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<P>AESOP In Select FABLES.</P>
<P><HI>VIZ.</HI>
<LIST>
<ITEM>I. At <HI>Tunbridge.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>II. At <HI>Bathe.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>III. At <HI>Ep&s;om.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>IV. At <HI>Whitehall.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>V. From <HI>Tunbridge.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>VI. At <HI>Am&s;terdam.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST></P>
<P>WITH A DIALOGUE BETWEEN Bow-Steeple DRAGON, And the Exchange GRASHOPER.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed and are to be Sold by mo&s;t Book&s;ellers in <HI>London</HI> and <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI> 1698.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="2">
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<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<P>RIding, of late, to take a little Are, and cro&s;&s;ing by &s;ome chance the <HI>Tunbridge-Road,</HI> it was my fortune to find a parcel of Papers, which were doubtle&s;s dropt by &s;ome un|wary Pa&s;&s;enger, who had made more Ha&s;te than good Speed; and taking them up, I found they were the following <HI>Fables:</HI> which, I imagine, &s;ome Young Gentleman of Wit and Lei&s;ure, had diverted him&s;elf in compo&s;ing, whil&s;t he was obliged to drink the Waters. The Entertainment they gave me and my Friends, made me think of making them Pub|lick; and con&s;idering the Nature of them, and that they were very fairly Written, it is not at all unlikely that the Author had de&s;igned them for the Pre&s;s him&s;elf. There are but two little Rea&s;ons to the contrary, which may be al&s;o &s;oon an&s;wered; <HI>Fir&s;t,</HI> That they are too &s;mall to make a Book; the <HI>Se|cond,</HI> That &s;ome of the Fables are too bold, and might expo&s;e the Author to &s;ome Danger or Di&s;plea|&s;ure. As to the fir&s;t Objection, Whoever would be &s;ure of Plea&s;ing mu&s;t not be tedious; it happens but to a few great Books to be read through; and many good Authors have defeated their own pur|po&s;e of in&s;tructing the World, by frightning the Reader with Three or four hundred Pages: But be&s;ides, the Nature of &s;uch a Work as this, requires that the Reader be never cloy'd, but always kept in good Humour and good Appetite, which a long
<PB REF="3"> work could hardly do; and <HI>10</HI> or <HI>12</HI> Morals are e|now to amu&s;e the Mind, and keep it exerci&s;ed a good while. But, after all, it may be there were many Fa|bles more intended to follow the&s;e and then I have nothing to &s;ay, but that the&s;e were all I found, and thought they were too many to be lo&s;t to the Publick. To the other Objection, the Author having nothing to an&s;wer; for they are publi&s;h'd, if not without his <HI>Will,</HI> yet without his <HI>Knowledge.</HI> But &s;hould it be granted that one or two Fables are a little too old and angry, yet &s;ince there is &s;ome Foundation for &s;uch &s;ort of Mutterings and Complaints from whence can our Rulers learn the&s;e Truths more inoffencively, than from &s;uch little Stories? They will not, perhaps, at|tend &s;o ea&s;ily to wi&s;e and good Men as they will to Foxes and A&s;&s;es; and wi&s;e and good Men will not, it may be, dare to tell tho&s;e Truths the&s;e Bea&s;ts deli|ver, which yet our Governours &s;hould know.</P>
<P>I will not altogether excu&s;e the Exaggeration of Matters in the Twelfth Fable; for tho' our Bargain be dear enough; yet I can't tell what we &s;hould have done without it; and Things, I hope will mend upon our hands, in good time.</P>
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<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>AESOP AT TUNBRIDGE.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. <HI>Fair Warning.</HI></HEAD>
<L>IN <HI>Ae&s;op</HI>'s new-made World of Wit,</L>
<L>Where Bea&s;ts could talk, and read, and writ</L>
<L>And &s;ay and do as he &s;aw fit:</L>
<L>A certain Fellow thought him&s;elf abus'd,</L>
<L>And repre&s;ented by an <HI>A&s;s;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Ae&s;op</HI> to the Judge accus'd</L>
<L>That he defamed was.</L>
<L>Friend, quoth the Judge, how do you know</L>
<L>Whether you are defam'd or no?</L>
<L>How can you prove that he mu&s;t mean</L>
<L>You, rather than another Man?</L>
<L>Sir, quoth the Man, it needs mu&s;t be,</L>
<L>All Circum&s;tances &s;o agree,</L>
<L>And all the Neighbours &s;ay 'tis Me.</L>
<L>That's &s;omewhat, quoth the Judge, indeed,</L>
<L>But let this Matter pa&s;s;</L>
<L>Since 'twas not <HI>Ae&s;op,</HI> 'tis agreed,</L>
<L>But <HI>Application</HI> made the <HI>A&s;s.</HI></L>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="2" REF="4">
<HEAD>FAB. II. The <HI>Cock</HI> and <HI>Pearl.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Dunghil <HI>Cock</HI> was raking in the Ground,</L>
<L>And flirted up a <HI>Pearl;</HI></L>
<L>I would, quoth he, thou had&s;t been found</L>
<L>By &s;ome great <HI>Lord</HI> or <HI>Earl.</HI></L>
<L>My &s;elf a &s;ingle Barly-corn</L>
<L>Would, &s;urely, rather find:</L>
<L>We Creatures that are dull, Earth-born,</L>
<L>Things only <HI>u&s;eful</HI> mind.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they who are divinely Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>And do from <HI>Jove</HI> proceed,</L>
<L>Thy lovely orient <HI>Lu&s;tre</HI> prize.</L>
<L>And for thy <HI>Beauty</HI> trade.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. Of the <HI>Hor&s;e</HI> and <HI>A&s;s.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Hor&s;e</HI> and <HI>A&s;s</HI> were journying on their way;</L>
<L>The <HI>Hor&s;e</HI> was only harne&s;s'd, light, and gay;</L>
<L>The <HI>A&s;s</HI> was heavy loaden, and lagg'd behind,</L>
<L>And thus, at length, be&s;pake his Friend.</L>
<L>Companion, take &s;ome pity on my State,</L>
<L>And ca&s;e me but of half my Weight.</L>
<L>Half will to you no burthen be,</L>
<L>And yet a mighty help to me.</L>
<L>The <HI>Hor&s;e</HI> laugh'd loud, and &s;hook his Head,</L>
<L>And wantonly curvetting &s;aid;</L>
<L><HI>Seignior,</HI> we Hor&s;es never chu&s;e</L>
<L>The Burthens that we can refu&s;e;</L>
<L>And &s;hould &s;uch Je&s;t upon me pa&s;s,</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;hould be but an <HI>A&s;s.</HI></L>
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<L>The <HI>A&s;s</HI> quite &s;pent, and vext to be deny'd,</L>
<L>Sunk down beneath his Weight, and dy'd.</L>
<L>The Ma&s;ter coming up, took off the Sack,</L>
<L>And threw it on the <HI>Hor&s;e</HI>'s Back:</L>
<L>And having flaid his <HI>A&s;s,</HI> he threw</L>
<L>The filthy Hide upon him too.</L>
<L>At which the <HI>Hor&s;e,</HI> thus &s;adly humbled, cry'd.</L>
<L>(Letting &s;ome Tears for Grief and Anger fall)</L>
<L>Whether 'twere Cruelty, or Pride,</L>
<L>That I &s;o fair Reque&s;t deny'd.</L>
<L>I am ju&s;tly &s;erv'd, and made to carry <HI>all.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>The</HI> A&s;&s;es <HI>of the</HI> South <HI>and</HI> Ea&s;t</L>
<L><HI>De&s;ire the</HI> Hor&s;es <HI>of the</HI> North <HI>and</HI> We&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>That, as to</HI> Parliament <HI>they Trot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Fable may not be forgot.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. Of the <HI>Iudgment</HI> of the <HI>Ape.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A <HI>Wolf</HI> complain'd that he had lo&s;t a <HI>Lamb,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;trait impleads a <HI>Fox</HI> of no good Fame,</L>
<L>(Who had a <HI>Lamb</HI>) that he had &s;toln the &s;ame;</L>
<L>An <HI>Ape</HI> was to decide the Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Having &s;ome knowledg in the Laws.</L>
<L>No Councel was by either fee'd,</L>
<L>Each would his Cau&s;e, in Per&s;on, plead;</L>
<L>And &s;o they did, with mighty heat;</L>
<L>The Judge him&s;elf did almo&s;t &s;weat,</L>
<L>To hear the force of their Debate.</L>
<L>How they accu&s;e, and how defend,</L>
<L>How they reply'd, joyn'd and rejoyn'd.</L>
<L>At length in pity to the Court,</L>
<L>The Judge was fain to cut them &s;hort;</L>
<L>And thus determin'd &mdash; Sirs, in troth,</L>
<L>The <HI>Labm</HI> belongs to neither of you both.</L>
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<L>You, Mr. <HI>Wolf,</HI> have, doubtle&s;s, lo&s;t no <HI>Lamb;</HI></L>
<L>And, <HI>Renard,</HI> you as &s;urely &s;tole that &s;ame;</L>
<L>But not from him, if Ju&s;tice might prevail,</L>
<L>You &s;hould be both condem'd to Fine and Jail.</L>
<L><HI>So two great</HI> Lords <HI>for an E&s;tate may fight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which does to neither appertain, by Right.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. V. Of the <HI>Hor&s;e</HI> and <HI>Man.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Fierce wild <HI>Boar,</HI> of mon&s;trous &s;ize and force,</L>
<L>Did once, in early days, affront a <HI>Hor&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Who meditating Vengeance, found his Will</L>
<L>To hurt, much greater than his Power and Skill;</L>
<L>And therefore, chaf'd and re&s;olute, he ran</L>
<L>To the next Hou&s;e, and thus apply'd to <HI>Man.</HI></L>
<L>I come, Superiour Power, whom <HI>Jove</HI> hath made</L>
<L>His Sub&s;titute on Earth, to &s;eek thy Aid,</L>
<L>Again&s;t a &s;ordid Brute, who injures me,</L>
<L>And likewi&s;e &s;peaks contemptibly of Thee.</L>
<L><HI>Jove,</HI> whom thou nam'&s;t (&s;aid <HI>Man</HI>) was to thee kind,</L>
<L>And &s;ent thee where thou &s;halt A&s;&s;i&s;tance find.</L>
<L>But this injurious <HI>Boar</HI> will never meet</L>
<L>Our Arms upon the Plain, but tru&s;ts his Feet.</L>
<L>But &s;hall his Feet then his Protection be,</L>
<L>Since Swiftne&s;s is the Gift of <HI>Jove</HI> to thee?</L>
<L>(Mark it, my Friend, this In&s;olence</L>
<L>Deprives us or our common Sen&s;e.)</L>
<L>This doubtle&s;s he forgot; &s;o will no we.</L>
<L>You, for Convenience, will a while &s;ubmit</L>
<L>To be directed with a Bridle and Bit;</L>
<L>And take me on your Back, till we &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>This your outrageous Enemy.</L>
<L>Up, &s;aid the Hor&s;e then, let us never re&s;t,</L>
<L>Till we have found this cur&s;ed Bea&s;t.</L>
<L>Away then to the Woods they flew,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="5">
<L>The Hor&s;e his Haunts and Coverts knew,</L>
<L>And there his Foe, the dextrous Warriour &s;lew.</L>
<L>This done, they jocund homewards make,</L>
<L>And thus the Hor&s;e the Man be&s;pake.</L>
<L>Now, Sir, accept my Thanks for what is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>I to my wonted Fields, and Friends mu&s;t: ha&s;te.</L>
<L>Hold, quoth the Man, we part non quite &s;o &s;oon:</L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> Bu&s;ine&s;s is, but <HI>Mine</HI> is not yet done.</L>
<L>Some Service there remains, due to the Aid.</L>
<L>I lent you, which mu&s;t be repaid.</L>
<L>This &s;aid, he light, and ty'd him to a Rack;</L>
<L>Where the poor Creature, thus with Sorrow &s;pake.</L>
<L>Slight was the Injury of the Boar,</L>
<L>And might, perhaps, have been no more:</L>
<L>But now I'm utterly undone,</L>
<L>My Ea&s;e and Liberty are gone.</L>
<L><HI>Sweet is Revenge, ju&s;t in the Ta&s;te,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;urely Bitterne&s;s at la&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let other Creatures warning take,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What Bargains they in Pa&s;&s;ion make.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let Nations al&s;o take good care,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That they with many Hard&s;hips bear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rather than &s;eek Redre&s;s abroad;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which is but adding to their Load.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. The <HI>Bargain.</HI></HEAD>
<L>TWO <HI>Welchmen</HI> Partners in a <HI>Cow</HI></L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd to &s;ell her dear;</L>
<L>And laid their Heads together, how</L>
<L>To do't at <HI>Ludlow Fair.</HI></L>
<L>It was a &s;ultry Summers Day,</L>
<L>When out they drove the Bea&s;t;</L>
<L>And having got about half way,</L>
<L>They &s;at them down to re&s;t.</L>
<PB N="6" REF="6">
<L>The Cow, a Creature of no Breeding,</L>
<L>(The place with Gra&s;s being &s;tor'd)</L>
<L>Fed by; and whil&s;t &s;he was a feeding.</L>
<L>Let fall a mighty T&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Roger,</HI> quoth <HI>Hugh,</HI> I tell thee what,</L>
<L>Two Words and I have done;</L>
<L>If thou wilt fairly Eat up <HI>that,</HI></L>
<L>The Cow is all thy own.</L>
<L>'Tis done, quoth <HI>Roger,</HI> 'tis agreed,</L>
<L>And to't he went a pace;</L>
<L>He &s;eem'd &s;o eager &s;et, 'tis &s;aid,</L>
<L>That he forgot his Grace.</L>
<L>He labour'd with his wooden Spoon,</L>
<L>And up he &s;topt the &s;tuff;</L>
<L>Till, by the time that half was done,</L>
<L>He felt he had enough.</L>
<L>He felt; but &s;corning to go back.</L>
<L>Would look as if he wanted more;</L>
<L>And &s;eem'd to make a fre&s;h Attack,</L>
<L>With as much Vigor as before,</L>
<L>But &s;topping &s;hort a while, he cry'd,</L>
<L>How fares it, Neighbour <HI>Hugh?</HI></L>
<L>I hope, by this, you're &s;atisfied,</L>
<L>Who's Ma&s;ter of the Cow.</L>
<L>Ay, ay, quoth <HI>Hugh</HI> (the Devil choak thee.</L>
<L>For nothing el&s;e can do't,)</L>
<L>I'm &s;atisfied that thou ha&s;t broke me,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s thou wilt give out.</L>
<L>Give out? quoth <HI>Roger,</HI> that were fine;</L>
<L>Why, what have I been doing?</L>
<L>But yet I tell thee, Friend of mine,</L>
<L>I &s;hall not &s;eek thy Ruin.</L>
<L>My Heart now turns again&s;t &s;uch Gains;</L>
<L>I know th' art piteous Poor.</L>
<L>Eat thou the half that &s;till remains,</L>
<L>And 'tis as 'twas before.</L>
<L>God's Ble&s;&s;ing on thy Heart, quoth <HI>Hugh?</HI></L>
<L>That Proffer none can gain&s;ay;</L>
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<L>With that, he readily fell to,</L>
<L>And Eat his &s;hare o'th' <HI>Tan&s;ie.</HI></L>
<L>Well now, quoth <HI>Hodge,</HI> w'are ev'n, no doubt,</L>
<L>And neither &s;ide much Winner.</L>
<L>So had we been, quoth <HI>Hugh,</HI> without</L>
<L>This damn'd confounded Dinner.</L>
<L><HI>Let this, both to our</HI> Wars <HI>and</HI> Peace</L>
<L><HI>Be hone&s;tly apply'd;</HI></L>
<L>France <HI>and th'</HI> Allies <HI>have done no le&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That what the&s;e</HI> Welch-men <HI>did.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. The <HI>Frogs Concern.</HI></HEAD>
<L>TWO fierce young Bulls within th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mar&s;hes &s;trove,</L>
<L>For the Reward of Empire and of Love;</L>
<L>Which &s;hould the faire&s;t Heifer gain,</L>
<L>And wich &s;hould govern all the Plain.</L>
<L>This, when a Frog hard by perceiv'd,</L>
<L>He &s;igh'd, and &s;ob'd, and &s;orely griev'd.</L>
<L>He hung his Head, and made great moan,</L>
<L>As though he had lo&s;t his Wife or Son.</L>
<L>At which a neighbour Frog admir'd,</L>
<L>And kindly of the Cau&s;e enquir'd;</L>
<L>Which when he knew, he &s;aid in ha&s;te,</L>
<L>And <HI>Go&s;&s;ip,</HI> is this all at la&s;t?</L>
<L>If this and that great Loggerheaded Bull</L>
<L>Will try the Thickne&s;s of each others Scull.</L>
<L>E'en let them do, as fit they &s;ee:</L>
<L>But what is that to You and Me?</L>
<L>If that, replied the other, were all indeed,</L>
<L>We &s;hould about this Matter be agreed,</L>
<L>I &s;hould not care a &s;ingle Groat,</L>
<L>To &s;ee them tare each others Throat;</L>
<L>But, Friend, the Creatures of &s;uch Might,</L>
<L>Can nevet meet in Field to Fight,</L>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<L>But in the Fury of their full Carreer,</L>
<L>Both you and I endanger'd are;</L>
<L>And all our kindred Tribes below,</L>
<L>In hazard of their Lives mu&s;t go.</L>
<L>When <HI>Bulls</HI> ru&s;h on, or when retreat for Breath,</L>
<L>They'll tread a hundred of us <HI>little Folks</HI> to death.</L>
<L><HI>If</HI> Kings <HI>would fight them&s;elves alone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their</HI> People <HI>&s;till &s;ecure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>No mortal Man would part 'em &s;ure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But let them e'en fight on.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But when the Suhjects Blood is &s;pilt,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And their E&s;tates are drain'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ju&s;tifie a Princes Guilt,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or have his Vanity maintan'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>When they mu&s;t pay for all at la&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Lust, Ambition, or Revenge lay wa&s;te;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The poore&s;t Man alive may fear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And pray again&s;t the Mi&s;eries of War.</HI></L>
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<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VIII. Of a <HI>Man</HI> and his <HI>A&s;s.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Wretched <HI>Churl</HI> was traveling with his <HI>A&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Beneath two Panniers Load oppre&s;t;</L>
<L>And hearing Noi&s;e behind, cry'd to the Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>Fly, my Friend <HI>Roger,</HI> fly apace;</L>
<L>El&s;e I'm undone, and all my Market's naught;</L>
<L>And thou thy &s;elf will by the Rogues be caught.</L>
<L>Caught? quoth the Bea&s;t, what if I be?</L>
<L>What will it &s;ignify to me?</L>
<L>My Panniers are &s;o full, they'll hold no more;</L>
<L>I carry <HI>Two</HI> and cannot carry <HI>Four.</HI></L>
<L>'Twixt Rogues and You, I can no difference make,</L>
<L>They are all Rogues to me, who break my Back.</L>
<L><HI>Fly, fly from</HI> France, <HI>our State&s;men cry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Slavery's cur&s;ed Yoke;</HI></L>
<PB N="9" REF="7">
<L><HI>Whil&s;t with out Ancient Liberty,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our very Backs are broke.</HI></L>
<L>France <HI>is a Thief; but</HI> France <HI>can do no more,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than keep the Panniers on me had before.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IX. Of a <HI>Wolf.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A <HI>Wolf</HI> retiring from <HI>Whitehall,</HI></L>
<L>Where he had State&s;man been,</L>
<L>Built for him&s;elf a Box &s;o &s;mall,</L>
<L>That few could be receiv'd within.</L>
<L>The Country all admir'd at this,</L>
<L>And could not at the Rea&s;on gue&s;s,</L>
<L>Why one &s;o Wealthy and &s;o Great,</L>
<L>Should cage him&s;elf at &s;uch a rate.</L>
<L>Till at the la&s;t a <HI>Fox</HI> came by,</L>
<L>A Courtier al&s;o, &s;leek and &s;ly.</L>
<L>And thus in earne&s;t and in je&s;t,</L>
<L>His Rea&s;on gave among&s;t the re&s;t.</L>
<L>Perhaps my Lord Commi&s;&s;ioner intends.</L>
<L>Here to receive only <HI>his hone&s;t Friends.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB X. The <HI>Plaintiff</HI> and <HI>Defendant.</HI></HEAD>
<L>TWO Travellers an Oy&s;ter found,</L>
<L>Dropt from &s;ome Pannier down;</L>
<L>Each &s;toopt, and took it from the Ground,</L>
<L>And claim'd it as his own.</L>
<L>Since both can't have it all, &s;aid one,</L>
<L>E'en let it parted be.</L>
<L>No, &s;ays the other, all or none,</L>
<L>But all belongs to me.</L>
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<L>One Serjeant <HI>Law,</HI> by chance came by,</L>
<L>And he mu&s;t end the Strife:</L>
<L>Which thing he did immediatly,</L>
<L>With his deciding Knife.</L>
<L>He took the Fi&s;h, arid cut it up;</L>
<L>(This Cau&s;e he opened well)</L>
<L>And fairly did the Oy&s;ter &s;up.</L>
<L>And gave to each a Shell.</L>
<L>And if hereafter Cau&s;es ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Where People can't agree,</L>
<L>I know, quoth he, you'll be &s;o wi&s;e</L>
<L>To refer them &s;till to me.</L>
<L>My Name is <HI>Law,</HI> my Chambers are</L>
<L>At &s;ome of <HI>the Inns of Court,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Serjeant's,</HI> or <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>Where all for Help re&s;ort.</L>
<L>Sir, quo, the Men, tru&s;t us for that,</L>
<L>We &s;hall not fail to tell,</L>
<L>'Twas <HI>Law</HI> that did the <HI>Oy&s;ter</HI> ear,</L>
<L>And left to Us the <HI>Shell.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="11" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XI. Of the <HI>Pigeons.</HI></HEAD>
<L>THE <HI>Hawks</HI> were once at mortal Jars,</L>
<L>Which came at length to Civil Wars.</L>
<L>The <HI>Pigeons</HI> they &s;tood looking on,</L>
<L>And, full of Pity, made great moan;</L>
<L>To &s;ee how bloodily they fought,</L>
<L>And each the others Ruine &s;ought.</L>
<L>And never would the&s;e Creatures cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Till they had mediated a Peace.</L>
<L>The <HI>Hawks</HI> did ea&s;ily con&s;ent,</L>
<L>So Peace was made, and home they went,</L>
<L>Where when they came and wanted Prey,</L>
<L>And how to pa&s;s their time away;</L>
<PB N="11" REF="8">
<L>They fairly made one general Swoop.</L>
<L>And eat their Mediator up.</L>
<L>Two lucky <HI>Pigeons</HI> were not there,</L>
<L>And &s;o escap'd the Ma&s;&s;acre.</L>
<L>Of which the One to th' Other &s;aid,</L>
<L>How came our Kindred all &s;o mad?</L>
<L>Parting of <HI>Hawks! Hawks</HI> ever &s;hould</L>
<L>Be gorg'd with one anothers Blood.</L>
<L>The Wicked have a natural Rage,</L>
<L>(A thir&s;t of Violence to a&s;&s;wage.)</L>
<L>Which if not on the <HI>Wicked</HI> &s;pent,</L>
<L>Will fall upon the <HI>Innocent.</HI></L>
<L><HI>So the poor</HI> Hugonots <HI>of</HI> France.</L>
<L><HI>And</HI> Vaudois <HI>full as poor.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pray'd loudly, in their Innocence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That God would</HI> Peace <HI>re&s;tore.</HI></L>
<L>Peace <HI>was re&s;tor'd; but</HI> Peace <HI>to them</HI></L>
<L><HI>No Safety did re&s;tore</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their</HI> Hawks <HI>employ'd their Power and Time</HI></L>
