A guinea with her touch you fee

Take ev'ry shape, but Charity;
And not one thing you saw, or drew,
But chang'd from what was first in view.

The Juggler now in grief of heart,
With this fubmiffion own'd her art.
Can I fuch matchlefs flight withstand!
How practice hath improv'd your hand!
But now and then I cheat the throng;
You ev'ry day, and all day long.

FABLE

FABLE XLIII.

The COUNCIL of HORSES.

UPON a time a neighing steed,

Who graz'd among a num'rous breed,
With mutiny had fir'd the train,
And spread diffention through the plain.
On matters that concern'd the state
The council met in grand debate.
A colt, whofe eye-balls flam'd with ire,
Elate with ftrength and youthful, fire,
In hafte ftept forth before the rest,
And thus the lift'ning throng addreft.

Good gods! how abject is our race,
Condemn'd to flav'ry and difgrace!

Shall

Shall we our fervitude retain,

Because our fires have borne the chain?
Confider, friends, your ftrength and might,
"Tis conqueft to affert your right.
How cumbrous is the gilded coach!
The pride of man is our reproach.
Were we defign'd for daily toil,

To drag the plough-fhare through the foil,
To fweat in harness through the road?
To groan beneath the carrier's load?
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 bestride?
Shall the sharp spur provoke my fide?
Forbid it, heav'ns! Reject the rein;
Your fhame, your infamy difdain.
Let him the Lion firft controul,
And still the tyger's famish'd growl.
Let us, like them, our freedom claim,
And make him tremble at our name.

A general nod approv'd the cause,
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 wife;
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 ftrength, 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 reft 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.

FABLE

FABLE XLIV.

The HOUND and the HUNTSMAN.

IMPERTINENCE at first is born
With heedless flight, or fmiles of fcorn;
Teaz'd into wrath, what patience bears
The noify fool who perfeveres?

The morning wakes, the Huntfman founds
At once rush forth the joyful hounds.

They feek the wood with eager pace,

Through bufh, through brier explore the chace. Now fcatter'd wide, they try the plain,

And fnuff the dewy turf in vain.

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