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The chat on various subjects ran,
Till angry Hymen thus began :
Relentless Death whose iron sway
Mortals reluctant must obey,
Still of thy pow'r shall I complain,
And thy too partial hand arraign :
When Cupid brings a pair of hearts,
All over stuck with equal darts,
Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride,
And cut the knot that Hymen tied.
Shall not the bloody aid the bold,
The miser hoarding up his gold,
The harlot reeking from the stew,
Alone thy fell revenge pursue?
But must the gentle and the kind
Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find
The monarch calmly thus replied:
Weigh well the cause, and then decide.
That friend of yours you lately nam'd,
Cupid alone, is to be blam'd ;
Then let the charge be justly laid :
That idle boy neglects i. trade,
And hardly one in twenty years
A couple to your temple bears. -
The wretches, whom your office blends,
Silenus now, or Plutus sends;
Hence care, and bitterness, and strife,
Are common to the nuptial life.
Believe me! more than all mankind
Your vot'ries my compassion find.
Yet cruel an I call'd, and base,
Who seek the wretched to release;
The captive from his bouds to free,
i. but for me.
'Tis I entice him to the yoke;
By me your crowded altars smoke:
For mortals boldly dare the noose,
Secure that Death will set them loose.

§ 284. FABLE v. The Poet and his Patron. WHY, Celia, is your spreading waist So loose, so negligently lac'd? Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide Your snowy boson's swelling pride : How ill that dress adorns your head, Distain'd and rumpled from the bed ) Those clouds that shade your blooming face A little water might displace, As Nature ev'ry morn bestows The crystal dew to cleanse the rose. Those tresses, as the raven black, That wav'd in ringlets down your back, Uncomb'd, and injur’d by neglect, IDestroy the face which once they deck'd, Whence this forgetfulness of dress : Pray, Madam, are you married? — Yes. Nay, then indeed the wonder ceases; No matter now how loose your dress is ; The end is won, your fortune's made ; Your sister now may take the trade. Alas! what pity 'tis to find This fault in half the female kind From hence proceeds aversion, strife,

And all that sours the wedded life.

Beauty can only point the dart,
'Tis neatness guides it to the heart;
Let neatness then and beauty strive
To keep a wav'ring flame alive.
'Tis o far (you'll find it true)
To keep the conquest, than subdue ;
Admit us once behind the screen,
What is there farther to be scent
A newer face may raise the fame,
But cy'ry woman is the same.
Then study chiefly to improve
The charm that fix'd your husband's love.
Weigh well his humor. Was it dress
That gave your beauty pow'r to bless :
Pursue it still ; be neater seen ;
'Tis always frugal to be clean;
So shall you keep alive desire,
And time's swift wing shall fan the fire.
In garret high (as stories say)
A Poet sung his tunesul lay;
So soft, so smooth, his verse you'd swear
Apollo and the Muses there.
Thro' all the town his praises rung;
His sonnets at the playhouse sung;
High waving o'er |. lab'ring head,
The goddess Want her pinions spread,
And with poetic fury fir’d,
What Phoebus faintly had inspir’d.
A noble youth, to: ors.
Approv'd the sprightly things he writ,
A. sought i. . § ... donae,
Discharg’d his rent, and brought him home.
Behold him at the stately board :
Who but the Poct and my Lord!
Each day deliciously he dines,
And greedy quasis the gen’rous wines;
His sides were plump, his skin was sleek,
And plenty wanton'd on his cheek;
Astonish'd at the change so new,
Away th’ inspiring goddess flew.
Now, dropt for politics and news,
Neglected lay the drooping Muse,
Unmindful whence his fortune came,
He stifled the poetic flame; -
Nor tale, nor sonnet, for my lady,
Lampoon, nor epigram, was ready.
With just contempt his Patron saw
(Resolv'd his bounty to withdraw) ;
And thus with anger in his look,
The late-repenting fool bespoke :
Blind to the good that courts ther grown,
Whence has the sum of favor shone :
Delighted with thy tuneful art,
Esteem was growing in my heart;
But idly thou reject'st the charm
That give it birth, and kept it warm,
Unthinking fools alone despise
The arts that taught them first to rise.

