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Thy fame is just, the Sage replies ;
Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.
Pride often guides the author's pen;
Books as affected are as men:
But he who studies Nature's laws
From certain truth his maxims draws;
And those, without our schools, suffice
To make men moral, good, and wise.
TO HIS HIGHNESS
DUKE OF CUMBERLAND.
THE LION, THE TIGER, AND THE TRAVELLER.
Accept, young Prince! the moral lay,
And in these Tales mankind survey:
With early virtues plant your breast,
The specious arts of vice detest,
Princes, like beauties, from their youth
Are strangers to the voice of Truth.
Learn to contemn all praise betimes,
For Hattery's the nurse of crimes:
Friendship by sweet reproof is shown;
(A virtue never neara throne)
In courts such freedom must offend;
There none presumes to be a friend.
To those of your exalted station
Each courtier is a dedication.
Must I too flatter like the rest,
And turn my morals to a jest?
The Muse disdains to steal from those
Who thrive in ccuris by fulsome prose.
But shall I hide your real praise,
Or tell you what a nation says?
They in your infant bosom trace
The virtues of your royal race ;
In the fair dawning of your mind
Discern you gen’rous, mild, and kind:
They see you grieve to hear distress,
And pant already to redress.
Go on, the height of good attain,
Nor let a nation hope in vain:
For hence we jusily may presage
The virtues of a riper age.
True courage shall your bosom fire,
And future actions own your sire;
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
A Tiger, roaming for his prey,
Sprung on a Trav’ller in the way;
The prostrate game a Lion spies,
And on the greedy tyrant flies:
With mingled roar resounds the wood,
Their teeth, their claws, distil with blood;
Till, vanquish'd by the Lion's strength,
The spotted foe extends his length.
The man besought the shaggy lord,
And on his knees for life implor’d.
His life the gen'rous hero gave.
Together walking to his cave,
The Lion thus bespoke his guest:
What hardy beast shall dare contest
My matchless strength? You saw the fight,
And must attest my pow'r and right.
Forc'd to forego their native home,
My starving slaves at distance roam.
Within these woods I reign alone;
The boundless forest is my own.
Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood,
Have dy'd the regal den with blood.
These carcasses, on either hand,
Those bones that whiten all the land,
My former deeds and triumphs tell,
Beneath these jaws what numbers fell.
True, says the Man, the strength I saw
Might well the brutal nation awe;
But shall a monarch, brave, like you,
Place glory in so false a view ?
Robbers invade their neighbour's right.
Be lov'd; let justice bound your might,
Mean are ambitious heroes' boasts
Of wasted lands and slaughter'd hosts.
Pirates their pow'r by murders gain;
Wise kings by love and mercy reign.
To me your clemency hath shown
The virtue worthy of a throne.
Heav'n gives you pow'r above the rest,
Like Heav'n, to succour the distrest.
The case is plain, the monarch said;
False glory hath my youth misled;
For beasts of prey, a servile train,
Have been the filatt'rers of my reign.
You reason well. Yet tell me, Friend,
Did ever you in courts attend ?
For all my fawning rogues agree
That human heroes rule like me.
THE SPANIEL AND THE CAMELION.
A SPANIEL, bred with all the care
That waits upon a fav’rite heir,
Ne'er felt Correction's rigid hand;
Indulg'd to disobey command,
In pamper'd ease his hours were spent;
He never knew what learning meant.
Such forward airs, so pert, so smart,
Were sure to win his Lady's heart;
Each little mischief gain'd him praise ;
How pretty were his fawning ways!
The wind was south, the morning fair,
He ventures forth to take the air :
He ranges all the meadow round,
And rolls upon the softest ground;
When near him a camelion seen,
Was scarce distinguish'd from the green.
Dearemblem of the flatt'ring host,
What, live with clowns! a genius lost!