AS THE TAME STAG. Sa young Stag the thicket paft, The branches held his antlers faft. A clown, who faw the captive hung, Across the horns his halter flung. Now fafely hamper'd in the cord, His lord was pleas'd; as was the clown, How fleek's the skin! how speck'd like ermine! At first within the yard confin'd, And, though repuls'd, difdains retreat; And man, that was his terror, fcorns. 5 ΤΟ 20 25 Such Such is the country maiden's fright, Behind the door the hides her face, THE MONKEY WHO HAD SEEN THE WORLD. A MONKEY, to reform the times, For men in distant regions roam, At length the treacherous fnare was laid; ΙΟ Proud, as a lover, of his chains, He day by day her favour gains. The toilette calls, with mimic play He twirls her knots, he cracks her fan, 15 In In vifits too, his parts and wit, Like Orpheus, burnt with public zeal, So watch'd occafion, broke his chain, Some praise his fleeve, and others glote With the black tail behind depending; 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 pafs'd my days, 20 25 30 35 Convers'd with men, and learn'd their ways. 40 Their drefs, their courtly manners fee; Reform your state, and copy me. Seek ye to thrive? In flattery deal; Your fcorn, your hate, with that conceal. Seem only to regard your friends, But use them for your private ends. E 4 45 Stint Stint not to truth the flow of wit; 50 He spoke, and bow'd. With muttering jaws 55 The wondering circle grinn'd applause. Now, warm'd with malice, envy, fpite, Their most obliging friends they bite; And, fond to copy human ways, Practise 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; 60 65 Drawn by the mufic of the groves, 5 But, But, where he past, he terror threw, The song broke short, the warblers flew ; And nightingales abhorr'd his fight; To fhun the hateful fight of man. Whence is this dread of every creature? As thus he walk'd in mufing thought, No dangers here fhall circumvent, Than man, of animals the worst. In him ingratitude you find, A vice peculiar to the kind. The sheep whose annual fleece is dy'd Is in the cruel shambles flain. The fwarms who with induftrious skill, 30 35 What |