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Through all the town his art they prais'd; His cuftom grew, his price was rais'd." Had he the real likenefs fhewn, Would any man the picture own? But when thus happily he wrought, Each found the likeness in his thought.
§ 154. Fable XIX. The Lion and the Cub. fond are men of rule and place, Who court it from the mean and bafe! These cannot bear an equal nigh, But from fuperior merit fly.
They love the cellar's vulgar joke,
Nay, ev'n with fools whole nights will fit,
How weak is pride! returns the fire;
§ 155. Fable XX. The Old Hen and the Cock.
A Cock the met; her fon the knew,
My fon, fays the, I grant your years Have reach'd beyond a mother's cares.
I fee you vig'rous, strong, and bold;
He thank'd her care; yet day by day
Why was this idle charge? he cries;
Thus faid, he mounts the margin's round,
I ne'er had been in this condition, But for my mother's prohibition.
$156. Fable XXI. The Rat-Catcher and Cats.
From room to room he now furveys
An envious Cat, from place to place,
Again he fets the poifon'd toils,
What foe (to fruftrate my defigns) My fchemes thus nightly countermines ? Incens'd, he cries: "this very hour "This wretch thall bleed beneath my pow'r." So faid, a pond'rous trap he brought; And in the fact poor Pufs was caught.
Smuggler," says he, “ thou shalt be made The Goat, impatient for applause, “ A victun to our lofs of trade."
Swift to the neighb'ring hill withdraws; The captive Cat, with piteous mews, The Phaggy people grinn'd and star'd: For pardon, life, and ficedom sues.
• Heighday! what's here without a beard ! • A lister of the science spare;
• Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace ? • One int'reft is our common care.'
What envious hand hath robb'd your face?" “ What infolence!" the man reply'd;
When thus the fop, with smiles of scorn, “ Shall Cats with us the game divide ?
“ Are beards by civil nations worn ? “ Were all your interloping band
E'en Muscovites have mow'd their chins. " Extinguish’d, or expellid the land,
Shall we, like forinal Capuchins, * We Rat-catchers might raile our fecs, Stubborn in pride, retain the mode, « Sole guardians of a nation's cheese!" And bear about the hairy load ! A Cat who saw the lifted knife,
Whenc'er we thto' the village stray, Thus (poke, and sav'd her sister's life:
Are we not mock'd along the way ; * In ev'ry age and clime, we fee
Insulted with loud shouts of scorn, • Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn?" • Each hates his neighbour for encroaching; • Were you 'no more with Goats to dwell, . 'Squire ftigmatises 'squire for poaching; Brother, I grant you reason well, • Beauties with beauties are in arms,
Replies a bearded chief, Beside, • And scandal pelts each others charms;
If boys can mortify thy pride, • Kings too their neighbour kings dethrone, How wilt thou stand the ridicule • In hope to make the world their own.
Of our whole flock Affected fool! « But let us limit our desires;
Coxcombs, distinguish'd froin the rest, • Not war like beauties, kings, and 'squires ;
To all but coxcombs are a jest.' • For tho' we both one prey pursue, There's game enough for us and you.'
$ 158. Fable XXIII. The Old Woman and her Cais, § 157. Fable XXII. The Goat without a Beard. WHO friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade. 'T'S certain, that the modish paflions The matron who conducts abroad
Descend among the crowd, like fashions. A willing nymph, is thought a bawd; Excuse me then, if pride, conceit
And if a modest girl is seen (The manners of the fair and great)
With one who cures a lover's spleen, I give to monkies, asses, bogs,
We guess her not extremely nice, Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and dogs. And only with to know her price. I say that these are proud: what then?
Tis thus that on the choice of friends I never said they equal men.
Our good or evil name depends. A Goat (as vain as Goat can be)
A wrinklid Hag, of wicked fame, Affected fingularity
Beside a little finoky flame, Whene'er a thymy bank he found,
Sat hov'ring, pinch'd with age and froft ; He rollid upon the fragrant ground;
Her thriveld hands, with veins emboss'd, And then with fond attention stood,
Upon her knees hier weight fuitains, Fix'd o'er his image in the flood.