<L><HI>Much wor&s;e than e'er before.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And thou,</HI> O Church of England Dove,</L>
<L><HI>Doat not upon thy Peace;</HI></L>
<L><HI>That may, than War, more fatal prove,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Both to thy Wealth and Ea&s;e.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="12" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XII. The <HI>Farmer</HI> and the <HI>Hare.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Hare</HI> did once into a Garden get</L>
<L>Belonging to a Farm;</L>
<L>Where &s;he began to throw up Earth, and eat,</L>
<L>And do &s;ome little Harm.</L>
<L>The <HI>Farmer</HI> cours'd her round and round,</L>
<L>But got her not away;</L>
<L><HI>Pu&s;s</HI> took a liking to the Ground,</L>
<L>And there re&s;olv'd to &s;tay.</L>
<PB N="12" REF="9">
<L>Well, quoth the Fellow, in a Fret,</L>
<L>Since you are grown &s;o bold,</L>
<L>I &s;hall &s;ome more A&s;&s;i&s;tance get,</L>
<L>And drive you from your Hold.</L>
<L>And &s;trait he &s;ends to a young <HI>Squire,</HI></L>
<L>That he, by break of Day,</L>
<L>Would with his Pack of Hounds, repair</L>
<L>And &s;port him&s;eif that way.</L>
<L>The Squire, as ask'd, attended came,</L>
<L>With Folks, and Hor&s;e, and Hounds,</L>
<L>And in pur&s;uance of the Game,</L>
<L>Rode over all the Grounds.</L>
<L>They leapt the Ditches, broke the Hedges down,</L>
<L>And made mo&s;t fearful Wa&s;t;</L>
<L>They trampl'd all the Garden round,</L>
<L>And kill'd poor <HI>Pu&s;s</HI> at la&s;t.</L>
<L>At this the <HI>Farmer</HI> tore his Hair,</L>
<L>And &s;wore mo&s;t bloodily,</L>
<L>Zounds! What confounded work is here?</L>
<L>And what a Fool am I?</L>
<L>Not fifty <HI>Hares,</HI> in fifty Days,</L>
<L>Had &s;o much Mi&s;chief done,</L>
<L>As this good <HI>Squire</HI> (whom I mu&s;t prai&s;e</L>
<L>And thank) hath wrought in <HI>One.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>If our Deliverance from the Frights</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of &s;tanding Army near,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;illy &s;uper&s;titious Rites,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Worth</HI> Forty Millions <HI>were;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then have we wi&s;ely broke our Mounds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That our Defences were,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;ely call'd in our Neighbours Hounds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And kill'd the de&s;perate</HI> Hare.</L>
<L><HI>But if, with all this va&s;t Expence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be&s;ides a Sea of Blood</HI></L>
<L><HI>Spilt in the Church and States Defence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Matters &s;tand much as they &s;tood.</HI></L>
<PB N="13" REF="9">
<L><HI>Then have we done a World of ill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With endle&s;s Co&s;t and Pains,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A little hurtful Hare to kill;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And well de&s;erve the</HI> Brains.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="13" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XIII. <HI>Paetry</HI> its <HI>Cure.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Youth of pregnant Parts and Wit,</L>
<L>And thir&s;ty after Fame,</L>
<L>Was mu&s;ing long which way to get</L>
<L>An everla&s;ting Name.</L>
<L>And having heard of <HI>Poetry,</HI></L>
<L>And its Immortal Prai&s;e;</L>
<L>He thought the way to <HI>Fame</HI> mu&s;t lye</L>
<L>By courting of the <HI>Bayes.</HI></L>
<L>He heard how many a noble Town</L>
<L>Laid Claim to <HI>Homer's</HI> Birth,</L>
<L>To purcha&s;e from it a Renown,</L>
<L>Above the re&s;t of th' Earth.</L>
<L>This kindl'd in his generous Mind</L>
<L>A &s;trong and noble Fire:</L>
<L>He &s;eem'd for nothing el&s;e de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Could nothing el&s;e de&s;ire.</L>
<L>The <HI>Father</HI> finding this intent</L>
<L>Ill with his &s;tate agreed,</L>
<L>That, living, wanted <HI>Six per Cent.</HI></L>
<L>Much more than <HI>Fame</HI> when dead:</L>
<L>Re&s;olvd to try to cure his Mind,</L>
<L>And change his vain De&s;igns,</L>
<L>And could no fitter Method find,</L>
<L>Than &s;ending him the&s;e Lines:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Seven wealthy Towns contend for</HI> HOMER Dead,</L>
<L><HI>Through which the</HI> Living HOMER <HI>begg'd his Bread.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
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<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="10">
<PB REF="10">
<P>AESOP AT BATHE.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="11">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<P>AND why not <HI>Bathe</HI> as good as Tunbridge? and <HI>Ep&s;om</HI> as either of both? I know the Virtues of none of our Mineral Wa|ters, yet find that none of 'em all are &s;ufficient to purge the Heads of the <HI>Jacobites:</HI> Perhaps you'll &s;ay, that's no fault of the Water, but of the Head, having no <HI>Brains</HI> to work upon. If this be the ca&s;e, I can't help it; could I furni&s;h Brains, I &s;hould e're now have made a better provi&s;ion for my &s;elf. And for the <HI>Jacobites</HI> want of Brains, that's an advantage to the <HI>Commonwealth,</HI> con&s;idering the ill u&s;e they would put 'em to; furni&s;hed with that Commodity, they would become as mi&s;chievous as a Monkey in a Gla&s;s Shop, or a Madman with a Sword in his Hand. Were their wit an&s;wer|able to their malice, what an abominable &s;pot of Work would they make? We &s;hould have a fine Kettle of Fi&s;h on't I'll warrant you. 'Tis a won|derful comfort, good Reader, that <HI>cur&s;t Cows have &s;hort Horns,</HI> otherwi&s;e the Government would be mo&s;t damnably gor'd. But really a <HI>Ja|cobite</HI> is a mo&s;t inoffen&s;ive Creature, as harm|le&s;s as a little. Devil of Two years Old, he'll do you no more hurt than he can; and if he does you any good, he'll be extreamly &s;orry for't. He's very well read in the noble Hi&s;tories, <HI>Pari&s;mus, Reynard</HI> the <HI>Fox,</HI> and <HI>Tom Thumb;</HI> and this qualification introduces him inio the wor&s;hipful Club at <HI>Ep&s;om</HI>
<PB REF="12"> or <HI>Tunbridge,</HI> where they make Plots, and &s;uch pretty Plots too as were never known, hanging be|ing the end of &s;ome, and nothing the end of of others; but their la&s;t Plot was the fine&s;t thing, a very high Kick, Mr. Reader, a Fable Plot, where Birds and Bea&s;ts &s;peak as much Sen&s;e as any <HI>Jacobite</HI> of 'em all; and the end of this Plot was Morals. The <HI>Jacobites</HI> never yet had any Morals in the beginning, middle, nor end of their Lives; and this hap'ning now is very extraordinary; I am afraid they are going to wind up their Bottom, and are in the &s;ame condition the Devil was in when he turn'd Monk. So much for their <HI>Fables;</HI> now, Reader go on, and thou'lt find that I write <HI>Fables</HI> too, only with this difference, mine are for the Govern|ment theirs again&s;t it; theirs writ by a Club, mine by my &s;elf: they have bad ever &s;ince <HI>Perkins</HI> and <HI>Friend</HI> were hang'd to write theirs, I only one Day. Now whether thou like&s;t my <HI>Fables</HI> or no I can't tell, nor do I care; <HI>Fables</HI> I will write for all thee, or any body el&s;e, and &s;o farewel.</P>
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<PB N="1" REF="12">
<HEAD>AESOP AT BATHE.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. <HI>Fair Warning.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Certain Poet in Lampoon</L>
<L>Abus'd the Fop, the Beau, Buffoon,</L>
<L>All &s;orts of great and little Knaves,</L>
<L>Would make Kings Bea&s;ts, and People Slaves.</L>
<L>The Court condemn'd his Lines to Fire,</L>
<L>And with the Offspring would the Sire.</L>
<L>The Poet is in Limbo taken,</L>
<L>And hard it is to &s;ave his Bacon.</L>
<L>The Judge doth rail, the Courtiers bawl,</L>
<L>And quite alive is grown <HI>Whitehall.</HI></L>
<L>The Poet to appea&s;e the Storm,</L>
<L>Said he, my Lords, I meant no harm;</L>
<L>Here's no man nam'd, no &s;candal mag',</L>
<L>And all the re&s;t not worth a Rag.</L>
<L>Up &s;tood a Lord, look'd mighty big,</L>
<L>With Sen&s;e &s;carce half &s;o long as Wig:</L>
<PB N="2" REF="13">
<L>And by your leave good Ma&s;ter Poet,</L>
<L>For this wi&s;e Board's re&s;olv'd to know it,</L>
<L>Who 'tis you mean by Fools and Knaves,</L>
<L>And bea&s;tly Kings and abject Slaves?</L>
<L>My Lord, he &s;aid none in his Wits.</L>
<L>But thinks, I mean, each Knave it hits.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB II. The <HI>Fox</HI> and the <HI>Poultry.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AN aged <HI>Fox</HI> that ravag'd Woods and Plains,</L>
<L>Dread <HI>Foe to Cocks</HI> and <HI>Hens,</HI> and Country Swains;</L>
<L>The mo&s;t Tyrannick <HI>Reynard</HI> e're was known,</L>
<L>Since Bea&s;ts bore rule, and hector'd on a Throne.</L>
<L>He neither young nor old, when hungry &s;par'd;</L>
<L>Alike the Lambkins and the Hen-roo&s;t far'd.</L>
<L>But Age retards at la&s;t his ha&s;ty flight,</L>
<L>He plunders not &s;o much by day, non ravages by night;</L>
<L>Grown weak and Feeble, Wit mu&s;t now &s;upply</L>
<L>His want of Strength &mdash;</L>
<L>No kind good-natur'd <HI>Fox</HI> will bring him Food,</L>
<L>He mu&s;t &s;hare the Fortune of the Wood.</L>
<L>One day, as hungry <HI>Reynard</HI> &s;at alone,</L>
<L>His empty Guts and Fortune did bemoan;</L>
<L>Said he, I'll try what aged Craft can do.</L>
<L>New Methods find, a new Device pur&s;ue:</L>
<L>Hard by a Tarbox lay, &s;ome carele&s;s Swain</L>
<L>Had left when he kept Sheep upon the Plain.</L>
<L>Projecting <HI>Reynard</HI> with a diligent care</L>
<L>Bedawbs his Belly, Sides and Back with Tat</L>
<L>Then to a Ditch he goes, where t'other day</L>
<L>He did a <HI>Hen</HI> and all her <HI>Chickens</HI> &s;lay;</L>
<L>Their Feathers &s;till lay &s;catter'd on the Ground,</L>
<L>In which the <HI>Fox</HI> did wallow, tumble round.</L>
<L>The Feathers &s;ticking &s;till as he did rowl,</L>
<L>Made him re&s;emble much a larger Fowl.</L>
<PB N="3" REF="13">
<L>And thus transform'd into a new di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Unto a neighbouring <HI>Henroost</HI> &s;trait he hies:</L>
<L>And ju&s;t beneath the <HI>Roost</HI> his &s;tation took,</L>
<L>And looking on the <HI>Perch,</HI> the <HI>Poultry</HI> thus be&s;poke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Kind gentle <HI>Cocks</HI> and <HI>Hens</HI> I am</L>
<L>No more your Foe:</L>
<L>What once I did, is now my &s;hame,</L>
<L>And for the future I the &s;ame</L>
<L>No more will do.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I come not as an Enemy</L>
<L>Your Lives to take,</L>
<L>But would with you'in Friend&s;hip be,</L>
<L>As you may judge if you but &s;ee</L>
<L>The Clothes upon my Back.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come down, then Friends, a la&s;ting Truce</L>
<L>'Twixt you and I;</L>
<L>I'll neither <HI>Cocks</HI> nor <HI>Hens</HI> abu&s;e;</L>
<L>Let us &s;hake hands as Lovers u&s;e,</L>
<L>Be Friends until we die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No, quoth the <HI>Cock,</HI> you will as much devour</L>
<L>As e're you did, were but it in your power:</L>
<L>Your vain pretence of Kindne&s;s we abhor,</L>
<L>And from our <HI>Perch</HI> we will not downward &s;tir:</L>
<L>You've chang'd you Coat, but have not chang'd your Name;</L>
<L>If that were alter'd too, your Nature is the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>In vain do tho&s;e, who heretofore</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Liberties betray'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;nto a wild De&s;petick Pow'r,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And level all our Fences laid:</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>In vain they talk of Property,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or think to be believ'd;</HI></L>
<PB N="4" REF="14">
<L><HI>Their Actions give their Tongue the lie:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who can be thus deceiv'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their vain pretence of publick Good</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is for &s;ini&s;ter Ends;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And who the Dee'l, when under&s;tood'</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wou'd be &s;uch Villains Friends?</HI></L>
<L><HI>They'd feed the Flock, only to &s;teal the Fleece;</HI></L>
<L><HI>When the</HI> Fox <HI>preaches, then beware the</HI> Gee&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. The <HI>Poor Man</HI> and the <HI>Devil.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ALab'ring <HI>Swain</HI> had been at work,</L>
<L>And all his Limbs had tir'd,</L>
<L>By u&s;ing Shovel, and the Fork,</L>
<L>To re&s;t at Night retir'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So &s;weet's the &s;leep of Country <HI>Swains,</HI></L>
<L>Such undi&s;turb'd Repo&s;e</L>
<L>Accompanies their daily pains,</L>
<L>That Peace about them flows.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No di&s;mal Vi&s;ions do affright,</L>
<L>No Dreams do e're approach;</L>
<L>Within the Curtains of the Night</L>
<L>They &s;leep as &s;ound as any Roach,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now the <HI>Swain,</HI> in dead of night.</L>
<L>An airy Phantom &s;aw;</L>
<L>A cloven-footed hideous Spright</L>
<L>Him out of Bed did draw:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And led him to an Orchard fair,</L>
<L>Where pointing to a Tree,</L>
<L>Beneath that Stock, he &s;aid, is there</L>
<L>A Fund of Gold for thee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But how, reply'd the fleepy <HI>Swain,</HI></L>
<L>Shall I this Trea&s;ure find,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="14">
<L>Or know that &s;elf-&s;ame Tree again</L>
<L>No mark being left behind?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then quoth the <HI>Dee'l,</HI> &s;hit near the place,</L>
<L>And thus upon my word,</L>
<L>To morrow when thou view'&s;t the Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>Thou't know it by the T&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus did the <HI>Swain;</HI> when he awoke,</L>
<L>And rais'd his drouzy Head,</L>
<L>He found not as the <HI>Devil</HI> &s;poke,</L>
<L>But found a T &mdash; in Bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Thus &s;leeping</HI> Jacks <HI>do dream and &s;nore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And plea&s;e their fooli&s;h mind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In thinking what they were before,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what henceforth they'l find.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if they would right mea&s;ures take,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And govern'd be by Wit;</HI></L>
<L><HI>When once their Rea&s;on do's awake,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They'l find their Cau&s;e be&s;hit.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. The <HI>Fox</HI> and <HI>Grapes.</HI></HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>A <HI>Fox</HI> e&s;py'd a bunch of <HI>Grapes,</HI></L>
<L>Mo&s;t beauteous in their Nature;</L>
<L>He grinn'd like any Jackanapes,</L>
<L>And all his Teeth did water.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>He &s;triv'd to reach'em, but in vain;</L>
<L>He leapt and &s;prang as high</L>
<L>As any Bea&s;t of <HI>Reynard</HI>'s &s;train,</L>
<L>But could not reach them nigh.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>He &s;aid, 'tis true, they do look fair,</L>
<L>Yet &s;owr are, I Know;</L>
<PB N="6" REF="15">
<L>So let'em hang, ev'n as they are,</L>
<L>I'll march, and let 'em grow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Thus Rebels do by Governments</HI></L>
<L><HI>They cannot undermine;</HI></L>
<L><HI>They let the King, the God alone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho not adore His Shrine.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tis well their hands are made &s;o &s;hort,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That they can reach no higher,</HI></L>
<L><HI>El&s;e we &s;hou'd all be burned for't,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They'd &s;et the World on fire.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. V. The <HI>Fool</HI>'s Concern.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TWO <HI>Fools</HI> were born, and might live free.</L>
<L>And &s;trugled much for Slavery:</L>
<L>One prais'd a Goal 'bove an E&s;tate,</L>
<L>And &s;wore no Windows like a Grate.</L>
<L>One lik'd the Fa&s;hions Frenchmen u&s;e;</L>
<L>But above all of Wooden Shoes:</L>
<L>Envy'd the Mu&s;ick of his Betters,</L>
<L>Th' harmonious noi&s;e of jingling Fetters.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they at one another grumbl'd,</L>
<L>One on a pair of Fetters &s;tumbl'd;</L>
<L>Near which another pair did &s;hine,</L>
<L>Tho not &s;o big, nor half &s;o fine.</L>
<L>The <HI>Fools</HI> begin a new Conte&s;t,</L>
<L>Not which of them &s;hou'd have the be&s;t,</L>
<L>But which the bigge&s;t Chain &s;hou'd wear.</L>
<L>A Country Fellow being near,</L>
<L>Said he, the thing is quickly done,</L>
<L>Join both the Fetters into one,</L>
<L>And let each Man put in a Foot,</L>
<L>The Devil tak't if this don't do't.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="7" REF="15">
<L><HI>If</HI> England <HI>&s;till is in extremes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And will not yet be &s;av'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Call in the French, and late King</HI> James,</L>
<L><HI>And your compleat en&s;lav'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. The <HI>Farmer</HI> and the <HI>Badger.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Badger</HI> once did ravage all the Fields</L>
<L>Belonging to a Farm;</L>
<L>Dug up the Earth, and &s;poil'd all that it yields,</L>
<L>And did a wond'rous harm.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Farmer</HI> halloo'd on his Dog,</L>
<L>Thinking thereby to quell her;</L>
<L>But being bred to hunt the Hog,</L>
<L>He knew not how to kill her.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Farmer</HI> &s;ends for a young Squire</L>
<L>To come with all his Hounds;</L>
<L>His and their Aid he does require,</L>
<L>To beat her from her Mounds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Squire came with all his Hounds,</L>
<L>The <HI>Badger</HI> did pur&s;ue;</L>
<L>He ravag'd all the <HI>Farmer</HI>'s Grounds,</L>
<L>And kill'd the <HI>Badger</HI> too</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some little mi&s;chief true he did,</L>
<L>In beating down the Corn,</L>
<L>And breaking Hedges as he rid:</L>
<L>So &s;mall a lo&s;s was born.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For, &s;ays the <HI>Farmer,</HI> now my Sheep</L>
<L>May more &s;ecurely graze;</L>
<PB N="8" REF="16">
<L>My Poultry may the Henroo&s;t keep,</L>
<L>I'm better than I was.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>If our deliverance from our Foes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Popi&s;h Tyranny,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ben't worth the Money has been ro&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis pity we are free,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>'Tis certain wi&s;ely we have done,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To keep the Nation &s;afe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In giving part as we have done,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;ave the better half.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. The <HI>Cure</HI> of <HI>Malecontents.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Son unto his Father wrote,</L>
<L>That he would him advi&s;e,</L>
<L>How men might be to rea&s;on brought,</L>
<L>That never were born wi&s;e:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How a tumultuous brood of Fools,</L>
<L>that never are content,</L>
<L>Might once be poli&s;h'd into Tools,</L>
<L>And fit for Government:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How tho&s;e who for many Years</L>
<L>Have long'd for Slavery,</L>
<L>At once might lo&s;e their A&s;&s;es Ears,</L>
<L>And cover to be free.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Father mildly told the Son,</L>
<L>In the Attempt he'd falter:</L>
<L>No <HI>Cure</HI> upon them could be done,</L>
<L>But by a hempen Halter.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="9" REF="16">
<HEAD>FAB. VIII: The <HI>Ravens</HI> and <HI>Crows.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Lu&s;ty Hor&s;e, nor long ago,</L>
<L>Would &s;nuffle, &s;nort and kick,</L>
<L>Curvet and prance, as others do,</L>
<L>Was fallen wondrous &s;ick.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twas far from any Hou&s;e or Town,</L>
<L>No Doctor cou'd be got;</L>
<L>So the poor Bea&s;t mu&s;t die alone,</L>
<L>And without burial rot.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He re&s;tle&s;s lay upon the Ground,</L>
<L>And turn'd from &s;ide to &s;ide:</L>
<L>His Groans the neighboring Woods re&s;ound,</L>
<L>Where Birds of prey re&s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No &s;ooner did they hear the noi&s;e,</L>
<L>But from the Woods they flew,</L>
<L>Whole Troops of <HI>Ravens,</HI> and the <HI>Crows,</HI></L>
<L>And round the Hor&s;e they drew.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length a <HI>Raven</HI> of renown,</L>
<L>Strutting like Prince of <HI>Conde;</HI></L>
<L>As black as any Par&s;on's Gown</L>
<L>He wears upon a Sunday:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gets on a Mole-hill, look'd around,</L>
<L>And thus be&s;poke the <HI>Crows;</HI></L>
<L>We're antient Friends, and without ground</L>
<L>We will not now be Foes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You know, by Contract, we're to have</L>
<L>The Carrion of this Place;</L>
<L>And you the other &s;ide did crave,</L>
<L>Such our Agreement was,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="10" REF="17">
<L>No, quoth the <HI>Crows,</HI> this very place,</L>
<L>To us is free as Air;</L>
<L>And how dare you with &s;uch a face,</L>
