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$ 287. FABLE vui. The Lawyer and Justice. Or had you, nature's error, cone
Love! thou divinest good below! Abortive from the mother's womb,
Thy pure delights few mortals know: Your forining care she still rejects,
Our rebel hearts thy sway disown, Which only heightens her detects.
While tyrant lust usurps thy throne. When such, of glittring jewels proud,
The bounteous God of nature made Still press the foremost in the crewd,
The sexes for each other's aid; At ev'ry public show are seen,
Their mutual talents to employ, With look awry, and awkward mien,
To lessen ills, and lieighten joy. The gaudv dress attracts the cye,
To weaker woman he assign'd And magia es deformity.
That sofi'ning gentleness of inind; Nature inay underdo her part,
That can by sympatby impart But seldom wants the help of art; .
Its likeness to the roughest heart. Trust her, she is your surest friend,
Her eyes with magic pow'r endued, Nor made your forin for you to mend.
To fire the dull, and awe the rude. A Goose, affocied, empty, vain,
His rosy fingers on her face The shrillest of the cackling train,
Shed lavisliev'ry blooming grace, With proud and elevated crest,
And siampd (perfection to display) Precedence claim'd above the rest.
His mildest image on her clay. Says she, I larghi at luman race,
Man, active, resolute, and bold, Who say gecse houble in their pare;
Jle fashion'd in a different mould, Look here! -- the sland'rous lye detect;
l'ith useful arts bis wind informa'd, No haughty man is so erect.
His breast with nobler passions warm'd; That peacock yonder! Lord, how vain
He gave him knowledge, taste, and sense, The creature's of his gaudy train!
And courage for the fair's defence. · If both were stript, I pawn my word
Her frame, resistless to each wrong, A goose would be the finer bird.
Demands protection from the strong; Nature, to hide her own defects,
To man she flies when fear alarms, Her bungled work with finery decks;
And claims the temple of his armis. Were geese set off with half that show,
By nature's Author thus declar'd Would men admire the peacock! No.
The woman's sovercian and hier guard, Thus vaunting, 'cross the mead she stalks, Shall man by trcach'rous wiles invade The cackling breed attend her walks;
The weakness he was meant to aid ? The sun shot down his noon-tide beams,
While beauty, given to inspire The Swans were sporting in the streams; Protecting love, and soft desire, Their snowy plumes and staicly pride
Lights up a wild-fire in the heart, Provok'd her spleen. Why there, she cried, And to its own breast points the dart, Again what arrogance we see!
Becomes the spoiler's base pretence Those creatures ! how they inimic ine !
To triumph over innocence. Shall ev'ry fowl the water skin,
The wolf, that tears the tiin'rous sheep, Because we geese are known to swim !
Was never set the fold to keep; Humility they soon shall learn,
Nor was the tiger, or the pard, And their own emptiness discern.
Meant the benighted trav'ller's guard; So saying, with extended wings,
But man, the wildest beast of prey, Lightly upon the wave she springs;
Wears friendship's semblance to betray; Her bosom swells, she spreails her plumes, His strength againsi the weak emplovs; And the swan's stately crest assumes.
And where he should protect, slestroys.
Past twelve o'clock, the watch:an cried;
The all-prevailing fee lay nigh,
Sudden the furious winds arise, Thy affectation all deride :
The jarring casement shatter'd fies; These airs iny awkwardness impart,
The doors admit a hollow sound, And show thee bainly as thou art.
And rattling from their hinges bound; Among thy quals of the flock
Iuen Justice, in a blize of light, Thou hadst escap'd the public mock;
Reveal'd her radiant form to sight..
The wretch with thrilling horror shook ;
Not having seen her in the courts,
Or found her mention'd in reports, And, striving nature to conceal,
He ask'd, with falt'ring torgic, her name, You only her defects reveal.
Her errand there, and whence she came?
Sternly the white-rob’d Shade replied Can't I another's face commond, (A crimson glow her visage dyed);
fOr to her virtues be a friend, Canst thou be doubtful who I am?
But ipstantly your forchead lours, Is Justice grown so strange a naine?
As if her merit lessen'd yours : Were not your courts for Justice rais d ? From female envy never free, 'Twas there, of old, my altars blaz'd.
| All must be blind because you see. My guardian thee I did elect,
į Survey the garden, fields, and bow'rs, My sacred temple to protect,
The buds, the blossoms, and the flow'rs; Tiiat thou and all thy venal tribe,
· Then tell me where the woodbine grows Shonld spurn the goddess for the bribe.
