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79 " Towser, quoth he, I'm for a fair; FABLE IV.

Be regent in my rcom :

Pray of my tender flocks take care,
TIE SATYR'S ADDRESS.

And keep all safe at home.
Five satyrs of the woodland fort,

I know thee watchful, just, and brave, Though politicians then:

Right worthy such a place : Their ears prick'd up, their noses short,

No wily fox shall thee deceive,
And brows adorn'd like aldermen;

Nor wolf dare fhow bis face."
With affes hoofs, great gogle eyes,
And ample chios of Be--n's size :

But ne'er did wolves a fold infest,

at rcgent Towser's rate : To Jove tript up with an address,

He din'd and fupp'd upon the best,
In favour of the plains :
That it would please him to suppress

And frequent breakfasts ate.
All heats and colds, his winds and rains;

The farmer oft receiv'd advice, The fun that he'd extinguish too,

And laugh'd at the report: And in the skies hang something new.

But, coming on him by surprise, " My wise reforming friends, quoth Jove,

Just found him at the sport. Our elements are good!

Ingrateful beast, quoth he, what means We manage for the best above,

That bloody mouth and paws? Though not so rightly understood;

I know the base, the treacherous stains, But fiace such profound squires are sent,

Thy breach of trust and laws. We'll treat you like the cream of Kent."

The fruits of my past love I see; Then Jove brought out ætherial fire

Roger, the halter bring ; In a gilt chafing-dish :

E'en truss him on that pippin tree,
The sparkling flame they all admire,

And let friend Towser swing.
*Twas fine, they vow'd, as heart could with :
They gap'd, they grinn'd, they jump'd about ! ['ll spare the famifh'd wolf and fox,
Jove, give us that, the fun put out!

That ne'er my bounty knew:

But, as the guardian of my flocks,
The charming flames they all embrace,

This neckcloth is your due."
Which, urg'd by Nature's laws,
Their thaggy hides set in a blaze,

When ministers their prince abuse,
And soundly sing'd their paws;

And on the subjects prey:
In corners then they sneak'd with terror dumb,

With ancient monarchs 'twas in use,
Aod o'er th' immortal pavements scud it home. To send them Towser's way.
How senseless are our niodern Whiggish tools,

FABLE VI.
Beneath the dignity of B:itish fools!
With beer resolv'd, and fortify'd with ale,

THE FOX AND BRAMBLE.
They censure monarchs, and at senates rail;

REN, an old poacher after game, So eagerly to public mischief run,

Saw grapes look templing fine : That they prevent the hands, which loo them on.

But, now grown impotent and lame, O true machines! and heads devoid of brains !

Could not command the vine; Aff:unt that fenate which your rights maintains !

His lips he lick'd, stood ogleing with his eyes, Thus ideots spore with power, and fames embrace, Strain'd at a running jump, but miss'd the prizes Till Imarting folly glares them in the face.

Quoth he, that honest bush hard-by
FABLE V.

Might give a friend a lift:
In troth, its curtesy I'll try,

And venture for a shift.
Tuere dwelt a farmer in the west,

Without more words he bounces to the top, As we're in story told ;

But gor'd and wounded is compellid to drop. Whose herds were large and flocks the best

Down Reynard came, batter'd and tore, That ever lin'da fold.

He blow'd and lick'd his

paws: Armi'd with a staff, his ruffet coat,

Then mucter'd to himself and swore, And Towser by his side,

Curfing the fatal cause;

[scorn, Early and late he tun'd his throat

Damn'd rascal shrub, quoth he, whom hedge-stakes And every wolf defy'd.

Beneath a furs. buth, or the scoundrel chora! Lov'd Towser was his hcart's delight,

“ Good words, friend Ren, the bush reply'd, In cringe and fawning skill'd,

Here no encroacher 'scapes : Intrusted with the flocks by night,

Those foxes that on branıbles ride And guardian of the field.