<L>Oppo&s;e &s;uch numbers here?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ay, quoth the <HI>Raven,</HI> then we'll try</L>
<L>To whom it doth belong;</L>
<L>But fir&s;t let the poor Creature die,</L>
<L>Then &s;ee who's right or wrong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Both &s;ides re&s;olv'd to fight &s;o out,</L>
<L>Each do's advantage take;</L>
<L>They march, and march and march about,</L>
<L>And each one whets his Beak.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They view the Ground, and mark the Came</L>
<L>And the Approaches form;</L>
<L>Contrive the ea&s;ie&s;t methods from;</L>
<L>They may the carca&s;e &s;torm.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mean time the Hor&s;e lies dangerouS ill,</L>
<L>Yet &s;hites, and farts, and groans;</L>
<L>Good &s;igns, they &s;ay, in Phy&s;icK skill,</L>
<L>And &s;tretching of the Bones.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Hor&s;e (tho helple&s;s) by degrees,</L>
<L>Began to gather &s;trength;</L>
<L>At fir&s;t he ri&s;es on his Knees,</L>
<L>And on his Legs at length.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Birds of prey were all &s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>And all away they flew;</L>
<L>The Battel's thus on both &s;ides lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And all the Carrion too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Thus &s;ome, whom neither Peace nor Ware</HI></L>
<L><HI>Can &s;atisfy, &s;till hope for Jars;</HI></L>
<PB N="11" REF="17">
<L><HI>That by great Princes falling out,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They may their Bu&s;ine&s;s bring about.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>And Wonders mu&s;t be done and &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When once the King of</HI> Spain <HI>is dead;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But he, like Hor&s;e, prevents the fight,</HI></L>
<L>And is re&s;olv'd to live in &s;pite.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. The <HI>Par&s;on</HI> and <HI>Whig.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Jolly <HI>Whit</HI> upon the Road,</L>
<L>As People &s;ay, met Man of God;</L>
<L>A Fir&s;t-rate Clergyman was he.</L>
<L>And of <HI>Bell-&s;wagger</HI>'s Family:</L>
<L>Ar School the la&s;h did oft-endure,</L>
<L>And was dragg'd uo by Dr. <HI>Cluer.</HI></L>
<L>So bravely mounted was the Par&s;on,</L>
<L>That better Steed no Man laid Ar&s;e on:</L>
<L>Stopping the <HI>Whig,</HI> he bid him &s;tand,</L>
<L>And give the <HI>Church</HI> the better hand:</L>
<L>Thou look'&s;t like &s;ome di&s;&s;enting Prig.</L>
<L>Good morrow, <HI>Par&s;on,</HI> quoth the <HI>Whig.</HI></L>
<L>Pray, why that, Sir, upon my Coat?</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Whig,</HI> I value not a Groat</L>
<L>Thy Coat, nor Church, nor Common-pray'r</L>
<L>Nor all A&s;h-wedne&s;day Cur&s;es there:</L>
<L>Yet to the Church I can be civil;</L>
<L>But &s;top't by Prie&s;t, it is the Devil.</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Par&s;on,</HI> if thoul't hold a Parley,</L>
<L>At yonder Town's good Juice of Barley</L>
<L>Thy looks, I'm &s;ure, will never fail.</L>
<L>For by thy No&s;e thou lov'&s;t good Ale;</L>
<L>And there in a reformed Cup,</L>
<L>This Difference we will make up.</L>
<L>With all my heart, &s;aid <HI>Whig,</HI> I'll do't;</L>
<L>And &s;o away they both did trot.</L>
<PB N="12" REF="18">
<L>As <HI>Par&s;on</HI> near the Road did look,</L>
<L>He found a Common-prayer Book.</L>
<L>Half cry'd the <HI>Whig;</HI> no, &s;aid the <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>This do's belong to me at lea&s;t:</L>
<L>Half, had been thine, had it been <HI>Rivo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>But this is mine, <HI>Jure Divino.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Whig</HI> in&s;i&s;ted on his half:</L>
<L>The Book was good, and bound in Calf,</L>
<L>Wou'd Mony fetch; rather than fail,</L>
<L>He'd have it melted down in Ale,</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> that is profanely &s;poke;</L>
<L>Nothing's ill &s;aid, that's not ill took:</L>
<L>I know not, Sir, but it may be</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Act of Uniformity,</L>
<L>Which I remember, do's declare,</L>
<L>That we &s;hou'd read, not drink the Pray'r.</L>
<L>This Book was bought, I mu&s;t confe&s;s,</L>
<L>With <HI>Mammon</HI> of Unrigteou&s;ne&s;s.</L>
<L>And if we &s;ell it on this &s;core,</L>
<L>It is but what it was before.</L>
<L>'Twill make us drink, and &s;ing and roar.</L>
<L>No longer now with difference clogg'd,</L>
<L>The <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> and <HI>Whig</HI> together jogg'd:</L>
<L>To Ale-hou&s;e come, they both alight,</L>
<L>And ere they enter'd went to &s;hite;</L>
<L>For Guts o'reloaded &s;ometimes bur&s;t,</L>
<L>The way to fill's to empty fir&s;t;</L>
<L>They pa&s;t the Gla&s;s in Bumpers big,</L>
<L>And <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ere's t'ye <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> and bere's tye <HI>Whigh.</HI></L>
<L>The Ho&s;te&s;s &s;carce could get a &s;up,</L>
<L>So fa&s;t they drank the Liquor up,</L>
<L>She's forc'd to tap another Tub,</L>
<L>The Pa&s;&s;ive Ale did often venture,</L>
<L>At non-re&s;i&s;ting Mouth, did enter;</L>
<L>So quick it pa&s;t about, that all</L>
<L>The ready <HI>Rino</HI>'s drown'd in Ale;</L>
<L>No Juice remain'd within the Gla&s;s,</L>
<L>And eke the Pot full empty was.</L>
<PB N="13" REF="18">
<L>Now good re&s;erve of Prayer-Book,</L>
<L>From underneath the Gown was took:</L>
<L>To work again in Liquor &s;tout,</L>
<L>They Orthodoxly drink about:</L>
<L>At every tiff is gulpt at once</L>
<L>A learned Collect or Re&s;pon&s;e.</L>
<L>Two Gla&s;&s;es in a hand they &s;eize on,</L>
<L>Which go for fir&s;t and &s;econd Le&s;&s;on.</L>
<L>The Ale doth in right Channel go,</L>
<L><HI>Modo Eccle&s;ia&s;tico.</HI></L>
<L>All's fairly done, without a Trick,</L>
<L>No man is here a Schi&s;matick.</L>
<L>The drinking Orders all ob&s;erve;</L>
<L>And not one bit from Canon &s;werve;</L>
<L>And drinking Articles would &s;ign,</L>
<L>Tho they were more than Thirty nine.</L>
<L>Now, &s;aid the Prie&s;t, the Book is gone,</L>
<L>I've a good mind to pawn my Gown.</L>
<L>Ay, do, &s;aid <HI>Whig,</HI> thy Ca&s;&s;ock too,</L>
<L>And Cir&s;ingle; if that won't do,</L>
<L>Rather than leave thee in the lurch.</L>
<L>I'll help thee pawn the very Church,</L>
<L>And &s;ell the Bells, Communion Plate,</L>
<L>There is no Sacrilege in that.</L>
<L>Says Ho&s;te&s;s now the Tub's on &s;toop;</L>
<L>If it will afford another Cup,</L>
<L>It &s;hall be mine, &s;ince you this day</L>
<L>Have taught me how to brew and pray.</L>
<L>Thus two good Friends were forc't to part,</L>
<L>Like Thief from <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> in <HI>Tyburn</HI> Car<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">:</L>
<L>'Twas want of Liquor, not of Will,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e they had been at it &s;till.</L>
<L><HI>How much Religion is abus'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>How little Hone&s;ty is us'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By tho&s;e who do profe&s;s the &s;ame;</HI></L>
<L><HI>How much the Sacred Name</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is every where profan'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How deeply &s;tain'd,</HI></L>
<PB N="14" REF="19">
<L><HI>The</HI> Par&s;on<HI>'s Gown,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Friend to none,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But to him&s;elf alone.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lord I how we heard'em cant, and pray, and whine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And preach up Monarchy of Right Divine.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Why did they &s;o?</HI></L>
<L><HI>It was their Intere&s;t &s;o to do.</HI></L>
<L><HI>When Right divine new Clergy-Men did &s;eek,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Seiz'd on the Church, and made the Tithe-pig &s;queek;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pa&s;&s;ive Obedience now was preacht no more;</HI></L>
<L><HI>In&s;tead of which the Churches Canons roar,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Reach'd with Complaints the Belgick Shoar,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Norther Lion o're the Seas did pa&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;car'd away the Church's A&s;s;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Church, by who&s;e advice he ruin'd was.</HI></L>
<L><HI>They'll make, and govern Kings, but none obey,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But where their Intere&s;t leads the way</HI></L>
<L><HI>Intere&s;t, for which they'd pawn their very God,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Church, their Principles: 'tis very odd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A King &s;hou'd tru&s;t men will be brib'd with Gold,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And not be heedful when another's &s;old.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
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<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="19">
<P>AESOP AT EPSOM.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="20">
<PB REF="20">
<HEAD>To his Excellency <HI>Charles Montague,</HI> E&s;q; one of the Lord's Ju&s;tices for the Admini&s;tration of pub|lick Affaires during the <HI>King's</HI> Ab&s;ence, fir&s;t Lord Commi&s;&s;ion|er of the Trea&s;ury, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and one of His Maje&s;ty's mo&s;t Honourable Privy Council.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THo' a Pre&s;ent of <HI>Fables</HI> to Your Excellency the immitable Author of the <HI>Country-Mou&s;e,</HI> and <HI>City-Mou&s;e,</HI> may at this time &s;eem improper: Yet a Pre&s;ent of <HI>Loyalty</HI> to the &s;ame Go|vernment, which You have been &s;o &s;tudi|ous and &s;ucce&s;sful in the Pre&s;ervation of, can|not but carry its Acceptance with it. That Liberty which Your <HI>Excellency</HI> gave the World &s;o &s;weet a ta&s;te of in Your mo&s;t incom|parable <HI>Fable,</HI> and which afterwards You was &s;o in&s;trumental in continuing to us, is
<PB REF="21"> in part the Subject of <HI>the&s;e.</HI> And as <HI>Ae|&s;op at Tunbridge,</HI> by <HI>feign'd</HI> and <HI>&s;urrepti|tious</HI> Fables, &s;eems to bewail the change of the late Government, &s;o <HI>Ae&s;op at Ep&s;om</HI> with <HI>real</HI> and <HI>genuine</HI> re&s;oyceth at the E&s;|tabli&s;hment of this. Sir, Your Execellency's great Example has &s;uch a prevailing in|fluence, as to make the meane&s;t Subject &s;oli|citous for the Publick Good, and to &s;ee that <HI>Revolution</HI> become the &s;ubject of <HI>Satyr,</HI> which has giv'n &s;uch opportunities for <HI>Hene|gyrick,</HI> (and who&s;e <HI>Royal Author</HI> has had &s;uch immortal Commendations from Your <HI>Excellency's</HI> the be&s;t of Pens) could not but add very much to my Re&s;entments in the following Papers. But, Sir, to give no further interruption to a Gentleman who&s;e very <HI>Lei&s;ure</HI> is employ'd for the pub|lick Safety, I &s;hall not encroach upon Your time any further than to beg Your Acceptance of this <HI>poor Entertainment,</HI> which, &s;hall make me add to my Endeavours of appoving my &s;elf in a more &s;ub&s;tantial way,</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>Sir,</SALUTE>
<SIGNED>Your Excellency's mo&s;t Obedient Servant.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<PB N="1" REF="21">
<HEAD>AESOP AT EPSOM.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. Of the <HI>Fox</HI> and the <HI>Stork.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Subtil Fox, well practis'd in de&s;ign,</L>
<L>Invites a Stork, that He with him will dine</L>
<L>A match, &s;ays Stork, Sir Reynard it's agreed,</L>
<L>And home he goes, and much re&s;olv'd to feed.</L>
<L>Nothing will &s;erve, but that <HI>He's &s;ure the Bea&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will &s;oon repent He'd brought him for a Gue&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Stomach was &s;o empty, and &s;o great,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Zounds! He him&s;elf &s;hould fini&s;h all the treat.</HI></L>
<L>Fox &s;miles, and in his <HI>Cubs</HI> the Dinner bring,</L>
<L><HI>Soop,</HI> and <HI>Pottage,</HI> a Banquet for a King.</L>
<L>Fall on, my gue&s;t, &s;aid Fox, and down he pour's</L>
<L>The liquid Fea&s;t which He him&s;elf devours.</L>
<L><HI>Dear Stork,</HI> He crys, <HI>'Slife. Child, why do&s;t not Peck,</HI></L>
<L>The Stork he &s;tretches, and extends his neck.</L>
<L>But nothing can get up within his Bill,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Reynard licks it up, and Eats his fill;</L>
<PB N="2" REF="22">
<L>At length perceiving how he had been &s;erv'd,</L>
<L>He homeward Stalks, or he mu&s;t el&s;e have Strav'd,</L>
<L>But Mindfull of the Fox his empty Treat,</L>
<L>Sends to Invite Him to a di&s;h of Meat.</L>
<L>The Fox not thinking Storks had had the &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>To mind affronts, or take the lea&s;t offence.</L>
<L>Took him at's word, and &s;aid, Sir Stork content,</L>
<L><HI>I'll &s;ee what Hou&s;e you keep,</HI> and Home wi'him <HI>went.</HI></L>
<L>The Table Spread, and every thing compleat,</L>
<L>That might put Fox in mind He was to eat:</L>
<L>Two Servant Storks upon the Table plac'd</L>
<L>A Narrow long-neck'd Gla&s;s which held the Fea&s;t;</L>
<L>Lampreys and Eels within it might be &s;een,</L>
<L>The Gla&s;s was &s;o tran&s;parant and &s;o clean,</L>
<L>When Stork, <HI>Sans ceremony, Sir, begin,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You &s;ee your Entertainment here, within,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll &s;hew the way;</HI> and in his Beak he thru&s;t</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Reynard try'd in vain, add trying curs'd.</L>
<L><HI>Lord,</HI> &s;aid the Stork, <HI>are you a Bea&s;t of thought,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And yet no Broth, or Soop, or Pottage brought?</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'd e'en fetch &s;ome, and fill the Ve&s;&s;el up,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You then, although You could not eat, might &s;up.</HI></L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL</HEAD>
<L>The Application &s;oon is made</L>
<L>By any that's a Reader,</L>
<L>One in his turn the Fool has play'd,</L>
<L>And who&s;e turn's now con&s;ider:</L>
<L>The <HI>Tunbridge Ae&s;op</HI> fir&s;t has given</L>
<L>The Town a Di&s;h of Meat,</L>
<L>And faith, to make the Tallies ever,</L>
<L><HI>Ep&s;om</HI> &s;hould al&s;o treat.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="3" REF="22">
<HEAD>FAB. II. Of the <HI>Lamb</HI> and the <HI>Wolf.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Wolf as he look'd our for prey,</L>
<L>And went in &s;earch of food,</L>
<L>Perceiv'd a Lamb and Goat in's way</L>
<L>Come jogging on the Road.</L>
<L>Mutton he lov'd, but did not dare</L>
<L>Fa&s;ten on that he &s;py'd,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Hircus</HI> with his Horns was there,</L>
<L>And thus to part them try'd.</L>
<L><HI>Home from this Bea&s;t for &s;hame, Sir Lamb.</HI></L>
<L><HI>It grieves my very Soul,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;ee you leave a Noble Dam,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And walk with Goat &s;o foul.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Goat! fy on't, the very wor&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all the Brutal Race;</HI></L>
<L><HI>A &s;tinking Animal and curs'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Woods, and Fields di&s;grace.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hark you,</HI> &s;aid Lamb; <HI>I plainly know</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whom you your Tricks would put on,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what you mean by gaping &s;o,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Poor Wolf! he wants &s;ome Mutton.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'thank you for th' Advice you lend,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And wonder not you &s;hou'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>Like me much better than my Friend,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since I am much better Food.</HI></L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>So when the Wars broke out at fir&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>France</HI> prepar'd for fighting,</L>
<L>Lord! how her Mighty Monarch curs'd</L>
<L>The <HI>Dutch</HI> and us uniting!</L>
<L><HI>Per Dieu, &s;aid he, the Briti&s;h Race</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Heroes once the Chief</HI></L>
<L><HI>Joyn with a Land &s;o cur&s;ed Ba&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And ask of them relief!</HI></L>
<PB N="4" REF="23">
<L>But had his Aim &s;uccce&s;sful been</L>
<L>And us from them remov'd,</L>
<L>We then the &s;ad Effects had &s;een.</L>
<L>And Fables moral prov'd.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. Of the <HI>Sun</HI> and the <HI>North-wind.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEtwixt the Sun and Wind, aro&s;e</L>
<L>A Quarrer, like to end in Blows,</L>
<L>If both of 'em had not rather cho&s;e</L>
<L>A fitting Mediator.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It &s;eems that this Contention grew</L>
<L>From which was Stronge&s;t of Two.</L>
<L>And down their Wagers &s;trait they threw</L>
<L>Thus to decide the matter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By chance a Traveller came by,</L>
<L>And both with one united cry,</L>
<L><HI>On him let us our Forces try</HI></L>
<L><HI>To finish the Di&s;pute:</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that the fir&s;t a Way could find</L>
<L>To make him leave his Cloak behind</L>
<L>Should win; <HI>it's dine, agreed, &s;aid Wind.</HI></L>
<L>Said Sun, <HI>content, I'll do't.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Boreas &s;ummon'd every Bla&s;t,</L>
<L>And at him all his fury ca&s;t,</L>
<L>But flinging round his Cloak, he pa&s;s'd</L>
<L>And forwarded his Journey:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sol &s;miles, and gath'ring all his Rays,</L>
<L>Sure of the Conque&s;t and the Bays,</L>
<L>I'll make you quit your Cloack, he &s;ays,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e, by God, I'll burn ye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Straight Pa&s;&s;enger began to &s;wear,</L>
<L>Enrag'd and troubled with the Heat,</L>
<L>And in a mo&s;t confounded Pett,</L>
<L>At la&s;t flung off the Garment</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="5" REF="23">
<L><HI>Boreas,</HI> &s;aid Sol, <HI>See yonder Cloak,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Wagers won and thou art broke,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And up in ha&s;te the Stakes he took,</HI></L>
<L>And that was all the harm in't.</L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Thus blu&s;t'ring Kings like Boreas often fail;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t others like the Conqu'ring Sun prevail;</L>
<L>Numbers may fright and di&s;mal Fancies rai&s;e,</L>
<L>But what can Numbers in improper Ways?</L>
<L>Whil&s;t at Campeign extended Armies &s;hine,</L>
<L>And <HI>France</HI> her infant Printes fight, and dine;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Boufflers</HI> treats the Ladies with a Song,</L>
<L>And Duke <HI>de Berry</HI> learns the Spani&s;h Tongue,</L>
<L>A Prince at Cell, who Seemingly appears</L>
<L>Thoughtle&s;s of Arms &s;ince now releas'd from <HI>Wars:</HI></L>
<L>Amid'&s;t his Sports, &s;hall-fit Expedients find</L>
<L>To cheat the dangers by their Arms de&s;ign'd:</L>
<L>And one poor Hunting Matcl. perhaps may break:</L>
<L>The Mea&s;ures which their fam'd Encampments take.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. Of the <HI>Trumpeter.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Trumpeter in time of War</L>
<L>Was in the Battle taken;</L>
<L>And Dead almo&s;t with very fear.</L>
<L>Try'd thus to &s;ave his Bacon.</L>
<L><HI>Dear Sirs, if guiltle&s;s Actions &s;ave,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or Innocence &s;ecures,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From you the grant of Life I crave,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who ne'er, endanger'd yours.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor Sword, nor Mu&s;quet have I born,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or any other Weapon worn</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than what is in my hand:</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Trumpet never gave a wound,</HI></L>
<PB N="6" REF="24">
<L><HI>Or utter'd any thing but empty &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And that too by command.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Off with the Dog, and fetch the Rope,</HI></L>
<L>Said Enemy, <HI>and tye him up,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Villain! never &s;pare him.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Zounds! That &s;ame In&s;trument is wor&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than Sword, and Gun, and every Cur&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And we've mo&s;t cau&s;e to fear him,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since from his bla&s;ts, tho&s;e wounds at fir&s;t proceed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By which &s;o many Thou&s;ands of us bleed.</HI></L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>So crys an Author who has &s;pent his &s;pleen,</L>
<L>What harm can &s;illy <HI>Fables</HI> mean?</L>
<L>Or how can <HI>Faction</HI> takes its birth,</L>
<L>From a few Tales, and unprovoking Mirth?</L>
<L>They may perhaps delight,</L>
<L>But re&s;t a&s;&s;ur'd they'll never Fight,</L>
<L>The Bea&s;t I-treat of cannot Plot</L>
<L>Or traffick in Sedition: what of that?</L>
<L>When if he rail'd like <HI>O&mdash;ts,</HI> like <HI>S&mdash;</HI> Fought,</L>
<L>Cur&s;'d like a Man at <HI>Sam's,</HI> like <HI>M&mdash;</HI> thought,</L>
