Hear only him, he'll fwear it too, 'Tis that curs'd Cur alone we hate. The 'Squire heard truth. Now YAP rush'd in; The wide hall echoes with his din: Yet truth prevail'd; and, with disgrace, FABLE FABLE VII. The COUNTRYMAN and JUPITER. то MYSELF. HAVE you a friend (look round and spy) Your faults fo obvious to mankind, My partial eyes could never find. When, by the breath of fortune blown, Was I e'er known to damp your spirit, 'Tis not fo ftrange, that fortune's frown The gifts of fortune truly rate; Think, GAY, (what ne'er may be the cafe) Suppose yourself a wealthy heir, Might Might you not then (like others) find You might ftart out a glaring fool; Sunk is all credit, writs affail, Or were you dignify'd with pow'r, Great guilt knew never joy at heart. Is happiness your point in view? O'erfpent with toil, beneath the fhade, A peafant refted on his fpade. Good Good gods! he cries, 'tis hard to bear Jove heard the discontented ftrain, Speak out your wants then, honest friend: Inftruct me what could mend your ftate. Mankind in ev'ry station fee. What with y you? Tell me what you'd be. So faid, upborne upon a cloud, Yon face of care, fays Jove, behold, Hold, fays the God; first learn to know Here, take it, view his true condition. |