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War seldom enters but where wealth allures :
Nor yet despise it; for this poor abode
Has oft receiv'd, and yet receives a God;
A God, victorious of the Stygian race,
Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctified the place.
This mean retreat did mighty Pan contain:
Be emulous of him, and pomp disdain,
And dare not to debase your soul to gain.

The silent stranger stood amaz’d to see
Contempt of wealth, and wilful poverty ;
And, though ill habits are not soon controllid,
Awhile suspended her desire of gold.
But civilly drew in her sharpen'd paws,
Not violating hospitable laws,
And pacified her tail, and lick'd her frothy jaws.

The Hind did first her country cates provide ; Then couch'd herself securely by her side.



Much malice mingled with a little wit, 1995
Perhaps, may censure this mysterious writ:
Because the muse has peopled Caledon
With Panthers, Bears, and Wolves, and beasts

unknown, 1285 And dare not to debase your soul to gain] · Aude, hospes, contemnere opes, et te quoque dignum Finge deo

. In the whole passage he has an eye to the reception of Æneas by Evander. J. W.




As if we were not stock'd with monsters of our own.
Let Æsop answer, who has set to view
Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew ;
And mother Hubbard, in her homely dress,
Has sharply blam'd a British Lioness ;
That queen, whose feast the factious rabble keep,
Expos'd obscenely naked and asleep.
Led by those great examples, may not I
The wanted organs of their words supply?
If men transact like brutes, 'tis equal then
For brutes to claim the privilege of men.

Others our Hind of folly will indite,
To entertain a dangerous guest by night.
Let those remember, that she cannot die
Till rolling time is lost in round eternity;
Nor need she fear the Panther, though untam’d,
Because the Lion's peace was now proclaim'd:
The wary savage would not give offence,
To forfeit the protection of her prince;
But watch'd the time her vengeance to complete,
When all her furry sons in frequent Senate met;
Meanwhile she quench'd her fury at the flood,
And with a lenten salad cool'd her blood.
Their commons,

though but coarse, were nothing scant, Nor did their minds an equal banquet want.

For now the Hind, whose noble nature strove To express her plain simplicity of love, Did all the honours of her house so well, No sharp debates disturb’d the friendly meal.

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She turn'd the talk, avoiding that extreme,
To common dangers past, a sadly-pleasing theme;
Remembʼring every storm which toss'd the state,
When both were objects of the public hate,
And dropp'd a tear betwixt for her own children's

Nir fail'd she then a full review to make
Of what the Panther suffer'd for her sake:
Her lost esteem, her truth, her loyal care,
Her faith unshaken to an exil'd heir,
Her strength to endure, her courage to defy;
Her choice of honourable infamy.
On these, prolixly thankful, she enlarg’d;
Then with acknowledgment herself she charg'd;
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity. [say,
Now should they part, malicious tongues would
They met like chance companions on the way,
Whom mutual fear of robbers had possess'd;
While danger lasted, kindness was profess'd;
But that once o'er the short-lived union ends :
The road divides, and there divide the friends.

The Panther nodded when her speech was done, And thank'd her coldly in a hollow tone: But said her gratitude had gone too far For common offices of Christian care. If to the lawful heir she had been true, She paid but Cæsar what was Cæsar's due. I might, she added, with like praise describe Your suffering sons, and so return your bribe :

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But incense from my hands is poorly priz’d;
For gifts are scorn'd where givers are despis’d.
I serv'd a turn, and then was cast away;
You, like the gaudy fly, your wings display,
And sip the sweets, and bask in your great patron's

This heard, the matron was not slow to find
What sort of malady had seiz'd her mind :
Disdain, with gnawing envy, fell despight,
And canker'd malice stood in open sight;
Ambition, interest, pride without control,
And jealousy, the jaundice of the soul;
Revenge, the bloody minister of ill,
With all the lean tormentors of the will.
'Twas easy now to guess from whence arose
Her new-made union with her ancient foes,
Her forc'd civilities, her faint embrace,
Affected kindness with an alter'd face:
Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound,
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But strove with anodynes to assuage the smart,
And mildly thus her med’cine did impart.

Complaints of lovers help to ease their pain; It shows a rest of kindness to complain ; A friendship loth to quit its former hold ; And conscious merit may be justly bold. But much more just your jealousy would show, If others' good were injury to you:

1873 Affected kindness with an alter'd face] 'And harsh un. kindness' alter'd eye.' Gray. J. W.

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Witness, ye heavens, how I rejoice to see
Rewarded worth and rising loyalty.
Your warrior offspring that upheld the crown,
The scarlet honour of your peaceful gown,
Are the most pleasing objects I can find,
Charms to my sight, and cordials to


mind : When virtue spooms before a prosperous gale, My heaving wishes help to fill the sail ; And if my prayers for all the brave were heard, Cæsar should still have such, and such should still reward.

[tillid; The labour'd earth your pains have sow'd and 'Tis just you reap the product of the field ; 1395 Your's be the harvest, 'tis the beggar's gain To glean the fallings of the loaded wain. Such scatter'd ears as are not worth your care, Your charity, for alms, may safely spare, For alms are but the vehicles of prayer. My daily bread is literally implor'd ; I have no barns nor granaries to hoard, If Cæsar to his own his hand extends, Say which of yours his charity offends : You know he largely gives to more than are his

friends. Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor? Our mite decreases nothing of your store. I am but few, and by your fare you see My crying sins are not of luxury. Some juster motive sure your mind withdraws, And makes you break our friendship’s holy laws;



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