While pally thook her crazy brains : “ I hate my frowzy beard,” he cries; She mumbles forth her hackward pray’rs, “ My youth is lost in this dilguife.
An, untam'd fcold of fourscore years. “ Did not the females kuow
About her swarm'd a num'rous brood “ Well might they loath this rev'rend figure." Of Cats, who lank with hunger mewid. Refolv'd to smooth his shaggy face,
Teaz'd with their cries, her choler grew; Hc Tought the barber of the place.
And thus she sputter'd : . Hence ye crew, A flippant monkey, spruce and finart,
Fool that I was, to entertain Hard by, profetö'd the dapper art ;
Such iinps, such fiends, a hellish train ; His pole with pewter batons hung;
ye been never hous'd and nurs'd, Black rotten teeth in order ftrung ;
I for a witch had ne'er been curs'd.
I owe that crowds of boys
Worry me with eternal noise ; Did well hi, threefold trade explain ;
Straws laid across, my pace retard ; Who shav'd, drew teeth, and breath'd a vein. The horse-shoe's nail'd (cach threshold's guard) The goat he welcoincs with an air,
The stunted broom the wenches hide,
For fear that I should up and ride;
“ To hear you prate would vex a saint ; • Sure never face !95 half so finug.
Who hath most reason of complaius?"
Replies a Cat. “Let's come to proof : Good Gods! 'tis like a rolling river,
Ne'er tir'd, perpetual discord sowing !
Like fame, it gathers strength by going." Tis infamy to serve a hag;
• Heighday! thAippant tongue replies, Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag i
• How folemn is the fool, how wise ! And boys against our lives combine,
Is nature's choicest gift debarr'd? Because 'uis said, your cats have nine.”
Nay, frown not, for I will be heard.
Women of late are finely ridden; $ 159. Fable XXIV. The Butterfly and Snail. A Parrot's privilege forbidden !
You praise his talk, his squalling fong;
But wives are always in the wrong!'
Now reputations flew in pieces,
Of mothers, daughters, aunts, and nieces :
She ran the Parrot's language o’er,
Bawd, huffy, drunkard, Nattern, whore;
On all the sex the vents her fury; His wings (all glorious to behold)
Tries and condemns without a jury. Bedrope with azure, jet, and gold,
At once the torrent of her words
Alarm'd cat, monkey, dogs, and birds;
All join their forces to confound her;
Puss spits, the monkey chatters round her; Beneath his house, with slimy trail, Crawls o'er the grass ; whom, when he spies,
The yelping cur her heels assaults ; In wrath he to the gard'ner cries,
The magpye blabs out all her faults;
Poll, in the uproar, from his cage, “ What means yon peasant's daily toil, With this rebuke out-scream'd her rage : From choaking weeds to rid the soil ?
A Parrot is for talking priz’d, Why wake you to the morning's care?
But prattling women are despis'd. Why with new arts correct the year ?
She who attacks another's honour Why glows the peach with crimson hue ?
Draws ev'ry living thing upon her. And why the plumb's inviting bluc?
Think, Madam, when you stretch your lungs, Were they to feast his taste design’d,
That all your neighbours too have tongues ; That vermin of voracious kind?
One Nander must ten thousand get Crush then the flow, the pilfring race;
The world with int’rest pays the debt. So purge thy garden from disgrace.”
• What arrogance !' the Snail reply'd ; • How infolent is upstart pride!
§ 161. Fable XXVI. The Cur and the Mastiff. Had'ít thou not thus, with insult vain, Provok'd my patience to complain,
SNEAKING Cur, the master's 1py, I had conceal'd thy mcaner birth,
Rewarded for his daily lye, Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth.
With secret jealousies and fears For scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours,
Set all together by the cars. To fwell the fruit and paint the flow'rs,
Poor Puls to-day was in disgrace ; Since I thy humbler life survey'd,
Another cat supply'd her place ; In base and fordid guise array'd ;
The Hound was beat, the Mastiff chid, A hideous infect, vile, unclean,
The Monkey was the room forbid ; You dragg'd a slow and noisome train;
Each to his dearest friend grew fhy, And from your spider-bowels drew
And none could tell the reason why. Foul film, and spun the dirty clue.