That vies in sweetness with the rose; Aloud ihe ruin'd client cries,
Or where the lily's snowy white, Justice lias neither cars nor eyes;
That throws euchi beauties on the sight? lui foul alliance with the bar,
Yet folly is it to declare, Gainst me the judge denounces war,
That these are neither sweet nor fair. And rarely issues his decree
The crystal shines with fainter rays But with intent to baffle me.
Before the diamond's brighter blaze; She palis) -- her breast with fury buru'd; And fops will say the diamond dies The trembling Lawyer thus return'd:
Before the lustre of your eyes :
But I, who deal in iruth, 'deny
When zephyrs o'er the blossoin stray,
And sweets along the air convey, The gown-man, skill'd in Romish lies, Sha'n't I the fragrant breeze inhale, By faith's false glass deludes our eyes :
Because you breathe a sweeter gale? O'er conscience rides without control,
Sweet are the flow'rs that deck the field; And robs the man to save his soul.
Sweet is the smell the blossoms yield; The doctor, with important face,
Sweet is the summer gale that blows; Dy sly design mistakes the case;
And sweet, tho'sweetcr you, the rose. Prescribes, and spins out the disease,
Shall envy then torment your breaate To trick the patient of his fees.
If you are lovelier than the rest ?
For while I give to each her due,
And praising most, I still declare
You fairest, where the rest are fair. When vice o'er all mankind prevails,
As at his board a farmer sate, And weighty int'rest turns the scales, -- Replenish'd by his homely treat, Alust I be better than the rest,
His fav’rite Spaniel near him stood, And harbour Justice in my breast?
And with his master shar'd the food; On one side only take the fee,
The crackling bones his jaws devour'd,
His lapping tongue the trenchiers scour'd;
And snor'd the rising funes away.
The hungry Cat, in turn, dresy near, Will other's faults excuse thy own?
| And humbly cray'd a servant's share; For sickly souls the priest was made;
Her niodest worth the master knew, Physicians for the body's aid;
And straight the fatt'ning morsel threw: The soldier guarded liberty;
Enrag'd, the snarling Cur awoke, Jan, woman, and the lawyer me.
And thus with spiteful envy spoke: If all are faithless to their trust,
| They only claim a right to eat, They leave not thee the less unjust.
Who earn by services their meat; lienceforth your pleadings I disclaim,
Me, zeal and industry inflame And bar the sanction of my naine ;
To scour the fields and spring the game; Within your courts it shall be read,
Or, plunged in the wint'ry wave,
For inan the wounded bird to save.
From prowling wolves his ficecy sheep :
And drive the robber from the door : 6288. FABLE Ix. The Farmer, the Snaniel, (For this his breast with kindness glows, and the Cat.
For this his hand the food bestows; Way kuits my dear her angry brow?
And shall thy indolence impart What rude offence alarms you now?
A warmer friendship to his heart, I said that Delia's fair, 'uis irue,
That thus he robs me of my due, But did I say she equalld you !
To pamper such vile things as you!
I own (with ineekness Puss replied) | And thus began : Mean thing! give u'er, Superior ierit on your side;
| And lay thy slender threads no more; Nor docs my breast with envy swell,
| A thoughtless fly or two, or most, To find it recompens'd so well;
Is all the conquest thou canst boast; Yet I, in what iny nature can,
For bees of sense thy arts evade,
We see so plain the nets are laid.
That points her charms at all she sees,
And yields to ev'ry wanton breeze, From hence, if he rewards bestow,
Attracts not me; where blushing grows, Why should your heart with gall o'erflow? Guarded with thorns, the modest rose, Why pine my bappiness io sec,
Enamour'd round and round I fly,
Or on her fragrant bosom lie;
To wiser heads attention lend,
Adds fuel to her lover's fires ;
While such incautious jilts as you
By folly your own schemes undo.
1$ 290. PABLE X1. The Young Lion and the pe I smild to see the pains she took
I'Tis true, I blame your lover's choice, To cover o'er the fraudful hook.
Though fatter'd by the public voice; Along the forest as we stray'd,
| And peevish grow, and sick, to hear You saw the boy his lime-twigs spread; His exclamations, ( how fair ! Guess'd you the reason of his fear,
I listen not to wiid delights, Lest, heedless, we approach too near?
And transports of expected nights; For as behind the bush we lay,
What is to me your hoard of charms, The linnet flutter'd on the spray,
The whiteness of your neck and arios? Needs there such caution to delude
Needs there no acquisition more The scaly fry, and feather'd brood ?
To keep contention from the door? And think you, with inferior art,
Yes; past a fortnight, and you'll find To captivate the human heart?
All beauty cloys, but of the mind. The maid who modestly conceals
Sense and good humor ever prove Her beauties, while she hides, reveals.
