Now, raised again from low approach,
She visits in the doctor's coach:

Here, there, by various fortune tost,
At last in Gresham-hall was lost.
Charm'd with the wonders of the show,
On every side, above, below,

She now of this or that inquires;

What least was understood, admires.

'Tis plain, each thing so struck her mind,

Her head 's of virtuoso kind.

"And pray what's this, and this, dear Sir?"

"A Needle," says th' interpreter.

She knew the name; and thus the fool
Address'd her as a tailor's tool:

"A Needle with that filthy stone,
Quite idle, all with rust o'ergrown!
You better might employ your parts,
And aid the sempstress in her arts;
But tell me how the friendship grew
Between that paltry flint and you ?

"Friend," says the Needle, " cease to blame;

I follow real worth and fame.

Know'st thou the loadstone's power and art,

That virtue virtues can impart ?

Of all his talents I partake;

Who then can such a friend forsake?

"Tis I direct the pilot's hand

To shun the rocks and treacherous sand:

By me the distant world is known,

And either India is our own.

Had I with milliners been bred,
What had I been? the guide of thread;
And drudged, as vulgar Needles do,
Of no more consequence than you."

THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF.

A WOLF, with hunger fierce and bold,
Ravaged the plains, and thinn'd the fold;
Deep in the wood, secure he lay;
The thefts of night regaled the day.

In vain the shepherd's wakeful care

Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare; In vain the dog pursued his pace,

The fleeter robber mock'd the chase.

As Lightfoot ranged the forest round,

By chance the foe's retreat he found. "Let us a while the war suspend,

And reason as from friend to friend."

"A truce!" replies the Wolf. "Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun :

"How can that strong intrepid mind Attack a weak defenceless kind? Those jaws should prey on nobler food, And drink the boar's and lion's blood. Great souls with generous pity melt, Which coward tryants never felt. How harmless is our fleecy care! Be brave, and let thy mercy spare." "Friend," says the Wolf, "the matter weigh; Nature design'd us beasts of prey; As such, when hunger finds a treat, 'Tis necessary Wolves should eat. If, mindful of the bleating weal, Thy bosom burn with real zeal, Hence, and thy tyrant lord beseech; To him repeat the moving speech: A Wolf eats sheep but now and then, Ten thousand are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse."

LEST men suspect your tale untrue,

Keep probability in view;

The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, The credit of his book confounds.

Who with his tongue hath armies routed,
Makes e'en his real courage doubted.

But flattery never seems absurd;
The flatter'd always take your word:
Impossibilities seem just:

They take the strongest praise on trust.
Hyperboles, though ne'er so great,
Will still come short of self-conceit.

So very like a Painter drew,

That every eye the picture knew :