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He said. A Goofe, who distant stood,
Harangu'd apart the cackling brood.

Whene'er I hear a knave commend,
He bids me Thun his worthy friend.
What praise ! what mighty commendation !
But 'twas a Fox who fpoke th' oration.
Foxes this government may prize,
As gentle, plentiful, and wise ;
If they enjoy these sweets, 'tis plain,
We Gecfe must feel a tyrant reign.
What havock now fhall thin our race,
When every petty clerk in place,
To prove his taste, and seem polite,
Will feed on Geese both noon and night.

• 1x. The Lady and the WASP. TITHAT whispers must the Beauty bear!

What hourly nonsense haunts her ear!
Where'er her eyes difpenfe their charms,
Impertinence around her swarms.
Did not the tender nonsense strike, .
Contempt and scorn might look dislike,
Forbidding airs might thin the place ;
The flightest flap a fly.can chace;
But who can drive the num'rous breed ?
Chace one, another will fucceed.
Who knows a fool, must know his brother;
One fop will recoinmend another;
And with this plague she's rightly curs'd,
Because the listen'd to the first.

As Doris, at her toilette's duty,
Sat meditating on her beauty,
She now was pensive, now was gay,
And loll’d the sultry hours away.

As thus in indolence she lies,
A giddy Wasp 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 repulse he bolder grew,
Perch'd on her lip, and fipt the dew.

She frowns, she frets. Good God, the cries,
Protect me from these teazing flies !
Of all the plagues that Heav'n hath sent,
A Wasp is most impertinent.

The hov'ring infect thus complain'd:
Am I then slighted, scorn'd, disdain'd ?
Can fuch offence your anger wake?
'Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake.
Those cherry lips that breathe perfume,
That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom,
Made me with strong desire pursue
'The fairest peach that ever grew.

Strike him not, Jenny, Doris cries,
Nor murder Wafps, like vulgar flies,
For tho' he's frec, (to do him right)
The creature's civil and polite,

In extasies away he posts,
Where'er he came the favour boasts;
Brags how her sweetest tea he fips,
And shews the sugar on his lips.

The hint alarm'd the forward crew;
Sure of success, away they flew :
They share the dainties of the day,
Round her with music airy play;
And now they flutter, now they rest,
Now foar again, and tkim her breast.
Nor were they banith’d, 'till she found
That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound.

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. XThe Bull and the MASTIFF. SEEK you to train your favourite boy?

Each caution, ev'ry care employ ;
And ’ere you venture to confide,
Let his preceptor's heart be try'd;
Weigh well his manners, life, and scope,
On these depend thy future hope.

As on a time, in peaceful reign,
A Bull enjoy'd the flow'ry plain,
A Mastiff pass'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 inorarch stood,
And roar'd aloud : Suspend the fight!
In a whole kin go sleep to-night;
Or tell me, 'ere the batile rage,
What wrongs provoke thee to engage ?
Is it ambition fires thy breast,
Or avarice, that ne'er can rest ?
From these alone unjustly springs
The world-destroying wrath of kings.

The surly Maltiff thus returns,
Within my borom glory burirs,
Like heroes of eternal name,
Whom Poets fing, I fight for faine :
The butcher's fpirit-stirring 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,
Whoío hands with cruelty are ftain'd,
His daily murders in thy view) :
Must, like thy tutor, blood pursue.
Take then thy fate. With goring wound,
At once he lifts him from the ground,
Aloft the sprawling hero flies,
Mangled le falls, he howls, and dies.

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THE man who with undaunted toils

Sails unknown feas to unknown foils,
With various wonders feasts his fight :
What ftranger wonders does he write!
We read, and in description view
Creatures which Adam never knew;
For, when we risque no contradicton,
It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Those things that startle me or you,
I grant are strange, yet may be true.
Who doubts that Elephants are found,
For science and for sense renown’d;
Borri records their strength of parts,
Extent of thought, and skill of arts ;
How they perform the law's decrees,
And save the state the hangman's fees;
And how by travel understand
The language of another land.
Let thole, who question this report,
To Pliny's ancient page refort...
How lcarn'd was that fagacious breed !
Who now, like them, the Greek can read ?

As one of these, in days of yore,
Rummag'd a fhop of learning o'er,
Not like our modern dealers, minding
Only the margin's breadth and binding,
A book his curious eye detains,
Where with exactest care and pains,
Were every beast and bird pourtray'd,
I hat e'er the search of man survey'd ; .
Their natures and their powers were writ
With all the pride of human wit :
'The page he with at ention fprçad,
And chius remark'd on what he read :-

Man with strong reason is endow'd,
A But scarce inttinct is allow'd :


But let this author's worth be try'd,
'Tis plain that neither was his guide.
Can he discern the different natures,
And weigh the power of other creatures,
Who by that partial work hath fhown
He knows fo little of his own?
How falsely is the spaniel drawn !
Did Man from him first learn to fawn?
A dog proficient in the trade!
He the chief flatt'rer Nature made ?
Go, Man, the ways of courts difcern,

You'll find a spaniel still might learn.
How can the fox's theft and plunder
Provoke his censure, or his wonder?
From courtiers' tricks, and lawyers' arts,
The fox might well improve his parts.
The lion, wolf, and tyger's brood,
He curses for their thirst of blood ; .
But is not man tò man a prey ?
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

The Bookseller, who heard him fpeak,
And saw him turn a page of Greek,
Thought what a genius have I found ?
Then thus address’d with bow profound :-

Learn'd Sir, if you'd employ your pen
Against the senseless sons of men,
Or write the history of Siam,
No man is better pay than I am;
Or, fince you're learn'd in Greek, let's see
Something against the Trinity.
· When wrinkling with a sneer his trunk,
Friend, quoth the Elephant, you're drunk;
E'en keep your money and be wise,
Leave man on man to criticise ;
For that you ne'er can want a pen
Among the senseless sons of men ;
They unprovok'd will court the fray,
Envy's a sharper fpur than pay;

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