The surest cords to fasten love. Give but a glimpse, and fancy draw's
Yet, Phillis, simplest of your sex, Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
You never think but io perplex; From Eve's first tig-leaf to brocade,
Coquetting it with ev'ry ape All dress was mcant for fancy's aid;
That struts abroad in human shape; Which evermore delighted dwells
Not that the cuxcomb is your taste, On what the bashful nymph conceals.
But that it sings vour lover's breast. When Celia struts in man's attire,
To-morrow you resign the sway,
Prepar'd to honor and obey :
To the submission of a wife.
Your follies, if you can, suspend, The forward laugh, the wanton air,
And learn instruction from a friend : May catch the fop: for gulgeons strike
Reluctant hear the first address, At the bare hook and bait alike;
Think often ere you answer Yes : While salınon play regardless by,
But, once resolv'd, throw off disguise, Till art like nature forms the fly.
And wear your wishes in your eyes; Beneath a peasant's homely thatch
With caution ev'ry lock forbear A Spider long had held her watch ;
That might create one jealous fear, From morn to night with restless care,
A lover's ripening hopes confound, She spun her web, and wove her snarc. Or give the gen'rous breast a wound; Within the limits of her reign
Contemn the girlish arts to teaze, Lay many a headless captive slain ;
Nor use your pow'r, unless to please;
For fools alone with rigor sway,
The King of Brutes, in life's decline,
Resolvd dominion to resign;
The The beasts were summond to appear,
| Then, when life's winter hastens on, . And bend before the royal heir.
And youth's fair heritage is gone,
To guard your wither'd age from harms;
No gratitude to warm his breast,
Which drove your bark across the tide,
And sailing before folly's wind, And, ere we feel it, own his pow'r?
Left sense and happiness behind ! . . The counsels of experience prize,
Corinna, lest these whims prevail, I know the maxims of the wise;
To such as you I writegny tale. Subjection let us cast away,
A Colt, for blood and mettled speed And live the monarchs of to-day ;
The choicest of the running breed. 'Tis ours the vacant hand to spuro,
Of youthful strength and beauty vain, And play the tyrani each in turn.
Refus'd subjection to the rein. So shall he right from wrong discern,
In vain the grooni's officious skill And mercy from oppression learn;
Oppos'd his pride, and check'd his will ; At others woes be taught to melt,
In vain the master's forming care, And loath the ills himself has felt.
Restrain'd with threats, or sooth'd with pray'r ; He spoke his bosom swellid with pride; Of freedom proud, and scorning man, The youthful Lion thus replied :
Wild o'er the spacious plains he ran. What madness prompts thee to provoke Where'er luxuriant nature spread My wraih, and dare th' impending stroke? Her flow'ry carpet o'er the mead, Thou wretched fool! can wrongs impart Or bubbling streams soft gliding pass, Compassion to the feeling heart?
To cool and freshen up the grass, Or teach the grateful breast to glow,
Disdaining bounds, he cropt the blade, The hand to give, or eye to flow?
And wanton'd in the spoil he made.
In plenty thus the summer passid,
The trees no more a shelter yield,
(The verdure withers from the field, The partial sex I don't condemn,
( Perpetual snows invest the ground, For fiking those who copy them.
| Inicy chains the streams are bound, Wouldst thou the gen'rous lion bind ? Cold, nippiog winds, and rattling hail, Bv kindness bribe him to be kind;
His lank unshelter'd sides assail. Good offices their likeness get,
As round he cast his rueful eyes, And payment lessens not the debt;
He saw the thatch’d-roof coriage rise, With multiplying hand he gives
The prospect touch'd his heart with cheer, The good from others he receives ;
And promis' kind deliv'rance near. Or for the bad makes fair return,
A stable, erst his scorn and hate,
Was now become his wish'd retreat;
The master saw his woeful plight, $ 291. FABLE XII. The Colt and the Farmer.
His limbs that totter'd with his weight: Tell me, Corinna, if you can,
And, friendly, to the stable led, Why so arerse, so coy to man?
| And saw him litter'd, dress’d and fed. Did Nature, lavish of her care,'
llu slothful ease all night he lay, From her best pattern form you fair, 1 The servants rose at break of dav; That you, ungrateful to her cause,
The inarket calls--along the road Should mock her gifts, and spurn her law's? | His back must bear the pond'rous loaches And, miser-like, withhold that store,
In vain he struggles or complains, Which, by imparting, blesses more?
