Though all the Ravens of the Hundred, With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs, And you, good woman, sav'd your eggs."
In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind.
A Turkey, tir'd of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought 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 supplies; Behold the busy negro race, See millions blacken all the place! Fear not; like me with freedom eat; An Ant is most delightful meat. How bless'd, how envied, were our life, Could we but 'scape the poulterer's knife! But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys, And Christmas shortens all our days. Sometimes with oysters we combine, Sometimes assist the savoury chine; From the low peasant to the lord, The Turkey smokes on every board. Sure men for gluttony are curs'd, Of the seven deadly sins the worst."
An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach, Thus answer'd from the neighbouring beech:
"Ere you remark another's sin, Bid thy own conscience look within; Controul thy more voracious bill,
Nor for a breakfast nations kill."
THE FATHER AND JUPITER.
THE Man to Jove his suit preferr'd; He begg'd a wife: his prayer was heard. Jove wonder'd at his bold addressing; For how precarious is the blessing!
A wife he takes: and now for heirs Again he worries Heav'n with prayers. Jove nods assent: two hopeful boys And a fine girl reward his joys.
Now more solicitous he grew, And set their future lives in view; He saw that all respect and duty Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty. "Once more (he cries) accept my prayer; Make my lov'd progeny thy care : Let my first hope, my favourite boy, All Fortune's richest gifts enjoy: My next with strong ambition fire; May favour teach him to aspire, Till he the step of power ascend, And courtiers to their idol bend. With every grace, with every charm, My daughter's perfect features arm. If Heaven approve, a Father's bless'd."Jove smiles, and grants his full request. The first, a miser at the heart, Studious of every griping art,
Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain, And all his life devotes to gain: He feels no joy, his cares increase, He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace; In fancied want (a wretch complete) He starves, and yet he dares not eat. The next to sudden honours grew; The thriving art of courts he knew; He reach'd the height of power and place, Then fell, the victim of disgrace.
Beauty with early bloom supplies His daughter's cheek, and points her eyes. The vain coquet each suit disdains, And glories in her lovers' pains. With age she fades, each lover flies; Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies.
When Jove the Father's grief survey'd, And heard him Heav'n and Fate upbraid, Thus spoke the God: "By outward show Men judge of happiness and woe: Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the' eternal will? Seek virtue; and, of that possest, To Providence resign the rest."
THE TWO MONKIES,
THE learned, full of inward pride, The fops of outward show deride; The fop, with learning at defiance, Scoffs at the pedant and the science : 'The Don, a formal solemn strutter, Despises Monsieur's airs and flutter;
While Monsieur mocks the formal fool, Who looks, and speaks, and walks, by rule. Britain, a medley of the twain, As pert as France, as grave as Spain, In fancy wiser than the rest, Laughs at them both, of both the jest. Is not the Poet's chiming close Censur'd by all the sons of Prose? While bards of quick imagination Despise the sleepy prose narration. Men laugh at apes; they men contemn; For what are we but apes to them?
Two Monkeys went to Southwark fair, No critics had a sourer air:
They forc'd their way through draggled folks, Who gap'd to catch Jack Pudding's jokes; Then took their tickets for the show, And got by chance the foremost row. To see their grave observing face Provok'd a laugh through all the place. "Brother, (says Pug, and turn'd his head) The rabble's monstrously ill-bred."
Now through the booth loud hisses ran, Nor ended till the show began. The tumbler whirls the flip-flap round, With sommersets he shakes the ground; The cord beneath the dancer springs; Aloft in air the vaulter swings; Distorted now, now prone depends, Now through his twisted arms ascends; The crowd, in wonder and delight, With clapping hands applaud the sight.
With smiles, quoth Pug, "If pranks like these The giant apes of reason please,
How would they wonder at our arts! They must adore us for our parts. High on the twig I've seen you cling, Play, twist, and turn in airy ring: How can those clumsy things like me, Fly with a bound from tree to tree? But yet, by this applause, we find These emulators of our kind Discern our worth, our parts regard, Who our mean mimics thus reward."
"Brother, (the grinning mate replies) In this I grant that man is wise : While good example they pursue, We must allow some praise is due; But when they strain beyond their guide, I laugh to scorn the mimic pride; For how fantastic is the sight, To meet men always bolt upright, Because we sometimes walk on two! I hate the imitating crew."
THE OWL AND THE FARMER.
AN Owl of grave deport and mien, Who (like the Turk) was seldom seen, Within a barn had chose his station, As fit for prey and contemplation: Upon a beam aloft he sits, And nods, and seems to think, by fits. (So have I seen a man of news, Or Post-boy or Gazette peruse, Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound, And fix the fate of Europe round.)
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