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The miscries of war he monrnd;

While some, of genius foore resin'd,
Whole pations into deserts turn'd.

With head and tongne assist mankind.
By these have laws and rights been bra id; Lach, aiming at one common end,
By these was free-born man enslar'd:

Proves to the wbole a needful friend.
When battles and invasion cease,

Thus, born each other's useful aid, Why swarm they in the lands of peace?

By turns are obligations paid. Such change" (says he) “unay I decline;

The monarch, when bis table's spread, The scythe and civil arins be inine!”

Is to the clown oblig'd for bread; Thus, weighing life in each condition,

And, when in all his glory drest, The Clown withdrew his rash petition.

Owes to the loom his royal vest. When thus the god : “ How mortals err!

Do not the mason's toil and care If you true happiness prefer,

Protect him from th' inclement air? 'Tis to no rank of life contin'd,

Does not the cutler's art supply But dwells in every honest mind.

The ornament that guards his thigh? Be justice then your sole pursuit :

All these, in duty to the throne, Plant virtuc, and content's the fruit."

Their common obligations own. So Jore, to gratify the Clown,

'Tis he (his own and people's cause) Where first be found him, set himn down.

Protects their properties and laws.
Thus they their honest toil employ,
And with contents the fruits enjoy.

In every rank, or great or small,

'Tis industry supports us all.

The animals, by want oppress'd,

To man their services address'd:

While each pursu'd their selfish good,

They hunger'd for precarious food:
HAIL, happy land! whose fertile grounds Their hours with anxious cares were vext;
The liquid fence of Neptune bounds,

One day they fed, and starv'd the next :
By bounteous Nature set apart,

They saw that plenty, sure and rife, The seat of Industry and Art!

Was found alone in social life; O Britain ! chosen port of trade,

That mutual industry professid, May luxury ne'er thy sons invade!

The various wants of man redress'd. May never minister (intent

The Cat, half famish'd, lean and weak, His private treasures to augment)

Demands the privilege to speak. Corrupt thy state! If jealous foes

“ Well, Puss," (says Man)" and what can you Thy rights of commerce dare oppose,

To benefit the public do?" Shall not thy flects their rapine awe?

The Cat replies, " These teeth, these claws, Who is 't prescribes the ocean law?

With vigilance shall serve the cause. Whenever neighbouring states contend,

The mouse, destroy'd by my pursuit, 'Tis thine to be the general friend.

No longer shall your feasts pollute; What is 't who rules in other lands?

Nor rats, from nightly ambuscade, On trade alone thy glory stands;

With wasteful teeth your stores invade." That benefit is uncontin'd,

“ I grant,” says Man, “ to general use Diffusing good among mankind :

Your parts and talents may conduce ; That first gave lustre to thy reigns,

For rats and mice parloin our grain, And scatter'd plenty o'er thy plains :

And threshers whirl the flail in rain : 'Tis that alone thy wealth supplies,

Thus shall the Cat, a foe to spoil, And draws all Europe's envious eyes.

Protect the farmer's honest toil. Be commerce, then, thy sole design;

Then turning to the Dog, he cry'd, Keep that, and all the world is thine.

“ Well, sir, be next your merits try'd.” When naval traffic plows the main,

Sir," says the Dog, “ by self-applause Who shares not in the merchant's gain?

We seem to own a friendless cause. 'Tis that supports the regal state,

Ask those who know me, if distrust And makes the farmer's heart elate:

E'er found me treacherous or unjust? The numerous flocks that clothe the land

Did I e'er faith or friendship break? Can scarce supply the loom's demand;

Ask all those creatures ; let them speak. Prolific culture glads the fields,

My vigilance and trusty zeal And the bare heatb a harvest yields.

Perhaps might serve the public weal. Nature expects mankind should share

Might not your flocks in safety feed, The duties of the public care.

Were I to guard the fleecy breed? Who's born for sloth!! To some we find

Did I the nightly watches keep, The ploughshare's annual toil assign'd:

Could thieves invade you while you sleep?" Some at the sounding anvil glow;

The Man replies: " 'Tis just and right; Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw;

Rewards such service sbonld requite. Some, studious of the wind and tide,

So rare, in property, we find From pole to polevur commerce guide :

Trust uncorrupt among mankind, Some (taught by industry) impart

That, taken in a public view, With hands and feet the works of art,

The first distinction is your due.

Such merits all reward transcend : ! Barrow.

Be then my comrade and my friend.".

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Addressing now the Fly:

Does art, wit, wisdom, or address, What public service can accrue?”

