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you who dare.

“ May sea and land, and earth and heaven be jc in'd, | Ard Mhew the paths that lead astray To bring th' cternal Author to my mind! The wand 'ring nymph frem viidon's way. “ When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll, I Hatter none. The great and good "May thoughts of thy dread vengeance trake Are by their actions understood; “ my soul!

Your monument if actions rail., " When carth's in bloom, or plancts proudly shine, Shail I deface by idle praise ? “ Adore, my heart, the Majeliy divine ! I ocho not the vivice or Fame; Thro' ev'ry scene of life, or peace, or war,

? hat dwells delighted or your name : " Plenty, or want, ihy glory be my care ! Her friendly tale, however true, “ Shine we in arms, or ting tencaih our vine ? Were Hott'iy, if I void it you. Thine is the vintage, and the conquett thine : ?hc proud, the envious, and the vain, Thypleasure poinıs the shafand bends thebow, Thojilt, the prule, demand my train; “ The cluster blasts, or bids it brightly glow. To thcle, detefting praise, I write, “ 'Tis thou that lead'st our pow'rfùlarmes furth,

and varit in charity my ipite : “ And giv'It great Anne thi fceptre o er the north. With friendly hand I hold the glass

“ Grant I may crer, at the morning ray, To all, promiscuous, as they pais:

Cpen with pray'r the confecrated day; Should fully there her likeness view, Tune ihy grcat praise, and bid my soul arise, i frer not that the mirror's true; “ And with the mounting sun ascend the skies ! If the iantastic form offend, * As that advances, let my zeal improve,

I made it not, but would amend. “ And glow with ardour of consummate love; Virtuc, in ev'ry cline and age, “ Nor c.ale at eve, but with the letting fun Spurns at the folly-fouthing page; My endless worship thall be fill begun.

While fatire, that orleads the car " And, ch, permit the gloom of sclemn night Of vice and patlior, pleases her. To facr_d thought may forcibly invite.

Premising this, your anger spare ; " Whethis world's fhui, ard avril planets rise, And claim the fallc “ Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies: The birds in place, hy fictions preisd, “ Corpose our louis with a leis dazzling fi:ht, TO Jupiter their pray'rs addressid: “ And iar ev all nature in a milder light;

By pecious lyes the itate was vex'd “ How crry bonit’rous thought in calins fubfides; Their counseís libellers perplexid; “ How the imooth d fpirit i to goodness glides!' | They begy'd (to stop feditious tongues) "Olios divine, to tread the milky way A gacious hearing of their


wrongs. To the bright palace of the Lord of day!

Jove grants the tuit. The Eagle fate His court admire, or for his fixour fue, Idecider of the grand debate. “ Or leagues of friencithi; with his faits renew! The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferrd, "Plens å to look down, and see the world aticep, Demands permillion to be hcard. While I long vigi's to its Foundur keup! Says he, Prolixity of phralc

“ Canit thou not take the centre: Chcontroul, you know I hate. This libel savs, “ Sabduc by force, the rebel in ny soul!

“ Sume birds there are, who, prone to rose, Thou, who canit till the raging of the flood, “ Arc hir'd to silence wildom's voice; “ Restrain the various tenults of my blood;

66 And, ikill'd to chatier cut the hour, " Teach ine, wih equal firmnets, to luitain “ Rite by their emptiness to powr.” 6. Alluring picatiere, and atsaulting pain.

That this is ain'd direét at me,
“ () may l punt for Thee in cach defire, No doubt you'll icadily agree;
“ And with strong faith foment the holy fire! Yct well this jage afumbli knows,
“Streich ont iny inul in hope, and grasp the prize By parts to government I rose.

Which in Eternity's deep botom lies!
At the Great Day of recompence bchold,

My prudent counteis prop the stare ;

Magpice were never known to prate. Duruid of tear, the futal book unfold !

