She never flavishly fubmits;
She'll have her will, or have her fits.
He this way tugs, fhe th' other draws;
The man grows jealous, and with caufe.
Nothing can fave him but divorce;
And here the wife complies of course.”
"When, fays the boy, had I to do
With either your affairs or you
I never idly spend my darts ;
You trade in mercenary hearts.
For fettlements the lawyer's fee'd;
Is my hand witnefs to the deed ?
If they like cat and dog agree,
Go rail at Plutus, not at me."
Plutus appear'd, and faid, " 'Tis true,
In marriage, gold is all their view;
They feek not beauty, wit, or fense,
And love is feldom the pretence.
All offer incenfe at my fhrine,
And I alone the bargain fign.
How can Belinda blame her fate?
She only afk'd a great estate.
Doris was rich enough, 'tis true;
Her lord must give her title too :
And every man, or rich or poor,
A fortune afks, and asks no more."
Avarice, whatever fhape it bears,
Muft ftill be coupled with its cares.
S a young Stag the thicket paft,
The branches held his antlers faft.
A clown, who faw the captive hung,
Acrofs the horns his halter flung.
Now fafely hamper'd in the cord,
He bore the present to his lord.
His lord was pleas'd; as was the clown,
When he was tipp'd with half-a-crown.
The Stag was brought before his wife;
The tender lady begg'd his life.
How fleek's the fkin! how fpeck'd like ermine!
Sure never creature was fo charming!
At first within the yard confin'd,
He flies and hides from all mankind;
Now bolder grown, with fix'd amaze,
And diftant awe, prefumes to gaze;
Munches the linen on the lines,
And on a hood or apron dines:
He fteals my little mafter's bread,
Follows the fervants to be fed :
Nearer and nearer now he ftands,
To feel the praife of patting hands;
Examines every fift for meat,
And, though repuls'd, disdains retreat;
Attacks again with level'd horns,
And man, that was his terror, fcorns.
Such is the country maiden's fright,
When firft a Redcoat is in fight;
Behind the door the hides her face,
Next time at diftance eyes the lace:
She now can all his terrors ftand,
Nor from his fqueeze withdraws her hand.
She plays familiar in his arms,
MONKEY, to reform the times,
Refolv'd to vifit foreign climes ;
For men in diftant regions roam,
To bring politer manners home.
So forth he fares, all toil defies:
Misfortune ferves to make us wife.
At length the treacherous fnare was laid ;
Poor Pug was caught; to Town convey'd;
There fold. (How envy'd was his doom,
Made captive in a lady's room!)
Proud, as a lover, of his chains,
He day by day her favour gains.
Whene'er the duty of the day
The toilette calls, with mimic play
He twirls her knots, he cracks her fan,
Like any other gentleman.
In vifits too, his parts and wit,
When jefts grew dull, were fure to hit.
Proud with applaufe, he thought his mind
In every courtly art refin'd;
Like Orpheus, burnt with public zeal,
To civilize the Monkey-weal;
So watch'd occafion, broke his chain,.
And fought his native woods again.
The hairy fylvans round him prefs,
Aftonish'd at his ftrut and drefs.
Some praise his fleeve, and others glote
Upon his rich embroider'd coat,
His dapper perriwig commending,
With the black tail behind depending; ·
His powder'd back, above, below,
Like hoary frofts, or fleecy fnow;
But all, with envy and desire,
His fluttering fhoulder-knot admire.
Hear and improve, he pertly cries;
I come to make a nation wife
Weigh your own worth; fupport your place,
The next in rank to human race.
In cities long I pass'd my days,
Convers'd with men, and learn'd their ways.
Their drefs, their courtly manners fee;
Reform your ftate, and copy me..
Seek ye to thrive? In flattery deal;
Your fcorn, your hate, with that conceal.
Seem only, to regard your friends,
But ufe them for your private ends.
Stint not to truth the flow of wit;
Be prompt to lie whene'er 'tis fit.
Bend all your force to fpatter merit;
Scandal is conversation's fpirit.
Boldly to every thing pretend,
And men your talents fhall commend.
I knew the great. Obferve me right;
So fhall you grow, like man, polite.
He spoke, and bow'd. With muttering jaws 55 The wondering circle grinn'd applaufe. Now, warm'd with malice, envy, fpite, Their moft obliging friends they bite; And, fond to copy human ways, Practife new mischiefs all their days.
Thus the dull lad, too tall for school,
With travel finishes the fool;
Studious of every coxcomb's airs,
He drinks, games, dreffes, whores, and fwears;
O'erlooks with fcorn all virtuous arts,
For vice is fitted to his parts.
THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE PHEASANTS.
THE Sage, awak'd at early day,
Through the deep foreft took his way;
Drawn by the mufic of the groves,
Along the winding gloom he roves :
From tree to tree the warbling throats
Prolong the fweet alternate notes;
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