Obtain the prostitute's caress? “ From me!" (the fluttering insect said) The guinca (as in other trades) I thought you knew me better bred.

From every hand alike persuades. Sir, I'm a gentleman. Is 't fit

Man, Scripture says, is prone to evil; 'That I to industry submit?

But does that vindicate the Devil ? Læt mean mechanics, to be fed,

Besides, the more mankind are prone, By business caru ignoble bread;

The less the Devil's parts are shown. Lost in excess of daily joys,

Corruption’s not of modern date; No thought, no care, my life annoys.

It hath been try'd in every state; At noon (the lady's matin hour)

Great knaves of old their power have fenc'd; I sip the tea's delicious Power.

By places, pensions, bribes, dispens'd; On cates luxuriously I dine,

By these they glory'd in success, And drink the fragrance of the vine.

And impudently dar'd oppress; Studious of elegance and ease,

By these despoticly they sway'd, Myself alone I seek to please.".

And slaves extoll’d the hand that pay'd; “ The Man his pert conceit derides,

Nor parts nor genius were employ'd, And thus the uscicos coxcomb chides:

By these alone were realms destroy'd. “ Hence, from that peach, that downy seat; Now see these wretches in disgrace, No idle fool deserves to eat.

Stript of their treasures, power, and place; Could you hare sapp'd the blushing rind,

View them abandon'd and forlorn, And on that pulp ambrosial din'd,

Expos'd to such reproach and scorn. Had not some hand, with skill and toil,

What now is all your pride, your boast ? To raise the tree, prepard the soil ?

Where are your slaves, your flattering bost 1 Consider; Sot, what would ensue,

What tongues now feed you with applause! Were all such worthless things as you.

Where are the champions of your cause ? You'd soon be forc'd (by hunger stung)

Now ev'n that very fawning train, To make your dirty meals on dung,

Which shar'd the gleanings of your gain, On which such despicable need,

Press foremost who shall first accuse Unpitied, is reduc'd to feed.

Your selfish jobbs, your paltry views, Besides, vain selfish insect, learn,

Your narrow schemes, your breach of trust, (If you can right and wrong discern)

And want of talents to be just. That he who, with industrious zeal,

What fools were these amidst their power! Contributes to the public weal,

Ilow thoughtless of their adverse hour! By adding to the common good,

What friends were made? A hireling herd, His own hath rightly understood.”.

For temporary votes preferr'd. So saying, with a sudden blow

Was it these sycophants to get, He laid the noxjous vagrant low.

Your bounty swell'd a nation's debt? Crush'd in his luxury and pride,

You're bit: for these, like Swiss, attend ; The spunger on the public dy'd.

No longer pay, no longer friend.

The lion is beyond dispute)
Allow'd the most majestic brute;

His valour and his generous mind

Prove him superior of his kind :

Yet to jackalls (as 'tis averrid)
THE JACKALL, LEOPARD, AND OTHER BEASTS. Some lions have their power transferr'd;

As if the parts of pimps and spies

To govern furests could suffice. I CRANT corruption sways mankind;

Once, studious of his private good, That interest, too, perverts the iniud;

A proud Jackall oppress'd the wood; That bribes have blinded common sense,

To cram bis own insatiate jaws, Poil'd reason, truth, and eloquence :

Invaded property and laws. I grant you, too, our present crimes

The forest groans with discontent, Can equal those of former times.

Fresh wrongs the general hate foment. Against plain facts shall I engage,

The spreading murmurs reach'd his ear; To vindicate our righteous age?

His secret hours were vex'd with fear. I know that in a modern fist

Night after night he weighs the case, Bribes in full energy subsist.

And feels the terrours of disgrace. Since then these arguments prevail,

“ By friends” (says he) “ I'll guard my seat, And itching palms are still so frail,

By those malicious tongues defeat; Hence politicians, you suggest,

I'll strengthen power by new allies, Should drive the nail that goes the best;

And all my clamorous foes despise.” That it shows parts and penetration,

To make the generous beasts his friends, To ply men with the right temptation.

He cringes, fawns, and condescends; To this I humbly must dissent,

But those repuls'd his abject court, Premising, no reflection's meant.

And scorn'd oppression to support. Does justice or the client's sense

Friends must be had. He can't subsist. Teach lawyers either side's defence?

Bribes shall new proselytes inlist : The fee gives eloquence its spirit;

But these nought weigh'd in honest paws; 'Ebat only is the client's merit.