The Kitc role up. His honest heart “ Then, watiid upward to the blissful fiat,

In virtise's fuffering borc a part. 110:n age to age my grateful fong repeat;

That there were birds of prey he knew; y Light, my Lite, my God, my Savivur fer, So far the libeller laid truc : "did rival angels in the prailc of Thee !"

6. Poracious, bold, to rapine prone,

" Who knew no at reft but their own; Fobles for the Female Six. MOORE.

“ W'ho horring o'or the farmers yard, ). Dal 1. 7 be Eugleard tbessembly of Eirds. This mivit be true ; but, if applied

Nor piruon, chick, vor duckling spar d.” To her Royal Highnets the Princets of Wales. Tolim, in tioth the Masderer lyd. TE moral lay, tu buzury due,

Since ign'rince this might be milled, Tvirito, l'air Excelence, to you;

Such things, he thoug!it, ivere bett unsaid. Well pico's c to hope my vacant lours

The Crow was veid. As vester-mord L'avella il cumploy'd to livetten yours.

He new across the new-fcwn corn,
'Trit under fiction I impart,
To weed out fully from the heart,

A screaming boy was sit for pay,
llc know, to dzire the crows away ;



Scandal had found him out in turn,

Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And buzz'd abroad that crows lure corn. A'id look; unskill'd in any art; TiON 2.01: witi: clemn face,

Humidity enough to own And tus harangued upor the cale :

The frailties which a friend makes known, Thit ma pius p.ate, it ray be true;

And deunt pride enough to know
A hite may be veracious tvo;

The worth that virtus can beftow.
Crows icin tines duri ir new-lown pcase; Thefe are the charins which ne'er decay,
He beis pot, wio strikes at there :

Though youth and beauty fade away;
Thularider's acrt But there are birds, Aed time, which all things else removes,
" Whofe wigo lie, in looks, not words; Still heightens viriue, and improves.
“Burrs, wro level in the dark,

You'll frown, and alk, To what intent A da. ays thwt belide the mark.”

This blunt address to you is fent? Hurancs not me; but the'e are hints,

I'll spare the quefiion, and confess Wan masifelt at whom he fquits ;

I'd praise you, if I lov'd you lefs · i mezinduced tha: blund'ring fowl,

But rail, be angry, or complain, To cuestion if hc mcant an owl.

I will be rude while you are vain. Ye wretches, hencs! the Eagle crics,

Bencarh a lion's peaceful reign, 'Ti concinci, conscience that applies;

When beasts met friendly on the plain, The virtuous mind takes no alarm,

A Panther of majeltic port Securd by innocence from harın;

(The vainest fi male of the court) While guilt, and his affuciate fcar,

With tpotted skin, and eyes of fire, Are kartice at the palling air.

Filld every boton with dcore.

Where'er the mov'd, a fervile crowd $ 240. Febie 11. I be l'aniber, the Horse, and of fawning creatures cring d and bow'd : otler Beasts.

Affemblies ev'ry week the held

(Like modern belles) with coxcombs fillid; THE man who seeks to win the fair

Where noise, and nonfense, and grimace, (Su custom savs) must truth forbcar;

And Ives, and scandal, tillid the place. Must fawn and hatter, cringe and lyc,

Behold the gay fantaitic thing And railc goddets to the iky.

Encircled by the spacious ring!
For truth is haiiful to her car;

Low-howing, with important look,
A rudeness which she cannot bcar.
A rudeness! Yes. I speak my thoughts ;

As first in rank, the Monkey spoke :

“ Gad take me, madam ! but I swear, For truth upbraids her with her faults. How wretched, Chloe, then ain I,

No angel ever look'd fo fair: WIo love yo'), and yet cannot lye!

Forgive my rudeness, but I vow

• You were not quire divine till now; And stiil, make you lefs my friend,

“ Those limbs! that shape! and then those eyes? I ftrive your errors to amood!

