In vifits too, his parts and wit,
When jefts grew dull, were fure to hit.
Proud with applaufe, he thought his mind
In every courtly art refin'd';
Like Orpheus, burnt with public zeal,
To civilize the Monkey-weal;
So watch'd occafion, broke his chain,
And sought his native woods again.
The hairy fylvans round him prefs,
Aftonish'd at his ftrut and drefs.
Some praise his fleeve, and others glote
Upon his rich embroider'd coat,
His dapper perriwig commending,
With the black tail behind depending;
His powder'd back, above, below,
Like hoary frofts, or fleecy fnow;
But all, with envy and defire,
His Auttering fhoulder-knot admire;
Hear and improve, he pertly cries;
I come to make a nation wife.
Weigh your own worth; fupport your place,
The next in rank to human race..
In cities long I pafs'd my days,
Convers'd with men, and learn'd their ways.
Their drefs, their courtly manners fee;
Reform your state, and copy me..
Seek ye to thrive? In flattery deal;
Your fcorn, your hate, with that conceal.
Scem only to regard your friends,
But ufe them for your private ends.
Stint not to truth the flow of wit
Be prompt to lie whene'er 'tis fit..
Bend all your force to fpatter merit;
Scandal is converfation's fpirit.
Boldly to every thing pretend,
And men your talents fhall commend.
I knew the great. Obferve me right;
So fhall you grow, like man, polite.
He fpoke, and bow'd. With muttering jaws 55 The wondering circle grinn'd applause.
Now, warm'd with malice, envy, spite,
Their most obliging friends they bite ;
And, fond to copy human ways,
Practife new mifchiefs all their days.
Thus the dull lad, too tall for fchool,
With travel finishes the fool;
Studious of every coxcomb's airs,
He drinks, games, dreffes, whores, and fwears; O'erlooks with fcorn all virtuous arts,
For vice is fitted to his parts.
HE Sage, awak'd at early day,
Through the deep forest took his way;
- Drawn by the mufic of the groves,
Along the winding gloom he roves:
From tree to tree the warbling throats
Prolong the fweet alternate notes;
But, where he past, he terror threw,
The fong broke fhort, the warblers flew;
The thrushes chatter'd with affright,
And nightingales abhorr'd his fight a
All animals before him ran,
To fhun the hateful fight of man..
Whence is this dread of every creature ?-
Fly they our figure, or our nature!
As thus he walk'd in mufing thought,
His ear imperfect accents caught;
With cautious step he nearer drew,
By the thick fhade conceal'd from view..
High on the branch a pheasant stood,
Around her all her liftening brood;
Proud of the bleffings of her nest,.
She thus a mother's care exprefs'd.
"No dangers here fhall circumvent,
Within the woods enjoy content.
Sooner the hawk or vulture truft
Than man, of animals the worst.
In him ingratitude you find,
A vice peculiar to the kind.
The fheep, whose annual fleece is dy'd
To guard his health, and serve his pride,
Forc'd from his fold and native plain,
Is in the cruel fhambles flain.
The fwarms, who, with induftrious skill,
His hives with wax and honey fill,
In vain whole fummer-days employ'd,
Their ftores are fold, the race deftroy'd.
What tribute from the geofe is paid!
Does not her wing all fcience aid?
Does it not lovers' hearts explain,
And drudge to raise the merchant's gain
What now rewards this general ufe ?
He takes the quills, and eats the goofe.
Man then avoid, deteft his ways,
So fafety fhall prolong your days.
: When fervices are thus acquitted,
Be fure we Pheasants must be fpitted."
THE PIN AND THE NEEDLE..
PIN who long had ferv'd a beauty,
Proficient in the toilette's duty,
Had form'd her fleeve, confin'd her hair,
Or given her knot a fmarter air,
Now nearest to her heart was plac'd,
Now in her manteau's tail difgrac'd:"
But could the partial Fortune blame,
Who faw her lovers ferv'd the fame?
At length from all her honours caft,
Through various turns of life the past;
Now glitter'd on a taylor's arm,
Now kept a beggar's infant warm;
Now, rang'd within a mifer's coat,
Contributes to his yearly groat;
Now, rais'd again from low approach,.
She vifts in the doctor's coach:
Here, there, by various fortune toft,
At last in Grefham-hall was loft.
Charm'd with the wonders of the show,
On every fide, above, below,
She now of this or that inquires,
What leaft was understood admires.
'Tis plain, each thing fo ftruck her mind, Her head 's of virtuofo kind.
"And pray what 's this, and this, dear Sir?" 25 "A Needle," fays th' interpreter.
She knew the name; and thus the fool
Addrefs'd her as a tailor's tool.
"A Needle with that filthy ftone,
Quite idle, all with ruft o'ergrown!
You better might employ your parts,
And aid the fempfirefs in her arts;
But tell me how the friendship grew
Between that paltry flint and you."
"Friend, fays the Needle, ceafe to blame;
I follow real worth and fame.
Know'st thou the loadftone's power and art,
That virtue virtues can impart ?
Of all his talents I partake:
What had I been? the guide of thread;,
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