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My worth sagacious courtiers fee,
And to preserment rise, like me.
The thriving pimp, who beauty sets,
Hath ofi' enhanc'd a nation's debts :
Friend fets his friend, without regard,
And ministers his skill reward :
Thus trait'd by man, I learnt his ways ;
And growing favour feasts my days."

I might have guess'd, the Partridge said,
The place where you were train's and fed ;
Servants are apt, and in a trice
Ape to a hair their master's vice.
You came from court, you say. Adieu !!
She said, and to the covey flew.




« Where, Sir, is all this dainty cheer
Nor Turkey, Goose, nor Hen, is here.
These are the phantoms of your brain;
And your sons lick their lips in vain.”

“0 Gluttons ! says the drooping Sire,
Restrain inordinate desire.
Your liquorish taite you shall deplore,
When peace of conscience is no more.
Does not the hound betray our pace,
And gins and gyns destroy our race?
Thieves dread the searching eye of power ;
And never feel the quiet hour.
Old age ( which few of us shall know)
Now puts a period to my woe.
Would you true happiness attain,
Let honefty your passions rein,
So live in credit and esteem,
And the good name you loft redeem.”

«« 'The counsel's good, a Fox replies,
Could we perform what you advise.
Think what our ancestors have done;
A line of thieves from son to son.
To us descends the long disgrace,
And infamy hath mark'd our race.
Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed,
Honest in thought, in word, and deed,
Whatever hen-rooit is decreas'd,
We shall be thought to share the feast.
The change thall never be believ'd.
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.”

“ Nay, then, replies the feeble Fox, (But, hark! I hear a hen that clucks) Go; but be moderate in your food ; A chicken, too, might do me good.”

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THE ranging Dog the stubble tries,

And searches every breeze that flies; The scent grows warm; with cautious fear He creeps, and points the covey near ; The men in filence, far behind, Conscious of game, the net unbind.

A Partridge, with experience wise, The fraudful preparation spies; She mocks their toils, alarms her brood, The covey springs, and seeks the wood ; But, ere her certain wings she tries : Thus to the creeping Spaniel cries : “ Thuu fawning Nave to man's deceit, Thou pimp of luxury, sneaking cheat, Of thy whole species thou disgrace ; Dogs Thould disown thee of their race ! For, if I judge their native parts, They're born with honest open hearts; And, ere they serv'd man's wicked ends, Were generous foes, or real friends."

When thus the Dog, with scornful smile :

Secure of wing, thou dar'ft revile. Clowns are to polith'd manners blind; How ignorant is the rustic mind!

A RAKE, by every passion ruld,
40 With every vice his youth had coolid;

Disease his tainted blood affails :
His spirits Croop, his vigour fails :
With secret ills at home he pines,

5 And, like infirm old age, declines. 45 As, twing’d with pain, he pensive fits,

And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits,
A ghaftly phantom, lean and wan,
Before him rose, and thus began :

“ My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your car ; 50. Attend, and be advis'd by Care.

Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
When health is loit. Be timely wise:

15 With health all taste of pleasure flies.”

Thus said, the Phantom disappears.
The wary counsel wak'd his fears.
He now from all excess abftains,
With phyfic purifies his veins;
And to procure a sober life,
Resolves to venture on a wife.

But now again the Sprite ascends,
Where'er he walks, his car attends ;
Infinuates that beauty's frail,

That perseverance must prevail;
With jealousies his brain inflames,
And whispers all her lovers' names.

In other hours she represents 10 His household charge, his annual rents, 30

Increasing debts, perplexing duns,
And nothing for his

younger sons.
Straight all his thought to gain he turns,

And with the thirst of lucre burns. 15 But, when possess'd of Fortune's store, 35

The Spectre haunts him more and more ;
Sets want and mifery in view,
Bold thieves, and all the murdering crew;

Alarms him with eternal frights,
20 Infests his dream, or wakes his nights.

How ihall he chace this hideous guest ?
Power may perhaps protect his rest.
To Power he rose. Again the Sprite
Besets him morning, noon, and night;


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Talks of Ambition's tottering seat,


F A BLE XXXIII. How Envy persecutes the great,

THE COURTIER AND PROTEUS. Of rival hate, of treacherous friends,

WHENE'ER a Courtier's out of place, And what disgrace his fall attends.