For bribes confess a wicked cause :


Yet think not every paw withstands

Are scandals rais'd, and libe is writ! What hath prevail'd in buman hands.

To prove your honesty and wit! A tempting turnip's silver skin

Think with yourself: those worthy men, Drew a base Hog through thick and thin:

You know, bare suffer'd by your pen. Bought with a Stag's delicious baunch,

From them you've nothing but your due. The mercenary Wolf was s:anch:

From hence, 'tis plain, your friends are few. The convert Fox grew warm and hearty,

Except inyself, I know of none, A Pullet gain'd bin to the party :

Besides the wise and good alone. The golden pippin in bis tist,

To set the case in fairer light, A chattering Monkey join'd the list.

My Fable shall the rest recite, But soon, expos'd to public hate,

Which (though unlike our present state) The favourite's fall redress'd the state.

I for the moral's sake relate. The Leopard, vindicating right,

A Bee of cunning, not of parts, Had brought his secret frauds to light.

Luxurious, negligent of arts, As rats, before the mansion falls,

Rapacious, arrogant, and rain, Desert late hospitable walls,

Greedy of power, but more of gain, In shoals the servile creatures run,

Corruption sow'd throughout the bire:
To bow before the rising Sun.

By petty rogues the great ones thrive.
The Hog with warmth express'd bis zeal, As power and wealth his views supply'd,
And was for hanging those that steal ;

'Twas seen in overbearing pride. But hop'd, though low, the public hoard

With him loud impudence had merit; Might half a turnip still afford.

The Bee of conscience wanted spirit; Since saving measures were profest,

And those s bo follow'd honour's rules A lamb's head was the Wolf's request.

Were laugh'd to scorn for squeamish fools The Fox submitted, if to touch

Wealth claim'd distinction, favour, grace, A gosling would be deem'd too much.

Aud porerty alone was base. The Monkey thought his grin and chatter

He treated industry with slight, Might ask a nut, or some such matter.

Unless be found his profit by 't. Ye birelings ! hence !” (the Leopard cries) Rights, laws, and liberties, give way, “ Your venal conscience I despise.

To bring his selfish schemes in play. He, who the public good intends,

The swarm forgot the common toil, By bribes needs never purchase friends.

To share the gleanings of his spoil. Who acts this just, this open part,

“ While vulgar souls, of narrow parts, Is propt by every honest heart.

Waste life in low mcchanic arts, Corruption now too late has show'd,

Let us,” (says he) “ to genius born, That bribes are always ill-bestow'd;

The drudgery of our fathers scorn. By you your bubbled master's taught,

The Wasp and Drone, you must agree,
Time-serving tools, not friends, are bought.” Live with more elegance than we.

Like gentlemen they sport and play ;
No business interrupts the day:

Their hours to luxury they give,

And nobly on their neighbours live."
A stubborn Bee, among the swarm,
With honest indignation warın,

Thus from his cell with zeal reply'd :

“ I slight thy frowns, and hate tby pride. THOUch courts the practise disallow,

The laws our native rights protect; A friend at all times I'll avow.

Offending thee, I those respect. In politics I know 'tis wrong;

Shall luxury corrupt the hive, A friendship inay be kept too long;

And none against the torrent strive ? And what they call the prudent part,

Exert the honour of your race ; Is to wear interest next the heart.

He builds his rise on your disgrace. As the times take a different face,

'Tis industry our state maintains ; Old friendsbips should to new give place.

'Twas honest toil and honest gains I know, too, you have many foes,

That rais'd our sires to power and fame. That owning you is sharing those;

Be virtuous; save yourselves from shaine ; That every knave in every station,

Know that, in selfish ends pursuing, Of high and low denomination,

You scramble for the public ruin." For wbat you speak, and what you write,

He spoke ; and, from his cell dismiss'd, Dread you at once, and bear you spite.

Was insolently scoff'd and hiss'd. Such freedoms in your works are shown,

With him a friend or two resiga'd, They can't enjoy what's not their own.

Disdaining the degenerate kind. All dunces, too, in church and state,

“ These Drones,” (says he) " these insects vike, In frothy nonsense show their hate ;

(I treat them in their proper style) With all the petty scribbling crew,

May for a time oppress the state: (And those pert sots are not a few)

They own our virtue by their hate ; 'Gainst you and Pope their envy spurt.

By that our merits they reveal, The booksellers alone are hurt.

And recommend our public zeal; Good gods! by what a powerful race

Disgrac'd by this corrupted crew, (For blockheads may have power and place) We're honour'd by the virtuous few."


