While such incautious jilts as you, By folly your own schemes undo.
THE King of brutes, in life's declines Resolv'd dominion to resign; The beasts were summon'd to appear; And bend before the royal heir. They came; a day was fixed; the crowd Before their future monarch bow'd.
A dapper Monkey, pert and vain, Stepp'd forth, and thus address’d the train.
Why cringe my friends with Navish awe, Before this pageant king of straw? Shall we anticipate the hour, And ere we feel it, own his pow'r ? The counsels of experience prize; I know the maxims of the wise ; Subjection let us cast away, And live the monarchs of to-day ; 'Tis ours the vacant hand to spurn; And play the tyrant each in turn. So Thall he right from wrong discern, And mercy from oppression learn ; At others' woes be taught to melt, And loath the ills himself has felt.
He spoke ; his bosom swellid with pridė: The youthful Lion thus reply'd.
What madness prompts thee to provoke My wrath, and dare th' impending stroke? Thou wretched fool! can wrongs impart Compassion to the feeling heart? Or teach the grateful breast to glow, The hand to give, or eye to flow? Learn'd in the practice of their schools, From women thou hast drawn thy rules: To them return; in such a cause, From only such expect applause; The partial sex I not condemn, For liking those, who copy them.
Would it thou the gen'rous Lion bind, By kindness bribe him to be kind; Good offices their likeness get, And payment leffens not the debt; With multiplying hand he gives The good, from others he receives : Or for the bad makes fair return, And pays with int'reft, fcorn for fcorn.
THE YOUNG LION, AND THE APE .
TIS true, I blame your lover's choice,
Though flatter'd by the public voices
And peevish grow, and sick, to hear
His exclamations, O how fair !
I listen not to wild delights,
And transports of expected nights :
What is to me your hoard of charms?
The whiteness of your neck and arms ?
Needs there no acquisition more,
To keep contention from the door?
Yes ; pass a fortnight, and you'll find,
All beauty cloys, but of the mind.
Sense and good-humour ever prove
The surest cords to fasten love.
Yet, Phillis, simplest of your sexy
You never think but to perplex,