The country shelters his disgrace; The court he quits, to fly from Care,

Where, doom'd to exercise and health, And seeks the peace of rural air :


His house and gardens own his wealth. His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours;

He builds new schemes, in hopejto gain

5 He prund his trees, he rais’d his flowers.

The plunder of another reign ; But Care again his steps pursues,

Like Philip's fon, would fain be doing, Warns him of blalts, of blighting dews,

And fighs for other realms to ruin. Of plundering insects, snails, and rains,


As one of these (without his wand) And droughts that starv'd the labour'd plains. Pensive along the winding strand Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there;

Employ'd the solitary hour, la vain we seek to fly from Care.

In projects to regain his power, At length he thus che Ghost addreft :

The waves in spreading circles ran, * Since thou must be my conftant guest, 60 Proteus arose, and thus began. Be kind, and follow me no more;

“ Came you from court? for in your mien 15 For Care, by right, should go before."

A felf-important air is seen."

He frankly own'd his friends had trick'd him, And how he fell his party's victim.

« Know, says the God, by matchless skill

I change to every shape at will ;

But yet, I'm told, at court you see

Those who presume to rival me

Thus said : a Snake, with hideous trail,
Proteus extends his scaly mail.

« Know, says the Man, though proud in place, Two formal Owls together fat,

All Courtiers are of reptile race.

25 Conferring thus in solemn chat :

Like you, they take that dreadful form, « How is the modern taste decayod!

Balk in the sun, and fly the storm ; Where 's the respect to wisdom paid

With malice hiss, with envy glote, Our worth the Grecian fages knew;

s And for convenience change their coat";s: 30 They gave our fires the honour due;

With sew-got lustre rear their head, They weigh'd the dignity of fowls,

Though on a dunghill born and bred.” And pry'd into the depth of Owls,

Sudden the God a Lion stands;
Athens, the seat of learned fame,

He shakes his mane, he spurns the sands.
With general voice rever'd our name;
I• Now a fierce Lynx, with fiery glare ;

35 On merit title was conferr'd,

A Wolf, an Als, a Fox, a Bear. And all adord th' Athenian bird."

“ Had I ne'er liv'd at court, he cries, “ Brother, you reason well, replies

Such transformation might surprize; The folemn mate, with half-fhut eyes.

But there, in quest of daily game, Right. Athens was the seat of learsing, 15 Each able Courtier acts the same; And truly wisdom is discerning.

Wolves, Lions, Lynxes, while in place, Besides, on Pallas' helm we fit,

Their friends and fellows are their chace. The type and ornament of wit :

They play the Bear's and Fox's part, But now, alas! we're quite neglected,

Now rob by forse, now steal with art. And a pert Sparrow's more respected." 20 | They sometimes in the senate bray,

45 A Sparrow, who was lodg'd beside,

Or, chang'd again to bearts of prey; O'erhears them footh each other's pride ;

Down from the Lion to the Ape, And thus he nimbly vents his heat :

Practise the frauds of every shape." “ Who meets a fool must find conceit. So said: upon the God he Aies, I grant you were at Athens grac'd,

25 In cords the struggling captive ties. .. And on Minerva's helm were plac'd ;

" Now, Proteus ! now (to truth compellid) But every bird that wings the sky,

Speak, and confess thy art 'excell'd.
Except an Owl, can tell you why :

Use strength, surprise, or what you will,
From hence they taught their schools to know The Courtier finds evasions still ;
How falle we judge by outward thow ; 30 Not to be bound by any ties,

55 That we should never looks citeem,

And never forc'd to leave his lyes."
Since fools as wise as you might seem.
Would ye contempt and scorn avoid,

Let your vain-glory be destroy'd :
Humble your arrogance of thought,
Pursue the ways by Nature taught :

35 THOSE who in quarrels interpofe,

Muit often wipe a bloody nose. So thall you find delicious fare,

A Mastiff, of true English blood, And grateful farmers praise your care;

Lor'd fighting better than his food. So thall seek mice your chace rewards

When dogs were snurling for bone, And no keen cat find coors regard."

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And often found (when two tontend)

Meet objects here ? Command it hence; To interpose obtain'd his end.

A thing so mean must give offence." He glory'd in his limping pace ;

The humble Dunghill thus reply'd: The scars of honour seam'd his face ;

" Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride : go In every limb a gash appears,

Insult not thus the meek and low;
And frequent fights retrench'd his cars.