$ 285. FABLE v1. The hoof, the Sheep, and the Lamb. Duty demands, the parent's voice Should sanctify the daughter's choiceIn that is due obedience shown ; To choose, belongs to her alone. - May May horror seise his midnight hour, Who ... upon a parent's pow'r, And claims, by purchase vile and base, The loathing maid for his embrace; isence virtue sickens; and the breast, Where peace had built her downy nest, Recomes the troubled seat of care, And pines with anguish and despair. A Wolf, rapacious, rough, and bold, Whose nightly plunders thinn'd the fold, Contemplating . ill-spent life, And cloy'd with thefts would take a wife. His purpose known, the savage race in nomorous crowds attends the place ; For why, a mighty wolf he was, And held dominion in his jaws. Her favorite whelp each mother brought, And humbly his alliance sought; But cold by age, or else too nice, None found acceptance in his eyes. It happen'd as at early dawn, He solitary cross'd the lawn, Stray'd from the fold, the sportive Lamb Skipp'd wanton by her fleecy l)am ; When Cupid, foe to man and beast, Discharg'd an arrow at his breast. The tim'rous breed the robber knew, And trembling o'er the meadow flew ; Their nimblest speed the Wolf o'ertook, And courteous thus the Dam bespoke: Stay, fairest, and suspend your fear, Trust me, no enemy is near: These jaws, in slaughter oft imbru'd, At length have known enough of blood; And kinder bus'ness brings me now, Wauguish'd, at beauty's feet to bow. You have a daughter—sweet, forgive A Wolf's address — in her I live; love from her eyes like lightning came, Aid set my marrow all on flame; let your consent confirm my choice, And ratify our nuptial joys. Me ample wealth and pow'r attend, Wide o'er the plains my realms extend; What midnight robber dare invade The fold, if I the guard an made 2 A home the shepherd's cur may sleep, While I secure my master's sheep. Discourse like this attention clairu'd; Grandeur the mother's breast inflam'd; Now fearless by his side she walk'd, Of settlements and jointures talk'd"; Propos'd, and doubled her demands, of flow'ry fields, and turnip-lands. The Wolf agrees. Her bosom swells; To Miss her happy site she tells; And, of the grand alliance vain, Contemns her kindred of the plain. The loathing Lamb with horror hears, And wearies out her Dan with pray'rs; But all in vain; mamma best knew What unexperienc'd girls should do. So, to the neighb'ring meadow carried, A formal ass the couple married,

Torn from the tyrant mother's side, The trembler goes, a victim-bride; Reluctant meets the rude embrace, And bleats among the howling race. With horror of her eyes behold Her murder'd kindred of the fold; Each day a sister lamb is serv'd, And at the glutton's table carv'd ; The crashing bones he grinds for food, And slakes his thirst with streaming blood. Love, who the cruel mind detests, And lodges but in gentle breasts, Was now no more. Enjoyment past, The savage hunger'd for the feast; But (as we find in human race, A mask conceals the villain's face) Justice must authorise the treat; Till then he long'd, but durst not eat. As forth he walk'd in quest of prey, The hunters met him on the way: Fear wings his flight; the marsh he sought: The snuffing dogs are set at fault. His stomach baulk'd, now hunger gnaws, Howling he grinds his empty jaws: Food must be had, and Lamb is nigh; His maw invokes the fraudful lie. Is this (dissembling rage, he cried) The gentle virtue of a bride? That, learn'd with man's destroying race, She sets her husband for the chace? By treach'ry prompts the noisy hound To scent his footsteps on the ground 2 Thou trait’ress vilei for this thy blood Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood' So saying, on the Lamb he flies, Beneath his jaws the victim dies.

