What bleffings must attend the nation He faid. A Goofe, who distant stood, "Whene'er I hear a knave commend, He bids me fhun his worthy friend. What praise! what mighty commendation ! What havock now fhall thin our race, To prove his tafte, and feem polite, 30 35 40 Will feed on Geese both noon and night!”. FABLE VIII. THE LADY AND THE WASP. WHAT whifpers must the Beauty bear! Did not the tender nonfenfe ftrike, But who can drive the numerous breed? IO Who Who knows a fool, must know his brother; And with this plague she's rightly curst, As Doris, at her toilette's duty, As thus in indolence the lies, Now to her neck and cheek aspires. Perch'd on her lip, and fipt the dew. 15 20 25 She frowns; she frets. "Good Gods! fhe cries, Protect me from these teazing flies! Of all the plagues that Heaven hath fent, A Wafp is most impertinent." 39 The hovering infect thus complain'd; "Am I then flighted, fcorn'd, difdain'd? 'Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake. Those cherry lips that breathe perfume, 35 That cheek fo ripe with youthful bloom, Strike him not, Jenny, Doris cries, 40 For For though he's free (to do him right), In ecftafies away he posts; Where'er he came, the favour boats; Brags how her sweetest tea he fips, 45 And fhows the fugar on his lips. The hint alarm'd the forward crew; Sure of fuccefs, away they flew : 50 And now they flutter, now they reft, Nor were they banish'd, till fhe found THE BULL AND THE MASTIFF. EEK you to train your favourite boy? SEE Each caution, every care employ ; And, ere you venture to confide, Let his preceptor's heart be try'd: Weigh well his manners, life, and scope; As on a time, in peaceful reign, He foam'd, he rag'd with thirst of blood. 5 10 And And roar'd aloud: " Sufpend the fight; Or tell me, ere the battle rage, Or avarice, that ne'er can reft? Taught me to conquer, or to bleed." "Curs'd Dog, the Bull reply'd, no more I wonder at thy thirst of gore; For thou (beneath a butcher train'd, · Muft, like thy tutor, blood pursue. · 15 20 30 Take, then, thy fate." With goring wound 35 Mangled he falls, he howls, and dies. FABLE FABLE X. THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER. THE man who with undaunted toils Sails unknown feas to unknown foils, The language of another land. 5 10 15 Let thofe, who question this report, To Pliny's ancient page refort. How learn'd was that fagacious breed! 20 Who now (like them) the Greek can read? 25 A book |