He next the Mastiff's honour tried, Swift ran the Cur; with indignation "Hang him! the villain's cursed!" he cries; 66 'Judge not unheard," the Mastiff cried, "But weigh the cause of either side. Think not that treachery can be just; Take not informers' words on trust; They ope their hand to every pay, And you and me by turns betray." He spoke; and all the truth appear'd: The Cur was hang'd the Mastiff clear'd. "Is there no hope?" the sick Man said. And took his leave with signs of sorrow, When thus the Man, with gasping breath: "I feel the chilling wound of death! Since I must bid the world adieu, Let me my former life review. I grant my bargains well were made; The little portion in my hands, Is well increased. If, unawares, My will hath made the world amends When I am number'd with the dead, ; By heaven and earth 'twill then be known An Angel came: "Ah! friend," he cried, Prove your intention is sincere : This instant give a hundred pound; Your neighbours want, and you abound. "But why such haste?" the sick Man whines; "Who knows as yet what Heaven designs? Perhaps I may recover still: That sum and more are in my will." "Fool!" says the Vision, "now 'tis plain Your life, your soul, your heaven, was gain. From every side, with all your might, By giving what is not your own." 66 While there is life, there's hope," he cried; "Then why such haste ?". -so groan'd and died. THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, AND THE CLOUD. Is there a bard whom genius fires, As prostrate to the God of Day, "Parent of light! all-seeing Sun! |