Love thorns, as well as grapess

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THE FARMER AND HIS DOG.

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THE BOX AND TEA ZLE

AN OWL AND THE SUN.

But better language would your mouth become : Thy dread tribunal powered at home,
If you mult curs, go curse the fool at home." And, arm'd with vengeance, co ber rescue come

In power her baseft enemies remain,
Who firit ofiend, then in disputes engage, Oppress thy subjects, and thy treasures drain :
Should check their passions and indecent rage : With sums immense they raise their fortunes higk,
But peerith age, of weak resentments proud, Though arties starse, and fleets pegleded lie.
Like woman's fubborn, impotent, and loud.

Bane of the war! curse of thy martial reigo! Il-manners never found a just pretence,

You hare the coil and dangers, they the gain :
And rude exprellions thow a barten sepse : To justice then the knowi offenders bring,
Bot, when high birth descends to mean abuse, Arenge thy people, and affert the king.
The crime suas fouleft, and finds do excuse.

FABLE VIIT.
FABLE VII.

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7&tbe late Honourable the Commissioners of the Prize-

A SAUCY bufile-headed owl
Office.

One morning on the sud fell soul,
A NEEDY weazle heretofore,

Because it made him bliad: Very rapacioas, lank, and poor;

But by his sophistry you'll guess That had no place, small comings-in,

Him not of the Acheniad race, And liv'd in terror of the gin;

But a more modern kind. Nor got a morfel to his hole,

The morn was fragrant, cool, and bright, But what he either begg'd or stole;

The sun illustrious with his light, One night a foragiog for prey,

Dispensing warmth to all : He found a tore-house in his way:

Madge on a pinnacle was got, Each crador; then he nimbly past;

Sputtering and hooting like a sot, With lantern jars and lender waist;

And thus began the draw), And made long time his quarters good,

« D'ye hear, you prince of red-fac'd fouls! On laughter'd nice and wheated food.

Hot-headed puppy! foe to owls! Boe, growing corpulent and round,

Why this offenlive blaze? Too small che vidert chink was found:

Behind some cloud go speak aside, And now he squeez'd and thrust in vain,

Your carbuncles and rubies hide, lor liberty and home again,

Aad quench that flaning face. A fox that chanc'd to stroll that way,

* When I'm a takiog the freih air, For meditaciop's fake, or prey,

Whip in my eyes you come full glare, Stood grinpiog at him for a while,

And so much rudcpers low! With rogueifh looks and sneering (mile;

I wonder when the modelt moon And though he shrewdly gave a guess,

Would serve an owl as you bave done,
Yet ask'd him how and what's the case;

Or tan and burd one fo!
And why his weazleship would keep
La durance vile, and play bo-peep.

Bright Phæbus mild at what was said,

Add cry'd, “'Tis well, Sir Logger-head, Quoth he, “ Alack, Sir, I was lean,

You're ocitber sepse por Thame! Haggard and poor, when I came io :

Because a blinking fool can't bear A keleton, mere kin and bone!

Ao objed so transcending fair, Though now fo gross and bulky grown,

The sun must take the blame,
That, with good cheer and dainties fed,

Shall I the odiverse benight,
My rump is bigger than my head.
But if a helping paw you'll lend,

And rob the injur'd world of light
To force a board, and serve a friend;

Because you rail and fcoul; So fain I would my bacon save,

When birds of the most abje å fort I'll kiss your foot, and live your flave."

Deride and grin you for their sport,

And treat you like an owl?"
Quoth Ren,“ We dodors bold it beft,
After a long debauch, to fast:
Then as for discipline, 'tis fit,

Who libel fenates, and traduce the great,
You take a quantum fufcit.

Measure the public good by private hate : Slacken with abstinence your kin,

Interest's their rule of love; fierce to oppose And you'll return as you got in:

All whom superior virtuc makes their foes. For, till each collop you refund,

Thy merits, Rochester, thus give offence; You're like to quarter in Lob's pound."