<L>All join'd together ne'er was able</L>
<L>To &s;how the malice of one &s;ingle Fable.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. V. Of the <HI>Apple</HI> and the <HI>Hor&s;e-Turd.</HI></HEAD>
<L>AN Apple falling from a Tree</L>
<L>Which near a River &s;tood,</L>
<L>With Hor&s;e Turd in his Company</L>
<L>Was &s;ailing down the Flood.</L>
<L>When Turd ambitious to di&s;cour&s;e</L>
<L>A thing &s;o much above it,</L>
<L>Would into Conver&s;ation force</L>
<L>As down the River drove it,</L>
<PB N="7" REF="24">
<L><HI>Lord! Madam, what a plea&s;ant Stream</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is this in which we ride?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Si&s;ter! How we Two Apples &s;wim?</HI></L>
<L>The foul <HI>Sir-rev'rence</HI> cry'd.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>A Thread-bare Wriner who perchance</L>
<L>Has not one Farthing paid,</L>
<L>To carry on the War with <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Towards the Royal Aid.</L>
<L>Crys, Damn this curs'd confounded Peace,</L>
<L>It Forty Millions co&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>we</HI> could not procure <HI>our</HI> Ea&s;e</L>
<L>Till All <HI>our</HI> Wealth was lo&s;t.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. of the <HI>Covetous</HI> and the <HI>Envious Man.</HI></HEAD>
<L>TWO men to <HI>Jove</HI> their Prayers made</L>
<L>For &s;ome kind Earthly Ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>One never &s;atisfy'd with what he had,</L>
<L>Tho' rich beyond Expre&s;&s;ing.</L>
<L>Th' other was envious, nor car'd</L>
<L>What mi&s;chief e're befell Him,</L>
<L>So that his Comrade was not &s;par'd,</L>
<L>And what &s;hould kill him, kill him:</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> Teaz'd with their Petitions, &s;ent</L>
<L>His Son <HI>Appolo</HI> to 'em,</L>
<L>To try to give'em both content,</L>
<L>And know what &s;ervice. He could do'em.</L>
<L><HI>Ask,</HI> &s;aid <HI>Appollo, Friends what 'ere</HI></L>
<L><HI>You want th'out further trouble,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what is ask'd from either pray'r</HI></L>
<L><HI>T'other &s;hall have it double.</HI></L>
<L>With that, the par&s;imonious Cuff</L>
<L>For Wealth did loudly call,</L>
<PB N="8" REF="25">
<L>Which downward fell but ne'r enough</L>
<L>For his de&s;ires could fall.</L>
<L>Still as he ask'd, the Riche&s;s came,</L>
<L>And doubled on the other,</L>
<L>Tho' &s;till his prayer was the &s;ame</L>
<L>Which &s;till enrich'd his Brother,</L>
<L>Next in his turn, Sir Envy kneel'd.</L>
<L>And with a bale-ful Eye,</L>
<L><HI>Dear</HI> Phaebus <HI>to my prayer yield</HI></L>
<L><HI>And barken to my cry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now oh! ju&s;t now thou Pow'r divine</HI></L>
<L><HI>This favour let me find,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Put out this &s;ingle Eye of mine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That his may both be blind.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. Of the <HI>Beaver,</HI> and the <HI>Hunters.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Beaver being clo&s;e pur&s;u'd</L>
<L>By Hunters, Hor&s;e, and Hounds;</L>
<L>And neither &s;afe, within the Wood,</L>
<L>Nor in the open Grounds,</L>
<L><HI>I know full well (and &s;tep'd a&s;ide)</HI></L>
<L><HI>The rea&s;ons why I'm chas'd, he cry'd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And much lament the, Cau&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Stones are what they want, and I</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;t either part with them, or die,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And glut the Beagles jaws:</HI></L>
<L>With that, though he was loath to part</L>
<L>With things as precious as his heart,</L>
<L>Or with a quiet mind</L>
<L>Surrender up the pride of all his kind,</L>
<L>Yet life was &s;weet, and utt'ring forth &s;ome groans,</L>
<L>Off went his dear beloved Stones,</L>
<PB N="9" REF="25">
<L>Which in the Hunters way</L>
<L>The Melancholy Bea&s;t did lay.</L>
<L><HI>Call in the Hounds, the fierce Pur&s;uers &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We've caught the Game, and have our Markets made;</HI></L>
<L>And taking up the Prize they went</L>
<L>All homeward with content.</L>
<L>Whli&s;t the Enervate Bea&s;t return'd,</L>
<L>To graze in quiet on the plain:</L>
<L>And never after this Misfortune mourn'd,</L>
<L>Or fled from <HI>Hunters</HI> or from <HI>Hounds</HI> again.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>If a certain great Prince had but done as this Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>And in&s;tead of each Stone gotten rid of each Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>He had &s;till been King, whom his People had ble&s;s'd.</L>
<L>But &s;ince He bad rather keep in with <HI>Ned Petre</HI></L>
<L>And likes Fryers, and Monks for his company fitter:</L>
<L>Let him <HI>now</HI> keep his <HI>Stones,</HI> for there's none but has <HI>bea|ter.</HI></L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VIII. The <HI>Lion</HI> and the <HI>Fox.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Fox, a Lion's Chaplain, when</L>
<L>The Bea&s;ts began to cry,</L>
<L>And gather round their Monarch's Den</L>
<L>For Antient <HI>Liberty;</HI></L>
<L>Said, <HI>may it plea&s;e my Sov'raign, Lord,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your &s;ubjects are your Slaves,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And if they dare to &s;peak a word,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Throat may be their Graves.</HI></L>
<L>With that the Monarch Wi&s;ely &s;mil'd</L>
<L>At good Sir Crapes advice,</L>
<L>And &s;aid, <HI>go fetch your younge&s;t Child,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Stomach's &s;omething nice.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sir,</HI> &s;aid the Fox, <HI>Your in the wrong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I mu&s;t your pardon crave,</HI></L>
<PB N="10" REF="26">
<L><HI>Par&s;ons alone to Jove belong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And no Controulers have.</HI></L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>So in late times the Pulpits rung,</L>
<L>With Pa&s;&s;ive <HI>Non-Re&s;i&s;tance,</HI></L>
<L>And all the burthen of their Song</L>
<L>Was <HI>Duty</HI> and A&s;&s;tance:</L>
<L>Life, Wealth, and every thing was due</L>
<L>To Him, who or'e us rul'd,</L>
<L>And Whil&s;t that <HI>Cant</HI> they would pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>We'd all of's E'en been fool'd,</L>
<L>Had not their Church's Lands been thought</L>
<L>Belonging to the Throne:</L>
<L>And made 'em change their former note,</L>
<L>And what they &s;aid di&s;own.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IX. Of <HI>Iupiter</HI> and the <HI>Monkey.</HI></HEAD>
<L>JOVE was de&s;irous once to know</L>
<L>What Animal did bear</L>
<L>The hand&s;om'&s;t <HI>Off-&s;pring,</HI> or could &s;how</L>
<L>A <HI>little one</HI> mo&s;t fair.</L>
<L>He &s;ummon'd every living thing</L>
<L>Unto a certain place,</L>
<L>To come before him, and to bring</L>
<L>A Pattern of it's Race.</L>
<L>Forth with each Female creature came,</L>
<L>Which Air, or Sea, or Earth,</L>
<L>Could for its proper Tenant claim,</L>
<L>And each produc'd a Sample of it's <HI>Birth.</HI></L>
<L>When as the Pow'rful God was ju&s;t</L>
<L>Deciding the di&s;pute,</L>
<L>Up to the Throne a <HI>Monkey</HI> thru&s;t,</L>
<L>A mo&s;t deformed Brute!</L>
<PB N="11" REF="26">
<L>And with, her <HI>Young one</HI> in her hand</L>
<L>(Whil&s;t All the Company &s;mil'd)</L>
<L><HI>Vouch&s;afe great Jove to under&s;tand</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mine is the fine&s;t Child:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Plea&s;e you my Liege to view this face,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How regular and &s;weet!</HI></L>
<L><HI>How well proportion'd every grace!</HI></L>
<L><HI>And how exact the features meet?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Surely my Lord can ne're refu&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Child and Me the Bays.</HI></L>
<L>When Jove for laughing could not <HI>chu&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>And all of 'em went their ways.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>So <HI>Young</HI> Ae&s;op from <HI>Bath,</HI> or <HI>Old</HI> Ae&s;op from <HI>Whitehall,</HI></L>
<L>May amu&s;e <HI>Town,</HI> and <HI>Country</HI> with a fab'lous recital,</L>
<L>And in love with them&s;elves think their own things <HI>the be&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t the <HI>Clergy,</HI> they laugh at, e&s;cape the dull <HI>Je&s;t:</HI></L>
<L>And all the &s;ucce&s;s of each Fable and Story</L>
<L>Is to lay down their <HI>own</HI> Faults like the <HI>Monkey</HI> before ye.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. X. Of the <HI>Hares</HI> and the <HI>Frogs.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Time was fix'd when Hares &s;hould meet,</L>
<L>And for <HI>di&s;patch of Bu&s;ine&s;s fit,</HI></L>
<L>Without the lea&s;t delays,</L>
<L>To remedy their pre&s;ent State,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e anticipate their Fate,</L>
<L>By proper <HI>means</HI> and <HI>ways.</HI></L>
<L>Strait every Pu&s;s the <HI>Form</HI> for&s;ook,</L>
<L>Which He or She for &s;helter took,</L>
<L>And ha&s;ten'd to the place</L>
<PB N="12" REF="27">
<L>Which by appointment was de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>To heal the mi&s;chiefs of their <HI>Kind</HI></L>
<L>Or make extinct their <HI>Race.</HI></L>
<L>The SPEAKER cho&s;e, and <HI>Members</HI> plac'd,</L>
<L>The Hou&s;e re&s;olv'd it &s;elf at la&s;t</L>
<L>Into a grand Commitee:</L>
<L>But what a pother, Lord! they kept?</L>
<L>One &s;igh'd, another trembling wept,</L>
<L>'Twould move us all to pity.</L>
<L>At length a <HI>Chief</HI> of high Rnown,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ranger</HI> of &s;ome mighty <HI>Down,</HI></L>
<L>Fir&s;t ask'd the Hou&s;'s leave:</L>
<L>And then &s;tood up, whil&s;t all the re&s;t</L>
<L>With &s;orrows, and with grief oppre&s;s'd</L>
<L>Could nothing el&s;e but grieve.</L>
<L><HI>Brethren,</HI> &s;aid he, <HI>a wretched Race,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whom Men and Dogs, and Eagles cha&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Sport of the Creation,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In vain we're thinking to redre&s;s</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Grievances, or make 'em le&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>While in this living Station.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hounds will for ever be pur&s;uing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Hunters meditating ruin,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t we mu&s;t &s;till be flying;</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'd better (Friends) if I might give</HI></L>
<L><HI>Advice, this moment cea&s;e to live,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then always be a dying.</HI></L>
<L>Tho' <HI>Death</HI> is not a thing which fuits</L>
<L>With con&s;titutions of &s;uch <HI>Bruits</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Hares</HI> are of, 'tis certain:</L>
<L>Yet they re&s;olv'd, with much ado,</L>
<L>To bid the <HI>Groves,</HI> and <HI>Hills</HI> adieu,</L>
<L>Tho not 'thout tears at parting.</L>
<L>By chance there was a River near</L>
<L>The place, where the&s;e <HI>A&s;&s;emblers</HI> were</L>
<L>Debating how to die,</L>
<L>Wherefore to put off all delays,</L>
<L>They fix'd in that to end their days</L>
<L>The &s;ooner, 'cau&s;e &s;o nigh,</L>
<PB N="13" REF="27">
<L>But, Lord! how Pu&s;s would backward &s;hrink,</L>
<L>When almo&s;t at the very brink,</L>
<L>And &s;igh &s;he was &s;o near!</L>
<L>Then tell her Beads, and wi&s;h &s;ome <HI>Saint</HI></L>
<L>Would help her from this damn'd re&s;traint,</L>
<L>And ea&s;e her of her fear!</L>
<L>At la&s;t the leading Hares were come,</L>
<L>Prepar'd and ready for their Doom,</L>
<L>And at the Flood arriving,</L>
<L>A Frog or two into it skipp'd,</L>
<L>Which made 'em look before they leap'd,</L>
<L>And think of longer living.</L>
<L><HI>Hark ye (&s;aid Pu&s;s who bore the &s;way)</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fair and &s;oftly wins the Day,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no &s;uch need to die yet;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll Home again, and e'em &s;ubmit</HI></L>
<L><HI>To what my De&s;tiny thinks fit,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And keep my Form in quiet.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Troth Sirs, the Fate of</HI> Frogs <HI>is wor&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than</HI> ours, <HI>which we at pre&s;ent cur&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And are &s;o much afraid at;</HI></L>
<L><HI>For me who fear mo&s;t things be&s;ide</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are fear'd by them, and that's my Pride</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since the&s;e are us di&s;may'd at.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sirs, it would be a pretty: Je&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If &s;ince our life is not the be&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>It &s;hould be made our loathing.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Faith tho' I cannot be the</HI> Chief,</L>
<L><HI>I have this comfort and relief,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'm</HI> better far than nothing.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Hence let the Male contented mind</L>
<L>In&s;tructive Le&s;&s;ons draw;</L>
<L>Not be unea&s;y, when confin'd</L>
<L>Within the bounds of Law.</L>
<L>What tho' his Pur&s;e is &s;omething drein'd,</L>
<L>For Peace he ne'ere de&s;ir'd,</L>
<PB N="14" REF="28">
<L>And has in pare that Prince maintain'd</L>
<L>Who might have all requir'd?</L>
<L>A Neighb'ring King's <HI>be&s;t</HI> Subjects paid</L>
<L>Thrice more than <HI>William's</HI> wor&s;t,</L>
<L>And without Mony Laws obey'd,</L>
<L>When his with <HI>Mony</HI> curs'd.</L>
<L>If therefore he like <HI>Hare</HI> &s;hould grieve</L>
<L>Since &s;mall re&s;pect we &s;how Him,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Hare</HI> in Fable let him live</L>
<L>Since he has <HI>Frogs</HI> below him.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="28">
<P>OLD AESOP At WHITEHAL, &amp;c.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="29">
<PB REF="29">
<HEAD>The PREFACE.</HEAD>
<P>IT is now the Mode, it &s;eems, for Brutes to turn Politicians; and if we may give Credit to &s;ome late Authors, their Hou&s;es of Parlia|ment a&s;&s;embled at <HI>Tunbridge</HI> and <HI>Bathe.</HI> The Lion who by Pre&s;cription hath been own'd for King, <HI>Nemine Gontradicente,</HI> pleads it as his Privi|ledge to &s;ummon them to his Banquetting-Hou&s;e at <HI>Whitehal;</HI> whence all the Three &s;ttaes may by a &s;hort and ea&s;ie Walk arrive together at <HI>We&s;tmin|&s;ter,</HI> and there con&s;ult for the Common Good. He carries a bundle of Arrows in his Hand, with this Motto over them, <HI>Concordia resparvae cre&s;cunt, di&s;cordia maxima dilabuntur.</HI></P>
<P>If there be no <HI>My&s;teries in Chri&s;tianity,</HI> it &s;eems there are &s;ome in <HI>Policy;</HI> when <HI>Jacobites</HI> and <HI>Commonwealths men,</HI> who have mutually branded one another with the har&s;he&s;t Names that Malice and Rancour could invent, &s;hould now unite in a De&s;ign again&s;t the pre&s;ent Government, as a common Center. If it be &s;o, (which <HI>Old AESOP</HI> is very unwilling to believe,) he hath given Com|mi&s;&s;ion to his Bea&s;ts, in the following <HI>Fables,</HI> to declare the fir&s;t to be (what they always were) <HI>Knaves,</HI> and the latter (which he is &s;ure they will be loth to be accounted) <HI>Fools.</HI> If the Reflections &s;eem too Satyrical, they may con&s;ider that it comes from Bea&s;ts like them&s;elves. And &s;o <HI>Ae&s;op</HI> bids them Farewel, but to take Care not to divide the prey till it is caught.</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><HI>Whitehal,</HI>
<DATE>Sep|temb. <HI>22. 1698.</HI></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="summons">
<PB REF="30">
<HEAD>THE SUMMONS.</HEAD>
<L>THE, Jackall did the King of Brutes inform</L>
<L>That &s;ome de&s;ign'd to mine, and &s;ome to &s;torm</L>
<L>His Royal Fort. At which, with generous Rage</L>
<L>The Kingly Bea&s;t, their Malice to a&s;&s;wage,</L>
<L>Sends forth his Summons, That they &s;hould appear</L>
<L>At <HI>Brutes Whitehal,</HI> from Quarters far and near,</L>
<L>There to con&s;ult; and if they found that any</L>
<L>Better de&s;erv'd the Sway among the <HI>Many</HI></L>
<L>Than <HI>Leo</HI> did, he wou'd the Crown for&s;wear</L>
<L>And never henceforth any Scepter bear:</L>
<L>But at the &s;ame time gives't as his Advice,</L>
<L><HI>It's better to fill Bag one time than thrice,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or Three times three. It's better under one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than many Ma&s;ters, to lament and groan.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<PB N="1" REF="30">
<HEAD>Old AESOP AT WHITEHAL, GIVING Advice to the Young <HI>AESOPS</HI> AT Tunbridge <HI>and</HI> Bathe.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. The <HI>Tortoi&s;e</HI> and <HI>Frogs.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Heavy <HI>Tortoi&s;e</HI> &s;eeing <HI>Frogs</HI></L>
<L>Nimbly leap in Pools and Boggs,</L>
<L>Ble&s;s'd their limber Hams, that they</L>
<L>Could &s;o bravely frisk and play;</L>
<L>Curs'd the hard and heavy Pack</L>
<L>That Nature laid on his own Back:</L>
<L>He could neither Skip nor Dance,</L>
<L>Nor caper <HI>A-la-mode de France.</HI></L>
<L>But as &s;oon's he &s;aw the <HI>Stork</HI></L>
<L>Could the <HI>Frogs</HI> from Puddle fork,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="31">
<L>And that for all their nimble Heels</L>
<L>They became a Prey to <HI>Eels;</HI></L>
<L>Then he quickly chang'd his Note,</L>
<L>And for's own Coat of Mail gave Vote;</L>
<L>Thank'd his Stars that he was free</L>
<L>From <HI>Storks</HI> and &s;uch-like Tyranny,</L>
<L>By being armed Cap-a-pee.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Did but &s;ee through <HI>Gallick</HI> Sway</L>
<L>How feeble Subjects are a Prey</L>
<L>To th' Sovereign's arbitrary Will,</L>
<L>Who can at's Plea&s;ure &s;ave and kill;</L>
<L>Did we feel th' Effects of's Sword and Flames</L>
<L>Saw Virgins ravi&s;h'd, heard the Cries of Dames;</L>
<L>When Soldiers &s;ack their Towns, de&s;troy their Men,</L>
<L>Cut off their Children, &s;carce &s;pare One in Ten;</L>
<L>Could we but &s;ee <HI>Rome</HI>'s Prie&s;ts converting <HI>France</HI></L>
<L>With Arguments from Gun, Sword, Spear, and Lance;</L>
<L>And then reflect that this had been our Doom,</L>
<L>Could <HI>James</HI> the Ju&s;t have paid his Von's to <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>We would not grumble at the Tax we pay</L>
<L>To keep &s;uch Mon&s;trous Tyranny away,</L>
<L>But &s;hould, that <HI>William</HI> might live ever pray.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. II. Of the other <HI>Members</HI> con&s;piring again&s;t the <HI>Belly.</HI></HEAD>
<L>ONce on a Time the Hands and Feet,</L>
<L>With Back, and Loins, and Bum did meet</L>
<L>In a Rebellious Con&s;ult, where</L>
<L>The B&mdash; ch as Speaker took the Chair,</L>
<L>And with an uncouth-hollow &s;ound</L>
<L>The following Trea&s;on did propound:</L>
<PB N="3" REF="31">
<L>Brethren, quoth he, you know the Head</L>
<L>Makes us toil and &s;weat for Bread,</L>
<L>Yet nothing to our Lot doth fall,</L>
<L>But <HI>idle Gut</HI> con&s;umes it all.</L>
<L>My Friends, if you'll be rul'd by me,</L>
<L>We will &s;hake off this Tyranny.</L>
<L>If Head and Belly will have Meat,</L>
<L>Let them toil for't with Hands and Feet.</L>
<L>Agreed, &s;ays Back, I vow and &s;wear,</L>
<L>For them I'll no more Burthens bear.</L>
<L>Content, &s;ays Bum, if it be your Will;</L>
<L>Fot I love dearly to &s;it &s;till.</L>
<L>Says Feet, I'll no more Errands run.</L>
<L>The Loins &s;ay, Brethren, it is done.</L>
<L>The Hands vow they would work no more,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h they'd been as wi&s;e before.</L>
<L>The Members thus in Holy League</L>
<L>Did ble&s;s them&s;elves for this Intrigue.</L>
<L>But &s;uddenly the Hands grew weak,</L>
<L>The Feet grew numb, the Loins did &s;hake,</L>
<L>The Back was feeble, the Bum grew poor:</L>
<L>And Breech the Chair-man loud did roar,</L>
<L><HI>Pray cram the Gut, and we'll rebel no more.</HI></L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>It's hop'd this will not be forgot</L>
<L>By tho&s;e who form'd the <HI>Tunbridge</HI> Plot;</L>
<L>Old <HI>Ae&s;op</HI> was a Man of Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>Such Doctrines never did di&s;pen&s;e,</L>
<L>That People &s;hould refu&s;e Support,</L>
<L>And pine them&s;elves to &s;tarve the Court.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="4" REF="32">
<HEAD>FAB. III. The <HI>Hermit</HI> and the <HI>Soldier.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Pious <HI>Hermit</HI> &s;eeing a Man of Blood</L>
<L>Come &s;trutting thro' his &s;olitary Wood,</L>
<L>Acco&s;ts him thus: Dear Brother, why do you</L>
<L>In Human Blood and Gore your Hands imbrue?</L>
<L>Leave off that Trade, be 'Partner in my Cell,</L>
<L>Read, pray, and think, and &s;ave your Soul from Hell.</L>
<L>The Soldier look'd &s;tern,</L>
<L>But at la&s;t did reply,</L>
<L>I am wiling to learn,</L>
<L>And G&mdash;zds I'll comply.</L>
<L>We Men of the Sword</L>
<L>Are not worth a T &mdash;d,</L>
<L>But are ba&s;ely kept under,</L>
<L>Nor have Pay, nor have Plunder.</L>
<L>A plague on the Peace</L>
<L>Which makes our Gain cea&s;e:</L>
<L>And &s;eeing it is &s;o,</L>
<L>With the Hermit I'll go,</L>
<L>Till the Drums beat again, and the Trumpets do blow.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;o the <HI>Jacks</HI> their de&s;perate Cau&s;e for&s;ake,</L>
<L>And to the &s;ide o'th' Commonwealth betake;</L>
<L>Since their own King has play'd the Foot, and's gone,</L>
<L>Ours to mole&s;t they turn up every Stone.</L>
<L>The Church, the Church, is ready to fire,</L>
<L>Is all their Out-cry: Brethren, &s;ave the Quire,</L>