In me thy benefactor know ;
As on a time he heard from far

My warm assistance gave thee birth,
Two dogs engag'd in noisy war,

Or thou hadît perisk'd low in earth; Away he scours, and lays about him,

55 , But up-starts, to support their ftation, 35 Resolv'd no fray should be without him.

Cancel at once all obligation."
Forth from lis yard a tanner flies,
And to the bold intruder cries :

« A cudgel shall correct your manners :
Whence sprung this cursed hate to tanners ?

PYTHAGORAS AND THE COUNTRYMAN, While on my dog you vent your spite,

PYTHAGORAS rofe at early dawn,
Sirrah ! 'tis me you dare not bite."

By soaring meditation drawn;
To see the battle thus perplex'd,

To breathe the fragrance of the day,
With equal rage a butcher vex'd,

Through flowery fields he took his way, Hoarse-screaming from the circled crowd, 25 In muling contemplation warm,

5 To the curs'd Maitiff cries aloud :

His steps milled him to a farm,
Both Hockleyhole and Mary bone

Where on a ladder's topmost round
The combats of my dog h ve known :

A Peasant stood; the hammer's sound He ne'er, like bullies, coward-hearted,

Shook the weak barn. “Say, friend, what care Attacks in public, to be parted. 3o Calls for thy honest labour there?”

10 Think not, rath fool, to share his fames

The Clown, with furly voice replies, Be his the honour, or the shame."

“ Vengeance aloud for justice cries. Thus said, they swore, and rav'd like thunder, This kite, by daily rapine fed, Then dragg'd their fatten'd dogs asunder;

My hens' annoy, my turkeys' dread, While clubs and kicks from every side 35 At length his forfeit life hath paid;

15 Rebounded from the Mallitt's hide.

See on the wall his wings display'd :
All reeking now with sweat and blood,

Here nail'd, a terror to his kind,
A while the parted warriors stood ;

My fowls shall future safety find ; Then pour d upon the meddling foe,

My yard the thriving poultiy feed, Who, worried, howlid and sprawl'd below. 40 And my barns' refule fat the breed." He rose; and limping from the fray,

“ Friend, says the Sage, the doom is wife; By both sides mangled, sneak'd away.

For public good the murderer dies :
But, if these tyrants of the air

Demand a sentence so severe,

Think how the glutton, man, devours ;
THL BARLEY-MOW AND THE DUNGHILL, What bloody feaits regale his hours !

O impudence of power and might,
How many faucy airs we meet
From Temple-bar to Aldgate-street!

Thus to condemn a hawk or kite,
Proud rogues, who shared the South-sea prey,

When thou, perhaps, carnivorous finner, ' And fprung like mushrooms in a day!

Hadit pullets yesterday for dinner!”

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“ Hold, cry'd the Clown, with passion heated,

Shall kites and men alike be treated ?
To know a brother or a friend;
They blush to hear their mother's name,

When Heaven the world with creatures stor'd,
And by their pride expose their shame.

Man was ordain'd their sovereign lord." As cross his'yard, at early day,

“ Thus tyrants boaft, the Sage reply'd, 35 A careful farmer took his way,

Whose murders spring from power and pride

Own then this manlike kite is fiain,
He stopp'd ; and, leaning on his fork,
Observ'd the fail's incessant work.

Thy greater luxury to suftain ;
In thought he meafur'd all his store,

For “ Petty rogues submit to Fate, His geefe, his hog's, he number'd c'er;

“ That great vnes may enjoy their state *." In fancy weigh'd the fieeces rhorn,

15 And multiply'd the next year's corn.

A Barley-mow, which stood beside,
Thus to its musing maiter cry'd :

THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE RAVEN. " Say, good Sir, is it fit or right

WHY are those trars? why droops your bead? To treat me with neglect and night?

Is then your other husband dead? Me, who contribute to your cheer,

Dr dues a wo: se disgrace betide ? And raise your mirth with ale and beer ?

Hath no on: fince his deaih apply'd ? Why thus infulted, thus disgrac'd,

Alas! you know the cause too well;

5 And that vile dunghill near me plac'd ?

The salt is spilt, to me it fell; Are those poor fweepings of a groom,

25 Thatfilihy Sghi, that nauseous fume,

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Then to contribute to my lofs,

Sure men for gluttony are cur s'd,
My knife and fork were laid across;

Of the feven deadly fins the worst."'.
On Friday tool the day I dread!