The guilty faction haces discerning sense:

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THE MORAL.

Cæsar, no more in foreign camps expose Your faced life, to Britain's generous foes:

• Laurense Hyde, Earl of Rochester, was then Lord Lieutenart of Ireland. Ses an account of times in the

Supplement to Swift."

P 0 M 8. This Harley t, Seymour ], Howes, and Mack- With every sweet harmonious pote worth find,

He charm'd the listening throog : Great eye sores to the loud spacious kind; The hooting cuckow was displeas't alone, But, whilst in holes addressing owls repine,

Condemo'd his manner, and extoll'd her owl. Bright as the sun their pauriot games will hine.

* This screaming fop, qaoth the, that scares

All creatures with his din;
FABLE IX.

Wheo folks are listening to my airs,
THE SEA AND THI BANKS,

Forsooth he's putting in.

Here's fach a chattering kept, and odious noise, As out at sea a rufiling gale it blew, And clouds o'ercast the gloomy kies :

My foog's quite spoil'd with his confounded

voice, The surges they began to rise, And terrify the sailors, jocood crew.

The injur'd soogfter modely reply'd;

“ Since you perform fo fine, This to the wanton billows was but sport,

The conteft let some judge decide, They roar'd and gambol'd it along,

And try your skill with mine; This was the burden of their song,

Vanquilh'd, I'll your fuperior geoius own. They'd have a storm, and thow good reason for't.

The cuckow frook her head, and cry'd 'twas done. Then a fresh maggot takes them in the head,

A solenın plodding ass that graz'd the plain To have one merry jaunt on fhore :

Was for an umpire chose : They'd not be setter'd up, they swore,

The nightingale advanc'd his train, But tbus to the insulted margin said:

And charm'd with cvery close. " Hey, Dogs! d'ye hear, ye lazy hounds!

The cuckow's note was one unvary'd tone, Open to right and left! make way,

Exceeding hoarse, yet pleas'd, the roar'd it on. And give free pałage to the sea,

Afpeal was made ; the judge this sentence gave, Down with your ramparts and obforuding mounds. You, firrah, nightingale ! " See how they stir! awake, ye brutes:

Of music you some [matterings have, And let us bave one frik at land;

And may in time do well; O., 'zbud, we'll wash you into fand,

But for substantial song, I Deeds matt fay, Without the tedious form of long disputes."

My friend, che cackor, bears the bell away." * Hold! soft and fair! the banks reply'd ; we're bound,

Mackworth *, who reads thy well-digeted line In honour, to make good our poft:

Where eloquence with nervous reasoo shines, Ard will, for all your windy boatt,

Sees art and judgment flow through every page: As barriers to the sea, maintain our ground. The patriot's zeal free from indecent rage; Go, lord it in your watery realms, the main!

So pure thy ftyie, thy mauners so refin'd, There rage and blutter as you please,

Your pen transmits the candour of your mindo Licencious in your native seas,

Yet happier he that has the answer wrote, But not an inch as trefpaffers you'll gain,

In penury of sense, and dearth of thought :

Whilft alles judge, and faction claims a vote, So, my fierce mutineers, be jogging home!

Abusive nonsense is th' admired note; For if you dare invade our coast,

Where want of art and manners merit praik, You'll run your heads against a poft,

He robs the cockow of her ancient bays. And thatefuily recire in empty foam."

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THE BOAR AND FOREST

With that the wind began to rise,

The rage of tempests ye defyd, Bluster'd and storm'd it through the skies,

Condemn'd to perish by a sordid swine. Making a disnal roar :

“ Ye rural deities, and powers unknown, The non-con. wrapp'd his cloak about,

What can so great a loss suffice ! Trudg'd on, refolv'd to wcather't out,

If a hung brawner will atone,
And see the tenipest o'er.