A plan to rob the house was laid ; I own my humble life, good friend;
The thief with love seduc'd the maid ; Snail was I born, and Snail shall end.
Cajol'd the Cur, and strok'd his head, And what's a Butterfly? At best
And bought his secrecy with bread. He's but a catterpillar drest;
He next the Mastiff's honour tryd; And all thy race (a num'rous seed)
Whose honest jaws the bribe defy'd.
He stretch'd his hand to proffer more;
Swift ran the Cur; with indignation
“ Who deals in Nander lives in strife. And round his neck the halter ties. Art thou the herald of disgrace,
The Dog his humble fuit preferrd, Denouncing war to all thy race ?
And begg'd in justice to be heard. Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage,
The master fat. On either hand Which spares no friend, nor fex, nor age? The cited Dogs confronting stand; That vixen tongue of your's, my dear, The Cur the bloody tale relates, Alarms our neighbours far and near.
And, like a lawyer, aggravates.
Judge not unheard, the Maftiff cry'd, But weigh the caufe of either fide. Think not that treach'ry can be just ; Take not informers words on trust; They ope their hand to ev'ry pay, And you and me by turns betray.
He spoke. And all the truth appear'd: The Cur was hang'd, the Mastiff clear'd.
§ 163. Fable XXVIII. The Perfian, the Sun, and the Cloud.
there a bard whom genius fires,
§ 162. Fable XXVII. The Sick Man and the Fame calls up calumny and fpite;
Is there no hope? the Sick Man faid.
The filent doctor fhook his head, And took his leave with figns of forrow, Defpairing of his fee to-morrow.
When thus the Man, with gafping breath:
I grant, my bargains well were made,
My will hath made the world amends;
By heav'n and earth 'twill then be known,
An Angel came. Ah friend! he cry'd,
But why fuch hate, the Sick Man whines; Who knows as yet what Heav'n designs? Perhaps I may recover still;
That fum and more are in my will.
Fool, fays the Vifion, now 'tis plain, Your life, your foul, your heav'n was gain. From ev'ry fide, with all your night, You ferap'd, and ferap'd beyond your right; And after death would fain atone, By giving what is not your own. While there is life there's hopes, he cry'd; Then why fuch hafte? So groan'd, and dy'd.
Thus fhadow owes its birth to light.
As proftrate to the God of day,
Parent of light, all-feeing Sun,
A Cloud, who mock'd his grateful tongue,
With fervent zeal the Perfian mov'd,
The gale arofe; the vapour, toft
§ 164. Fable XXIX. The Fox at the point of Death.
FOX in life's extreme decay,
All appetite had left his maw,
Ah, fons! from evil ways depart;
The hungry Foxes round them ftar'd, And for the promis'd feaft prepar’d.
Where, Sir, is all this dainty cheer?
O gluttons! fays the drooping fire, Reftrain inordinate defire. Your liqu'rish tafte you fhall deplore, When peace of confcience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us fhall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true happiness attain, Let honefty your paffions rein; So live in credit and esteem, And the good name you loft, redeem.
The counsel's good, a Fox replies,
Nay, then, replies the feeble Fox,
$165. Fable XXX. The Setting Dog and the Partridge.
ΤΗ HE ranging Dog the stubble tries,
And fearches ev'ry breeze that flies;
A Partridge, with experience wife,
Thou fawning flave to man's deceit,
When thus the Dog, with fcornful smile :
I might have guefs'd, the Partridge faid, The place where you were train'd and fed; Servants are apt, and in a trice
Ape to a hair their mafter's vice.
§ 166. Fable XXXI. The Universal Apparition.
RAKE, by ev'ry paffion rul'd,
With ev'ry vice his youth had cool'd; Difcafe his tainted blood affails;
His fpirits droop, his vigout fails :
As twing'd with pain he penfive fits,
My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear;
Thus faid, the phantom disappears,
But now again the Sprite afcends;
Strait all his thought to gain he turns,
The court he quits, to fly from Care,