An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach,
Would I were safe at home in bed !


Thus answer'd from the neighbouring beach :
Laft night (I vow to Heaven 'tis true)

“ Ere you remark another's sin,
Bounce from che fire a coffin flew.

Bid thy own conscience look within ;
Vext pot some fatal news thall tell :

Control thy more voracious bill,
Jod send my Cornish friends be well I

Nor for a breakfast nations kill."
Unhappy Widow, cease thy tears,

Not feel affli&ion in thy fears ;
Let not thy stomach be suspended;
that now, and weep when dinner's ended;

And, when the butler clears the table,
For thy defort I'll read my Fable:

Betwixt her swagging pannier's load

Farmer's Wife to market rode,
And, jogging on, with thoughtful care,

THE Man to love his fuit preferr’d;
Summ’d up the profits of her ware;

He begg'd a wife : his prayer was heard,
When starting from her filver dream,


Jove wonder'd at his bold addrefling i
Thus far and wide was heard her scream,

For how precarious is the blessing!
" That Kaven on yon' left hand oak

A wife he takes ; and now for heirs
(Curse on his ill-beciding croak !)

Again he worries Heaven with prayers,
Bodes me no good." No more the said,

jove nods affent: two hopeful boys
When poor blind Ball, with stumbling tread, 30

And a fine girl reward his joys.
Fell prone ; o'erturn'd the pannier lay,

Now more f»licitous he grew.,
And her walk'd eggs bestrow'd the way.

And set their future lives in view;
She, sprawling in the yellow road,

He saw that all respect and duty
Kaild, swore, and curs d. “ Thou croaking trad, Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty,
A murrain take thy whoreson throat !

" Once more, he cries, accept my prayer;

35 I knew misfortune in the note."



lov'd progeny thy care :
“ Dame, quoth the Raven, spare your oaths,

Let my first hope, my favourite boy,
Unclench your fift, and wipe your cloathso

All Fortune's richest gifts enjoy.
But why on me those curses thrown?

My next with strong ambition fire;
Goody, the fault was all your own;


May favour teach him to aspire,
For, had you laid this brittle ware

Till he the itep of power

On Dun, the old fure-footed mare,

And courtiers to their idol bend !
Though all the Ravens of the Hundred

With every grace, with every charm,
With cloaking had your tongue out-thundered,

My daughter's perfect features arm.
Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs,


If Heaven approve, a Father's blessid."!
And you, good Woman, say'd your eggs."

Jove smiles, and grants his full request,

The first, a mifër 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 inciease,
other men we faults can spy,

He neither wakes nor Necps in peace;
And blame the more that dims their eyes In fancy'd want (a wretch complece)
Each little speck and blemish find;

He starves, and yet he dares not eat.
To our own Itronger errors blind.

The next to sudden honours grew ;
A Turkey, tir'd of common food,


The thriving art of courts he knew;
Forlook the barn, and-fought the wood;

He reach'd the height of power and place,
Behind her ran an infant train,

Then fell the victim of disgrace.
Collecting here and there a grain.

Beauty with early bloom fupplies
“ Draw near, my Birds! the Mother cries, His daughter's cheeks, and points her eyes,
This hill delicious fare supplies ;

10 The vain coquette each suit disdains,
Eehold the busy negroe race,

And glories in her lovers' pains.
See millions blacken all the place }

With age the fades, each lover fies;
Fear not; like me, wich freedom eat';

Contemn'd, forlorn, the pines and dies.
An Ast is mult delightful meat.

When Jove the Father's grief survey'd,
How bless'd, bow envy'd, were our life, 15 And heard him Heaven and Fate upbraid,
Cauld we but 'scape the poulterer's knife ! Thus spoke the God: “ By outward shov
But man, cors'd man, on Turkeys preys,

Men judge of happiness and wot.
And Christmas fhorrens all our days.

