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His cheerful looks a gayer dress put on, When Phoebus' felf return'd the Python's con.
queror. Dangers but serv'd to heighten every grace, When every grove, with a triumphant song, And add an awful terror to the hero's face.
Confess'd the victor as he pass'd along :
Whilft with the trophies every hill was crown'd, Where'er in arms the great Naffau appears, And every echoing vale dispers'd his fame around Th'extreme of action's there:
As loud the British shores their voices raise, Himself the thickelt danger shares,
And thus united fing the godlike William's praison Himfelf th' informing foul that animates the war.
What the fam'd Merlin's sacred verse of old, Heroes of old in wondrous armour fought,
And Nostradam's prophetic lines foretold; By some immortal artist wrought :
To thee, oh happy Albion, 's shown,
And, in Nasau, the promise is out-done.
Behold a prince indulgent heaven has sent,
Thy boundless wishes to content :
A propher great indood, whose powerful hand
Shall vanquish hosts of plagues, and heal the But durft not violate his sacred head;
groaning land. For angels guard the prince's life and throne, Who for his empire's safety thus neglects his own.
The great Nassau now leads thy armies forth, Had he in ages past the sceptre sway'd,
And shows the world the British worth :
Beneath his conduct they securely fight,
Their cloud by day, their guardian flamic by nights His court a temple been, his greater self a god.
His bounty too shall every bard inspire,
Reward their labours, and protect their lyre; Now tune thy lyre, my muse, now raise thy For poets are to warlike princes dear, voice,
And they are valiant William's care: Let Albion hear, her distant Mores rejoice : His victories instruct them how to write, Thy solemn Pæans now prepare,
William's the glorious theme and patron of their Sweet as the hymns that fillid the air,
ÆSOP AT COURT; OR, SELECT FABLES, 1702.
ÆSOP TO THE KING.
That fountain, from whose watery bed
And thus the rabble waves began:
" See how, by nature's bounty strong,
" Bat thou, poor fountain, filly soul!"
“ Well, angry firs, the fountain cry'd,
THE RIVER AND THE FOUNTAINS,
Or backward turn my watery store,
TAL MORAL. That hour you'd cease, and be no more.
Tyrants can only be restrain'd by might, Go ask that blustering fop the wind,
Power's their conscience, and the sword their rigts: That puts this whimsy in your mind,
Allies they court, to compals private ends, And makes your factious lurges rise,
But at the dividend disclaim their friends If he'll recruit you with supplies.
Yet boast not, France, of thy successful fraud, « And when to native mud you turn,
Maintain'd by blood, a torment whilft enjoy'd;
Imperial Cælar drives the fiorm along, Such as a common-sewer would scorn,
And Nassau's arms avenge the public wrong.
TIE BLIND WOMAN AND NER DOCTORS,
A WEALTHY matron, now grown elde They tutor kings, and senators advise ;
Was weak in every part : Whilft old republicans direct the stream,
AMided fore with rheums and cold, Not france and Rome, buc monarcb's their Yet pretty found at heart.
aim : Fools rode by koaves! and paid as they deserve,
But most her eyes began to fail,
Depriv'd of needful light: Despis'd whilft us’d! then left to hang or starve.
Nor could her spectacles avail,
To re&ify their light.
Receipts the try'd, he do&ors fees,
And spar'd for no advice
Of men of skill, or quacks for need
That practise on sore eyes.
Salves they daub'd on, and plaisters botá, Inviting friends and near allies
And this, and that was done : Frankly to share the sport and prize,
Then flannels, and a forehead-cloth, During the hunting-space.
To bind and keep them on. The lyox and royal panther came,
Her house, though small, was furnih'd The boar and wolf of Wolfingham,
And every room did thine The articles were these :
With pidures, tapestry, and plate,
All rich, and wondrous fine.
Whilft they kept blind the filly foul,
Their hands found work enough! A royal hart, delicious meat!
They pilfer'd plate, and goods ebey ftola De in'd by inauspicious face,
Till all was carry'd off.
When they undam'd their patient's cres
And now pray how's your right:
Cries e other, this was my advice, Each enter'd with his claim.
I knew 't would set you right. One lov'd a haunch, and one a fide,
Like a fuck pig the woman star'd, This ate it powder'd, c'other dried,
And up and down the run : Each for bis share alone :
With naked house and walls quite scar'd
She found herself undone.
“ Doctors, quoth fe, your core's my pain,
For what are eyes to me : # And thus I prove my title good;
Bring falves and forehead-cloths again,
I've nothing left to fee."