Accept friend chucky for a sacrifice."
The storm being spent, with piercing rays,
Full on his shoulders Phebus plays,

The British oak's our nation's strength and pride Which foon the zealot felt;

With which triumphant o'er the main we ride; Alide the cumberous cloak was thrown,

Insulting foes are by our navies aw'd, Panting and faint, he laid him down,

A guard at home, our dreaded power abroad. More decently to melt.

Like Druids then your forests facred keep, The fun then ask'd his blustering friend,

Preserve with them your empire of the deep If farther yet he durft contend,

Subjects their prince's bounty ofc abuse, And try some other way:

And spoil the public for their private use; But, conscious of so plain a truth,

But no rapacious hand frould dare deface, He put his finger in his mouth,

The royal stores of a well.cimber'd chase. Without a word to say.

FABLE XIII. Your Whigs disgrac'd, like bullies of the town,

THE FOX AND FLIES. Libel and rail, the more they're tumbled down :

As crafty Reynard strove to swim
Superior merit still prevails at last,

The torrent of a rapid stream,
The fury of their feeble storm is past.
But when the senate darts its piercing rays,

To gain the farther side;
Faction unbuttons, and rebates its pace :

Before the middle space was part, The hypocritic cloak is tiresome found,

A whirling eddy caught him fast,

And drove him with the tide. And the faint zealot pants upon the ground.

With vain efforts and struggling speni,

Half drown'd, yet forc'd co be content,
FABLE XII.

Poor ren a soaking lay;
Till some kind ebb should set him free,
Or chance restore that liberty

The waves had took away.
A LION, generous and brave,
For wars renown'd, belov'd in peace;

A swarm of half-starv'd haggard fies,
His lands in royal bounties gave,

With fury seiz'd che floating prize,
And treasures much impair'd by acts of grace. By raging hunger led;
His ministers whole realms obtain'd;

With many a curse and bitter groad, ,
And courtiers, much inclin'd to want,

He shook his sides, and with'd then gonea His manors begg'd, and forfeits gain'd,

Whilst plenteously they fed. With patents to confirm the royal grant.

A Hedge-hog saw his evil plight; The boar, to show a subje&t's love,

Touch'd with compassion at the sight, Cravid for the public good a boon,

Quoth he, “ To show I'm civil, His ancient forest to improve,

l'll brush those (wigging dogs away,

That on thy blood remorseless priy, By felling trees, and cutting timber down.

And send them to the devil.” " Alcoves and shady walks, quoth he, Are laid aside, become a jeft;

“ No, courteous Sir, the Fox reply'd,

Let them infest and gore my hide, Your vistos lofty, wide, and free,

With their insaciate thirst; Are à la mode, and only in request."

Since I luch fatal wounds sustain, The grant being pass'd, the ravenous boar,

'Twill yield some pleasure 'midst the pain, A delert of the forest made:

To see the blood-hounds burst."
Up by the roots vast oaks he tore,
And low on earth the princely cedars laid.

THE MORAL; FROM NOSTRADAMUS. This act of violence and wrong

" Le sang du Jufte à Londres fera faute Alarum'd all the savage race;

“ Brufser par feu, &c.” With loud coniplaints to court they throng, Thus guilty Britain to her Thames complains, Stripp'd of their shades, and ancient resting-place. “ With royal blood defil'd, O cleanse my itaing! With generous rage the lion shook,

Whence plagues arise ! whence dire contagio) And vow'd the boar should dearly pay;

come! “ I hate, quoth he, a down.cast luok,

And flanies that my Augusta's pride consume!" That robs the public in a friendly way.

lli vain, faith Thanies; the Regicidal breed “ Unhappy groves, my empires pride!

Will Iwarm again, by them thy land shall bleed: Lov'd solitudes, ye shades divine!

Extremelt curse! but so just Heaven decreed !

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PO E M S.

