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Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And thus the listening throng addrest.
" Good Gods ! how abject is our race, And now his ivory eggs are told; But, when froin thence the hen he draws, 25
Condemn'd to savery and disgrace!
Shall we our servitude rétain,
Consider, Friends ! your strength and might; 15 " This magic looking-glass, she cries, 'Tis conquest to affert your right. (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes." 30 How cumbrous is the gilded coach! Each eager eye the fight desir’d,
The pride of man is our reproach.',
Were we design'd for daily coil,
To drag the plough-thare through the foil,
How feeble are the two-legg'd kind !
What force is in our nerves combin'd ! The padlock vanilh'd, and he spoke.
Shall then our nobler jaws submit
25 Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board
To foam and champ the galling bit ? All full, with heady liquor stor'd,
49 Shall haughty man my back beitride ? By clean conveyance disappear,
Shall the sharp spur provoke my side ?
Forbid it, Heavens ! Reject the rein;
Your shame, your infamy, disdain.
Let him the lion first control, He opes his fiít, the treasure's fled ;
45 | And still the tiger's famith'd growl. He sees a halter in its stead.
Let us, like them, our freedom claim,
And make him tremble at our name."
A general nod approv'd the cause,
35 A box of charity she shows.
And all the circle neighod applause. & Blow here ;” and a church-warden blows, 50 When, lo! with grave and folemn pace, "Tis vanith'd with conveyanče neat,
A Steed advanc'd before the race,
With age and long experience wife;
Around he cast his thoughtful eyes,
And, to the murmurs of the train,
Thus spoke the Nestor of the plain. “ This picture see; her shape, her breast!
" When I had health and strength, like you, What youth, and what inviting eyes !
The toils of servitude I knew;
And gives me all these wide domains.
60 At will I crop the year's increase ; A.counter, in a miser's hand,
My latter life is rest and peace. Grew twenty guineas at command.
I grant, to man we lend our pains, She bids his heir the sum retain,
And aid him to correct the plains ;
30 And 'tis a counter now again.
But doch not he divide the care,
65 Through all the labours of the year? Take every shape but Charity ;
How many thousand structures rise, And not one thing you saw, or drew,
To fence us from inclement skies! But chang'd from what was firit in view.
For us he bears the sultry day,
55 The Juggler now, in griet of heart,
And stures up
all our winter's hay. / With this lubmission own'd her art.
70 He fows, he reaps the harvest's gain ; • Can I such matchless Neight withstand! We share the toil, and share the grain. How practice hath improv'd your hand!
Since every creature was decreed But now and then I cheat the throng ;
To aid each other's mutual need,
бо You every day, and all day long."
Appease your discontented mind,
The tumult ceas'd. The Colt submitted,
And, like his ancestors, was bitted.
They seek the wood with cager pace,
" Spare your comparisons, reply'd
Of all mankind you thould not flout us ;
10 What can a Poet do without us ?
In every love-fóng Roses bloom;
35 What universal filence reigns;
We lend you colour and perfume :
Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
To found her praise on our abuse ?
Muft we, to flatter her, be made
To wither, envy, pine, and fade?
The Huntsman to the clamour Aies,
É A BLE XLVI.
THL COR, THE HORSI, AND THE SHLYNÉad's
" I know the music of my tongue
THE lad of all-fufficient merit
Prefuming on his own deserts,
His noisy jokes at random chrows,
$ Fools may our scorn, riot envy, raise ;
And pertly fpatters friend and foce.
In wit and war the bully race
Contribute to their own disgrace:
Too late the forward youth fhall find
Or, if they canker in the breast,
He makes a foe who makes a jest.
A village Cur, of snappich race,
In the mid road he barking lay,
For not a creature pass’d along,
But had a sample of his song.
Soon as the trotting Steed he hears,
He starts, he cocks his dapper ears ;
Away he scowers, asfaults his hoof;
Now near him snarls, now barks aloof:
With frill impertinence attends,
35 Beauties and bard's have equal pride,
Nor leaves him till the village ende.
It chanc'd, upon his evil day,
A Pad came pacing down the way;
sol The Cur, with never-ceasing tongue,
Upon the passing traveller sprung.
The horse, from scorn provok'd to ire,
Flung backward ; rolling in the mire,
The Puppy howlid, and bleeding lay ;
The Pad in peace pursu'd his way.
A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, 35
Detesting the vexatious breed,
Bespoke him thus: “ When coxcombs prate, “ Go, Rose, my Chloe's borom grace ;
They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate ; « How happy shall I prove,
20 Thy teazing tongue had judgement ty’d,
Thou badít not like a puppy dydd."
F A BLE XLVU.
" More fragrant Roses there ;
DEATH, on a solemn night of state,
In all his pomp of terror fate : a One common fate we both must prove;
Th' attendants of his gloomy reign, . sr You die with envy, I with love."
30 Diseases dire, a ghastly train!
THL POLT AND TIL ROSL.
THL COURT OF DEATH.
Crowd the valt court. With hollow tone,
Fever, with burning heat poffett,
“ I to the weekly bills appeal,
Next Gout appears with limping pace,
A haggard spectre from the crew
Plague represents his rapid power, Who thinn'd a nation in an hour.
All spoke their cláim, and hop'd the wand.
" Merit was ever modest known.
sy Where'er he went, the grunting friend
As on a time the loving pair
The Mater thus address'd the Swine :
« My house, my garden, all is thine.
Or the red carrot's sweet invites,
But let due care regard my flowers :
The Hog by chance one morning roam'd, 20 Where with new ale the vessels foam'd:
He munches now the steaming grains,
He reels, he rolls his winking eyes; 25 Then staggering through the garden scours,
And treads down painted ranks of frowers.
