For why? he lived in constant fear, The noisy Cur his heels pursued; Now fierce with rage, now struck with dread, At once he snarlèd, bit, and fled. Aloof he bays, with bristling hair, And thus in secret growls his fear: "Who knows but Truth, in this disguise, Now in his howl's continued sound, Their words were lost, their voice was drown'd. Ever in awe of honest tongues, Thus every day he strain'd his lungs. For now the Squire, unvex'd with noise, "Turn off your Cur," the Farmer cries, But learn from us your true estate- The Squire heard Truth. Now Yap rush'd in, Yet Truth prevail'd; and, with disgrace, The dog was cudgell'd out of place.1 (1) The severest satire in the whole English language, is that by Swift, in his voyage to Laputa (Gulliver's Travels), upon the choice of their favourites by princes. "The professors in the school of political projectors," he says, "appeared wholly out of their senses. These unhappy people were proposing schemes for persuading monarchs to choose favourites upon the score of their wisdom, capacity, and virtue; of teaching the ministers to consult the public good; of rewarding merit, great abilities, and eminent services; of instructing princes to know their own true interest, by placing it on the same foundation with that of their people; of choosing for employments, persons qualified to exercise them; with many other wild, impossible, chimeras, that never entered before, into the heart of man to conceive." The whole of this caustic irony is an applicable commentary upon the fable, and not Swift's "madness, but its conscience speaks," when humanity acknowledges the truth of it. After all, the condition of a lying courtier is somewhat irksome, for not only is his position precarious, but his penalty severe, since every one may call him a rogue, and he cannot deny it. HAVE you TO MYSELF. a friend (look round and spy) So fond, so prepossess'd as I? Your faults, so obvious to mankind, My partial eyes could never find. Was I e'er known to damp your spirit, Think, GAY, (what ne'er may be the case,) Suppose yourself a wealthy heir, With change of fortune, change of mind? (1) Swift compares, in his Tale of a Tub, "honesty to an old pair of shoes cobbled out in the dirt." "Thou knowest in the days of innocency Adam fell; and what shall poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of knavery?"-SHAKS. Hen. IV. (1) Perhaps, profuse beyond all rule, Sunk is all credit, writs assail, And doom your future life to jail. Or were you dignified with power, "All happiness is seated in content."-OTWAY, C. Mar. Who are of largest tenements possess'd, While swelling coffers break their owners' rest. More truly happy those that can Bridle their passions, and direct their will, Through all the glitt'ring paths of charming ill; Who in a fix'd, unalterable state, Smile at the doubtful tide of fate, And scorn alike her friendship and her hate; But kindly for their friend embrace their death, And seal their country's love, with their departing breath." |