Forth from his yard a tanner flies, "A cudgel fhall correct your manners: With equal rage a butcher, vex'd, 20 25 30 Think not, rafh fool, to fhare his fame; Be his the honour, or the fhame.” Thus faid, they fwore, and rav'd like thunder, Then dragg'd their fasten'd dogs asunder ; While clubs and kicks from every fide Rebounded from the Maftiff's hide. All reeking now with sweat and blood, 35 FABLE FABLE XXXV. THE BARLEY-MOW AND THE DUNGHILL. HOW many faucy airs we meet From Temple-bar to Aldgate-ftreet! Proud rogues, who shared the South-sea prey, To know a brother or a friend; They blush to hear their mother's name, "Say, good Sir, is it fit or right 5 1.0 1.5. 20 Are FABLE XXXVII. THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE RAVEN. WHY HY are thofe tears? why droops your head? Or does a worfe difgrace betide? Alas! you know the cause too well; Nor feel affliction in thy fears; Let not thy ftomach be suspended; Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended; Thus far and wide was heard her fcream. 5 19 15 20 25 "That "That Raven on yon' left hand oak (Curfe on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good." No more fhe said, When poor blind Ball, with ftumbling tread, 30 She, fprawling in the yellow road, I knew misfortune in the note." "Dame, quoth the Raven, fpare your oaths, Unclench your fift, and wipe your cloaths. But why on me those curfes thrown? Goody, the fault was all your own; 35 40 For, had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old fure-footed mare, Though all the Ravens of the Hundred With croaking had your tongue out-thundered, Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs, And you, good Woman, fav'd your eggs." FABLE XXXVIII. THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. N other men we faults can spy, IN And blame the mote that dims their eye, Each little fpeck and blemish find; 45 To our own ftronger errors blind. A Tur A Turkey, tir'd of common food, Forfook the barn, and fought the wood; Behind her ran an infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. "Draw near, my Birds! the Mother cries, This hill delicious fare fupplies; Behold the busy negroe race, See millions blacken all the place! Fear not; like me, with freedom eat; How blefs'd, how envy'd, were our life, An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 |