“ () close them, or the gazer dies !'' But thall the ferfelets fop impart

Nay, çıntle pag, for goodness hush, The 101.ett passion to your heart;

I vow and livear you make me blush;
While he, who tells you honeft truth,

I shall be angry at this rate;
And points to happinets your youth,
Diteroine's, by bis carc, his lot,

'Tis fo like fatt'ry, which I hate.

The Fox, in dceper cunning vers’d, sind lives neglected and forgot?

The beauties of her mind rchcars'd,
Trust me, ins dear, with greater case
Your tatte for fatt'ry I could please;

And talk'd of knowledge, tafte, and lense,

To which the fair havo rast pretence ! And fimiles in cach dull line,

Yet will he know them always vain Like ylow-worms in the dark, should hine.

Of what they ftrive not to attain ; What if I tay your lips disclotu

And play'd io cuoringly liis part, The fiethness of the op’ning rose

That pug was rivalld in his art. Or that your cheeks are beds of flow'rs,

The goat avow'd luis am'acus flame,
Euripen'd by refrething sho'rs?

And burnt-for what he durft not name;
Yet certain as theic forrs Thall fade,
Time cifry beauty will inrade.

Yet hop'd a meeting in the wood

Might inake his meaning understood.
The buttcrfly of various hue,
More than the How'r, resembles you;

Half angry at the bold address,

She frown'd; but yet the mult confefs
Hair, furt'ring, fickle, buty thing,
To pleasure ever on the wing,

Such beauties might infame his blood,
Gally coquetting for an hour,

But still his phraic was fomewhat rude. To die and nc'er be thought of more.

The Hog her netuess much admir'd;

The form 1 Ats hur livifineis tird:
Would you the bloom of youth Thould last?
Tis virtue that must bind it fast;

While all to feed her foliy strovc,
An easy carriage, wholly free

And by their praises fhard her love. from four referve, or levity;

The Horle, whose gen'rous heart dinain'd Ipplausc by for vilc fiait'ry gain'd,


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With graceful courage silence broke,

Yet hold a moment, if you can,
And thus with indignation spoke:-

And heedfully the fable scan.
When flatt'ring monkeys fawn and prate, The shades were fed, the morning blush'd,
They justly raise contempt or hate ;

The winds were in their caverns huth'd,
For merit's turn'd to ridicule,

When Hymen, pensive and sedate, Applauded by the grinning fool.

Held o'er the fields his mufing gait. The artful fox your wit commends,

Behind him, thro' the green-wood shade, To lure you to his felfth ends ;

Death's meagre form the god surveyd; From the vile flatt'rer turn away,

Who quickly, with gigantic ftride, For knaves make friendships to betray.

Outwent his pace, and join'd his side. Dismiss the train of fops and fools,

The chat on various subjects ran, And learn to live by wisdom's rules;

Till angry Hymen thus began: Such beautics might the lion worm,

Relentless Death! whose iron sway Did not your folly brcak the charm;

Mortals reluctant must obey, For who would court that lovely ihape,

Srill of thy pow'r shall I complain, To be the rival of an ape?

And thy too partial hand arraign? He said, and snorting in disdain,

When Cupid brings a pair of hearts, Spurn'd at the crowd, and fought the plain. All over stuck with cqual darts,

Thy cruel fafts my hopes deride, § 241. Fable III. The Nightingale and Glory And cut the knot that Hymnen tied.

Shall not the bloody and the bold,

The miser, hoarding up his gold,
THE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
The lily and the blushing rose,

The harlot recking from the stew,
From public view her Charms will screen,

Alone thy fell revenge pursue? And rarely in the crowd he seen ;

But must the gentle and the kind This fimplc truth fall keep her wisc

Thy fury, indistinguish d, find “ The faireft fruits attract the flies.”

The monarch calmly thus replied: One night a Glow-worm, proud and vain,

Weig'i we!! the cute, and then decide, Contemplating her glitt'ring train,

That friend of yours vou latcly nam id, Cried, Sure there never was in nature

Cupid alone, is to be blam'l; So elegant, so fine a creature.

