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Then bids it rain with showers of gold;

And thus the listening throng addrest.

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" 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!
Amaz'd spectators hum applause.

Shall we our servitude rétain,
Vice now stept forth, and took the place, Because our fires have borne the chain?
With all the forms of his grimace.

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.',
And every man himself admir’d.

Were we design'd for daily coil,
Next, to a senator addresling,

To drag the plough-thare through the foil,
“ See this bank-note; observe the blessing, To sweat in harness through the road,
Breathe on the bille Heigh, pass ! 'Tis gone." 35 To groan beneath the carrier's load ?
Upon his lips a padlock shown.

How feeble are the two-legg'd kind !
A second puff the magic broke ;

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 ?
And now tivo bloody swords are there.

Forbid it, Heavens ! Reject the rein;
A purse she to a thief expos'd;

Your shame, your infamy, disdain.
At once his ready fingers clos’d.

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,
She bids ambition hold a wand ;

And make him tremble at our name."
He gralps a hatchet in his hand.

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,
And on the table smokes a treat.

With age and long experience wife;
She shakes the dice, the board the knocks,

Around he cast his thoughtful eyes,
And from all pockets fills her box.

And, to the murmurs of the train,
She next a meagre rake addrest.

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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;
Hold her, and have her.” With surprize, Now grateful man rewards my pains,
His hand expos'd a box of pills,

And gives me all these wide domains.
And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills.

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,
A guinea with her touch you see

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,
And act the part by Heaven assign'd.”

The tumult ceas'd. The Colt submitted,

And, like his ancestors, was bitted.
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DOG.

They seek the wood with cager pace,

" Spare your comparisons, reply'd
Through bush, through brier, explore the chace : An angry Rose, who grew belide.
Now scatter'd wide they try the plain,

Of all mankind you thould not flout us ;
And snuff the dewy turf in vain.

10 What can a Poet do without us ?
What care, what industry, what pains !

In every love-fóng Roses bloom;

35 What universal filence reigns;

We lend you colour and perfume :
Ringwood, a dog of little fame,

Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
Young, pert, and ignorant of game,

To found her praise on our abuse ?
At once displays his babbling throat;

Muft we, to flatter her, be made
The pack, regardless of the note,

To wither, envy, pine, and fade?
Pursue the scent ; with louder straia
He ftill perfifts to vex the train.

The Huntsman to the clamour Aies,
The fmacking lah he smartly plies.

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É A BLE XLVI.
His ribs all welk'd, with howling tone

THL COR, THE HORSI, AND THE SHLYNÉad's
The puppy thus express'd his moan:

" I know the music of my tongue
Long since the pack with envy ftung.

THE lad of all-fufficient merit
What will not spite? These bitter imarts 25 With modetty ne'er damps his fpirit;
I owe to my fuperior parts."

Prefuming on his own deserts,
* When Puppies prate, the Huntíman cry'd, On all alike his tongue exerts ;
They show both ignorai.ce and pride :

His noisy jokes at random chrows,

$ Fools may our scorn, riot envy, raise ;

And pertly fpatters friend and foce.
For envy is a kind of praise.

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In wit and war the bully race
Had not thy forward noisy tongue

Contribute to their own disgrace:
Proclaim'd thee always in the wrong,

Too late the forward youth fhall find
Thou might'st have mingled with the rest, That jokes are sometimes paid in kind;
And ne'er thy foolish nose confeft;

Or, if they canker in the breast,
But fools, to talking ever prone,

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He makes a foe who makes a jest.
Are sure to make their follies known,"

A village Cur, of snappich race,
The pèrtest puppy of the place,
imagin't that his treble throat

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Was bleft with Mufic's sweetest note ;
FABLE XLV.

In the mid road he barking lay,
The yelping nuisance of the way i

For not a creature pass’d along,
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HATE the man who builds his name

But had a sample of his song.
On ruins of another's fame.

Soon as the trotting Steed he hears,
Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown,

He starts, he cocks his dapper ears ;
Imagine that they raise their own.

Away he scowers, asfaults his hoof;
Thus scribblers, covetous of praise,

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Now near him snarls, now barks aloof:
Think flander cap transplant the bays.

With frill impertinence attends,

35 Beauties and bard's have equal pride,

Nor leaves him till the village ende.
With both all rivals are decry'd.

It chanc'd, upon his evil day,
Who praises Lesbia's eyes and feature,

A Pad came pacing down the way;
Must call her filter aukward creature ;

sol The Cur, with never-ceasing tongue,
For the kind Aattery's sure to charm,

Upon the passing traveller sprung.
When we some other nymph disarm.