795 Republicans shall Britain's treasures drain,

FABLE XV.
Betray her monarch, and her church profane!
Till, girg'd with fpoils, with blood che leeches

THE PEACOCK PROCLAIMED KING.
burst,
Or Tyburn add the second to the first.”

A VULTURE, old and feeble grown,
FABLE XIV.

Took up and much reform’d his life;

His beak decay'd, and talons gone,
THE BEAR AND MOUNTEBANK,

Yet still he relish'd noise and strife,
There liv'd a quack in high repute,

Once a young peacock to the birds brought forth By virtue of a velvet suit,

On his high birth harangued, and blooming And celebrated bill;

worth. As for his knowledge, 'cis allow'd,

“ The illes and watery realm, said he, He had enough to cheat the crowd,

This hopeful monarch thall comniand! And that's good modern skill.

His sceptre to depend on me,

and rule the cributary land; Once as this orator held forth On topics of his medicines' worth,

Reserving only for our royal ure, And wondrous cures chey wrought;

Whace'er the seas and fertile coasts produce.". Though not a word they understood,

The peacock, a pert dapper sparks His eloquence so charm'd the crowd,

Made the fagacious vulture's choice; That till they gap'd and bought.

His title and descent, though dark, Midst his harangue, one day it chanc'd,

Soon gain’d the whole assembly's voice, Tom Dove * the bear that way advanc'd,

The pye excert, a member of the board, In procession to his stake;

Who, 'oidit their acclamations, cray'd a word The rabble quit their doctor straight,

" His highness' merits and desert, And with huzzas on Bruin wait,

Quoth he, 'tis needless to dispute; Who thus the chief bespake :

In giving empires we're too pert, * D'ye bear, ye pack of bawling louts,

With neither right nor power to do’t; Compos'd of vermin, itink, and clouts,

You've made a peacock king: pray, now 'tís Why all this poise and do?

done, Though through my noie a ring is got,

What champion here conducts him to his throne. And here I'm baited like a lot,

“ Where the imperial eagle reigns, Still I resenible you.

Renown'd for arms, and warlike might, « Oblerve that mountebanking fool,

Who such a feeble youth disdains, Perch'd yonder on his three-legg'd stool,

And vultures dares engage in fight? With poisonous drugs to sell ;

Therefore, messieurs, it is my private voice, See o'er his shoulder how he sneers,

That the posseffor first approve our choice."
Three hours to lug you by the ears,
Yet pleases wondrous well.

Cæsar, that prince betrays bis fears, es With fullome lies and stupid stuff,

Who Ityles thee monarch in the field, He cheats and banters you enough,

But, when thy army disappears, Yet there ye flock by shoals;

To weak pretenders will thy titles yield. But if by chance a bear's brought out,

But wiser politicians say, At him ye hollow, laugh, and thout,

True conduct is not so much shown, And who's the greater fools?

In giving others' realms away, " So, brother monters, face about,

As in defending well their own.
The quack your keeper, wants his rout;
For, underneath che rose,

FABLE XVI.
Another fort of brutes there are,
Besides a stupid Rusian bear,

A LACONIC CONDEMNED.
That's milled by the nose."

A sage laconic, truly wise,
Ill ministers, like quacks, the crowd deceive, Whose conversation was concise,
Defraud them for their good; and they believe : Train'd up in rigid schools;
At France and Rome they rail with specious arts, Once, when a single word would do,
And, wilt they cheat the vulgar, gain their

Had lavishly made use of cwo,
Berts.

In high contempt of rules.
But i jagacious Bruin snells them out,

A bill against him was preferr'd, Their frands exposing to the injur'd rout;

The charge by evidence averr'd, Tourichi prene, implacable, and strong,

That fully prov'd the fact : Ten bulund tongues and hands revenge the The judges aggravate the crime, Wrong

In words as few, and little tinie,

As answer'd nen compact, Tom Dove has been cclebrated by Dryden and King.

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