Then let the charge be justly laid: All other insects that I set,

That idle boy neglecis his trade, The frugal ant, industrious her,

And hardly once in twenty years Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ;

A couple to your temple bcars. With all that low, mechanic crew,

The wretches, whom your office blends, Who servilely their lives employ

Silenus now, or Pluius fends ; To bus'n.css, eneiny to joy.

Hence care, and bitternets, and strife, Mcal, vulgar herd ! ye are my foon;

Are cominon to the nuptial lifc. For grandeur only I was born,

Believe me; more than all mankind Or fure am fprmg from iace divine,

Your voi'rics my compallion hind. And plac'd on carth to live and shine.

Yet cruel am I call’d, and base, Those lig'its that fparkle fo on high,

Who seck the wretched to relele; Are but the glow-wo worms of the fkv;

The captive from his bonds to free, And kings on earth their gems admire,

Indiffoluble but for inc. Because they imitate my fire.

'Tis I entice him to the yoke ; She spoke. Attentiic on a spray,

By me your crowded altas moke: A Nightingale forbore his lar;

For irortals buidly dare the noole, He taw the thining moisel nerr,

Secure that Death will set thein loole. And flow, directed by the glare; while he gaz'd with fober krok,

§ 243. Fuble V. The Poet and bis Patron, And thus the trembling prev bedjike :

WHY, Calia, is your spreading watte Dcluded fool, with pride clate!

So 19:fe, so negligently lac'd Know', 'tis thy beauty brings thy fare:

Why must the wrapping bed-gown liide Isls darziing, long thou might liave lain

Your foowy bosom fwelling pride? Unbeched on the velret plain :

How i!l that dress adorus your head, Pridic, foon or late, degraded mourns,

Difain'd, and ruinpled from the bed! And beauty wrecks whom she adoins.

Tholi clouds that hade your blooming face

A little water might displace, § 242. Fable IV. Himen ard Death.

As Nature ev'ry morn bestow's

Thie crufal Jew to cleante the rose.
SUSTEEN, d'vc fav: Nav then 'tis tinc;
Another vear doitroys your prime.

Thole trefies, as the raven black,
Big far--ile ici:icmcuits

That wavd in ringlets down your back,

"That's made," Wy thwn's me funge girl afraid?

Uncout d, and in ord by neglect,
Detiroy the fasc which once they dokid.

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Whence this forgetfulness of dress ?

But idly thou reject'st the charm
Pray, Madam, are you married :-Ycs. That gave it birth, and kept it warm.
Nay, then indeed the wonder ceases ;

L'nthinking fools alone despise
No matter now how loose your dress is; The arts that taught them first to rise.
The end is won, your fortune's made ;
Your fifter now may take the trade.
Alas! what pity 'tis to find

§ 244. Fable VI. Ibe Wolf, the Sheet, and

the Lamb. This fault in half the female kind! From hence proceed aversion, strife,

DUTY demands, the parent's voice And all that fours the wedded life.

Should fanctify the daughter's choice : Beauty can only point the dart,

In that is due obedicnce Thewn; "Ti, neatness guides it to the heart ;

To choosc, belongs to her alone.
Le: neatness then and beauty strive

May horror seize his midnight hour,
To keep a wav'ring flame alive.

Who builds upon a parent's pow'r,
"Tis harder far (you'll find it true)

And claims, by purchase vile and base, To keep the conquest, than fubdue ;

The loathing maid for his embrace; Admit us once behind the screen,

Hence virtuc fickens; and the breast, What is there farther to be seen?

Where peace had built her downy nist, A never face may raise the flame,

Becomes the troubled seat of care,
Bur er'ry woman is the fame.

