Forbid it, Heaven! Reject the rein,
Your fhame, your infamy difdain.
Let him the lion firft controul,
And ftill the tyger's famifh'd growl:
Let us, like them, our freedom claim,
And make them tremble at our name.
A gen'ral 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, to the murmurs of the train,
I hus fpoke the Neftor of the plain :
When I had health and strength, 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 ease 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 fkies!
For us he bears the fultry day,
And ftores up all our winter's hay:
He fows, he reaps the harveft's gain,
We fhare the toil and fhare the grain.
Since every creature was decreed
To aid each other's mutual need,
Appeafe your difcontented mind,
And act the part by Heaven affign'd.
The tumult ceas'd. The Colt fubinitted,
And, like his ancestors, was bitted.

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The HOUND and the HUNTSMAN.

MPERTINENCE at firft is borne

With heedlefs flight, or finiles 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,
Thro' buth, thro' briar explore the chace;
Now fcatter'd wide, they try the plain,
And fnuff the dewy turf in vain :
What care, what industry, what pains!
What univerfal filence reigns!

Ringwood, a dog of little fame,
Young, pert, and ignorant of game,
At once difplays his babbling throat;
The pack, regardless of his note,
Pursue the fcent; with louder strain
He ftill perfifts to vex the train.

The Huntfinan to the clamour flies,
The finacking lafh he fmartly plies;
His ribs all welk'd, with howling tone,
The puppy thus expreft his moan:

I know the mufic of my tongue
Long fince the pack with envy ftung;
What will not fpite? Thefe bitter fmarts
I owe to my fuperior parts.

When puppies prate, the Huntfman cry'd,
They thow both ignorance and pride.
Fools may our fcorn, not envy raise,
For envy is a kind of praife.
Had not thy forward, noify tongue,
Proclaim'd thee always in the wrong,
Thou might'ft have mingled with the reft,
And ne'er thy foolith noife confeft:
But fools, to talking ever prone,
Are fure to make their, follies known

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XLVI. The POET and the ROSE.

Hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown,
Imagine that they raife their own:
"hus fcribblers, covetous of praife,
Think flander can tranfplant the bays.
Beauties and bards have equal pride,
With both all rivals are decry'd.
Who praifes Lefbia's eyes and feature,
Muft call her fifter aukward creature;
For the kind flatt'ry's fure to charm,
When we fome other nymph difarm.
As in the cool of early day,

A Poet fought the fweets of May,
The garden's fragrant breath afcends,
And every stalk with odour bends;
A Rofe he pluck'd, he gaz'd, admir'd,
Thus finging as the Mufe infpir'd.
Go, Rofe, my Chloe's bofom grace
How happy fhould I prove,
Might I fupply that envy'd place
With never-fading love!

There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye,
Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die!
Know, haplefs flower, that thou fhalt find
More fr grant roses there;

I fee thy, withering head reclin'd
With envy and despair!

One common fate we both must prove,
You die with envy, I with love..
Spare your comparisons, reply'd
An angry Rofe, who grew befide;
Of all mankind you fhould not ficut us,
What can a Port do without us!

In every love-fong Rofes -bloom,
We lend you colour and perfume.

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Does it, to Chloe's charm conduce,
To found her praife on our abufe?
Muft we, to flatter her, be made
To wither, envy, pine, and fade ?

XLVII. The CUR, the HORSE, and the SHEPHERD'S DOG.

HE lad, of all-fufficient merit,

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With modefty ne'er damps his fpirit;

Prefuming on his own deferts,

On all alike his tongue exerts;
His noify jokes at random throws,
And pertly fpatters friends and foes:
In wit and war the bully race
Contribute to their own difgrace.
Too late the forward youth fhall find
That jokes are fometimes paid in kind;
Or if they canker in the breaft
He makes a foe who makes a jeft.
A village Cur, of fnappifh race,
The perteft puppy of the place,
Imagin'd that his treble throat
Was bleft with mufic's fweeteft note;
In the mid-road he bafking lay,
The yelping nufance of the way;
For not a creature paft along
But had a fample of his fong.

Soon as the trotting Steed he hears,
He ftarts, he cocks his dapper ears,,
Away he fcours, affaults his hoof,
Now near him fnarls, now barks, albof
With fhrill impertinence attends,
Nor leaves him till the village erds..
It chanc'd upon his evil day,

A Pad came pacing down the way;

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The Cur, with never-ceafing tongue,
Upon the paffing trav'ler fprung;
The Horfe from fcorn provok'd to ire,
Flung backward; rolling in the mire,
The Puppy howl'd, and bleeding lay
The Pad in peace purfu'd his way..

A Shepherd's Dog, who faw the deed,
Detefting the vexatious breed,
Befpoke him thus: When Coxcombs prate,
They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate.
Thy teazing tongue had judgment ty'd,
Thou hadst not, like a Puppy, dy'd.,

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XLVIII. The COURT of DEATH.
EATH, on a folemn night of ftate,
In all his pomp of terrors fate
The attendants of his gloomy reign,
Diseases dire,-a ghaftly train!

Croud the vast Court. With hollow tone,
A voice thus thunder'd from the throne:
This night our Minifter we name,

Let every fervant fpeak his claim

Merit will bear this ebon wand.

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All, at the word, ftretch'd forth their hand..
Fever, with burning heat poffeft,
Advanc'd, and for the wand addreft:
I to the weekly bills appeal,
Let thofe exprefs my fervent zeal;,
On every flight occafion near,
With violence I perfevere.

Next Gout appears with limping pace,
Pleads how he fhifts from place to place;
From head to foot how fwift he flies,
And every joint am finew plys;
Still working when he feems fuppreft,-
A most tenacious, ftubborn guest.

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