<L>Take care a'th' Steeple, Chancel, Surplice, Crape,</L>
<L>The Church of <HI>England</HI> Dov's in danger of a Rape,</L>
<L>No thanks to them &s;he did from Father <HI>Peter's</HI> &s;cape:</L>
<L>Yet when their Prince, and's Prie&s;ts &s;hall venture over,</L>
<L>Theyll &s;wear &s;he is no Cha&s;t nor Turtle Lover,</L>
<L>But did to others her fair Brea&s;ts di&s;cover;</L>
<PB N="5" REF="32">
<L>Then they will be for Common-wealth no more,</L>
<L>But &s;crew Prerogative high as before,</L>
<L>Huff like <HI>N&mdash;S&mdash;r,</HI> crackle like <HI>B&mdash;S&mdash;wer.</HI></L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. The <HI>A&s;s</HI> in the <HI>Lion</HI>'s Skin.</HEAD>
<L>A Certain <HI>A&s;s</HI> being &s;truck with Shame</L>
<L>Of's native Slavery, and his Name,</L>
<L>Made &s;hift to &s;teal a <HI>Lion</HI>'s Skin,</L>
<L>And boldly &s;talk'd about therein;</L>
<L>Shook off his innate &s;luggi&s;h Pace,</L>
<L>And did a&s;&s;ume an awful Face,</L>
<L>As if h' had been of <HI>Lybian</HI> Bree'd,</L>
<L>And from the Ba&s;tinado freed.</L>
<L>But's curs'd Ears, and Cathedral Note,</L>
<L>To his great Grief, reveal'd the Plot;</L>
<L>For when he did attempt to roar,</L>
<L>He could not do't, but bray'd ju&s;t as before.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Thus Non-re&s;i&s;tance thinks't no Sin</L>
<L>To put on a true Patriot's Skin,</L>
<L>And plead for Liberty and Laws,</L>
<L>And ea&s;ie Tax. But mark, the Cau&s;e;</L>
<L>He would the Government di&s;able,</L>
<L>And lo&s;e the Ship for want, of Cable,</L>
<L>And by this means it comes to pa&s;s,</L>
<L>We know the old <HI>Pa&s;&s;ive Obedience A&s;s.</HI></L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="6" REF="33">
<HEAD>FAB. V. The <HI>Wolf</HI> and <HI>Hedgehog.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Greedy <HI>Wolf</HI> that ravag'd Hills and Plains,</L>
<L>Devour'd the Flocks, and beggar'd all the Swains,</L>
<L>Triumph'd and skipp'd. But Plenty, cau&s;ing wa&s;te,</L>
<L>At length he knew not where, to break his Fa&s;t;</L>
<L>But in his Range meets with a Porcupine,</L>
<L>A curious Bit to make, <HI>Lycaon</HI> dine:</L>
<L>His eager Chaps would fain been at the Prey,</L>
<L>But the arm'd <HI>Hedgehog</HI> held him at a Bay.</L>
<L>Hungry <HI>Lycaon</HI> &s;eeing this, cries out,</L>
<L>My little Brother, how comes this about?</L>
<L>Have you forgot the late concluded Peace,</L>
<L>That you do &s;till your Armour wear,</L>
<L>As if there were new Cau&s;e of Fear?</L>
<L>Lay by your Darts, and let War cea&s;e,</L>
<L>You cannot think that I will break the League.</L>
<L>And Brother-Brutes &s;urprize by fal&s;e Intrigue.</L>
<L>Nay, Hay, &s;ays Hedgehog, Brother, I don't &s;ay</L>
<L>That you will me or other Brutes betray;</L>
<L>But ne'erthele&s;s it doth appear,</L>
<L>While you have Tusks, there's Cau&s;e of Fear:</L>
<L>Let me fir&s;t draw your Teeth, and <HI>Sans</HI> Delay,</L>
<L>I'll throw my Quiver, and my Darts away.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Thus crafty Jacks do plead our Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Arm'd Troops in Time of Peace, &s;ubvert our Laws:</L>
<L>Lay down your Arms and then we &s;wear,</L>
<L>That our brave Prince will &s;oon appear;</L>
<L><HI>La Hogue</HI> you know is very near.</L>
<L>But &s;ince <HI>Van Trump,</HI> and bold <HI>De Rutter,</HI></L>
<L>With Ball and Powder made &s;uch &s;plutter,</L>
<L>He's as much afraid of Sword and Bomb,</L>
<L>As was his Grand&s;ire in his Grandame's Womb.</L>
<PB N="7" REF="33">
<L>Disband your Troops therefore we pray,</L>
<L>The Nation cannot bear your Pay.</L>
<L>Then come the Wolves o'er from <HI>Campeigne,</HI></L>
<L>And carry all, the Sheep away;</L>
<L>Then will our Prince, like <HI>Mars</HI> in warlike Gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Encamp at <HI>Houn&s;low</HI> to &s;hoot Butterflies.</L>
<L>No Man can &s;ay that he will break the Law,</L>
<L>Or us by Standing-Armies over-awe;</L>
<L>Since it is clear, as e'er was Light of Sun,</L>
<L>His Army never &s;tood but always run.</L>
<L>Let no foul Tongue our Valorious Prince di&s;grace,</L>
<L>For he in Per&s;on always won the Race:</L>
<L>The <HI>Boyn</HI>'s fair Flood, and <HI>Sarum</HI>'s &s;pacious Plain,</L>
<L>Will this great Truth far evermore maintain.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. The <HI>Fox</HI> caught in a Trap.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Certain <HI>Fox</HI> being caught in Trap,</L>
<L>Did lo&s;e his Tail by the Mi&s;hap.</L>
<L>And cried Alas!</L>
<L>For, his Di&s;grace,</L>
<L>He could not &s;hew Face,</L>
<L>Nor follow the Cha&s;e:</L>
<L>But yet, &s;ays he, tho' <HI>Reynards</HI> do beguile</L>
<L>The other <HI>Brutes</HI> by &s;ome fly Trick and Wile;</L>
<L>I do not know that Foxes are exempted</L>
<L>From being fool'd too, if they're fitly tempted.</L>
<L>Then let me go try,</L>
<L>And briskly apply</L>
<L>My Wits, to deceive,</L>
<L>And make Foxes believe,</L>
<L>That the Burden of their Tail,</L>
<L>In Rain, Snow or Hail,</L>
<PB N="8" REF="34">
<L>Is intolerably grievous,</L>
<L>And in Hunting Mi&s;chievous.</L>
<L>If by this Means I can but prevail,</L>
<L>To have every Fox cut off his own Tail,</L>
<L>Then none of 'em at me will mock, &s;coff or rail.</L>
<L>Away <HI>Reynard</HI> goes,</L>
<L>His de&s;ign to propo&s;e.</L>
<L>Says Fathers and Mothers,</L>
<L>Dear Si&s;ters and Brothers,</L>
<L>Don't flout, jeer and mock,</L>
<L>At my mangled Dock:</L>
<L>You know that your Tails,</L>
<L>But little avails,</L>
<L>When you leap over Pales,</L>
<L>To catch Sheep and Fowls;</L>
<L>Then do not like Owls,</L>
<L>Thus burden your Back,</L>
<L>By a thing you might lack.</L>
<L>How brisk and how fine</L>
<L>Am I without mine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The re&s;t perceiving what his Motive was;</L>
<L>Told him good Brother this will never pa&s;s.</L>
<L>When we'r hunted by Dogs,</L>
<L>O'er Hills, and through Bogs.</L>
<L>On our Tails we do Pi&s;s,</L>
<L>And their Chops do not mi&s;s.</L>
<L>And this was the cau&s;e made the Proverb prevail,</L>
<L>He hath got a flap with the Fox's Tail,</L>
<L>Then cea&s;e Brother Fox,</L>
<L>If we mangle our Docks.</L>
<L>As you do propo&s;e,</L>
<L>We're expos'd to our Foes.</L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Thus the curs'd Crew who have them&s;elves undone,</L>
<L>And from their Rea&s;on, Sen&s;e, and Intere&s;t run,</L>
<L>Would gladly have us caught in that &s;ame Trap;</L>
<L>I'll Men would fain have Brethren in mi&s;hap.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="9" REF="34">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. The <HI>Fox</HI> Preaching to the <HI>Sheep.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Ravening Wolf the Sheep-Cotes did invade,</L>
<L>And there &s;et up his Butcher's Shambles;</L>
<L>Where without trouble of Preambles,</L>
<L>He kill'd whatever came to hand.</L>
<L>A &s;turdy Ma&s;tiff by the Farmer laid</L>
<L>In the &s;ame Fold, pre&s;erv'd the Sheep,</L>
<L>So that in Safety they could &s;leep,</L>
<L>And feed, with quite in their Ma&s;ters Land.</L>
<L>The Fox who us'd with Wolf to diet,</L>
<L>And on the tender Lambs to riot;</L>
<L>Perceiving this,</L>
<L>Says <HI>Mon&s;ieur Wolf,</HI> I am not able</L>
<L>To live at &s;uch an ill-&s;pread Table.</L>
<L>Were it ami&s;s,</L>
<L>That I &s;hould go and tell the Sheep,</L>
<L>The Ma&s;tiff Dog that doth them keep</L>
<L>Lives on their Blood;</L>
<L>That he and's Ma&s;ter every Day,</L>
<L>With joint con&s;ent divide the Prey,</L>
<L>And make the Sheep their Food.</L>
<L>Wolf an&s;wers, <HI>Reynard,</HI> that is good,</L>
<L>Go tell the Sheep that they &s;hould cea&s;e</L>
<L>To cloth their Ma&s;ter with their Fleece;</L>
<L>Except he will his Dog remove,</L>
<L>For &s;uch a Guard they do not love</L>
<L>In time of Peace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Fox gets in among&s;t the Flock,</L>
<L>And with &s;ly Oratry thus &s;poke.</L>
<L>Good Men of Mutton.</L>
<L>What do ye with this Ma&s;tiff Dog,</L>
<L>He is a mercenary Rogue</L>
<L>Not worth a Button?</L>
<PB N="10" REF="35">
<L>For on pretnce of keeping guard,</L>
<L>Your Fle&s;h and Bones are his Reward:</L>
<L>Get him ca&s;hier'd.</L>
<L>The Wolf and I have &s;worn the Peace,</L>
<L>And our Ho&s;tilities mu&s;t cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Noughts to be fear'd</L>
<L>By him, his Ma&s;ter in di&s;gui&s;e</L>
<L>Means o're the Flocks to Tyrannize</L>
<L>On my Salvation.</L>
<L>As I'm <HI>a true Son of the Church,</HI></L>
<L>I would not leave you in the Lurch,</L>
<L>Of &s;uch Damnation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The bleating Herd began ro grumble,</L>
<L>For <HI>Raynard</HI>'s Logick, made them &s;tumble,</L>
<L>And thus they &s;aid:</L>
<L>In Faith the Wolf and Fox we &s;ee</L>
<L>Are Enemies to Tyranny;</L>
<L>Their Council ought to be obey'd.</L>
<L>Since <HI>Ned</HI> the Wolf, and <HI>Batt</HI> the Fox,</L>
<L>Are our good Friends, than what a Pox</L>
<L>Should we be plagu'd with Curs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We will no more our Fleeces yield,</L>
<L>Nor have our Lambs tore from the Field,</L>
<L>Let's to our Zeal add Spurs:</L>
<L>And for our Spoke&s;man chu&s;e a Ram,</L>
<L>Or &s;turdy Goat to Swear and Damn.</L>
<L>And 'cur&s;e Di&s;&s;enters.</L>
<L>Our greate&s;t Dangers from the Whigs,</L>
<L>And cau&s;e they will not pay Tithe Pigs,</L>
<L>The Wolf and Fox on them &s;hall have Debentures.</L>
<L>Content &s;ays Fox, and there's my Hand,</L>
<L>I'll publi&s;h this in Woolfi&s;h-land;</L>
<L>Farewell dear Sheep.</L>
<L>The Wolf and I will guard your Cotes,</L>
<L>And pull out the Di&s;&s;enters Throats;</L>
<L>But unto you our promi&s;e keep.</L>
<L>The Flock by <HI>Renyard</HI> thus per&s;waded,</L>
<L>That Dog and Farmer them invaded,</L>
<PB N="11" REF="35">
<L>Straight left the Fido.</L>
<L>Did thro' the Hills and Valleys &s;tray,</L>
<L>And from their Guard did run away;</L>
<L>Left him to &s;tarve for want of pay:</L>
<L>But mark the end.</L>
<L>The Wolf and Fox, having prevail'd</L>
<L>The &s;catter'd Flocks &s;traight they a&s;&s;ail'd,</L>
<L>And did them all in pieces rend.</L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>It's hop'd the Sheep of <HI>North</HI> and <HI>We&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Who to the Parliament make ha&s;te,</L>
<L>The Moral will teach;</L>
<L>Which is no more</L>
<L>Then the Proverb of Yore.</L>
<L>Let the Gee&s;e look to't when the Fox doth preach.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. The Fable of the <HI>Spunge.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Certain Brewer who&s;e Liquor of Life,</L>
<L>Did frequently among&s;t his Servants rai&s;e &s;trife,</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd to abridge them, giving each Man his &s;hare,</L>
<L>Enough to &s;uffice but nothing to &s;pare:</L>
<L>But the Servants re&s;olving they would not be &s;tinted,</L>
<L>Put their Wits on the Rack, and this Device minted.</L>
<L>They got Gloves of Spunge which they thru&s;t in the Liquor,</L>
<L>And &s;queezing them often &s;pent their Na&s;ters Stock quicker:</L>
<L>Which the Brewer under&s;tanding, he &s;eiz'd on the Spunges;</L>
<L>Made his Servants repay him, and with Actions them &s;winges:</L>
<PB N="12" REF="36">
<L>Till he had &s;queez'd back his own, and taught them to be true,</L>
<L>To leave off their &s;lie Cheats, and be content with their Due.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Tho&s;e that mi&s;apply the Trea&s;ure of the Nation,</L>
<L>Ought thus to be &s;queez'd till they make reparation:</L>
<L>We may Tax, and pay on, and the King &s;till be poor.</L>
<L>If the Hands of his Servants be pitch'd as before.</L>
<L>It's the Intere&s;t of the Nation, our Senate under&s;tands,</L>
<L>That tho&s;e who touch Ca&s;h &s;hould have clean wa&s;hen hands.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IX. The <HI>Trumpeter.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Trumpeter, who by his Fatal Sounds,</L>
<L>Provok'd Mankind to mutual Blood and Wounds;</L>
<L>Being ta'ne in Field did for his Life implore:</L>
<L>I &s;ound the Charge &s;aid he, but do no more.</L>
<L>The Conquerour grew enrag'd at this Defence;</L>
<L>Replies, ba&s;e Villain, I'll Di&s;patch thee hence,</L>
<L>Down to the <HI>Stygian</HI> Shades; do&s;t thou not know</L>
<L>That he who coun&s;els Murder, gives the blow.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>The Fable hits tho&s;e who in former Reigns,</L>
<L>For love of Faction, or for love of Gains,</L>
<L>Did teach our Monarchs a De&s;potick Sway,</L>
<L>And damm'd the People that would not obey:</L>
<L>The&s;e were the Firebrands of the Church and State,</L>
<L>And did more Mi&s;chief than <HI>Jack Straw</HI> or <HI>Kett:</HI></L>
<L>They caus'd the Wa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, and that brought on the Tax,</L>
<L>Then let the weight of't fall on their own Backs;</L>
<L>Why &s;hould the Peoples Blood and Trea&s;ure pay</L>
<L>To re&s;cue that which Prie&s;ecraft did betray,</L>
<PB N="13" REF="36">
<L>The Prie&s;ts advanc'd the <HI>Popeling</HI> to the Throne;</L>
<L>The Prie&s;ts again did force him to be gone;</L>
<L>And now the Prie&s;ts, like Turn-coats, as before,</L>
<L>Chu&s;e Jacks for Senate with Canonick Roar:</L>
<L>And Churches danger &s;lily would infer,</L>
<L>From our great King who bravely re&s;cued her.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. X. The <HI>Lion</HI> and the <HI>A&s;s.</HI></HEAD>
<L>IT once came to pa&s;s,</L>
<L>That the Lion and the A&s;s,</L>
<L>Did meet in a great Con&s;ultation;</L>
<L>When the King of the Brutes,</L>
<L>To the dulle&s;t of Mutes,</L>
<L>Did &s;eriou&s;ly make Application.</L>
<L>True <HI>Roger,</HI> quoth he,</L>
<L>Do but hearken to me,</L>
<L>And I &s;wear I will highten thy Fortune.</L>
<L>Thou art now a dull Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>But I'll make the High Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>And the re&s;t &s;hall no more dare thee &s;port on.</L>
<L>Good Soveraign &s;ay on,</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Roger</HI> anon,</L>
<L>For I am quite weary of Slavery:</L>
<L>I &s;wear by St. <HI>Peter</HI></L>
<L>If you'l give me a Mitre</L>
<L>I'll &s;erve you, be't Roguery or Knavery.</L>
<L>I thank you, &s;ays Lion,</L>
<L>Thy word I'll rely on;</L>
<L>The Service that I then command thee,</L>
<L>Is to teach that I mu&s;t govern,</L>
<L>Like an Ab&s;olute Sovereign,</L>
<L>And that tho&s;e will be damn'd that with&s;tand me.</L>
<L>Agreed, &s;ays the A&s;s,</L>
<L>I will bring it to pa&s;s,</L>
<PB N="14" REF="37">
<L>And have pa&s;&s;ive Obedience in fa&s;hion;</L>
<L>They &s;hall all be call'd Traitors,</L>
<L>And Monarchy-haters,</L>
<L>From the Pulpits and Desks of the Nation.</L>
<L>But it happen'd that the King,</L>
<L>Harp'd on another String,</L>
<L>And invaded the Rights of the A&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Roger</HI> turn'd tail,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t his Sovereign did rail,</L>
<L>In his Preachments, his Prayers and Gla&s;&s;es.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Thus Tyrant Princes did make u&s;e of Prie&s;ts,</L>
<L>Their Subjects to transform from Men to Bea&s;ts.</L>
<L>The time's well known, you need not ask me when,</L>
<L>But e're from Bea&s;ts they turn to Men again,</L>
<L>The Prie&s;ts mu&s;t be reform'd; &s;uch Reformation</L>
<L>Is th' only Remedy can &s;ave the Nation.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="37">
<P>AESOP Return'd from TUNBRIDGE.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="38">
<PB REF="38">
<HEAD>THE PREFACE.</HEAD>
<P><HI>AESOP,</HI> it &s;eems, has been a little di&s;turb'd of late, and it has been argu'd <HI>Pro &amp; Con,</HI> among&s;t the <HI>Virtuo&s;i,</HI> whether his Indi&s;po&s;ition was the effect of <HI>Tunbridge</HI> Waters, or Company. He him&s;elf has ab&s;olv'd the Waters, and condemn'd the Company, which has oblig'd 'em in their own Ju&s;tification to &s;end him to <HI>Bedlam</HI> to have his own Brains &s;et right, for endeavouring to rectifie theirs.</P>
<P>Since his Retirement two more have &s;tar|ted up from <HI>Bathe</HI> and <HI>Whitehal,</HI> that, like the two <HI>Demerrius</HI>'s in <HI>Mu&s;covy,</HI> need only be &s;een to di&s;cover the Impo&s;ture. But to avoid the Fate of their Predece&s;&s;ors
<PB REF="39"> of <HI>Tunbridge,</HI> they have taken Mea&s;ures very different from his, and to &s;ave Dr. <HI>Ty&mdash;n</HI> the trouble of Purging their Brains, have agreed to carry none about 'em.</P>
<P>&V;pon the&s;e comes yet another; whether with better Title than the former, is a que&s;t|ion, <HI>Reader,</HI> we leave thee to decide. Only I &s;hall take the liberty to give thee &s;ome Hints, for the better Information of thy Judgment. Fir&s;t then as to his Per&s;on, it has re&s;emblance enough to Old <HI>Ae&s;op</HI>'s (or the Pisture of him, at lea&s;t, at <HI>Planudes,</HI> and others, have drawn it) that had he left any Legitimate I&s;&s;ue behind him, Ours might very well plead his Figure in evidence of his De&s;cent from the Old <HI>Beau</HI> of <HI>Samos;</HI> and the Po&s;ture and Condition of their In|tellects, make out the Relation betwixt him and the <HI>Bully</HI> of <HI>Tunbridge.</HI> For this confe&s;&s;es him&s;elf out of his Wits when he writ, and t'other, by univer&s;al Con&s;ent, mad to Write what he writ.</P>
<P>But let me whi&s;per one thing in thy Ear, upon condition of &s;ecre&s;y, if thou wilt give me thy Word and Honour not to di&s;clo&s;e it to any Body, I'll a&s;&s;ure thee they were both Mad, and &s;o much the fitter for the Task they have undertaken. For who the De&mdash;l
<PB REF="39"> but a Madman would venture to write Truth at this time of Day? To deal frankly, the Old Fellow before 'em was much &s;uch another &s;ort of Spark. He either had, or thought he had Wit, which is much at one to an Au|thor, and could never leave &s;hewing his Brains, till a parcel of Blockheads knockt 'em out. He took his Hint from the Women of his Time, who did as they do now, every one that cou'd be convinc'd by her Gla&s;s, that &s;he was no Beauty, &s;et up for a Wit; and if &s;he cou'd not plea&s;e People with her Face, cou'd vex 'em with her Tongue, which was equivalent as to point of Self-&s;atisfacti|on. For let either Vanity or Malice be gratified, and we are well enough. But as I was &s;aying, <HI>Ae&s;op</HI> imitated the Wo|men in that Piece of Cunning; for 'tis apparent he cou'd not the Men, for they have n't learnt that Craft yet to Piece out the Defects of their Per&s;ons with a Super|fluity of &V;nder&s;tanding. But e'ery Hump|back't, Hard-fac'd Scare-crow is dre&s;s'd up in a Lac'd-Coat and a Long Wig, to &s;et off it's Deformity, and make it more gloriou&s;ly Ridiculous; and the fine empty Thing, that Nature made, as the <HI>Chine&s;e</HI> do their Bawbles, for the Ornament of a Drawing-Room, is perpetually endea|vouring
<PB REF="40"> to &s;queeze it &s;elf into the Pre&s;s, and labouring in <HI>Dull Madrigal,</HI> or <HI>Scurvy Lampoon,</HI> to expo&s;e it's own want of Wit, and it's Friend's, and not content with the Reputation of a Fool a|mong&s;t its Acquaintance, mu&s;t publi&s;h it in Print to the World.</P>
<P>But what's all this, <HI>Reader,</HI> to thee and I, that be &s;ure have more Wit? The&s;e <HI>Ae&s;op</HI>'s are Perillous Bold Fellows, and have Plaguy Tongues: But what of that? Let the Bea&s;t that is gall'd, wince; and let thee and I laugh to &s;ee 'em kick and &s;ling like <HI>Ralpho</HI>'s A&s;s with a Thi&s;tle un|der his Tail, 'tis nothing to us, that <HI>have</HI> (as I &s;aid before) Wit, then to come with|in the reach of one's Tongue, or t'others Heels: And &s;o I take my leave of thee.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<PB N="1" REF="40">
<HEAD>AESOP Return'd from TUNBRIDGE.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. Ae&s;op <HI>&s;ent to <HI>Bedlam.</HI></HI></HEAD>
<L>AESOP o'ercome with Wind and Spleen,</L>
<L>At <HI>Tunbridge</HI> &s;ought relief;</L>
<L>In hopes that change of Air, and Scene,</L>
<L>Might ea&s;e him of his Grief.</L>
<L>But there &s;uch Shoals of Fools he met,</L>
<L>And Knaves twice dipt in Grain;</L>
<L>Not the fam'd Waters they were at,</L>
<L>Cou'd e're take out the Stain.</L>
<L>In vain a Friend among the Youth</L>
<L>He &s;ought all <HI>Tunbridge</HI> round;</L>
<L>Till &s;neaking Solitary <HI>Truth</HI></L>
<L>He in a Corner found.</L>
<L>Thus met, they readily agree,</L>
<L>And did &s;trange Tales devi&s;e,</L>
<L>Lab'ring to make tho&s;e Coxcombs &s;ee,</L>
<L>That wou'd put out their Eyes.</L>
<PB N="2" REF="41">
<L>Till netled at their ju&s;t Reproof,</L>
<L>The Knaves and Fools combine;</L>
<L>And him, and his Companion both</L>
<L>To a dark Room confine.</L>
<L>Next Stage, they knew not why nor how,</L>
<L>For <HI>London</HI> they were bound:</L>
<L>Where both of 'em together now,</L>
<L>In <HI>Bedlam</HI> may be found.</L>
<L><HI>In vain we &s;trive Mens Error to correct,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or point out Follies, which them&s;elves neglect.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fools are a &s;tubborn Race, and hard to break</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;dom's the only Gift they &s;corn to take;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And he that &s;hews his Brains to &s;uch a Rout,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Takes a fair way to have 'em beaten out.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;e Men in them alone mi&s;take their Tools,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knaves only have the skill to manage Fools.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let empty Fops be proud of their Mi&s;haps,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For he that takes it off, de&s;erves the Cap.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. II. The <HI>Wolf</HI> and <HI>Porcupine.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Hungry Wolf, that long'd to Dine</L>
<L>Upon a well fed Porcupine,</L>
<L>Found he had need of all his Skill.</L>
<L>To ta&s;te the Fle&s;h, and &s;cape the Quill:</L>
<L>And therefore &s;lily thus addre&s;t,</L>
<L>In Fawning Terms, the wary Bea&s;t.</L>
<L>What is it Neighbour that you fear?</L>
<L>What Enemy? what danger's near?</L>
<L>What means this Magazine of Arms,</L>