Incessant blows reward his pains. ". Beauty's a gift by Heaven assiga'd
To-morrow varies but his toil;' The portion of the female kind;
Chain's to the plough, he breaks the soil; For this the yielding maid deinands
While scanty meals at night repay Protection at her lover's hands;
The painful labors of the day. And though by wasting years it fade,
Subducd by ioil, with anguish rent, Remednbrance tells him once 'twas paid. Hi: self-upbridings found a vent.
And will you then this wealth conceal, \retch that I am! he sighing said, For age to rust, or time to steal ?
By arrogance and folly led : The summer of your youth to rove
Had but my restive youth been brought
To learn the lesson nature taught,
Then had I, like my sires of yore,
And swallow'd wisdom with that haste The prize from ev'ry courser bore.
That cits do custards at a feast. While inan bestow'd revrards and praise, . Within the shelter of a wood, And females crown my latter days.
JOne evening as he musing stood; Now lasting servitude's my lot,
Hard by, upon a leafy spray, My birth contemnd, my speed forgot ;
A Nightingale began his lay. Doom'd am I, for ny pride, to bear
Suddep he starts, with anger stung, A living death from year to year.
And screeching interrupts the song :
Pert, busy thing! thy airs give o'cs, $ 292. FABLE xur. TheOrlandthe Nightingale. And let my contemplation soar. To know the mistress' humor right,
What is the music of thy voice, See if her maids are clean and right;
But jarring dissonance and noise ? If Betty waits without her stays,
Be wise ; true harmony thou 'lt find
Not in the throat, but in the mind;
But by biborious study gain'd.
Go, read the authors Pope explodes : Who reads, or drinks 100 much alone.
Fathom the depth of Cibber's odes; If bottled beer her thirst assuage,
With modern plays improve thy wit / She feels enthusiastic rage,
Read all the learning Henley writ; And burns with ardor to inherit
And if thou need, inust sing, sing then, The gifts and workings of the spirit.
And emulate the ways of men ; If learning crack her giddy brains,
So shalt thou grow, like me, refin'd, No remedy but death remains.
And bring improvement to thy kind, Suin up the various ills of life,
Thou wretch, the little warbler cried, And all are sweet to such a wifc.
Made up of ignorance and pride! At home superior wit she vaunts,
Ask all the birds, and they 'll declaro And twits her husband with his wants; A greater blockhead wings not air. Her ragged offspring all around,
Read o'er thyself, thy talents scan, Like pigs are wallowing on the ground; Science was only meant for man. Impatient ever of control,
No senseless authors me molest, She knows no order but of soul;
II inind the duties of iny nest, With books her litter'd Hoor is spread,
With careful wing protect my young, Of nameless authors, never read;
And cheer their evenings with a song: Foul linen, petticoats, and lace,
Make short the weary traveller's way, Fill up the intermediate space.
And warble in the poet's lay. Abroad, at visitings, her tongue
Thus, following nature and her laws, Is never still, and always wrong;
From men and birds I claim applause ; All meanings she defines away,
While nursid in pedantry and sloth, And stands with truth and sense at bay. (An Owl is scorn'd ulike by both.
If c'er she ineets a gentle heart, Skilled in the housewife's useful art,
$ 293. TABLE XIV. The Sparrow and the Dore Who makes her family her care,
It was, as learn'd traditions say. And builds contentment's temple there, Upon an April's blithsome day, She starts at such mistakes in nature,
When pleasure, ever on the wing, And cries, lord help us ! what a crcature! Return d, companion of the spring, Melissa, if the moral strike,
And cheer'd the birds with am'rous heat, You 'll find the fable not unlike.
\Instructing little hearts to beat; An Owl, puff'd up with self-conceit, A Sparrow, frolic, gay, and young, · Lor'd learning better than his meal;
Of bold address, and Aippant tongue, Old manuscripts he treasur'd up,
Just left his lady of a night, And ruminag'd ev'ry grocer's shop;
Like him to follow new delight. At pastry-cooks was known to ply,
The youth, of many a conquest vain, And strip for science ev'ry pye.
Flew of to seek the chirping train; For modern poetry, and wit,
The chirping train he quickly found, He had read all tha: Blackmore writs | Aud with a saucy case bow'd round. So intimate with Curl was grown,
For ev'ry she his bosom burns, His learned treasures were his own;
And this and that he woos by turns; To all his authors had access,
And here a sigh, and there a bill; And sometimes would correct the press.
And here those eyes, so form'd to kill ! In logic he acquir'd such knowledge,
And now, with ready tongue, he strings You'd swear him fellow of a college; Unmeaning, soft, resistless things; Alike to ev'ry art and science
With vows and dem-me's skill'd tu wot, Ilis daring genius bid defiance;
As other preity fellows do.