See, injur'd Britain, thy unhappy case,
Thou patient with distemper'd eges: The bilk'd confederates they ftare,
State-quacks but nourish the diseale,
And thrive by treacherous advice.
If fond of the expensive pain,
When eighteen millions run on score ! « Behold my paws, the word is mum;
Let them clap mufflers on again, And so, ineflicurs, adicu!".
And phylic abec of eighteen nicre.
'' Towser, quoth he, I'm for a fair ; FABLE IV.
Be regent in my room :
Pray of my tender flocks take care,
And keep all safe at home.
I know thee watchful, just, and brave,
Right worthy such a place :
No wily fox shall thec deceive,
Nor wolf dare fhow his face."
But ne'er did wolves a fold infest,
At regent Towser's rate :
He din'd and supp'd upon the best,
And frequent brcakfasts ate.
And laugh'd at the report : And in the skies hang something new.
But, coming on him by surprise, * My wife reforming friends, quoth Jove,
Just found him at the fport. Our elements are good!
“ Ingrateful beaft, quoth he, what means We manage for the best above,
Thac bloody mouth and paws? Though not so rightly understood;
I know the base, the treacherous stains, But since such profound squires are sent,
Thy breach of trust and laws. We'll treat you like the cream of Kent."
The fruits of my past love I see; Then Jove brought out ætherial fire
Roger, the halter bring ; In a gilt chafing-dith :
E'en truss him on that pippin tree,
And let friend Towser swing.
That ne'er my bounty knew :
But, as the guardian of my flocks,
This neckcloth is your due."
When ministers their prince abuse,
And on the subjects prey:
THE FOX AND BRAMBL..
Ren, an old poacher after game, So eagerly to public mischief run,
Saw grapes look tempting fine : That they prevent the hands, which loo them on.
But, now grown impotent and lame, O true machines! and heads devoid of brains!
Could not command the vine ; Affront that fenate which your rights maintains !
His lips he lick'd, stood ogleing with his eyes, Thus ideors sport with power, and Aames embrace, Straind at a running jump, but miss'd the prizes Till smarting folly glares chem in the face.
Quoth he, that honest bush hard-by
Might give a friend a lift :
And venture for a shift.
Without more words he bounces to the top. As we're in story told;
But gor'd and wounded is compellid to drop Whose herds were large and flocks the best
Down Reynard came, batter'd and core, That ever lin'd a fold.
He blow'd and lick'd his paws : Arm'd with a staff, his rufset coat,
Then mutter'd to himself and swore, And Towser by his fide,
Curfing the faral cause;
[scorn, Early and late he tun'd his throat
Damn'd rascal shrub, quoth he, whom hedge-takes And every wolf defy'd.
Beneath a furs-bush, or the scoundrel thorn: Lov'd Towser was bis heart's delight,
« Good words, friend Ren, the bush reply'da In cringe and fawning skill'd,
Here no encroacher 'scapes : Satrusted with the flocks by night,
Those foxes that on brambles ride And guardian of the field.
Love thorns, as well as grapes;
THE FARMER AND HIS DOG.
But better language would your mouth become :: Thy dread tribunal now creat at home,
In power her baseft enemies remain,
Bane of the war! curse of thy martial reiga! Ill-manners never found a just pretence,
You share the toil and dangers, they the gaia;
THE FOX AND WEAZLE.
AN OWL AND THE SUN.
To the late Honourable the Commifioners of tbe Prize. A Saucy buflle-headed owl
One morning on the sun fell soul,
Because it made him blind: Very rapacious, lank, and poor ;
Buc by his sophiftry you'll guess That had no place, small comings-in,
Him not of the Athenian race, And liv'd in terror of the gin;
But a more modern kind, Nor got a morsel to his hole,
The morn was fragrant, cool, and bright, But what he either begg'd or stole;
The sun illustrious with his light, One night a foraging for prey,
Dispensing warmth to all: He found a store hvuse in his way:
Madge on a pinnacle was got, Each cranny then he nimbly paft;
Sputtering and hooting like a sot, With lantern jaws and flender waist;
And thus began the brawl. And made long time his quarters good,
“ D'ye hear, you prince of red-fac'd looks! On flaughter'd mice and wheaten food.