Shall ignorance of good and ill
Sometimes with cysters we combine,

Dare to direct ra' eternal will ?
Sometimes affist the favoury chine ;

20 Seek virtue; and, of that pofseft,
From the low peasant to the lord,

Tu Providence refiga che rest."?
The Turkey smokes on every board,

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AN Owl of grave deport and mien,

Who (like the Turk) was seldom sees

Within a barn-had chose his ftation,
As fit for prey and contemplation :

Upon a beam alott he fits,
THE learned, full of inward pride,

And nods, and seems to think by fitz.
The fops of outward fhew deride ;

So bave I seen a man of news
The fop, with learning at defiance,

Or l'oft-boy or Gazette peruse, Scoffs at the pedant and the science :

Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound, The Don, a formal solemn strutter,

And fix the fate of Europe round.

5 Despises Monsieur's airs and flutter;

Sheaves pil'd on fheaves hid all the floor : While Monsieur mocks the formal fool,

At dawn of morn to view his atore Who looks, aud speaks, and walks, by rule.

The Farmer came. The hooting guest Britain, a medley of the twain,

His self-importance thus expreit: As pert as France, as grave as Spain,

" Reafor, in man is mere pretence : In fancy wiser than the rest,

How weak, how shallow, is his sense I Laughs at them both, of both the jeit.

To treat with scorn the Bird of Night, Is not the Poet's chiming close

Declares his folly or his spite. Censur'd by all the fons of Profe?

Then, too, how partial is his praise ! While bards of quick imagination

The lark's, the linnet's, chirping lays

15 To his ill-judging cars are fine ; Despise the neepy profe narration. Men laugh at apes : they men contemn;

And nightingales are all divine : For what are we but apes to them?

But the more knowing feather'd race Two Monkeys went to Southwark fair ;

See wisdom ftamp'd upon my face. No critics had a lourer air :

Whene'er to visit light I deign,

20 They foro'd their way through draggled folks,

What flocks of fowl compose my train ! Who gap'd to catch Jack Pudding's jokes ;

Like Naves, they crowd my flight behind, Then took their tickets for the show,

And own me of superior kind." And got by chance the foremost row.

The Farmer laugh'd, and thus reply'd : To see their grive observing face,

“ Thou dull important lump of pride,

25. Provok'd, a laugh through all the place.

Dar'lt thou with that harth grating tongue “ Brother, says Pug, and turn'd his head,

Depreciate birds of warbling long? The rabble's monstrously ill-bred."

Indulge thy fpleen : know men and fowl Now through the booth loud bifles ran,

Regard thee, as thou art, an Owl. Nor ended till the show began.


Besides, proud Blockhead! be not vain The tumbler whirls the flip-flap round,

Of what thou call'st thy Naves and train: With somersets he shakes the ground;

Few follow Wildom or her rules;
The cord beneath the dancer springs ;

Fools in derifion follow fools."
Aloft in air the vaulter (wings;
Diftorted now, now prone depends,


FABLE Now through his twisted arms ascends;

XLII. 'The crowd, in wonder and delight,

THI JUGGLERS. With clapping hands applaud the fight.

With tiniles, quoth Pug, pranks like these A JUGGLER long through all the Towa The giant-apes of reason please,

Had rais'd his fortune and renown; How would they wonder at our arts !

You'd think (so far his art transcends) They must adore us for our parts.

The devil at his fingers' ends. High on the twig I 've seen you cling,

Vice hcard his fame, she read his bill;
Play, twist, and turn in airy ring :

Convinc'd of his inferior skill,
How can those clumsy things, like me, 45 She fought his booth, and from the crowd
Fly with a bound fronı tree to tree?

Defy'd the man of art aluud.
But yet, by this applause, we find

" Is this then he lo fam'd for Neight? There emulators of our kind

Can this Now bungler cheat your sight? Difcern our wortb, our parts regard,

Dares he with me dispute the prize? 'Who our mean mimics thus reward.'

50 1 leave it to impartial eyes. 66 Brother, the grinning mate replies,

Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, “ 'Tis done ; in this 1 grant that man is wise :

In science I submit to none. While good example they pursue,

Thus faid, the cups and balls he play's;
We must allow fome praise is due ;

By turns this here, that there, convey'd.
Bui, when they ftrain.beyond their guide, 55 The cards, obedient to his wor is,
I laugh to fcorn the mimic pride;

Are by a fillip turn'd to birds.
For how fantastic is the light,

His little boxes change the grain : To meet men always bolt upright,

Trick after trick deludes the train. Because we fometimes walk on two !

He shakes his bag, he shews all fair ; I hate the imitating crew.".

601 His fingers spread, and nothing there ;

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