The Malter came, the ruin spy'd ;
Hast thou, thou molt ungrateful fot,
But gaz'd, and figh’d, and hung his head, 35 The Hog with stuttering speech returns :
“ Explain, Sir, why your anger burns. See there, untouch'd, your tulips itrown, For I devour'd the roots alone."
At this the Gardener's passion grows; 40 From baths and threats he fell to blows.
The stubborn brute the blows fustains,
oro Ah! foolish Swain! too late you find
That styes were for such friends design'd!" 45 Homeward he limps with painful pace,
Reflecting thus on pait disgrace :
FABLE XLIX. THE MAN AND THE FLIA.
WHETHER on earth, in air, or main,
Sure every thing alive is vain ! Does not the Hawk all fowls survey, As destin'd only for his prey ? And do not tyrants, prouder things, Think men were born for Naves to kings?
When the Crab :ws the pearly strander O! Tagus, bright with golden sands, Or crawls beside cor il grove, Aad hears the ocean roll above, “ Nature is too profuse, says he, Who gave all these to pleasure mo !"
When bordering pinks and roses blem,, And every garden breathes perfume; When peaches glow with funny dyes, I-ikę banana's shacks, whsa blusace rise ;
A GARDENER, of peculiar taltes
On a young Hog his favour plac'd, Who fed not with the common herd; His tray was to the hall preferr'd. He wallow'd underneath the board, Or in his master's chamber fnor's, Who fondly stroak'd him every day, And taught him all the Puppy's play
When with huge figs the branches bend,
“ What dignity's in human nature !"
Hung the valt vault of Heaven. The Man • His contemplation thus began :
6. When I behold this glorious show, And the wide watery world below, The scaly people of the main,
The beasts that range the wood or plain, : The wing'd inhabitants of air,
The day, the night, the various year;
“ Not of th' importance you suppose,
Be comforted, relief is neati
She next the stately Bull implorid;
without offence, pretend
Expects me near yon' barley-mow;
To leave you thus might seem unkind; 30 But see, the Goat is just behind.”
The Goat remark'd “ her pulse was high,
The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm." 35 The sheep was feeble, and complain'd
" His fides a load of wool sustain'd;
She now the trotting Caif address’d, 4° To save from death a friend distress d.
“ Shall I, says he, of tender age,
How strong are those ! how weak am I? 45 Should I presume to bear you hence,
Those friends of mine may take offence.
F Á BLE L.
THE MARE AND MANY FRIENDS.
END OF THE FIRST PART.
F A B L E S. PART THE SECOND
FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you fint the flame,
A Hare who, in a civil way.
every creature was her friend. As forch the went at early dawn, To taite the dew-besprinkled lawn, Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouth'd thunder lies. She starts, the stops, she pants for breath; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles, to misead the hound, And measures back her mazy ruind; Till, fainting in the public way, I a f-dead with fear the gasping lay.
What transport in her bolom grew,
“ Let me, says thie, your back ascend,
The Horle reply'd, “ Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus ;
ADVERTISEMINT. These Fables were finished by Mr. Gay, and in.
tended for the press a short time before his death; when they were left, with his other papers, to ide care of his noble friend and patron the Decke of Queensberry. His Grace has accordingly per: mitted them to the press; and they are her: printed from the originals in the Author's retin hand-writing. We hope they will please equally with his former Fables, though motiy on fubjects of a graver and more political turn. They will certainly slieru him to have beon (what he eftermid the best character) a man of a truly honeft hevig and a fincere lover of his country.
When you peruse the clearest case,
Heuce is the bar with fees fupply'd ;
Read o'er a will. Was 't ever known
you could make the will you own?
Sagacious Porta's kill could trace
then the fatire ?
Shall not my Fable censure vice,
A Mephherd's Dog unskill'd in sports,
Says Reynard, “ 'Tis a cruel cale,
Let my own actions recommend;
You know me free from all disguise ;
By talk like this, from all mistrust
Low dropt his bushy tail with fear. 15
« Bless us! the hunters are abroad: What's all that clatter on the road!”
“ Hold, says the Dog, we're safe from harm 'Twas nothing but a falie alarm. At yonder town 'tis market-day ; Some farmer's wife is on the way ; 'Tis fo (I know her pyebald mare), Dame Dobbins with her poultry-ware."'.
Reynard grew huff. Says he, « This sneer
From you I little thought to hear : 25 Your meaning in your looks I fee.
Pray, what's Dame Dobbins, friend, to me? go
“ Friend, quoth the Cur, I meant no harm; 30 Then why so captious ? why so warın? My words in common acceptation,
95 Could never give this provocation. No lamb (for aught I ever knew)
May be more innocent than you." 35 At this, gall?d Reynard wined, and swore Such language ne'er was given before.
100 « What's lamb to me? this faucy hint Shows me, base Knavę, which way you squint.
If t other night your master loft 40 | Three lambs, anı I to pay the cost? Your vile reflections would imply
JOS That I'm the thier. You Dog, you lie."
- Thou knave, thou fool! (the Dog reply'd)
The name is juft, take either side ; 45 Thy guilt these applications speak :
Sirrah, 'tis conscience make you squeak."
So saying, on the Fox he flies.
To a Friend in the Conntry. 60
RE I begin, I muft premise,
Our ministers are good and wise;
If I am free with courts, be 't knowi, 65 I ne'er presume to mean our own.
If general morals seem to joke
What then? He knows his own pretence, 70 I meddle with no state-affairs,
But spare iny jest to save my cars.