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Your ill-judg’d aid will you impart,
And spoil by meretricious art?
Or had you, nature's error, cone
Abortive from the mother's womb,
Your forming care she still rejects,
Which only heightens her defects.
When such, of glitt'ring jewels proud,
Still press the foremost in the crowd,
At ev'ry public show are seen,
With look awry, and awkward mien,
The gaudy dress attracts the cye,
And magnifies deformity.
Nature inay underdo her part,
But seldom wants the help of art;
Trust her, she is your surest friend,
Nor made your form for you to mend.
A Goose, affected, empty, vain,
The shriliest of the cackling train,
With proud and elevated crest,
Precedence claim't! above the rest.
Says she, i laugh at human race,
Who say geese hobble in their pace;
Look here — the sland’rous lye detect;
No haughty man is so erect.
That peacock youde: ; Lord, how vain
The creature's of his gaudy train *
If both were stript, I pawn my word
A goose would be the finer bird.
Nature, to hide her own defects,
Her bungled work with finery decks;
Were geese set off with half that show,
Would men admire the peacock! No.
Thus vaunting, 'cross the unead she stalks,
The cackling breed attend her walks;
The sun shot down his moon-tide beams,
The Swans were sporting in the streams;
Their snowy plumes and stately pride
Provok'd her spleen. Why there, she cried,
Again what arrogance we see :
Those creatures ; how they inimic ine!
Shall ev'ry fowl the water skin,
Because we geese are known to swim
Humility they soon shall learn,
And their own emptiness discern.
So saying, with extended wings,
Lightly upon the wave she springs;
Her bosom swells, she spreads her plumes,
And the swan's stately Crest as Suilles.
Contempt and Inockery ensued, -
And bursts of laughter shook the flood.
A Swan, superior to the rest,
Sprung forth, and thus the fool address'd :
Conceited thing, elate with pride!
Thy affectation all deride :
These airs thy awkwardness impart,
And show thee plainly as thou art.
Among thy coluals of the flock
Thou hadst escap'd the public mock;
And, as thy parts to good conduce,
Been deem'd an honest hobbling goose.
Learn hence to study wisdom's rules;
Know, foppery's the pride of fools;
And, striving nature to conceal,
You only her defects reveal.

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§ 287. PABLE v1.11. The Lawyer and Justice,
Lovel thou divinest good below :
Thy pure delights few mortals know:
Qur rebel hearts thy sway disown,
While tyrant lust usurps thy throne.
The bounteous God of nature made
The sexes for each other's aid;
Their mutual talents to employ,
To lessen ills, and heighten joy.
To weaker woman he ...}}
That soft'ning gentleness of mind,
That can by sympathy impart
Its likeness to the roughest heart.
Her eyes with magic pow'r endued,
To fire the dull, and awe the rude.
His rosy fingers on her face
Shed lavish ov'ry blooming grace,
And stamp'd (perfection to display).
His mildest image on her clav.
Man, active, resolute, and bold,
He fashion'd in a different mould,
With useful arts his mind inform’d,
His breast with nobler passions warin'd;
He gave him knowledge, taste, and sense,
And courage for the fair's defence. .
Her frame, resistless to each wrong,
|\enlands protection from the strong;
To man she flies when fear alarms,
And claims the temple of his arms.
By nature's Author thus declar'd
The woman's sovereign and her guard,
Shall man by treach rous wiles invade
The weakness he was meant to aid :
While beauty, given to inspire
Protecting love, and soft desire,
Lights up a wild-fire in the heart,
And to its own breast points the dart,
Becomes the spoiler's base pretence
To triumph over innocence.
The wolf, that tears the tim’rous sheep,
Was never set the fold to keep;
Nor was the tiger, or the pard,
Meant the benighted trav'sler's guard;
But man, the wildest beast of prey,
Wears friendship's semblance to betray;
His strength agains the weak employs;
And where he should protect, destroys.
'ast twelve o'clock, the watchinail cried;
Ilis brief the studious lawyer plica ;
The all-prevailing fee lay nigh,
The earnest of to-morrow's lie.
Sudden the furious winds arise,
The jarring casement shatter'd flies;
The doors admit a hollow sound, -
And rattling from their hinges bound;
Voen Justice, in a blaze of light, -
Reveal’d her radiant form to sight.
The wretch with thrilling horror shook;
Loose ev'ry joint, and pale his look;
Not having set a her in the courts,
Or found her mention'd in reports,
He ask'd, with faltring torgue, her name,
Her errand there, and whence the came

