Turns tail, and with uplifted heels, The lion sigh'd, and dying curst The day that he was born; Who'd wish to live, that once becomes A senseless ass's scorn. The Application. WHEN fortune frowns and friends disdain us, Their censure's hard to bear; But when a fool's reflections pain us They drive us to despair. The City Mouse and Country Mouse. A MODERN mouse bred up at 'change An active, airy cit; Worth twice two plums, tho' more by chance, Than by the dint of wit. Took a short tour one leisure day In all the pomp of pride; His south-sea coach, six Flanders mares, And sumpter horse beside. To pay a visit to a friend, An honest country yeoman, At his approach Hob look'd aghast; But recollecting soon :-He said, Although Sir Courtly's stomach stood, So pick'd and piddled at a crust, At last he mounts, and to his mouth, Split me cries he, Iv'e fed, methinks, Like any country vicar. Thank you dear friend, and then he bow'd, For this your plenteous treat; Pray, come to town, my dear, and see How we at London eat. Soon after Hob to London went, And found the best of cheer; Roast beef, boiled fowl, and rich minced pies, French wine and humming beer. But in the height of all their mirth, A broker with a sour phiz, And interrupts their talking. Lord! Sir, says he, we're all undone! Last Saturday's gazette will prove One half of Britain's ruin. 3 Your *York is under twenty, Sir, And South-sea but two hundred : Then farewell all my future hopes! S'death, I am broke, I'm plunder'd! A thousand frantick tricks he play'd; Is this, says Hob, your city treat, A little plain but wholesome food, Grant me, ye Gods! a life sedate, Is but a glorious hell. * The author had engaged large sums in the York-building Company. The Dog and the Shadow; or Esop in Change-alley. In days of yore, a farmer's dog,- Took a sly tour around his kitchen, And squinted, east, west, north, and south, To find out something for his mouth : He spy'd a leg of mutton stuck. So up But now I've got, thinks he, my booty, Lest Joan should scold, or John should shoot me, For preservation's sake 'tis better To dine to-day across the water. Now here 'tis proper to be noted, That Towser's master's house was moated. So in he jumps with his it-bit, And long'd on t'other side to get, 3 |