<L>When Treaties &s;ign'd &s;ecure from Harms?</L>
<L>When all Ho&s;tilities mu&s;t cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Why &s;uch a Guard in Times of Peace?</L>
<L>Why will you now in Safety beat</L>
<L>The Burthen, and Expence of War?</L>
<PB N="3" REF="41">
<L>To whom the crafty Bea&s;t reply'd,</L>
<L>The&s;e are not for Defence but Pride.</L>
<L>For truly, Neighbour, as you &s;ay,</L>
<L>They're u&s;ele&s;s at this time of Day,</L>
<L>And I &s;hou'd be of your belief,</L>
<L>Cou'd I but &s;ee you draw your Teeth.</L>
<L>Fr&mdash;ce <HI>is the wheedling Wolf, 'tis plain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That gapes for lucious Bit;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And we know who's the Porcupine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But that &s;he wants the Wit.</HI></L>
<L><HI>What need of Fleets, or Armies now,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That once were</HI> E&mdash;d's <HI>B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t?</HI></L>
<L>Fr&mdash;ce <HI>to our Articles will bow,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And guard the</HI> Spani&s;h <HI>Coa&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let us di&s;arm our Men of War,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since &s;he &s;uch &s;tore equips;</HI></L>
<L><HI>She'll &s;ave us that Expence and Care,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Convoy home our Ships.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Preparations at</HI> Campeign,</L>
<L><HI>And</HI> Bre&s;t, <HI>&s;ecure our Ports,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They'll &s;pare us Fifty Thou&s;and Men,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To Garri&s;on our Forts.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. The <HI>Fox</HI> and <HI>Grapes.</HI></HEAD>
<L>UPON a lu&s;ty Bunch of Grapes,</L>
<L>A liquori&s;h Fox had fixt his Eyes,</L>
<L>Who licking of his wat'ring Chaps,</L>
<L>A thou&s;and Tricks to reach it tries.</L>
<L>But all his Wiles in vain a&s;&s;ay'd,</L>
<L>Out of all hopes of getting nigh,</L>
<L>What Fool for Unripe Tra&s;h, he &s;aid,</L>
<L>Would ri&s;que his Neek to clime &s;o high?</L>
<L>That charming Fruit, (I dare alledge)</L>
<L>That looks &s;o tempting and &s;o fair,</L>
<PB N="4" REF="42">
<L>Will &s;et &s;ome Coxcomb's Teeth on edge,</L>
<L>Or draw &s;ome Fool into a Snare.</L>
<L><HI>Ambitious Men that mi&s;s their Aim,</HI></L>
<L><HI>At lea&s;t affect to be thought Wi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And court the Popular E&s;teem,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By &s;eeming honours to di&s;pi&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e whom the Mob their Patriots call,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Factions and Jealou&s;ies foment;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Masking with Common Good their Gall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Publick Zeal their Di&s;content,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To bu&s;ie Courts at fir&s;t they throng,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till vext, and hopele&s;s to prevail,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or &s;hare in doing of the Wrong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In Senates th'at Corruption rail,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Courtier or Patriot by turns,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Hypocrite our Patience tries;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Di&s;grac'd, our Grievances he mourns,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or laughs in place at Jealou&s;ies.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. The <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> and <HI>Pears.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Wanton Sloven of a Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>Invited to a Bridal Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>Under a Hedge upon the Ground,</L>
<L>A Hoard of Mellow Pears had found.</L>
<L>The&s;e were, quoth he, to hungry Sinner,</L>
<L>That had no hopes of Wedding-Dinner,</L>
<L>Brave tempting Mor&s;els, a rich Prize,</L>
<L>Which at this juncture I di&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Now to more Rarities engag'd,</L>
<L>Than e're in <HI>Noah</HI>'s Ark were cag'd;</L>
<L>Fi&s;h, Fowl, Fruit, Sweet-meats to excite,</L>
<L>And rou&s;e a Founder'd Appetite;</L>
<L>Therefore &s;weet Pears this time, adieu,</L>
<L>My Stomach will not &s;toop to you.</L>
<PB N="5" REF="42">
<L>Yet e're we part we'll have a Je&s;t,</L>
<L>Then &s;cornfully he on 'em Pi&s;t,</L>
<L>And cry'd, who e're the&s;e Pears &s;hall eat,</L>
<L>He &s;hall have Sauce as well as Meat.</L>
<L>This done, impatient of delay,</L>
<L>He jocundly per&s;u'd his Way,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t happy in Imagination,</L>
<L>Chewing the Cud of Expectation.</L>
<L>Till to a Brook approaching nigh,</L>
<L>By Rains late fallen &s;well'd &s;o high,</L>
<L>That 'twas impo&s;&s;ible to pa&s;s;</L>
<L>His rumbling Stomach call'd him A&s;s.</L>
<L>And bid him Ford, or Swim the Flood,</L>
<L>And make his vapring Promi&s;e good,</L>
<L>Or, &s;pight of all his Scoffs and Jeers,</L>
<L>He, Sauce and all, &s;hould eat the Pears.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Prie&s;t, who Belly dearly lov'd,</L>
<L>At this Reproach was &s;trangely mov'd;</L>
<L>Yet his unhappy ca&s;e was &s;uch,</L>
<L>He hated Danger full as much.</L>
<L>At Di&s;appointment &s;ore dejected,</L>
<L>He &s;adly on the Pears reflected:</L>
<L>He was by Word and Honour bound</L>
<L>To &s;tand to't, and maintain his ground.</L>
<L>And now the Pears &s;o lovely grew,</L>
<L>That Water from both ends they drew.</L>
<L>He therefore all his cunning Bent,</L>
<L>To find out &s;ome Expedient,</L>
<L>To prove him&s;elf this once mi&s;taken,</L>
<L>And &s;ave his Credit and his Bacon.</L>
<L>Inward he turn'd his &s;ullen Looks,</L>
<L>And romaging o're all his Books,</L>
<L>He met an ancient Convocation,</L>
<L>That funi&s;h'd him with an Eva&s;ion.</L>
<L>Quoth he, they cou'd not be my due,</L>
<L>Nor might I &s;eize 'em till I knew,</L>
<L>And Providence had time to prove,</L>
<L>This heap of Pears was <HI>Trea&s;ure trouve;</HI></L>
<PB N="6" REF="43">
<L>But now I plainly under&s;tand,</L>
<L>They truly are a <HI>Deodand;</HI></L>
<L>And he that Abdicates 'em here,</L>
<L>Has lo&s;t all Title to one Pear.</L>
<L>And I &s;hould be a Fool no doubt,</L>
<L>Shou'd I &s;tand any longer out.</L>
<L>As for the Stain I ca&s;t on the&s;e,</L>
<L>My &s;elf can wipe it off with ea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. V. The <HI>A&s;s</HI> and <HI>Spaniel.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Weary <HI>A&s;s</HI> under his Pack,</L>
<L>Stood ty'd up to an empty Rack,</L>
<L>And &s;py'd a <HI>Spaniel</HI> brisk, and gay,</L>
<L>As in his Ma&s;ter's lap he lay,</L>
<L>That frisk'd about, and had the grace</L>
<L>To climb his Shoulders, lick his Face,</L>
<L>was always plentifully fed,</L>
<L>And from his hand receiv'd his Bread.</L>
<L>Hard difference betwixt, quoth he.</L>
<L>That happy, idle <HI>Cur,</HI> and Me.</L>
<L>He daily is with Dainties &s;erv'd,</L>
<L>While I, that drudge for all, am &s;tarved.</L>
<L>But &s;ince he thrives &s;o well by Play,</L>
<L>I'le try my Fortune the &s;ame way.</L>
<L>Thus having form'd his Re&s;olution,</L>
<L>He waits a time for Execution.</L>
<L>Which found, erecting Tail, and Ears,</L>
<L>On Hinder-Feet him&s;elf he rears,</L>
<L>His Fore-Feet on his Ma&s;ter lays,</L>
<L>And with his Tongue be&s;mears his Face.</L>
<L>The <HI>Man,</HI> who gue&s;s'd not his intent.</L>
<L>Nor dreamt of &s;uch a Compliment,</L>
<L>Surpriz'd, and vext, and half afraid,</L>
<L>To Servants calls aloud for aid,</L>
<PB N="7" REF="43">
<L>To help him to correct th' Offence,</L>
<L>And &s;ore cha&s;ti&s;e this In&s;olence.</L>
<L>And &s;ince <HI>A&s;s</HI> was &s;o rampant grown</L>
<L>He bids 'em take his Commons down;</L>
<L>And henceforth bare Sub&s;i&s;tance pay</L>
<L>Of half Allowance e're day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>A&s;s</HI> thus mortify'd, and &s;ore,</L>
<L>Vext for his Bones, but Belly more,</L>
<L>Cry'd, What a &s;tupid Sor am I,</L>
<L>My Talent thus to mi&s;apply?</L>
<L>Who only for a Drudge am fit,</L>
<L>And yet mu&s;t &s;et up for a Wit.</L>
<L><HI>Art may refine, and fini&s;h Nature's Fool,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But no</HI> Buffoon <HI>&s;ucceeds, that goes by Rule;</HI></L>
<L><HI>For Fooling prettily's a Gift of Nature's,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That &s;its but aukwardly on Imitators.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The lively, airy</HI> Marmou&s;et, <HI>as &s;oon</HI></L>
<L><HI>May be out-frolickt by the grave</HI> Baboon,</L>
<L><HI>As Nature by dull</HI> Mimicks <HI>of the Town.</HI></L>
<L><HI>If Squirrel</HI> D&mdash;y <HI>frisk on his Beholders,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;t the A&s;s</HI> Gild&mdash;n <HI>ramp upon their Shoulders,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If</HI> Congreve <HI>flatter'd</HI> M &mdash;nt&mdash;gue <HI>before,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;t be by</HI> Gild&mdash;n <HI>too be &s;laver'd o're?</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>wonder Sots, when we this Clod care&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pre&s;ume to claim the Dues of neat Addre&s;s.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such Poets &s;hou'd at</HI> We&s;tmin&s;ter <HI>untru&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And there receive the meed of</HI> Chaerilus;</L>
<L><HI>Yet I cou'd &s;pare the Sot, whoe're repines.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cou'd he like him produce but &s;even good Lines.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But he expects Rewards, to blaze our Shame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For daring to buffoon a mighty Name.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let others judge, if he de&s;erves the Rod,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who treats his Patron wor&s;e eve'n than his God.</HI></L>
<L><HI>What other Names will this vile Wretch bla&s;pheme?</HI></L>
<L><HI>For 'tis a Libel to be prais'd by him.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But he now feels the Fate he does de&s;erve,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And knows already what it is to &s;tarve.</HI></L>
<PB N="8" REF="44">
<L><HI>Henceforth, ye Great, tender your Reputations,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Honours &s;uffer by &s;uch Dedications</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Ju&s;tice we may pay for</HI> Kneller<HI>'s hand,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But who at Charges wou'd on Sign-po&s;ts &s;tand?</HI></L>
<L><HI>If then the Author's dull to &s;uch degree,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How &s;tupid mu&s;t the Sol that pays him be?</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. The <HI>Gra&s;hopper</HI> and the <HI>Ant.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Gra&s;hopper</HI> once thus acco&s;ted an <HI>Ant.</HI></L>
<L>You know, Sir, what we Men of Quality want,</L>
<L>'Tis the Favor to lend me &s;ome Grains of your Store,</L>
<L>For, Faith, at this minute, I am very poor.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Summer's Expences have drawn me &s;o low,</L>
<L>I can &s;carce in the Park make my Figure, I vow.</L>
<L>This comes on't, reply'd the frugal grave <HI>Citt,</HI></L>
<L>When Extravagance only's the mea&s;ure of Wit.</L>
<L>Had your Parents but bred you to Bu&s;ine&s;s, your Parts</L>
<L>Might have got an E&s;tate, now you have your De&s;erts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Says the <HI>Gra&s;hopper,</HI> what wou'd you have me to do,</L>
<L>I'm not made for Work, be&s;ides I'm a <HI>Bean;</HI></L>
<L>I Sing, and I Dance, and all the fine Weather.</L>
<L>I'm at <HI>Ep&s;om</HI> or <HI>Tunbridge,</HI> or <HI>Bath,</HI> chu&s;e you whether</L>
<L>Ask all the <HI>Be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u Monde,</HI> and the <HI>Ladies</HI> if e're</L>
<L>They had Mu&s;ick, or Ball, if I was not there.</L>
<L>E'ry Evening I my Compliment made.</L>
<L>And treated with many a fine Serenade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis pity the <HI>Ladies,</HI> quoth <HI>Ant,</HI> not to rally,</L>
<L>Don't commi&s;erate one, Sir, of your <HI>belle taill&egrave;,</HI></L>
<L>Your Youth, nor E&s;tate neither of 'em can tarry,</L>
<L>Look Sharp, Sir, about for a <HI>Fortune,</HI> and Marry,</L>
<L>For Trading's &s;o dead, and our Taxes &s;o hard,</L>
<L>Not a Farthing can out of our Bu&s;ine&s;s be &s;par'd</L>
<L>But comfort! The <HI>Fleet,</HI> or <HI>King's-Bench,</HI> if you ask it,</L>
<L>Will find you a Lodging, and Meat from the Basket.</L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<PB N="9" REF="44">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Fops that would &s;tarve far want of Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>Petticoat Refugees,</L>
<L>Ought much to thank that Providence,</L>
<L>Which made 'em Women plea&s;e.</L>
<L>Swarms that had Rotted in Jayl.</L>
<L>Yet want Sen&s;e to pay</L>
<L>Thanks to that Smock that was their Bail,</L>
<L>But throw't like a Rag away.</L>
<L>Yet luckle&s;s thou&s;ands &s;till contrive</L>
<L>To &s;pread like Butterflies,</L>
<L>That like Beau <HI>Atkin&s;on</HI> mu&s;t liue,</L>
<L>Or like Beau <HI>Norton</HI> die,</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. The <HI>A&s;s</HI> and <HI>Iupiter.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A <HI>Gard'ner</HI> had a lazy <HI>A&s;s</HI></L>
<L>That hated a hard working place,</L>
<L>And offer'd his Petition</L>
<L>To <HI>Jove,</HI> with many a Sigh, and Groan,</L>
<L>Which mov'd him by continu'd moan</L>
<L>To pity his Condition,</L>
<L><HI>Jove,</HI> when his unju&s;t pray'r had heard,</L>
<L>Next to a <HI>Potter</HI> him preferr'd;</L>
<L>At which in Con&s;ternation,</L>
<L>The <HI>A&s;s</HI> once more in doleful Dumps,</L>
<L>Falling again upon his Stumps,</L>
<L>Renews his Supplication.</L>
<L>Grant me my Suit once more, Great <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>Says he, I'll ask no third remove,</L>
<L>From any third Di&s;a&s;ter;</L>
<L>What e're you order, I'm content</L>
<L>To undergo the Puni&s;hment</L>
<L>Of any other Ma&s;ter.</L>
<PB N="10" REF="45">
<L>Oh! cou'd You but this Grace afford!</L>
<L>The God &s;traight took him at his word,</L>
<L>And plac'd him with a <HI>Tanner;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>A&s;s</HI> grown wi&s;e, when 'twas too late,</L>
<L>Bewails his Folly, and his Fate,</L>
<L>In lamentable manner.</L>
<L>What with the <HI>Gard'ner</HI> did I lack,</L>
<L>My Belly-full, at ea&s;e my Back?</L>
<L>The <HI>Potter</HI> gave me: quarter.</L>
<L>But this third Service I am in,</L>
<L>Will &s;trip me of my very Skin,</L>
<L>And make me Folly's Martyr.</L>
<L><HI>A murmuring Mind is ne'r content,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With any &s;ort of Government;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Princes &s;trive in vain to plea&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such re&s;tle&s;s Sp'rits as know no ea&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>When Taxes make Malecontent,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whom Wealth, and Pow'r, made In&s;olent;</HI></L>
<L><HI>What Mea&s;ures mu&s;t a Ruler take,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;pare his Back, and &s;ave his Neck?</HI></L>
<L><HI>In vain they kick at Slavery,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who grudge the charge of being free.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VIII. The <HI>Owl</HI> and <HI>Bat.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Fierce di&s;pute 'twixt Birds of Night</L>
<L>Aro&s;e about their <HI>Gifts,</HI> and <HI>Light;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Owl</HI> and <HI>Bat</HI> aloud contended,</L>
<L>Which was by Nature be&s;t befriended,</L>
<L>Wrangling with clamorous Conte&s;t</L>
<L>Which &s;aw the cleare&s;t, and the be&s;t;</L>
<L>Till from high Words, and angry Speeches,</L>
<L>They came to Per&s;onal Reproaches.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Quoth <HI>Madge,</HI> in&s;ulting o're the <HI>Bat.</HI></L>
<L>What wou'd this <HI>Flitter-Mou&s;e</HI> be at?</L>
<PB N="11" REF="45">
<L>Thou Mungrel Vermine art at mo&s;t,</L>
<L>And but half Bird thy &s;elf can&s;t boa&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Bat</HI> reply'd with indignation,</L>
<L>Make to your &s;elf the Application;</L>
<L>You're &s;ome Bea&s;t's Ba&s;tard it appears,</L>
<L>As I'll demon&s;trate by your Ears.</L>
<L>But what is this to our Di&s;pute,</L>
<L>If I am <HI>Vermine,</HI> you're a <HI>Brute.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then let's agree, the <HI>Owl</HI> reply'd,</L>
<L>And by the <HI>Sun</HI> our Cau&s;e betry'd.</L>
<L>A <HI>Nightingale</HI> that hard by &s;ate,</L>
<L>Thus undertook to Arbitrate:</L>
<L>How &s;hall the <HI>Sun</HI> decide your Ca&s;e,</L>
<L>When neither can endure his Face?</L>
<L>You've &s;aid enough of <HI>Bats</HI> and <HI>Owls,</HI></L>
<L>To prove both purblind Knaves and Fools.</L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Bats, <HI>and</HI> Owls, <HI>of</HI> Pinner's-Hall,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>This Fable may apply;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The&s;e</HI> Night-Birds <HI>repre&s;enting all</HI></L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Pa&s;tors, <HI>and their Fry.</HI></L>
<L><HI>If any wou'd know, whom they fit,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Contraver&s;ies read;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;ee how oft the Sticks are &s;plit,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To break each other's Head,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But let 'em not the Truth come near,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor venture into Light;</HI></L>
<L><HI>For He that does barefac'd appear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will &s;hew a Hypocrite.</HI></L>
<L><HI>While they again&s;t each other bawl,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They the whole World convince.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And plainly &s;hew their wa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t to all</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Faith, as well as Sen&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="12" REF="46">
<HEAD>FAB. IX. <HI>Sharpers</HI> and <HI>Cullies.</HI></HEAD>
<L>TWo <HI>Sharpers</HI> once to Gameing fell,</L>
<L>In a large Company;</L>
<L>And manag'd their Intrigue &s;o well,</L>
<L>They drew in Standers by.</L>
<L>They wrangl'd, quarrel'd, and call'd names,</L>
<L>And play'd with &s;o much heat;</L>
<L>That no one jealous of a &s;ham,</L>
<L>Su&s;pected 'twas a Cheat,</L>
<L>But when the Game&s;ters num'rous grew,</L>
<L>And &s;tore of Cullies came;</L>
<L>Each from the other took his cue,</L>
<L>To manage right his Game.</L>
<L>A long time doubtful was the Scale,</L>
<L>The odds uncertain were;</L>
<L>For they do all by turns prevail.</L>
<L>And none great lo&s;ers are.</L>
<L>Till e'ry one at length was dipt,</L>
<L>And mighty &s;umms were laid;</L>
<L>The wink, one of the <HI>Jugglers</HI> tipt,</L>
<L>And &s;o the Cheat betray'd.</L>
<L>But this di&s;covery came to late,</L>
<L>For now the Game was wone;</L>
<L>An empty Pocket was their Fate,</L>
<L>And all the Fools undone.</L>
<L>Ex&mdash; B-nk, <HI>and the</HI> Exchange,</L>
<L>Ea&s;t-Indians <HI>Old and New,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all the World this very Game,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Too bu&s;ily pur&s;ue.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Notes, Bills and Stock, and Actions fall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or without Rea&s;on ri&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ju&s;t as the Jugglers at</HI> Wh&mdash;hal,</L>
<L><HI>Or</HI> M&mdash;cer's Chappel <HI>plea&s;e.</HI></L>
<PB N="13" REF="46">
<L><HI>The great One's have Sham fallings out,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To draw the Le&s;&s;er in;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But the true Quarrel is, not who,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But how much each &s;hall win.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And when the &s;mall One's give their Voice,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who &s;hall be mo&s;t Empowr'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>They have but Liberty of Choice,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By whom they'l be devour'd.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. X. The <HI>Wolf</HI> and <HI>Dog.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Half fami&s;ht <HI>Wolf</HI> met a jolly fat Dog,</L>
<L>That was let out for Air, and free'd from th' Clog.</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>I&s;grim,</HI> Friend <HI>Towzer,</HI> thou ha&s;t what I lack,</L>
<L>How com'&s;t thou by all this good Fle&s;h on thy back?</L>
<L>Says <HI>Towzer,</HI> I lodge, and am fed at <HI>Wh&mdash;hal,</HI></L>
<L>I live like a Prince, and do nothing but bawl.</L>
<L>You live like a Felon, by paltry Sheep-&s;tealing,</L>
<L>But if you'l be rul'd, and u&s;e double-dealing,</L>
<L>I'll help you to mighty Preferment at C&mdash;rt.</L>
<L>And you &s;hall pay nothing, but Flattery for't.</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>I&s;grim,</HI> I like the Conditions &s;o well,</L>
<L>I long till I'm there, for I &s;oon &s;hou'd excel;</L>
<L>I can cringe like a <HI>Beau,</HI> and humour <HI>My Lord,</HI></L>
<L>And prai&s;e e'ry foppi&s;h Non&s;en&s;ical word.</L>
<L>'Tis enough, &s;ays the <HI>Cur;</HI> &s;o onward they jogg'd.</L>
<L>Till <HI>Towzer,</HI> who often was collar'd and clogg'd,</L>
<L>Like a <HI>Cur</HI> of good Manners in bowing betray'd</L>
<L>The Ring on his Neck, which the Collar had made.</L>
<L>Says the crafty fly <HI>Wolf,</HI> in that Circle &s;ome Spell</L>