Sternly Sternly the white-rob'd Shade replied (A crimson glow her visage o Canst thou be doubtful who I am? is Justice grown so strange a maine? Were not vour courts for Justice rais'd 3 ‘Twas there, of old, my altars blaz'd. My guardian thee I did elect, My acred temple to protect, Túat thou and all thy venal tribe, Should spurn the goddess for the bribe, Aloud the ruin'd client cries, Justice has neither ears nor eyes; In soul alliance with the bar, Gainst me the judge denounces war, And rarely issues his decree But with intent to baffle ine. She paus’d— her breast with fury burn'd; The trembling Lawyer thus return'd : I own the charge is justly laid, And weak th' excuse that can be made; Yet search the spacious globe and see If all mankind are not like me. The gown-man, skill'd in Romish lies, By fitfi's false glass deludes our eyes: (, et conscience rides without control, And robs the man to save his soul. The doctor, with important face, ily sly design mistakes the case ; Prescribes, and spins out the disease, To trick the patient of his fees. The soldier rough with many a scar, Andred with slaughter, leads the war; If he a nation's trust betray, The foe has offer'd double pay. When vice o'er all mankind prevails, And weighty int’rest turns the scales, Most I be better than the rest, And harbour Justice in my breast 2 On one side only take the fee, Content with poverty and thee? Thou blind to sense, and vile of mind, Th' exasperated Shade rejoin'd, firtue from the world is flown, Will other's faults excuse thy own 2 For sickly souls the priest was made; Physicians for the body's aid; The oldier guarded liberty; Man, woman, and the lawyer me. If all are faithless to their trust, They leave not thee the less unjust. Henceforth your pleadings I disclaim, And bar the sanction of Iny natue ; Within your courts it ...is be read, That Justice from the law is fied. She spoke; and hid in shades her face, Till Hardwicke ... into grace.

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Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly, your forchead lours,
As if her unerit lessen'd yours ?
From female envy never free,
All must be io. you see.
Survey the garden, fields, and bow'rs,
The buds, the blossoms, and the flow'rs;
Then tell me where the woodbine grows
That vies in sweetness with the rose;
Or where the lily's snowy white,
That throws ... beauties on the sight?
Yet folly is it to declare,
That these are neither sweet nor fair.
The crystal shines with fainter rays
Before the diamond's brighter blaze;
And fops will say the diamond dies
Before the lustre of your eyes:
But I, who deal in truth, deny
That neither shine when you are by.
When zephyrs o'er the blossoin stray,
And sweets along the air convey,
Sha'n't I the fragrant breeze inhale,
Because you breathe a sweeter gale?
Sweet are the flow'rs that deck the field;
Sweet is the smell the blossoms yield;
Sweet is the summer gale that blows;
And sweet, tho' sweeter you, the rose.
Shall envy then torment your breast,
If you are lovelier than the rest?
For while I give to each her due,
By praising them I flatter you ;
And praising most, I still declare
You }. where the rest are fair.
As at his board a farmer sate,
Replenish'd by his homely treat,
His favorite Spaniel near him stood,
And with his master shar'd the food;
The crackling bones his jaws devour’d,
His lapping tongue the trenchers scour'd;
Till, sated now, supine he lay,
And snor'd the rising funes away.
The hungry Cat, in turn, drew near,
And humbly cray'd a servant's share; ?
Her modest worth the master knew,
And straight the fatt'ning morsel threw:
Enragd, the snarling Cur awoke,
And thus with spiteful envy spoke:
They only claim a right to eat,
Who earn by services their meat;
Me, zeal and industry inflame
To scour the fields and spring the gaine;
Qr, plunged in the wint'ry wave,
For inan the wounded bird to save.
With watchful diligence I keep
From prowling wolves his fleecy sheep :
t home his midnight hours secure,
And drive the robber from the door :
For this his breast with kindness glows,
For this his hand the food bestows;
And shall thy indolence impart
A warmer friendship to his heart,
That thus he robs one of my due,
To Pamper such vil; thing; as you!