See scurvy Roan, that brute ill-bred,

Dares from the manger thrust my head!

Shall I, who boast a noble line,

On oftals of these creatures dine?

Kick'd by old Ball! so mean a foe?

My honour suffers by the blow.
Broin, my lord, in early youth,

Newmarket speaks my grandsire's fame; To suffer, nay, encourage truth;

All jockeys still revere his name: And blame me not for disrespect,

There, yearly, are his triumphs told, It I the flatterer's style reject ;

There all his massy plate's enroll'd. With that, by menial tongues supply'd,

Whene'er led forth upon the plain, You're daily cocker'd up in pride.

You saw him with a livery train; The tree's distinguish'd by the fruit.

Returning, too, with laurels crown'd, Be virtue then your first pursuit ;

You heard the drums and trumpets sound. Set your great ancestors in view,

Let it then, sir, be understood, Like them deserve the title too;

Respect 's my due, for I have blood.” Like them ignoble actions scorn;

" Vain glorious fool!” (the Carrier cry'd) Let virtue prove you greatly born.

“ Respect was never paid to pride. Though with less plate their side-board shone, Know 'twas thy giddy wilful heart Their conscience always was their own;

Reduc'd thee to this slavish part, They ne'er at levees meanly fawn'a,

Did not thy headstrong youth disdain Nor was their honour yearly pawn'd;

To learn the conduct of the rein ? Their hands, by no corruption stain'd,

Thus coxcombs, blind to real merit, The ministerial bribe disdain'd ;

In vicious frolics fancy spirit. They serv'd the crown with loyal zeal,

What is 't to me by whom begot, Yet, jealous of the public weal,

Thou restive, pert, conceited sot? They stood the bulwark of our laws,

Your sires I reverence; 'tis their due, And wore at heart their country's cause;

But, worthless fool, what's that to you? By neither place or pension bought,

Ask all the Carriers on the road, They spoke and voted as they thought.

They'll say, thy keeping 's ill bestow'd; Thus did your sires adorn their seat;

Then vaunt no more thy noble race, And such alone are truely great.

That neither mends thy strength or pace, If you the paths of learning slight,

What profits me thy boast of blood ? You're but a dunce in stronger light.

An ass has more intrinsic good. In foremost rank the coward plac'd,

By outward show let's not be cbeated ;
Is more conspicuously disgrac'd.

An ass should like an ass be treated."
If you, to serve a paltry end,
To knavish jobbs can condescend,
We pay you the contempt that's due ;
In that you have precedence too.

Whence'had you this illustrious name?

From virtue and anblernish'd fame.
By birth the name alone descends;
Your honour on yourself depends :
Think not your coronet can hide

Soon as your father's death was known, Assuming ignorance and pride.

(As if th' estate bad been their own) Learning by study must be won ;

The gamesters outwardly exprest 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

The decent joy within your breast. Superior worth your rank requires;

So lavish in your praise they grew, For that mankind reveres your siæs :

As spoke their certain hopes in you. If you degenerate from your race,

One counts your income of the year, Their merits heighten your disgrace.

How much in ready money clear. A Carrier, every night and mom,

“ No house," says he,“ is more complete; Would see his horses eat their corn:

The garden 's elegant and great. This sunk the hostler's vails, 'tis true;

How fine the park around it lies! But then his horses had their due.

The timber 's of a noble size. Were we so cautious in all cases,

Then coont his jewels and his plate. Small gain would rise from greater places.

Besides, 'tis no entail'd estate.
The manger now had all its measure;

If cash run low, his lands in fee
He heard their grinding teeth with pleasure ; Are, or for sale or mortgage, free."
When all at once confusion rung;

Thus they, before you threw the main, They snorted, jostled, bit, and Aung.

Seem to anticipate their gain. A Pack-horse turn'd his head aside,

Would you, when thieves are known abroad, Poaming, his eye-balls swelld with pride

Bring forth your treasures in the road? “ Good gods!” (says he) “ how hard 's my lot! | Would not the fool abet the stealth, 'Is then my high descent forgot?

Who rashly thus expos'd his wealth? Reduc'd to drudgery and disgrace,

Yet this you do, whene'er you play (A life unworthy of my race)

Among the gentlemen of prey, Must I, too, hear the vile attacks

Could fools to keep their own contrive, Of ragged scruba and vulgar backs?

On what, on whom, could gamesters thrive?


Is it in charity you game,

Than all the hungry insect race, To save your worthy gang from shame?