<L>I &s;uppo&s;e is contain'd, by which you live well.</L>
<L>'Tis only, &s;ays <HI>Towzer,</HI> ne'r mind it I pray,</L>
<L>Some loo&s;e hair my Collar has fretted away.</L>
<L>Says <HI>I&s;grim,</HI> I owe you, Sir, thanks for this gra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e,</L>
<L>But if there's a Collar, that alters the ca&s;e.</L>
<PB N="14" REF="47">
<L>I'll purcha&s;e my Place by by no &s;uch &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>But forrage the Woods, and not alter Condition.</L>
<L><HI>The Wealth, and the Pow'r of great Places plea&s;e all,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who wou'd &s;hun the Fatigue, they're encumber'd withall.</HI></L>
<L><HI>They wou'd have the Profit without the Attendance,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;hift of the burden of &s;lavi&s;h dependance.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But here they may &s;ee by the</HI> Wolf, <HI>and the</HI> Dog,</L>
<L><HI>They that will have the Fat, mu&s;t &s;ubmit to the Clog.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="11" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XI. Fal&s;e <HI>Piety.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Sick Man lay at point of Death,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t ready to re&s;ign his Breath.</L>
<L>Hard by the Bed his tender Wife</L>
<L>Stood, weeping, with Outrageous Grief;</L>
<L>Waiting the Moment that &s;hould &s;ix,</L>
<L>And make her his Executrix.</L>
<L>She wrung her Hands, and tore her Hair,</L>
<L>And put up many a fervent Prayer.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Will Cruel</HI> Death, &s;he raving cry'd,</L>
<L><HI>No other Way be &s;atisfy'd?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh! will ye on no Terms relent?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will he take no Equivalent?</HI></L>
<L><HI>So far below thee Life I prize,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll be thy willing Sacrifice.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Remor&s;le&s;s</HI> Death, <HI>attend my Call,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who thy devoted Victim fall.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All this, <HI>Death</HI> was at hand, and heard;</L>
<L>Obey'd the Summons, and appear'd.</L>
<L>The Wife, who thought of nothing le&s;s,</L>
<L>Confounded at his Readine&s;s.</L>
<L>Surpriz'd, amaz'd, and Terrify'd,</L>
<L>Straight &s;natch'd the Candle up, and cry'd;</L>
<L><HI>Pray, let me light you, Sir; I know</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Errand, and will wait on you.</HI></L>
<PB N="15" REF="47">
<L><HI>My Husband's Time; alas! is come,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And he lies ready in the Room:</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Doctors too have done you Wrong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To keep him from you, here, thus long.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Where Int're&s;t rules, and Profit lies at Stake,</L>
<L>All &s;orts of People large Profe&s;&s;ions make.</L>
<L>But, as in Trade, when Men on Credit buy,</L>
<L>The Wi&s;e &s;i&s;pect their Pay that bid too high:</L>
<L>So in all Obligations that include</L>
<L>More than a Favour's worth in Gratitude,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e we conclude, or ra&s;h the Vows they make;</L>
<L>And only upon Force their Words we take.</L>
<L>So have we known, not many Ages &s;ince,</L>
<L>By Sham-Care&s;&s;es, a deluded Prince</L>
<L>Indulge his Foes; and to their Mea&s;ures yield,</L>
<L>Wo did his Ruin on his Favour build.</L>
<L>We know, when Words were wanting to expre&s;s</L>
<L>The Timpany of Zeal in each Addre&s;s,</L>
<L>The Trifles Blood and Trea&s;ure, to a Drop,</L>
<L>Devoted were, and daily offer'd up:</L>
<L>The crouded <HI>Gazettes</HI> did a loud proclaim</L>
<L>The hollow Promi&s;es, that thronging came</L>
<L>But when his Wants their real Aid requir'd,</L>
<L>And he their boa&s;ted Services de&s;ir'd,</L>
<L>Th' &V;ngrateful Vipers lu&s;ty grown, and &s;trong,</L>
<L>The Bo&s;om, in Return, that warm'd 'em, &s;tung;</L>
<L>Happy was he that fir&s;t could get away,</L>
<L>And him, they promis'd to &s;upport, betray.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="12" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="16" REF="48">
<HEAD>FAB. XII. The <HI>Wolf</HI> turn'd <HI>Preacher.</HI></HEAD>
<L><HI>A Wolf, whom Health and Strength had left,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Was fallen into Want;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Unable to &s;ub&s;i&s;t on Theft,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;olv'd to be a Saint.</HI></L>
<L><HI>In a &s;hort Cloak, and little Band,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The New-converted Preacher,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By Means of Formal Tone, and Cant,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Was grown a famous Teacher.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shoals of the Mob he daily caught,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Sin-confounding Texts, Sirs:</HI></L>
<L><HI>No precious, painful Brother taught</HI></L>
<L><HI>More Edifying Lectures.</HI></L>
<L><HI>At length a Rake-Hell of the Wood,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That had found out his Haunt,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cry'd,</HI> Thou wilt make, Old <HI>Ne'er be Good,</HI></L>
<L>The Devil of a Saint.</L>
<L>Come, lay the Ma&s;querade a&s;ide,</L>
<L>And let your Comrade know</L>
<L>What Roguery you hide,</L>
<L>That's worth Transforming &s;o.</L>
<L>Oh! <HI>quoth the Old Apo&s;tate</HI> Wolf,</L>
<L>Thy lewd Dicentious Ear</L>
<L>Is &s;carce yet &s;anctifi'd enough,</L>
<L>The&s;e precious Truths to hear.</L>
<L>Like you I rang'd at large; and none</L>
<L>More rampant was, while young:</L>
<L>But now my Teeth and heels are gone,</L>
<L>I For age with my Tongue.</L>
<L>I wheedle, flatter, cant, and pray;</L>
<L>De&s;&s;emble, fawn, and lye:</L>
<L>The &s;ily Rout think all I &s;ay</L>
<L>Meer Go&s;pel-Verity.</L>
<PB N="17" REF="48">
<L>To me all tru&s;t; both Young, and Old;</L>
<L>Smooth Kids, and tender Lambs:</L>
<L>I have the Culling of the Fold,</L>
<L>And milking of the Dams.</L>
<L>You may perchance a Lamb &s;urprize;</L>
<L>But if you &s;hould be &s;een,</L>
<L>The pari&s;h, with their Curs, would ri&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;trip you of your Skin.</L>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>Let empty Fops of Play-hou&s;e Conque&s;t vaunt,</L>
<L>And toa&s;t the La&s;s that did the Favour grant:</L>
<L><HI>Beau</HI>'s may by vain, and feign'd Intrigues recite;</L>
<L>But the true Letcher, is, the Hypocrite.</L>
<L>And <HI>B&mdash;g-&s;s,</HI> in his Tub, debauches more</L>
<L>Than ever <HI>Meggs</HI> did on that Spot before.</L>
<L>The godly have the Gifts, the Wicked want;</L>
<L>For Scandal only's &s;inful in a Saint.</L>
<L>Thy Maids their brawny Pa&s;tour's Silence tru&s;t;</L>
<L>And make them Heroes in Records of Lu&s;t.</L>
<L>For this <HI>Moor-Feilds</HI> and <HI>Tunbridge</HI> mu&s;t be priz'd;</L>
<L>But <HI>Cr&mdash;o, B&mdash;ll</HI> and <HI>Wallis</HI> Canoniz'd.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="13" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XIII. The <HI>Satyr</HI> and the <HI>Traveller.</HI></HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>TO his poor Cell a <HI>Satyr</HI> led</L>
<L>A <HI>Traveller,</HI> with Cold half dead;</L>
<L>And with great Kindne&s;s treated:</L>
<L>A Fire, No&s;e-high, he made him &s;traight;</L>
<L>Show'd him his Elbow-Chair of State,</L>
<L>And near the Chimney &s;eated.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="18" REF="49">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>His tingling Hands the <HI>Stranger</HI> blows;</L>
<L>At which the <HI>Satyr</HI> wond'ring, ro&s;e,</L>
<L>And humbly ask'd the Rea&s;on.</L>
<L><HI>Sir,</HI> quoth the Man, <HI>I mean no Harm;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I only do't, my Hands to warm,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In this Cold, Fro&s;ty Sea&s;on.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The <HI>Satyr</HI> gave him, from the Pot,</L>
<L>A me&s;s of Porridge, piping hot:</L>
<L>The Man blow'd o'er his Grewel.</L>
<L><HI>What's that for, Friend?</HI> the <HI>Satyr</HI> cry'd.</L>
<L><HI>To cool my Broth,</HI> his <HI>Gue&s;t</HI> reply'd:</L>
<L><HI>And Truth, Sir, is a Jewel.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L><HI>How!</HI> quoth his <HI>Host; Then is it &s;o?</HI></L>
<L><HI>And can you Contradictions blow?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Turn out, and leave my Cottage.</HI></L>
<L><HI>This hone&s;t Man&s;ion ne'er &s;hall hold</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such Ra&s;cals as blow</HI> Hot <HI>and</HI> Cold:</L>
<L><HI>The De'il mu&s;t find you Pottage.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="moral">
<HEAD>MORAL.</HEAD>
<L>The C&mdash;'s de&s;ir'd, that in their next Choice.</L>
<L>They'd be pleas'd, from this <HI>Fable,</HI> to take good Advice:</L>
<L>For a man that two <HI>Churches</HI> at once has in view,</L>
<L>Shams both in their turns, and to neither is true.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="49">
<P>AESOP AT AMSTERDAM.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="50">
<PB REF="50">
<HEAD>Epi&s;tle Dedicatory, TO <HI>Old</HI> AESOP <HI>at</HI> Whitehal, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>FATHER,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>WHERE the Devil have you been all this while? It is now ever &s;ince the fifty fourth <HI>Olympiad</HI> you dy'd at <HI>Delphos,</HI> and to ari&s;e again at <HI>Whitehal</HI> is very remarkable. I am now apt to believe the Doctrine of <HI>Tran&s;migration,</HI> and that your Soul having pa&s;t the Habitations of the Bodies of the Hor&s;e, the A&s;s, and other Bea&s;ts, you'r now informing the Body of a Courtier. Good Dad! don't come too near me, you &s;tink mo&s;t damnably of Sulphur, I'm almo&s;t &s;uffocated. You have been lamentably paid off in t'other Country; your Clothes are horridly bedawb'd with liquid Bitumen, Links, Flambeaux and Card-matches; you make a very indifferent Figure indeed Father. What Country you have been in I can't tell, but by your new Fables I find you have liv'd under a Monarchical Government, and are mightily in love with it, as are my Two elder Brothers of <HI>Tunbridge</HI> and <HI>Bathe;</HI> but you younge&s;t Son, my Right Wor&s;hipful &s;elf, begs your Pardon if he don't jump with you and the re&s;t of his Brethren in their Notions of Government. You can't
<PB REF="51"> tell, Father, what a lamentable &s;pot of work you have made with the Fables you wrote the fir&s;t time you liv'd; the &s;ower <HI>Pedagogues</HI> have made the blind Cheeks of many a Boy as raw as a piece of Beef, becau&s;e they could not under&s;tand 'em; nay I have been per&s;ecuted my &s;elf upon the &s;ame ac|count. Be&s;ides, <HI>Sir,</HI> your Fables have been the foun|dation of abundance of Lies; your Book &s;erves in|&s;tead of a Charter to the Mythologi&s;ts of all Ages; you &s;tand in competition even with the Devil him|&s;elf, which &s;hall be the reputed Father of Liars. And one would think after you had &s;lept &s;o many Years, your Con&s;ultation with your Pillow might have afforded you better Thoughts. 'Tis pity, Fa|ther, you and I &s;hould fall out after &s;o long ab&s;ence; but you ought to allow us that live upon the &s;urface of the Terre&s;trial Globe, to &s;ee farther than you, who have been &s;o many Years embowel'd in the Ca|verns of the Earth: Indeed, Father, I would ad|vi&s;e you to return home again unle&s;s you had brought better Notions with you from t'other Country; for tho&s;e po&s;&s;e&s;t with your Notions here, we e&s;teem either Stupid or Mad. Now being in this place, Father, and breathing in a free Air, I can talk of nothing but Freedom, Liberty and Property, I hope, if it does offend the A&s;&s;ertors of Tyranny, they'll con&s;ider I am in a common A&s;ylum, and out of their reach.</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><HI>AMSTERDAM</HI></DATELINE></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<PB N="1" REF="51">
<HEAD>AESOP AT AMSTERDAM.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. I. The <HI>Summons.</HI></HEAD>
<L>THE mighty <HI>Pu&s;s,</HI> not long &s;ince rul'd the State,</L>
<L>Beneath a lone&s;om Furzbu&s;h purring &s;at;</L>
<L>Stroak'd her long Smellers, and rejoic'd to &s;ee</L>
<L>Her awful Picture in her Progeny:</L>
<L>Mean while her Kitlings dance before her face,</L>
<L>And to&s;s, like trembling Mice, the Roots of Gra&s;s.</L>
<L>Not one among&s;t 'em but a Claw does wear,</L>
<L>Fit a Monarchic Tyrant Rat to tear.</L>
<L>The Good old Cau&s;e inform'd the Mother's Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Darts through their Eyes, is by their mein expre&s;t.</L>
<L>Such, &s;uch the antient Race of Heroes were,</L>
<L>Who did their Rights before their Lives prefer.</L>
<L>She calls one to her, of the elde&s;t brood;</L>
<L>Do&s;t know, &s;aid &s;he, how drown'd in native Blood</L>
<L>My Country lies? how the wild Boars invade</L>
<L>The Land, and de&s;art have my Country laid?</L>
<PB N="2" REF="52">
<L>'Tis true, I once did ea&s;e 'em of their Pain;</L>
<L>But they, like Fools, embrac'd again the Chain;</L>
<L>Wear tho&s;e dull Fetters I &s;o kindly broke,</L>
<L>And halt, like Slaves, beneath the &s;ervile Yoke.</L>
<L>Once more I'll try, if my Advice may prove</L>
<L>Succe&s;sful, once exert my antient Love;</L>
<L>Summon the Slaves to meet at <HI>Whitehal</HI> Gate,</L>
<L>Beneath the Scaffold where I whilom &s;ate,</L>
<L>And puni&s;h Tyranny, the wor&s;t of Crimes;</L>
<L>A ju&s;t example unto future Times.</L>
<L>Young <HI>Pu&s;s</HI> the Me&s;&s;age takes, and bids fair warning</L>
<L>To all the Slaves t'appear the next Morning.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. II. <HI>The Interview.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THE Morning come, the Slaves await,</L>
<L>And flock like Bees 'bout <HI>Whitehal</HI> Gate.</L>
<L>Some yoak'd, like Country Hogs appear;</L>
<L>Others confounded Fetters wear,</L>
<L>And &s;ome mo&s;t horrid Burdens bear.</L>
<L>Thus loaded, thus en&s;lav'd, oppre&s;t;</L>
<L>Nature, 'tis &s;trange, don't call for re&s;t:</L>
<L>Tho legs are gall'd, and &s;houldiers &s;ore,</L>
<L>The bulky Slaves &s;till crave for more:</L>
<L>And not an Ideot of the Town</L>
<L>Has &s;en&s;e to lay his Burden down.</L>
<L>Strait <HI>Pu&s;s</HI> in maje&s;ty appears,</L>
<L>Mounting the Scaffold, pricks her Ears,</L>
<L>Shakes her Maje&s;tick Head, aloud</L>
<L>She thus be&s;poke the num'rous Crowd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have de&s;erted long the nau&s;eous Town,</L>
<L>Mourning my Country's Ruin, and my own</L>
<L>Expos'd to Tyranny, whil&s;t Bea&s;ts of prey</L>
<L>Ravage my Fields, and &s;teal my Lambs away.</L>
<PB N="3" REF="52">
<L>My Free-born Subjects now are forc'd to bear</L>
<L>Loads, which more fit for backs of Camels are;</L>
<L>You well de&s;erve the Fetters you do wear.</L>
<L>You under heavy iron Shakels pine,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Fathers did in glorious Armour &s;hine,</L>
<L>Thro' fields of Blood to Freedom cut their way,</L>
<L>And taught the proude&s;t Tyrants to obey;</L>
<L>By me &s;upported, potent Tyrants fell</L>
<L>A Sacrifice to their ju&s;t Cau&s;e and Hell;</L>
<L>No more, no more their &s;acred Linage &s;tain,</L>
<L>No more their Name in your cur&s;t Race profane.</L>
<L>Let not their Off-&s;pring &s;uch Alliance have,</L>
<L>Shakles were ne're the Trophies of the Brave;</L>
<L>They could wide Conque&s;ts, and ju&s;t Honours boa&s;t,</L>
<L>But you, dull Slaves! have all your Freedom lo&s;t.</L>
<L>Where e're a Tyrant rais'd his impious Head,</L>
<L>Strait their bold Hands &s;trook the damn'd Mon&s;t'r dead</L>
<L>Had you a &s;park of ancient Honour left,</L>
<L>You &s;hould not long be of thy Aid bereft;</L>
<L>My Claws are hard and &s;harp as e're they were,</L>
<L>As fit a Tyrant and his Rats to tear.</L>
<L>The Villains that &s;upport a Tyrant Crown,</L>
<L>This angry Tail will horridly &s;weep down;</L>
<L>Shake off your Fetters once, and you &s;hall &s;ee,</L>
<L>I'll once more &s;ave you from cur&s;t Slavery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;aid, and away gallop'd amain,</L>
<L>But in hopes they their Sen&s;e would recover again;</L>
<L>For a Doctor will never the Fatigue endure.</L>
<L>To heal &s;uch dull Blockheads, that don't love the Cure.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. III. The <HI>Frogs</HI> Concern.</HEAD>
<L>A Generous Race of croaking <HI>Frogs,</HI></L>
<L>Which lay entrench't betwixt two Bogs.</L>
<PB N="4" REF="53">
<L>Who as the morning Sun did &s;hine,</L>
<L>Daily encrea&s;t their &s;tock divine;</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as the Solar Influence burn'd,</L>
<L>Prolifick &s;pawn to Life was turn'd,</L>
<L>Until the young ones had at length</L>
<L>An equal Vigor, equal Strength.</L>
<L>So numerous at length they prove,</L>
<L>They &s;upplicate mighty <HI>Jove;</HI></L>
<L>A King and Governour they crave,</L>
<L>As other Bea&s;ts and In&s;ects have:</L>
<L>But <HI>Jove</HI> allow'd all Mortal Elves,</L>
<L>To chu&s;e a Monarch for them&s;elves.</L>
<L>The Croaking Elders now con&s;ult</L>
<L>About a King, and the Re&s;ult</L>
<L>Was, that a neighb'ring Log &s;hould be</L>
<L>Executor of Monarchy.</L>
<L>About the Log their Heads they rai&s;e,</L>
<L>In &s;ounds uncouth they croak his Prai&s;e:</L>
<L>At length &s;ome crawl upon his Top,</L>
<L>And frisk about, and croak and hop:</L>
<L>Says one <HI>Frog,</HI> Here's fine bu&s;ine&s;s done,</L>
<L>Was e're a King thus trampl'd one?</L>
<L>'Troth, &s;ays another antient <HI>Frog,</HI></L>
<L>We'll ne'r be govern'd by a Log;</L>
<L>The heat at length &s;o far aro&s;e,</L>
<L>They did the Loggerhead depo&s;e.</L>
<L>To new Election they proceed,</L>
<L>And to their Hearts content &s;ucceed;</L>
<L>A neighbouring Stork at length they cho&s;e,</L>
<L>Which &s;hou'd their Heats and Feuds compo&s;e:</L>
<L>He took upon him the Command</L>
<L>Of all the People in <HI>Frogland;</HI></L>
<L>But he as t'other 'fore had done,</L>
<L>Made it an Arbitrary Throne;</L>
<L>Up from the Mud the <HI>Frogs</HI> would pick,</L>
<L>And &s;queeze their Corps within his Beak,</L>
<L>One <HI>Frog</HI> much wi&s;er than the re&s;t,</L>
<L>To the&s;e about him thus addre&s;t:</L>
<PB N="5" REF="53">
<L>Good Friends, this is confounded work;</L>
<L>Shall we be govern'd by a Stork;</L>
<L>To have our Bones in pieces torn,</L>
<L>Our young ones eat ju&s;t as they'r born?</L>
<L>As if Kings only had a Power</L>
<L>To ruin Subjects and devour;</L>
<L>I think 'tis ju&s;t to chu&s;e agen:</L>
<L>The brood of <HI>Frogs</HI> all croak'd, <HI>Amen.</HI></L>
<L>The next they cho&s;e was a dull A&s;s,</L>
<L>Which prov'd as bad as t'other was;</L>
<L>For tho' he was not &s;o malicious,</L>
<L>His folly made him as pernicious;</L>
<L>Stumbling on Empire, oft he &s;tood</L>
<L>Upon his Subjects choak's in Mud:</L>
<L>Whole beds of Spawn he did de&s;troy,</L>
<L>At every flounce did <HI>Frogs</HI> annoy.</L>
<L>The Devil's in't, &s;aid one, for we</L>
<L>In chu&s;ing Kings &s;till wretched be.</L>
<L><HI>Thus often we have cho&s;e a King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;till have found it the &s;ame thing.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IV. The <HI>Kees</HI> and the <HI>Hornet.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Hive of <HI>Bees</HI> had plunder'd ev'ry Field,</L>
<L>And ev'ry Herb dees Wax or Hony yield:</L>
<L>Large Troops of Winged force they daily arm,</L>
<L>Large as the Flocks that about <HI>Hybla</HI> &s;warm;</L>
<L>From di&s;tant Fields did ev'ry Evening come,</L>
<L>Loaden with Sweets and whol&s;om Hony home:</L>
<L>Ble&s;t with abundant Wealth the Sworm do's thrive</L>
<L>Beneath the Ble&s;&s;ings of a well-&s;tock't Hive.</L>
<L>But Wealth and Luxury together go,</L>
<L>And <HI>Bees,</HI> when rich, do vain and wanton grow;</L>
<L>Pamper'd with Food, they loath their happy Face,</L>
<L>And Changlings like, attempt to change their State.</L>
<PB N="6" REF="54">
<L>Large Herds they &s;aw, as they abroad did rove,</L>
<L>Govern'd by Monarchs, by the leave of <HI>Jove.</HI></L>
<L>They <HI>Jupiter</HI> invoke, that al&s;o he</L>
<L>Would plea&s;e to favour them with Monarchy.</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> from <HI>Olympus</HI> nodding gave con&s;ent,</L>
<L>And &s;trait the <HI>Bees</HI> to an Election went.</L>
<L>An o'regrown <HI>Hornet</HI> in an Oaken-Tree,</L>
<L>Was what they choo&s;e, and mu&s;t their Sov'raign be:</L>
<L>For Bulk and Valour was elected King,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Warrior ever drew a Sting.</L>
<L>His Paunch more Hony &s;till did bear away</L>
<L>Then ten &s;trong <HI>Bees</HI> could gather in a Day.</L>
<L>But what was wor&s;e, he often wou'd invite</L>
<L>His Family to dine and &s;up at Night:</L>
<L>His num'rous Fav'rites did devour more</L>
<L>Than his &s;mall Regions ever &s;aw before;</L>
<L>His lazy Drones did more Provi&s;ion &s;poil,</L>
<L>Than is the product of a Summers toil.</L>
<L>The <HI>Bees</HI> thus robb'd of all their Hony, grieve;</L>
<L>'Tis Winter too, they know not how to live.</L>
<L>Their Monarch goes to rob another Swarm,</L>
<L>And there remain till Summer's heat &s;hall warm.</L>
<L>The <HI>Bees</HI> bereav'd of all their Nouri&s;hment,</L>
<L>Their Wax decay'd, and all their Hony &s;pent;</L>
<L>Around their Hive their Ob&s;equies they &s;ing,</L>
<L>Lament their Fortune, and they cur&s;e their King.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. V. The <HI>Lion</HI> and <HI>Fox.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Youthful <HI>Lion</HI> in the Wood,</L>
<L>Of Bulk and Nature &s;trong;</L>
<L>Still us'd to rav'ning and to blood,</L>
<L>And came to Empire young:</L>
<L>He too, as other Monarchs u&s;e,</L>
<L>New Methods did pur&s;ue:</L>
<PB N="7" REF="54">
<L>His Father's Fav'rites did refu&s;e;</L>
<L>And cho&s;e a &s;et of new.</L>
<L>He having lov'd, and us'd to gore;</L>
<L>An arbitrary &s;way,</L>
<L>A ba&s;e, a wild De&s;potick Pow'r</L>
