And drudg'd as vulgar Needles do, Of no more confequence than you.” FABLE XVH. THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF. A WOLF, with hunger fierce and bold, Ravag'd the plains, and thinn'd the fold;. Deep in the wood fecure he lay, The thefts of night regal'd the day.. In vain the fhepherd's wakeful care Had fpread the toils, and watch'd the fnare; The fleeter robber mock'd the chace. As Lightfoot rang'd the foreft round, "A truce?" replies the Wolf, 'Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun. "How can that ftrong intrepid mind. Attack a weak defencelefs kind? Those jaws fhould prey on nobler food, "Friend, fays the Wolf, the matter weigh; Nature defign'd us beasts of prey; As fuch, when hunger finds a treat, 30 FABLE XVIII. THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY EST men fufpect your tale untrue, The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, Who with his tongue hath armies routed, They take the strongest praise on trust. So He hit complexion, feature, air, Two buftos, fraught with every grace, He plac'd in view; refolv'd to pleafe, 30 And fpirited each aukward creature. All things were fet; the hour was come, The features, fraught with fenfe and wit, But! But yet with patience you fhall view As much as paint and art can do." Obferve the work. My Lord replied, My Lord examin'd it a-new; 45 55 60 Would any man the picture own? THE LION AND THE CUB. HOW fond are men of rule and place, Who court it from the mean and bafe! There These cannot bear an equal nigh, But from fuperior merit fly. They love the cellar's vulgar joke, And lofe their hours in ale and smoke. Nay, ev'n with fools whole nights will fit, If these can read, to thefe I write, A Lion-cub, of fordid mind, Fond of applaufe, he fought the feafts With affes all his time he spent, He caught their manners, looks, and airs; He feeks his royal fire's retreat; << Puppy! ! that curs'd vociferation |