And pines with anguish and despair.
Then study chiefly to improve

A Wolf, rapacious, rough, and bold,
The charm that fix'd your husband's love. Whose nightly plunders thinn'd the fold,
Weigh well his humour. Was it dress Contemplating his ill-fpent life,
That gave your beauty pow'r to bless?

And cloy'd with thefts, would take a wife.
Punue it still; be neater seen ;

His purpose known, the lavage race 'Tis always frugal to be clean;

In num'rous crowds attend the place ; So shall you keep alive desire,

For why, a mighty wolf he was, And time's twift ing thall fan the fire.

And held dominion in his jaws. In garret high (as stories say)

Her fav’rite wheip cach mother brought, A Pat fung his tuncful lay ;

And humbly his alliance fought; So foft

, fo imooth his verse, you'd swear But cold by age, or else too nice, Apollo and the Mufes there :

None found acceptance in his eyes. Thro' all the town his praites rung;

It happen'd as at carly dawn His sonnets at the playhouse sung;

He folitary crofs'd the lawn, High waving o'er his lab’ring head,

Stray'd from the fold, a sportive Lamb The goddels Want her pinions fpread,

Skipp'd wanton by her neccy Dam; And with pactic fury fir’d

When Cupid, foc to man and beast,
Whar Phabus faintly had inspir'd.

Dilcharg'd an arrow at his brcalt.
A noble youth, of tafte and wit,

The tim'rous breed the robber know,
Approv'd the sprightly things he writ,

And trembling o'er the incadow few; And fought himn in his cobucb dome,

Their nimbleit fpeed the Wolf o'crtook, Discharg'd his rent, and brought him home. And courteous thus thc Dam bespoko: Behold him at the itately board!

Stay, faireft, and suspend your fear;
Who but the Poct and my Lord!

Trust me, no enemy is near :
Each day deliciously he dines,
And gret dy quaffs the gen'rous wines;

Thetc jaws, in flaughter oft imbrucd,

At length have known enough of blood; His fides were plump, his skin was fleck,

And kinder bus'ness brings me now, And plenty wanton d on his cheek;

Vanquish'd, at bcauty's feet to bow. Aftojifh'd at the change fo new,

You have a davghter---tweet, forgive
Away th’inspiring goddels fcw.

A Wolf's addreis in her I live;
Now, dropt for politics and news,

Love from her eyes like lightning came,
Neglected lay the drooping muse,
Unmindful whence his fortune camc,

And set my marrow all on Hame;
Let your consent connrm my choice,
And ratify our nuptial joys.

Me ample wcaith and pow'r attend,
With just conteinpt his Patron saw
was ready:

Wide o'er the plains my rcalins extend;

What midnight robber darc invade to withdraw);

The fold, if I the guardam made?

At home the thepherd's cur may sleep,
Blind to the good that courts thee grown,

While I secure his master's theep.
Discourse like this aftcotion claiin'd;
Grandeur the mother's breast inflamd;
Now fearless by liis fide the walkid,
Of settlements and jointure: talk di


He ftified the poetic Aame ;
Nor tale, nor fonnet, for my lady,
Lampoon, nor epigram,

(Resolv'd his bounty

And thus, with anger in his look,
The late-repenting fool bespoke :
Whence has the fun of favour Thore?
Delighted with thy tuneful art,
Eleem was growing in my heart;

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Propos'd, and doubled her demands

We catch from ev'ry look delight, Of How’ry fields and turnep-lands.

And grow enamour'd at the light: The Wolf agrees. Her borom wells ;

For bcauty, though we all approve, To Mifs her happy fate she teils;

Excites our wonder more than love; And, of the grand alliance vain,

While the agreeable ftrikes sure, Contemns her kindred of the plain.

And gives the wounds we cannot cure. The loathing Lamb with horror hears, Why then, my Amoret, this care, And wearies out her Dam with pray’rs; That forins you, in eficát, less fair a But all in vain ; mamma boit kuew

If nature on your chock bellows What unexperienc'd girls should do.