The horse, from scorn provok'd to ire,
As in the cool of early day

Flung backward ; rolling in the mire,
A Poet fought the sweets of May,

The Puppy howlid, and bleeding lay ;
The garden's fragrant breath ascends,

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The Pad in peace pursu'd his way.
And every stalk with odour bends ;

A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, 35
A rose he pluck'd, he gaz'd, admir'd;

Detesting the vexatious breed,
Thus singing, as the Muse inspir'd :

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,
" Might I supply that envy'd place

Thou badít not like a puppy dydd."
« With never-fading love !
" There, Phænix-like, beneath her eye,
« Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die.

F A BLE XLVU.
“ Know, hapless Flower ! that thou fhalt find 25

" More fragrant Roses there ;
« I see thy withering head reclin'd

DEATH, on a solemn night of state,
“ With envy and despair !

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.

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Crowd the valt court. With hollow tone,
A voice thus thunder'd from the throne :
" This night our minister we name,
Let every servant speak his claim;
Merit shall bear this ebon wand”
All, at the word, stretch'd for:h their hand,

Fever, with burning heat poffett,
Advanc'd, and for the wand addrest.

“ I to the weekly bills appeal,
Let those express my fervent zeal ;
On every night occasion near,
With violence I persevere."

Next Gout appears with limping pace,
Pleads how he shifts from place to place ;
From head to foot how swift he flies,
And every joint and finew plies ;
Still working when he seems fuppreft,
A most tenacious stubborn gueft.

A haggard spectre from the crew
Crawls forth, and thug aflerts his due:
« 'Tis I who taint the sweetest joy,
And in the shape of Love destroy :
My shanks, sunk eyes, and nofeless face,
Prove my pretention to the place.”
Stone urg'd his ever-growing force;
And, next, Consumption's meagre corse,
With feeble voice that scarce was heard,
Broke with thort coughs, his fuit preferr'd :
" Let none object my lingering way,
I gain, like Fabius, by delay ;
Fatigue and weaken every foe
By long attack, secure, though now."

Plague represents his rapid power, Who thinn'd a nation in an hour.

All spoke their cláim, and hop'd the wand.
Now expectation hulh'd the band;
When thus the Monarch from the throne :

" Merit was ever modest known.
What, no Physician (peak bis right!
None here! but fees cheir toils requite.
Let then Intemperance take the wand,
Who fills with gold their zealous hand.
You, Fever, Gout, and all the rest,
(Wbom wary men, as foes, detest)
Forego your claim; no more pretend ;
Intemperance is eiteem'd a friend;
He shares their mirth, their social joys,
And as a courted guett destroys.
The charge on him must juftly fall,
Who finds employment for you all."

sy Where'er he went, the grunting friend
Ne'er fail'd his pleasure to attend.

As on a time the loving pair
Walk'd forth to tend the garden's care,

The Mater thus address'd the Swine :
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« My house, my garden, all is thine.
On turnips feut whene'er you please,
And riot in my beans and peale ;
If the potatoe's taste delights,

Or the red carrot's sweet invites,
15 Indulge thy morn and evening hours ;

But let due care regard my flowers :
My tulips are my garden's pride :
What vast expence those beds supply'd !"

The Hog by chance one morning roam'd, 20 Where with new ale the vessels foam'd:

He munches now the steaming grains,
Now with full swill the liquor drains.
Intoxicating fumes arise ;

He reels, he rolls his winking eyes; 25 Then staggering through the garden scours,

And treads down painted ranks of frowers.
With delving (nout he turns the soil,
And cools his palate with the spoil.

The Malter came, the ruin spy'd ;
30 1“ Villain ! suspend thy rage, he cry'd.

Hast thou, thou molt ungrateful fot,
My charge, my only charge, forgot ?
What, all my flowers !" No more he said,

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,
Alfaults his leg, and tears the veins.

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 :
" Who cherishes a brutal mate,
Shall mourn the folly coon or late."

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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

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When with huge figs the branches bend,
When clusters from the vine depend ;
The Snail looks round on lower and tree,
And cries, “ All these were made for me!"

“ What dignity's in human nature !"
Says Man, the most conceitea creature,
As frum a cliff he cast his eye,
And view'd the sea and arched sky.
The sun was funk beneath the main;
The inoon and all the starry train

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;
And know all these by Heaven design'd
As gifts to pleasure human-kind;
I cannot raise my worth too high ;
Of what vast consequence am i l"

“ Not of th' importance you suppose,
Replies a Flea upon his nose.
Le bumble, learn thyself to scan;
Know, pride was never made for man.
"Tis vanity that twells thy mind.
What! heaven and earth for thee design'd1
For thee, made only for our need,
That more important Fleas might feed.”

Be comforted, relief is neati
For all your friends are in the rear.'