Hot-headed puppy! foe to owls! But, growing corpulent and round,
Why this offensive blaze? Too small the wide chink was found :
Behind some cloud go sneak alide, And now he squeez'd and thrust in vain,
Your carbuncles and rubies hide, For liberty and home again,
And quench that flaming face. A fox that chanc'd to stroll that way,
“ When I'm a taking the fresh air, For meditation's sake, or prey, Stood grinning at him for a while,
Whip in my eyes you come full glare,
And so much rudeness how! With rogueifh looks and sneering smile;
I wonder when the modeft moon And though he shrewdiy gave a guess,
Would serve an owl as you have done,
Or tan and burn one fo!
Bright Phæbus smil'd at what was said,
And cry'd, “ 'Tis well, Sir Logger-bead,
You're neither sense nor shame!
Because a blinking fool can't bear
An object so cranfcending fair,
The sun muft take the blame.
Shall I the universe benight,
And rob the injur'd world of light, To force a board, and serve a friend;
Because you rail and scoul; So fain I would my bacon fave,
When birds of the most abjet fort I'll kiss your foot, and live your fave."
Deride and grin you for their sport,
And treat you like an owl ?"
Who libel senates, and traduce the great, You take a quantum fufficit.
Measure the public good by private hate : Slacken with abstinence your skin,
Interest's their rule of love ; fierce to oppole And you'll return as you got in :
All whom fuperior virtue makes their focs. For, till each collop you refund,
Thy merits, Rochester “, thus give offence; You're like to quarter in Lob's-pound.”
The guilty faction hates difcerning fense: Cæsar, no more in foreign camps expofe
Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester, Your sacred life, to Britain's generous fucs:
Lieutenant of Ireland. See an accouer et bia * “ Supplement to snitt."
This Harley t, Seymour |, Howe Ś, and Mack. With every sweet harmonious note worth find,
He charm'd the listening throng: Great eye fores to the loud rapacious kind; The hooting cuckow, was displeas'd alonc, But, whilst in holes addressing owls repinc,
Condemn'd his manner, and extoll'd her own. Brighe as the fun their patriot names will fhine.
“ This screaming fop, quoth fhe, chat scares
All creatures with his din ;
When folks are listening to my airs,
Forsooth he's putting in.
Here's such a chattering kept, and odious noise, As out at sea a ruffling gale it blew, And clouds o'ercast the gloomy kies :
My song's quite Spoild with his confounded
voice." The surges they began to rise, And terrify the sailors, jocund crew.
The injur'd songster modestly reply'd;
“ Since you perform fo fine, This to the wanton billows was but sport,
The contest let some judge decide, They roar'd and gambol'd it along,
And try your skill with mine; This was the burden of their song,
Vanquish'd, I'll your superior genius own." They'd have a storm, and show good reason for':.
The cuckow shook her head, and cry'd 'twas dones Then a fresh maggot takes them in the head,
A solemn plodding ass that graz'd the plain To have one merry jaunt on fhore:
Was for an umpire chose : They'd not be fetter'd up, they swore,
The nightingale advanc'd his frain, But thus to the insulied margin said :
And charm'd with every close. “ Hey, Plugs! d'ye hear, ye lazy hounds!
The cuckow's note 'was one unvary'd tone, Open to right and left! make way,
Exceeding hoarse, yet pleas’d, le roar'd it on. And give free paTage to the sea,
Appeal was made ; the judge this sentence gave, Down with your ramparts and obfèructing mounds. “ You, firrah, nightingale ! “ See how they stir! awake, ye brutes :
Of music you some smarterings have, And let us have one frisk at land;
And may in time do well; Or, 'zbud, we'll wash you into sand,
But for substantial song, I needs must say, Without the tedious form of long disputes.”
My friend, the cuckow, bears the bell away." “ Hold! soft and fair! the banks reply'd ; we're bound,
Mackworth *, who reads thy well-digested lines, In honour, to make good our post:
Where eloquence with nervous reason shines, Ard will, for ail your windy boast,
Secs art and judgment flow through every pages As barriers to the sea, maintain our ground. The patriot’s zeal free from indecent rage; Go, lord it in your watery realms, the main !
So pure thy style, thy manners so refin'd, There rage and bluster as you please,
Your pen transmits the candour of your mind, Licentious in your native seas,
Yet happier he that has the answer wrote, Bat not an inch as trespaffers you'll gain.
In penury of sense, and dearth of thought :
Whilft alles judge, and fadion claims a vote, So, my fierce mutineers, be jogging home!
Abusive nonsense is th' admired note; For if you dare invade our coast,
Where want of art and manners merit praise, You'll run your heads against a post, And Thamefully retire in empty foam.”
He robs the cuckow of her ancient bays.