A bloom that emulates the role, So, to the neighb’ring meadow carried,

Or from some heavenly image drew A formal ass the couple married.

A form Apells never knew, Torn from the tyrant mother's side,

Your ili-judg'd aid will you impart, The trembler gocs, a victim-bride;

And (poil by meretricious art ? Reluctant meets the nude cimbraco,

Or had you, nature's error, come And bleats among the howling race.

Abortii é from the mother's womb, With hurrur oft her eyes beheld

Your forming care the full rejects, Hler murder'd kindred of the fold;

Which only heightens her defects. Fach day a litter lamb is lcrid,

When fish, of glitt ring jerveis proud, And at the gluton's tablu cari di

Still pitfs the forumot in the crowd,
The crashing vones he grinus for food,

At etry priblic thow are feon,
And flakes his thirst with itreaming bicod, With look awry, and aukward mien,
Love, who she cruel mind detciis,

Thc gaudu dicis attracts the eye,
And lodges but in gentle breasts,

And magnifics deformity. Was how no more. Enjoynent past,

Nature may underdu her part, The favage hurger'd for the feati;

But icidom wants the help of art; But (as we find, in human race,

Trust her, the is your furcht fricnd, A mak conceals the villain's face)

Nor made your form for you to mund. Justice must authorise the treat;

A Gooie, affected, empty, vain, Till then he long'd, but durit not eat.

The thrillest of the cackiing train, As forth he walk'd in quest of prcy,

With proud and clevated crest, The hunters met him on the way :

Precedence claim'd above the reft. Fear wings his fucht; the marih he fought; Says the, I laugh at human race, The fnufting dogs are set at fault.

Who 'ay gcete houble in their pack, His ftomach Laulk'd, now hunger graus,

Look here!-the fland'rous lyc detect; Howiing, he grinds his empty jaws :

Not haughty man is to creat. Food must be had, and Lamb is righ;

That peacock yonder ! Lerd, how vain His maw invokes the fraudful lye.

The creature's of his gaudy train ! Is this (differbling rac, he cried)

If both were stript, I pain ry word The gentle virtue of a bujúc?

A goose would be the finer bird. Tlat, Icagued with man's dearoying race, Nature, to hide her own dcfccts, She sets her hufband for the chace?

llcr bungled work with finery decks; By treachry prompts the roily hound

W'ere gee!c fet off with half that show, To feert his fonticps on the ground?

Would men admire the peacock? No. Thou trait'ress vile! for this thu tlood

Thus rauating, cross the mead thc stalks, Shall glut my raze, and dye the wood! The cackling breed attend her walks ; So saying, on the Lanh hc flics :

The fun shot down his ncon-tide beams, Ecneath his jaws the victim dies.

The Sivans were sporting in the streams;

Their frowy plumes and stately pride $ 245. Feb!e VII. The Conse and the Swais. Provok d her spleen. Why there, the cried, I HATE the face, however fair,

Again what arrogance we foc!
That carries an zilitied air;

Thoic crwtures! how they mimic me!
The lisping tone, the thape conitrain’d, Shall ev'ry fowl the watcıs skim,
The studied look, the pailion feign'd,

Because we geese are known to fivim!
Are fopperics, which only tend

Humility they icon shall learn, To injure what they thrive to mend.

And their own emptine's diicern. With what superior grace enchants

So saying, with extended wings, The face, which nature's pencil paints !

Lightly upon the wave the springs ; Where cycs, urexercis'd in art,

Her bosom fivells, the fpreads her plumes, Glow with the meaning of the heart!

And the swan's stately crcft affumcs.
Where freedom and good-humour sit,

Contempt and mockery ensued,
And easy gaiety and wit!
Though perfect beauty te noi there,

And burits of laughter shook the flood.
The master lincs, the finish d air,

A Swan, fuperior to the reit,
Sprung forth, and thus the fool address'd :


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