She next the stately Bull implorid;
And thus reply'd the mighty lord:
“ Since every beast alive can tell
That I fincerely wish you well,
1 may,

without offence, pretend
To take the freedom of a friend.
25 Love calls me hence; a favourite Cow

Expects me near yon' barley-mow;
And, when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.

To leave you thus might seem unkind; 30 But see, the Goat is just behind.”

The Goat remark'd “ her pulse was high,
Her languid head, her heavy eye :
My back, says he, may do you harm;

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;
Said, he was Now, confess'd his fears;
For hounds eat sheep as well as hares."

She now the trotting Caif address’d, 4° To save from death a friend distress d.

“ Shall I, says he, of tender age,
In this important care engage?
Older and abler pass'J you by ;

How strong are those ! how weak am I? 45 Should I presume to bear you hence,

Those friends of mine may take offence.
Excuse me, then ; you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
How shall we all lament! Adieu ;
For see the hourds are just in view."

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THE MARE AND MANY FRIENDS.

END OF THE FIRST PART.

F A B L E S. PART THE SECOND

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FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,

Unless to one you fint the flame,
The child, whom many fathers 1hare,
Hath seldom known a father's care.
'Tis thus in friendships; who depend
On many, rarely find a friend,

A Hare who, in a civil way.
Comply'd with every thing, like Gay,
Was known by all the bestial train
Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain ;
Her care was never to offend ;
And

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,
When firft the Horse appear’d in view!

“ Let me, says thie, your back ascend,
And owe my fafety co a friend.
You know my feet betray my flight:
To friendship every burden's light.”

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.

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When you peruse the clearest case,
You iee it with a double face :
For scepticisin's your profe!linu;
You hold there's doubt in all expresion,

Heuce is the bar with fees fupply'd ;
Hence eloquence takes either side.
Your hand would have but paltry gleaning,
Could every man express his naeaning,
Who dares presunc to pen a deed,
Unless you previously are fee'd ?
"Tis drawn; and, to augment the cost,
In dull prolixity engroit.
And now we 're well fecur'd by law,
Till the next brother find a flaw.

Read o'er a will. Was 't ever known
But

you could make the will you own?
For, when you read, 'tis with intent
To find out meanings never meant.",
Since things are thrus, se defirdenie,
I bar fallacious inuenie.

Sagacious Porta's kill could trace
Some beast or bird in every face.
The head, the eye, the nose's shape,
Prov'd this an owl, and that an ape.
When, in the sketches thus defign'd,
Resemblance brings fome friend to mind,
You show the piece, and give the hint,
And find each feature in the print;
So monstrous-like the portrait's found,
All know it, and the laugh goes round,
Like him I draw from general nature ;
Is 't I or you

then the fatire ?
So, Sir, I beg you, fpare your pains,
In making comments on my itrains.
All private flander I detest,
I judge not of my neighbour's breast :
Party and prejudice I hate,
And write no libols on the state.

Shall not my Fable censure vice,
Because a knave is over-nice?
And, left the guilty hear and dread,
Shall not the decalogue be read?
If I lash vice ia general fiction,
Is 't I apply, or leli-conviction?
Brutes are my theme. Am I to blame,
If men in morals are the same ?
I no man call or ape or ass;
'Tis his own conscience holds the glass.
Thus void af oll offence I write :
Who claims the table, knows his right.

A Mephherd's Dog unskill'd in sports,
Pick'd up acquaintance of all sorts ;
Among the rest a Fox he knew;
By frequent chat their friendship grew.

Says Reynard, “ 'Tis a cruel cale,
That man holud figmatize our race,
No doubt, ainong us rogues you find,
As among dogs and human kind;
And yet (unknown to me and you)
There may be honest men and true.
Thus fander tries whate'cr it can
To put us on the foot with man.

Let my own actions recommend;
No prejudice can blind a friend :

You know me free from all disguise ;
My horour as my life I prize,

By talk like this, from all mistrust
The Dog was cur'd, and thought him just.
As on a time the Fox held forth

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On conscience, honesty, and worth,
Sudden he stopp'd; he cock'd his ear;

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
Did I e'er make her poultry thinner!
Prove that I owe the Dame a dinner."

“ 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.
The self-convicted felon dies,

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To a Friend in the Conntry. 60

RE I begin, I muft premise,

Our ministers are good and wise;
So, though malicious tongiles apply,
Pray what care they, or what care I ?

If I am free with courts, be 't knowi, 65 I ne'er presume to mean our own.

If general morals seem to joke
On ministers, and such-like folk,
A captious fool may take offence :

What then? He knows his own pretence, 70 I meddle with no state-affairs,

But spare iny jest to save my cars.

Voi, VII,

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