Combin'd, can in an age deface.”. Unless you furnish'd daily bread,

Fortune, by chance, who near bim past, Which way could idleness be fed?

O'erheard the vile aspersion cast. Could these professors of deceit

" Why, Pan,” (says she) “what's all this rant ? Within the law no longer cheat,

'Tis every country-bubble's cant. They must run bolder risks for prey,

Am I the patroness of vice? And strip the traveller on the way.

Is 't I who cok or palm the dice? Thus in your annual rents they share,

Did I the shuffling art reveal, And 'scape the noose from year to year.

To mark the cards, or range the deal? Consider, ere you make the bet,

In all th' employments men pursue, That sum might cross your taylor's debt.

I mind the least what gamesters do. When you the pilfering rattle shake,

There may (if computation's just) Is not your honour, too, at stake?

One now and then my conduct trust. Must you not by meau lies evade

I blame the fool, for what can I, 'Tomorrow's duns from every trade;

When ninety-nine my power defy! By promises so often paid,

These trust alone their fingers' ends, Is yet your taylor's bill defray'd ?

And not one stake on me depends, Must you not pitifully fawn

Whene'er the gaming-board is set To have your butcher's writ withdrawn?

Two classes of mankind are met; This must be done. In debts of play,

But, if we count the greedy race, Your honour suffers no delay ;

The knaves fill up the greater space. And not this year's and next year's rent

"Tis a gross errour held in schools, The sons of rapine can content.

That Fortune always favours fools. Look round, the wrecks of play behold,

In play it never bears dispute ; Estates dismember'd, mortgag’d, sold!

That doctrine these felld oaks confute. Their owners now, to gaols confin'd,

Then why to me such rancour show? Show equal poverty of mind.

"Tis Folly, Pan, that is thy foe. Some, who the spoil of knaves were made,

By me his late estate he won,
Too late attempt to learn their trade.

But he by Folly was undone.”
Some, for the folly of one hour,
Become the dirty tools of power;
And, with the mercenary list,
Upon court charity subsist.

You'll find at last this maxim true,

Fools are the game which knaves pursue.
The forest (a whole century's shade)

Of all the burthens man must bear,
Must be one wasteful ruin made:

Time seems most galling and severe : No mercy's shown to age or kind;

Beneath this grievous load oppressid, The general massacre is sign'd.

We daily meet soine friend distress'd. The park, too, shares the dreadful fate,

“ What can one do? I rose at nine ? Por duns grow louder at the gate.

'Tis full six hours before we dine: Stern clowns, obedient to the 'squire,

Six hours! no earthly thing to do! (What will not barbarous hands for hire?) Would I had doz'd in bed till two !" With brawny arms repeat the stroke;

A pamphlet is before hím spread, Fall'n are the elm and reverend oak.

And almost half a page is read; Through the long wood loud axes sound,

Tird with the study of the day, And Echo groans with every wound.

The fluttering sheets are toss'd away. To see the desolation spread,

He opes his snuff-box, hums an air, Pan drops a tear, and hangs his head :

Then yawns, and stretches in his chair. His bosom now with fury burns;

“ Not twenty, by the minute hand! Beneath his hoof the dice he spurns.

Good gods," says he, “my watch must standi Cards, too, in peevish passion torn,

How muddling 'tis on books to pore ! The sport of whirling winds are borne.

I thought I'd read an hour or more. To snails inveterate hate I bear,

The morning, of all hours, I hate. Who spoil the verdure of the year;

One can't contrive to rise too late." The caterpillar I detest,

To make the minutes faster run, The blooming Spring's voracious pest;

Then, too, his tiresome self to shun, The locust, too, whose ravenous band

To the next coffee-house he speeds, Spreads sudden famine o'er the land.

Takes up the news, some scraps he reads But what are these? the dice's throw

Sauntering, from chair to chair he trails; At once hath laid a forest low.

Now drinks his tea, now bites his nails. The cards are dealt, the bet is made,

He spies a partner of his woe; And the wide park hath lost its shade.

By chat afflictions lighter grow; Thus is my kingdom's pride defac'd,

Each other's grievances they share, And all its ancient glories waste.

And thus their dreadful hours compare. All this” (he cries) “ is Fortune's doing :

Says Tom, “Since all men inust confess, "Tis thus she meditates my ruin.

That time lies heavy, more or less, By Fortune, that false, fickle jade,

Why should it be so hard to get, More havock in one hour is made,

Till two, a party at piquet ?

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