Others our Hind of folly will indite, To entertain a dangerous gueft by night. Let those remember, that he cannot die 'Till rolling time is loft in round eternity; Nor need the fear the Panther, tho untam'd, Because the Lion's peace was now proclaim'd: The wary favage would not give offence, To forfeit the protection of her prince; But watch'd the time her vengeance to complete, When all her furry fons in frequent senate met, Mean-while the quench'd her fury at the flood, And with a lenten fallad cool'd her blood. Their commons, tho but coarse, were nothing scant, Nor did their minds an equal banquet want. For now the Hind, whofe noble nature ftrove T'express her plain fimplicity of love, Did all the honors of her house fo well, No sharp debates disturb'd the friendly meal. · fate. Nor fail'd fhe then a full review to make Of what the Panther suffer'd for her fake : Her loft esteem, her truth, her loyal care, Her strength to endure, her courage to defy; On thefe, prolixly thankful, fhe enlarg'd; Is made more facred by adverfity. Now should they part, malicious tongues would fay, They met like chance companions on the way, Whom mutual fear of robbers had poffefs'd; While danger lafted, kindness was profefs'd; But that once o'er the short-liv'd union ends : The road divides, and there divide the friends. The Panther nodded when her fpeech was done, And thank'd her coldly in a hollow tone: But faid her gratitude had gone too far For common offices of christian care. If to the lawful heir fhe had been true, She paid but Cæfar what was Cæfar's due. I might, she added, with like praise describe Your fuffering fons, and fo return your bribe: But incense from my hands is poorly priz'd; For gifts are scorn'd where givers are despis'd. I ferv'd a turn, and then was caft away; And fip the fweets, and bafk in your great patron's day. This heard, the matron was not flow to find What fort of malady had feiz'd her mind : Difdain, with gnawing envy, fell defpight, And canker'd malice ftood in open fight: Ambition, intereft, pride without controul, And jealousy, the jaundice of the foul; Revenge, the bloody minifter of ill, With all the lean tormentors of the will. "Twas eafy now to guefs from whence arofe Her new-made union with her ancient foes, Her forc'd civilities, her faint embrace, Affected kindness with an alter'd face: Yet durft she not too deeply probe the wound, As hoping still the nobler parts were found : But ftrove with anodynes to affwage the smart, And mildly thus her med'cine did impart. Complaints of lovers help to ease their pain; It shows a reft of kindness to complain; A friendship loth to quit its former hold; And confcious merit may be justly bold. But much more just your jealousy would shew, If other's good were injury to you: Witness, ye heavens, how I rejoice to fee Your warrior offspring that upheld the crown, And if my prayers for all the brave were heard, Cæfar fhould ftill have fuch, and fuch should ftill reward. The labor'd earth your pains have fow'd and till'd; "Tis juft you reap the product of the field : Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor? Our mite decreases nothing of your ftore. I am but few, and by your fare you fee some jufter motive fure your mind withdraws, And makes you break our friendship's holy laws; For barefac'd envy is too bafe a cause. Shew more occafion for your discontent; Your love, the Wolf, would help you to invent : Some German quarrel, or, as times go now, Some French, where force is uppermost, will do. When at the fountain's head, as merit ought To claim the place, you take a fwilling draught, How eafy 'tis an envious eye to throw, And tax the sheep for troubling ftreams below Or call her (when no farther caufe you find) An enemy profess'd of all your kind. ; But then, perhaps, the wicked world woul'd think, The Wolf defign'd to eat as well as drink. This last allufion gall'd the Panther more, Because indeed it rubb'd upon the fore. Yet feem'd fhe not to winch, tho fhrewdly pain'd: But thus her paffive character maintain'd. report, I never grudg'd, whate’er my foes |