WHAT whispers mult the Beauty bear!

What hourly nonfenfe haunts her ear!

Where'er her eyes difpenfe their charms,
Impertinence around her fwarms.

Did not the tender nonfenfe ftrike,
Contempt and fcorn might foon diflike.
Forbidding airs might thin the place,
The flightest flap a fly can chafe.
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

And with this plague fhe's rightly curft,
Because the liften'd to the firft.

As DORIS, at her toilette's duty,
Sat meditating on her beauty,
She now was penfive, now was gay,
And loll'd the fultry hours away.
As thus in indolence fhe lies,
A giddy Wafp around her flies,
He now advances, now retires,
Now to her neck and cheek afpires.
Her fan in vain defends her charms;
Swift he returns, again alarms;
For by repulfe 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,
A Wafp is most impertinent.

The hov'ring infect thus complain'd,
Am I then flighted, fcorn'd, difdain'd
Can fuch offence your anger wake?
'Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake.
Thofe cherry lips that breathe perfume,
That cheek fo ripe with youthful bloom,
Made me with ftrong defire pursue
The fairest peach that ever grew.

Strike him not, JENNY, DORIS cries,
Nor murder Wafps like vulgar flies:
For though he's free (to do him right)

The creature's civil and polite.

In ecftacies away he pofts;

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,
Round her with airy mufic play;
And now they flutter, now they reft,
Now foar again, and skim her breast.
Nor were they banish'd, till the found
That Wafps have ftings, and felt the wound.;

FABLE IX.

The BULL and the MASTIFF.

SEEK you to train you fav'rite boy?
Each caution, ev'ry care employ :
And e're you venture to confide,
Let his preceptor's heart be try'd:
Weigh well his manners, life and scope;
On these depends thy future hope.

As on a time, in peaceful reign,
A Bull enjoy'd the flow'ry plain,

A Maftiff

A Maftiff pafs'd; inflam'd with ire,
His eye-balls shot indignant fire ;
He foam'd, he rag'd with thirst of blood.
Spurning the ground the monarch stood,
And roar'd aloud, Suspend the fight;
In a whole skin go fleep to night:
Or tell me, ere the battle rage,
What wrongs provoke thee to engage ?
Is it ambition fires thy breast,
Or avarice that ne'er can rest ?
From thefe alone unjustly springs
The world-deftroying wrath of kings.
The furly Maftiff thus returns.
Within my bofom glory burns.
Like heroes of eternal name,
Whom poets fing, I fight for fame.
The butcher's fpirit-ftirring mind
To daily war my youth inclin'd;
He train❜d me to heroic deed;
Taught me to conquer, or to bleed,

Curs❜d Dog, the Bull reply'd, no more
I wonder at thy thirst of gore;
For thou (beneath a butcher train'd,
Whofe hands with cruelty are ftain'd
His daily murders in thy view)
Muft, like thy tutor, blood purfue.

Take then thy fate. With goring wound,
At once he lifts him from the ground;

Aloft the sprawling hero flies,

Mangled he falls, he howls, and dies.
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