I own (with meekness Puss replied) Superior merit on your side; Nor does my breast with envy swell, To find it recompens'd so . 3 Yet I, in what my nature can, Contribute to the good of man. Whose claws destroy the pilfring mouse? Who drives the vermin from the house? Or, watchful for the lab'ring swain, From lurking rats secures the grain? From hence, if he rewards bestow, Why should your heart with gall o'erflow : Why pine my happiness to see, Since there's enough for you and me?

The words are just, the farmer cried, And spurn'd the snarler from his side.

§ 289. FABLE x. The nymph who walks the public streets, And sets her cap at all she meets, May catch the fool who turns to stare; But men of sense avoid the snare. As on the margin of the flood, With silken line, my Lydia stood, I smil'd to see the pains she took To cover o'er the fraudful hook. Along the forest as we stray'd, You saw the boy his lime-twigs spread; Guess'd you the reason of his fear, Lest, heedless, we approach too near 2 For as behind the bush we lay, The linnet flutter'd on the spray. Needs there such caution to delude The scaly fry, and feather'd brood : And think you, with inferior art, To captivate the human heart? The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals. Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was. From Eve's first fig-leaf to brocade, All dress was meant for fancy's aid; Which evermore delighted dwells On what the bashful nymph conceals. When Celia struts in man's attire, She shows too much to raise desire ; But, from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has pow'r to wound. The roving eye, the bosom bare, The forward laugh, the wanton air, May catch the sop: for gudgeons strike At the bare hook and bait alike; While salmon play regardless by, Till art like mature forms the fly. Beneath a peasant's homely thatch A Spider long had held her watch; From morn to night with restless care, She spun her web, and wove her smarc. Within the limits of her reign Lay many a headless captive slain; Or flutt fing struggled in the toils, To burst the chains, and shun her wiles. A straying Bee, that perch'd hard by, Beheld her with disdainful eve,

The Spider and the Bee.

And thus began : Mean thing! give o'er,

And lay thy slender threads no more;
A thoughtless fly or two, or most,
Is all the conquest thou canst boast;
For bees of sense thy arts evade,
We see so plain the nets are laid.
The gaudy tulip, that displays
Her spreading foliage to gaze;
That points her charins at all she sees,
And yields to ev'ry wanton breeze,
Attracts not me; where blushing grows,
Guarded with thorns, the modest rose,
Enamour'd round and round I fly,
Or on her fragrant bosom lie;
Reluctant she my ardor meets,
And bashful renders up her sweets.
To wiser heads attention lend,
And learn this lesson from a friend:
She who with modesty retires,
Adds fuel to her lover's fires;
While such incautious jilts as you
By folly your own schemes undo. -
§ 290. FABLE x1. The Young Lion and the Ape
'Tis true, I blame your lover's choice,
Though flatter'd by the public voice;
And peevisii grow, and sick, to hear
|lis exclamations, O how fairl
I listen not to wiid delights,
And transports of expected nights;
What is to me your hoard of charms,
The whiteness of your neck and arms ?
Needs there no acquisition more
To keep contention from the door 2
Yes; past a fortnight, and you'll find
All beauty cloys, but of the mind.
Sense and good humor ever prove
The surest cords to fasten love.
Yet, Phillis, simplest of yeur sex,
You never think but to perplex;

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That struts abroad in human shape;
Not that the coxcomb is your taste,
But that it stings your lover's breast.
To-morrow you résign the sway,
Prepar'd to honor and obey :
The tyrant mistress change for life,
To the submission of a wife.
Your follies, if you can, suspend,
And learn instruction from a friend :
Reluctant hear the first address,
Think often ere you answer Yes:
But, once resolv'd, throw off disguise,
And wear your wishes in your cycs;
With caution ev'ry look forbear
That Inight create one jealous fear,
A lover's ripening hopes confound,
Or give the gen'rous breast a wound;
Contemn the girlish arts to teaze,
Nor use your pow'r, unless to please;
For fools alone with rigor sway,
When, soon or late, they must obey:
The King of Brutes, in life's it,
Resolv'd dominiou to resign;

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