<L>His Subjects mu&s;t obey.</L>
<L>But want of Brains do &s;till attend</L>
<L>Unlimited Command:</L>
<L>And therefore he would have &s;ome Friend</L>
<L>Might Bu&s;ine&s;s under&s;tand.</L>
<L>There was a cunning <HI>Fox</HI> liv'd near,</L>
<L>For many years had kill'd</L>
<L>The neighb'ring Lambs and Poultry there,</L>
<L>With Bones his Kennel fill'd.</L>
<L>He &s;ummon'd <HI>Reynard</HI> to appear,</L>
<L>Next Night, at Council Board.</L>
<L>Which <HI>Reynard</HI> did, and when was there,</L>
<L>Look'd grave as any Lord.</L>
<L>The <HI>Lion</HI> told him he mu&s;t be</L>
<L>The chief Support of State.</L>
<L>At which kind <HI>Reynard</HI> bow'd his Knee,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h'd him better Fate.</L>
<L>O, &s;ays the <HI>Lion,</HI> thou art skill'd</L>
<L>In Arbitrary Sway:</L>
<L>Thou many Bea&s;ts and Fowls ha&s;t kill'd,</L>
<L>To govern know'&s;t the way.</L>
<L>Ask and I'll give thee any thing,</L>
<L>Is in my Pow'r to give:</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be next unto the King</L>
<L>As long as I do live.</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Reynard,</HI> make me then the Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>I'll make all Bea&s;ts your Slaves:</L>
<L>The Body You, I Soul at lea&s;t,</L>
<L>Wi'll tyrannize by halves.</L>
<L><HI>Thus Fate did Men to thraldom bring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oppre&s;t ju&s;t like a Bea&s;t;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rod, &s;pur'd, and whip'd by &s;uch a King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ke &s;o lewd a Prie&s;t.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="6" TYPE="fable">
<PB N="8" REF="55">
<HEAD>FAB. VI. The <HI>Wee&s;il, Rats</HI> and <HI>Mice.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Mighty <HI>Wee&s;il</HI> of Renown,</L>
<L>Well ver&s;t in things of State,</L>
<L>Was cho&s;en King all o're the Town,</L>
<L>Of all the <HI>Mice</HI> and <HI>Rats.</HI></L>
<L>His Coronation Day was come,</L>
<L>And all the Grandees meet</L>
<L>The <HI>Wee&s;il</HI> in a gaudy Room,</L>
<L>And bow beneath his Feet.</L>
<L>His Chair of State was Rind of Chee&s;e,</L>
<L>And o're his Royal Head</L>
<L>Some Bacon &s;wer'd in goodly gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Like Canopy was &s;pread.</L>
<L>At length he walks and &s;truts about,</L>
<L>Like any Lord or Duke;</L>
<L>Sometimes he do's one Subject flout,</L>
<L>And &s;ometimes one rebuke.</L>
<L>He calls an aged <HI>Rat</HI> a&s;ide,</L>
<L>And ask'd him his advice,</L>
<L>Whether a Project mayn't be try'd</L>
<L>To eat up all the <HI>Mice.</HI></L>
<L>Ay, quoth the <HI>Rat,</HI> your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>May be well &s;atisfy'd.</L>
<L><HI>Mice</HI> haters are of Monarchy,</L>
<L>And Regal State deride.</L>
<L>The <HI>Rats</HI> and <HI>Wee&s;ils</HI> now devour</L>
<L>The <HI>Mice</HI> in pitious &s;ort,</L>
<L>They dye the Cellers with their Gore,</L>
<L>And with their Bones they &s;port.</L>
<L>At length the <HI>Mice</HI> are all de&s;troy'd,</L>
<L>The <HI>Wee&s;ils</HI> and the <HI>Rats</HI></L>
<L>Would other Food find out abroad,</L>
<L>But that they fear'd the Cats.</L>
<PB N="9" REF="55">
<L>The <HI>Wee&s;ils</HI> now together plot,</L>
<L>How they the <HI>Rats</HI> may eat;</L>
<L>Provi&s;ion mu&s;t be daily got,</L>
<L>Kings mu&s;t have &s;umptuous Meat.</L>
<L>The <HI>Rats</HI> now all do go to pot:</L>
<L>Some Bak'd, &s;ome Boil'd, &s;ome Roa&s;ted;</L>
<L>'Tis hop'd they had not then forgot</L>
<L>How they the <HI>Mice</HI> acco&s;ted.</L>
<L><HI>Thus &s;ome Men oft by Tyrant Power.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Kindred, Subject Slaves devour,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Do all the Villanies are done</HI></L>
<L><HI>To prop a bea&s;tly Tyrant Throne;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho' others Blood the Tyrant fill'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They mu&s;t at length to's Fury yield;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nought &s;tops a Tyrant's Cour&s;e but Decollation,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or el&s;e a modern Abdication.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="7" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VII. <HI>Lubberland.</HI></HEAD>
<L>A Land there is, as Maps do tell,</L>
<L>(Tho' they de&s;cribe it not right well)</L>
<L>Nor near the <HI>Hot</HI> nor <HI>Frigid Zone,</HI></L>
<L>But Latitude of fifty one;</L>
<L>In Nature's plenty do's abound,</L>
<L>With Fruits and Flocks is amply crown'd:</L>
<L>The Natives never are content</L>
<L>But with tyrannick Government;</L>
<L>They Men re&s;emble by their Faces,</L>
<L>But by their Backs re&s;emble A&s;&s;es</L>
<L>For each is born with a great pack,</L>
<L>A warlike Saddle on his Back,</L>
<L>Which do's adorn the parts are upper.</L>
<L>On neither parts they wear a Crupper.</L>
<L>Their Kings, as 'tis decreed by <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Do always jump down from above.</L>
<PB N="10" REF="56">
<L>Arm'd <HI>Cap-a-pee</HI> with Boots and Spurs,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t fit to mount &s;uch &s;ervile Curs:</L>
<L>With Hunting-Whips they daily maul'em</L>
<L>And with long rowl'd Spurs do gall 'em.</L>
<L>He only is the great <HI>Bravado,</HI></L>
<L>Has mo&s;t the Regal <HI>Ba&s;tinado.</HI></L>
<L>They leap and jump, and frisk and skip,</L>
<L>And &s;ing the Prai&s;es of the Whip:</L>
<L>They bear the La&s;h without bogging,</L>
<L>Extol the Royal Art of flogging.</L>
<L>With Blanket-Coat and wooden-Shoes,</L>
<L>The Man the Camel &s;carce out does.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Freemen feed on Dainties fine,</L>
<L>The&s;e do on Bread and Garlick dine;</L>
<L>And if they &s;pend a <HI>Sous</HI> in Wine,</L>
<L>The Health drank round mu&s;t always be;</L>
<L>Their Kings applauded Tyranny;</L>
<L>Still let 'em be curs'd Slaves for me.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="8" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. VIII. <HI>Hawk</HI> and <HI>Birds.</HI></HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>A <HI>Hawk,</HI> that of Yore</L>
<L>Had long weltred in Gore,</L>
<L>And many a <HI>Sparrow</HI> had kill'd;</L>
<L>By the <HI>Birds</HI> &s;he was told,</L>
<L>Now he was grown old,</L>
<L>He his number of Sins had fullfil'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>No, &s;aid the old <HI>Hawk</HI></L>
<L>My Actions to balk</L>
<L>If you &s;hall but once thus <HI>combino,</HI></L>
<PB N="11" REF="56">
<L>The Gods will avenge,</L>
<L>My Cau&s;e will revenge,</L>
<L>I may murder ye <HI>Jure Divino.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The Gods, &s;aid the <HI>Birds,</HI></L>
<L>We'll not take their words;</L>
<L>If they've 'gin you an Ab&s;olute Power,</L>
<L>They've 'gin us a part,</L>
<L>Is not worth a Fart,</L>
<L>While you have a Right to devour.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The <HI>Birds</HI> all agreed,</L>
<L>And thus 'twas decreed,</L>
<L>That Slaves they no longer would be;</L>
<L>They throttl'd their King,</L>
<L>Then &s;weetly did &s;ing</L>
<L>The Prai&s;es of free Liberty.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="9" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. IX. The <HI>Owl</HI> and the <HI>Mice.</HI></HEAD>
<L>THE harmle&s;s <HI>Mice</HI> by Tyranny oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>And by the <HI>Owls</HI> va&s;t in&s;olence di&s;tre&s;t,</L>
<L>Came to a con&s;ult, where they did debate</L>
<L>Of Means to &s;ave their yet declining State.</L>
<L>Up &s;tands a <HI>Mou&s;e</HI> of generous noble Blood,</L>
<L>Free from the Fears of the more &s;lavi&s;h Brood;</L>
<L>Says he, my Project, Sirs, I hope will take,</L>
<L>We'll tie a Bell about the <HI>Owls</HI> damn'd Neck:</L>
<L>Thus when the Tyrant's Bell do's ever toll</L>
<L>Each <HI>Mou&s;e</HI> &s;ecures him&s;elf within his hole.</L>
<L>At which a <HI>Mou&s;e</HI> for Courage fam'd, aro&s;e,</L>
<L>And did as follows to the re&s;t propo&s;e;</L>
<L>Brethren, &s;ays he, this Enterprize is vain,</L>
<L>There is no end of this Tyrannick Reign,</L>
<PB N="12" REF="57">
<L>As long as <HI>Owl,</HI> or any of his kind,</L>
<L>Shall here Dominion and an Empire find:</L>
<L>You may hang Bells about his Neck, but then</L>
<L>He pecks it off, and turns an <HI>Owl</HI> agen.</L>
<L>Let's try for once, &s;ince our Condition's &s;o,</L>
<L>What bold <HI>Micean</HI> Potentates can do.</L>
<L>The only way to guard our Empire well,</L>
<L>Is both to rid out &s;elves of <HI>Owl</HI> and Bell.</L>
<L>Thus we our State and Freedom &s;hall repair,</L>
<L>And live as our Fore-fathers were.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="10" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. X. <HI>Neptune</HI> and the <HI>Fi&s;hes.</HI></HEAD>
<L><HI>NEptune</HI> the God of the Tempe&s;tuous Deep,</L>
<L>When's Brother <HI>Boreas</HI> hu&s;h't the Storms a&s;leep;</L>
<L>Upon a Rock erected had his Throne,</L>
<L>His Chair of State was carv'd out of the Stone;</L>
<L>On either hand the lovely <HI>Mermaids</HI> &s;ate,</L>
<L>The glittering Pageants of the Monarch's State;</L>
<L>The golden Tre&s;&s;es which their Heads adorn.</L>
<L>Dy'd with the yellow glittering of the Morn.</L>
<L>He &s;hook his Trident when both far and near</L>
<L>His <HI>Guard du Corps</HI> of Tritons &s;hook for fear;</L>
<L>One he commanded &s;trait to go and tell.</L>
<L>All Clans of Fi&s;h beneath the Surface dwell,</L>
<L>That to his Court they pre&s;ently repair,</L>
<L>Away the <HI>Triton</HI> flounc'd as &s;wift as Air,</L>
<L>The &s;caly Tribes in endle&s;s numbers flock</L>
<L>And rendevouz before the Royal Rock;</L>
<L><HI>Neptune</HI> in State unto the brink did go,</L>
<L>An view'd the num'rous Shoals of Fi&s;h below:</L>
<L>Then pointing to the <HI>Mermaids,</HI> thus he &s;aid,</L>
<L><HI>See there the lovely work the Gods have made,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By them and Nature de&s;tin'd for my own,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The ju&s;t Supporters of my vertuous Throne.</HI></L>
<PB N="13" REF="57">
<L><HI>My Plea&s;ure is, that every &s;ort of Fi&s;h,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For them do every Day provide a Di&s;h.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The be&s;t and whole&s;om'&s;t Fi&s;h of every &s;ort,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And bring them every Day unto the Court.</HI></L>
<L>Each Fi&s;h beneath the Surface downward darts,</L>
<L>But glide along with very heavy Hearts;</L>
<L>In vain, &s;ays one, the heav'nly Sun do's burn,</L>
<L>Warm the va&s;t Deep, and <HI>Spawn</HI> to <HI>Fi&s;hes</HI> turn:</L>
<L>The Gods its &s;eem thus <HI>Neptune</HI> has empower'd,</L>
<L>And we are born only to be devour'd;</L>
<L>Our Off-&s;pring &s;till mu&s;t pay their Parents Scores,</L>
<L>Made for a Tyrant's Food, and Bawds and's Whores</L>
<L>When va&s;t la&s;civious Paunches &s;pend always,</L>
<L>More than the num'rous Shoals of <HI>Fi&s;h</HI> can rai&s;e.</L>
<L>No more, &s;aid he, by my con&s;ent, we'll own</L>
<L>A Tyrant's Empire, but abjure his Throne;</L>
<L>The watry Tribes the Motion did approve,</L>
<L>And to his Station every one did move.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="11" TYPE="fable">
<HEAD>FAB. XI. The <HI>A&s;ylum.</HI></HEAD>
<L>THE Princes once did all combine,</L>
<L>The Peoples Liberty to mine;</L>
<L>Would make 'em right or wrong obey</L>
<L>An ab&s;olute De&s;potick Sway:</L>
<L>One Method, was to make us poor,</L>
<L>By loading Taxes more and more;</L>
<L>For when to Poverty Men fall,</L>
<L>They ea&s;ily are brought to thrall:</L>
<L>And when their Spirit's &s;unk and gone,</L>
<L>Tyrants may lay va&s;t Burthens on.</L>
<L>This did in &s;ome, in all it cou'd</L>
<L>Not do: Some Men had better Blood,</L>
<L>And tho' they could not mend their Fate</L>
<L>They murmur'd at the Tyrant's hate;</L>
<PB N="14" REF="58">
<L>Which &s;o incenc'd the Tyrant's Ire,</L>
<L>Some they condemn'd to rav'nous fire;</L>
<L>Some were to &s;lavi&s;h Gallies &s;ent,</L>
<L>Others in Fetters did lament.</L>
<L>Some Men were &s;trangl'd in their Beds,</L>
<L>Others were hang'd, &s;ome lo&s;t their Heads;</L>
<L>Some whipt till bleeding Backs were kill'd,</L>
<L>The Lands with Tyranny were fill'd;</L>
<L>But tho&s;e whom better luck and hap</L>
<L>Did favour with a wi&s;h'd e&s;cape,</L>
<L>A City on <HI>Batavian</HI> Shoar,</L>
<L>Did &s;helter from the Ills before;</L>
<L>Where native Liberty do's thrive,</L>
<L>And no cur&s;t Tyranny can live.</L>
<L>Long live great City, Favourite of Heav'n,</L>
<L>And never want tho&s;e Ble&s;&s;ings thou ha&s;t giv'n.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="58">
<P>A Dialogue between Bow-Steeple DRAGON, AND THE Exchange GRASHOPER.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dialogue">
<PB REF="59">
<PB N="1" REF="59">
<HEAD>Eccle&s;ia &amp; Factio. <HI>A DIALOGUE,</HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dragon.</SPEAKER>
<L>TEll me, proud In&s;ect, &s;ince thou can'&s;t not Fly,</L>
<L>By what a&s;&s;i&s;tance thou art Hopp'd &s;o high:</L>
<L>The bu&s;ie &s;warms of Gnats and Wa&s;ps around</L>
<L>With Hum, and Buz, thy Revelations &s;ound,</L>
<L>And cry in thee (alone) their happine&s;s is found.</L>
<L>Me they De&s;pi&s;e, and thee they Prai&s;e aloud,</L>
<L>Admire thee, and Adore thee as a God:</L>
<L>Mi&s;led by fal&s;e Enthu&s;ia&s;tick Light,</L>
<L>They've rais'd thee now to a De&s;tructive hight,</L>
<L>Who re&s;tle&s;s &s;triv'&s;t, by thy accu&s;tom'd ways,</L>
<L>To &s;tain tho&s;e Glories, which thou ne'er could'&s;t rai&s;e;</L>
<L>And like your Dam (the <HI>Babylonian</HI> Bea&s;t)</L>
<L>Cry down tho&s;e Truths (by which Mankind are Ble&s;t)</L>
<L>Which Rea&s;on, well as Faith, makes manife&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gra&s;hoper.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy Scaly Body, and A&s;piring Wings,</L>
<L>Thy furious Tallons, and thy frightful Stings,</L>
<L>Makes thee &s;eem Mon&s;trous to our milder Flock,</L>
<L>Who Dreaded once, but now Di&s;dains thy Yoke:</L>
<PB N="2" REF="60">
<L>You'd bind our Souls, b'Omnipotence made free,</L>
<L>And Rob us of that Heav'n-born Liberty,</L>
<L>To which we have a Right, as clear as thee</L>
<L>My Sons thou wou'd&s;t unrea&s;onably confine</L>
<L>To wor&s;hip God, within no Walls but thine,</L>
<L>As if the Prayers, from other Temples &s;ent,</L>
<L>Of &s;ighing Souls, who faithfully Repent,</L>
<L>Were Scorn'd, and by repul&s;ion backward driven,</L>
<L>Vani&s;h'd in Air, and reach'd no Ear of Heaven.</L>
<L>Where is its Goodne&s;s? What avails its Grace,</L>
<L>If our &s;incere Repentance wants acce&s;s,</L>
<L>Thro' Heav'ns re&s;pect to either Time, or Place?</L>
<L>Tho&s;e mea&s;ures but our own Projections be,</L>
<L>Unminded of the Great Eternity,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Love Divine moves round the Sinful Ball,</L>
<L>To Ble&s;s each wretch, who on his Mercies call,</L>
<L>Without regard to Place, no matter where,</L>
<L>If the Heart's Contrit, and the Mind Sincere.</L>
<L>Our Humble Guide the great Example yields,</L>
<L>Who Pray'd and Preach'd in Gardens, Mounts, and Fields.</L>
<L>Temples but Sacred from their u&s;e became,</L>
<L>Our Piety makes any Hou&s;e the &s;ame:</L>
<L>Where e'er we in th' Almighty's Name repair,</L>
<L>Omnipotence hath promis'd to be there.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides &mdash;</L>
<L>Our Prayers (by which all-pity'ng Heav'n we move,</L>
<L>To grant us His e&s;timable Love,</L>
<L>When with true Zeal our Pious Souls are warm'd)</L>
<L>Makes the Place Holy, where&s;oe'er perform'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dragon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Thou know'&s;t I'm founded on a fatele&s;s Rock,</L>
<L>Freed from the danger of an envious &s;hock,</L>
<L>Scripture's my Ba&s;s, Immovable I &s;tand,</L>
<L>Guarded by Lawful Pow'r, on ev'ry hand.</L>
<PB N="3" REF="60">
<L>E&s;tabli&s;h'd by a National Con&s;ent,</L>
<L>Preach Faith, and Charity, do Ills prevent;</L>
<L>And for the Truths I Teach am made Predominant.</L>
<L>Stedfa&s;t and Pure, from Innovations free,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd intire from Mutability;</L>
<L>Safe from your Pride, and Envy, Arm'd with Law,</L>
<L>To humble &s;tiff, Preci&s;ians, who withdraw</L>
<L>From my Communion, Con&s;cious to agree</L>
<L>With Heads uncover'd, or a bended Knee,</L>
<L>And think a Bow a rank Idolatry.</L>
<L>Religion, like a Prince, tho' ne'er &s;o Pure,</L>
<L>By Pow'r to Puni&s;h, mu&s;t be made &s;ecure,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e your Saints, to Reformation given,</L>
<L>Would quickly cut Ten Thou&s;and Paths to Heaven.</L>
<L>Could I from Factious In&s;olence be free,</L>
<L>And live un&s;tain'd, without an Enemy,</L>
<L>(But that, till thou art cru&s;h'd, can never be)</L>
<L>Then Church, and State might happily Unite,</L>
<L>To Mankinds Safety, and to Heaven's Delight;</L>
<L>But you, by <HI>Pride,</HI> are &s;well'd to &s;uch a Rage,</L>
<L>(Fed by Vice of a Corrupted Age)</L>
<L>That now you &s;trike, with Envy, at my Pow'r,</L>
<L>And aim'&s;t above my Sacred Head to tow'r:</L>
<L>But all in vain&mdash;</L>
<L>For that Ble&s;t Edifice can never drop,</L>
<L>Which, when a&s;&s;ail'd, good Heav'n is &s;till the prop.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You urge a <HI>Barn,</HI> or <HI>Stable,</HI> where you Meet,</L>
<L>A <HI>Field,</HI> a <HI>Coffee-Hou&s;e, Dancing-School,</HI> or <HI>Street,</HI></L>
<L>Are fit for Heav'nly Wor&s;hip, and for <HI>Prayer</HI></L>
<L>Sacred, as unpoluted Temples are</L>
<L>Rare Arrogance indeed, &s;o vilely prone,</L>
<L>To ju&s;tify Irreverence to a God-head done.</L>
<L>A Room where Men their common Lu&s;ts pur&s;ue,</L>
<L><HI>Drink Swear, Lye, Cheat,</HI> all Worldly-bu&s;ine&s;s do,</L>
<L>In Chri&s;tian Rea&s;on, is a hopeful Place</L>
<L>To beg God's Pre&s;ence, or exprect His Grace;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t His own Hou&s;e, for Holy u&s;e ordain'd,</L>
<L>To Him Erected, by our Sins un&s;tain'd,</L>
<PB N="4" REF="61">
<L>Shall be De&s;pis'd, and Unregarded &s;tand,</L>
<L>A u&s;ele&s;s Fabrick, in an Impious Land:</L>
<L>Yet do'&s;t thou grumble in oppre&s;&s;ive Tones,</L>
<L>And rail at me for Per&s;ecutions.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If you, through &s;tudy'd Prejudice, retire</L>
<L>From what the Laws of God, and Man require,</L>
<L>A Legal Force may ju&s;tly then be us'd;</L>
<L>Such Factious Serpents may in time be bruis'd:</L>
<L>My <HI>Pow'r</HI>'s from <HI>God,</HI> and in his Word declare,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e who to my Laws bear no regard,</L>
<L>Heav'ns <HI>Puni&s;hments</HI> are ju&s;t, as to the Good Reward</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Scriptures what&s;oe'er I Teach contain,</L>
<L>What's Ea&s;ie I Recite, and what's Hard Explain:</L>
<L>Vertue commend to <HI>Practice,</HI> Sin reprove,</L>
<L>Excite to <HI>Faith, Hope, Charity,</HI> and <HI>Love:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Obedience, Loyalty, Repentance, Prayer,</HI></L>
<L>The u&s;e of what we Spend, or what we Spare.</L>
<L><HI>Truth</HI> I advance, and what is Fal&s;e &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>You can no more than the&s;e I do no le&s;s.</L>
<L>Then tell me what &s;trange Fever in the Head,</L>
<L>At fir&s;t tho&s;e Super&s;titious Frenzys bred?</L>
<L>From whence you rai&s;e the cau&s;ele&s;s Di&s;content,</L>
<L>Which makes you from my Temples thus Di&s;&s;ent?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gra&s;hoper.</SPEAKER>
<L>Superfluous Rites there are, which you maintain,</L>
<L>And hold as Decencies, which I think Vain.</L>
<L>Look back upon your boa&s;ted Pedigree,</L>
<L>One part deriv'd of <HI>Rome</HI>'s Idolatry,</L>
<L>From who&s;e fanta&s;tick Cu&s;toms you have drawn,</L>
<L>Square Caps, low Bows, your Surpli&s;s, and your Lawn.</L>
<L>Proud Lazy <HI>Prelates;</HI> with Pluralities,</L>
<L>Who &s;peak but by their hair-brain'd Deputies,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Junior Years no Truths ob&s;cure can reach;</L>
<L>And &s;eldom are &s;o Wi&s;e,, as tho&s;e they Teach.</L>
<L>Your Ma&s;s-like Service, with your noi&s;ie Toots,</L>
<L>Of hum drum Organs, Fiddle Faddles and Flutes,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="61">
<L>Your high flown Doctrines to advance a State</L>
<L>And plea&s;e it, till Unlawfully made Great,</L>
<L>Then turn your Holy Flat'ries to its Fate.</L>
<L>The&s;e I di&s;like, from the&s;e (in chief) Di&s;&s;ent,</L>
<L>As quite repugnant to the Lord's intent.</L>
<L>The&s;e are the &s;umptuous Trappings of the Whore,</L>
<L>The Marks and Patches which &s;he always wore.</L>
<L>The&s;e are her &s;tudy'd, and prevailing Charms,</L>
<L>Which but the lo&s;er part of Fancy warms,</L>
<L>And draws unwary Youth to her Adult'rous Arms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dragon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>External Order fir&s;t informs our Sence,</L>
<L>And rai&s;es in us a due Reverence,</L>
<L>Either towards <HI>Place,</HI> or <HI>Per&s;on,</HI> where we &s;ee</L>
<L>Concurrent parts, in Noble Form, agree,</L>
<L>And tend to a peculiar Harmony.</L>
<L>Or why did the Creator &s;hape the World</L>
<L>From a dark Ma&s;s, together rudely hurl'd?</L>
<L>But that in ev'y part, Mankind &s;hould &s;ee,</L>
<L>The &s;trokes of an All-pow'rful Deity.</L>
<L>From whence the light of Faith does fir&s;t ari&s;e,</L>
<L>And makes our Rea&s;on &s;ubject to our Eyes,</L>
<L>For ev'ry wond'rous work of Heav'n we &s;ee,</L>
<L>Gives fre&s;h A&s;&s;urance of Eternity;</L>
<L>And by it's Graceful Order &s;trikes an Awe,</L>
<L>Humbles our Souls, and does Obedience draw,</L>
<L>By Natural means, to Heav'n, and Nature's Law:</L>
<L>Therefore, &s;uch decent Rites do I di&s;pence,</L>
<L>As be&s;t &s;hall Humble, and Affect the Sen&s;e;</L>
<L>And in my Sons beget a Graceful Reverence.</L>
<L>How In&s;olent it looks? How Evil bred,</L>
<L>T' approach God's Pre&s;ence with a cover'd Head;</L>
<L>Yet to a Great-man Couch, with Hat in Hand,</L>
<L>And bare, before the Wealthy Idol, &s;tand.</L>
<L>Or at Devotion &s;o neglectful be,</L>
<L>As quite abandon all Humility;</L>
<PB N="6" REF="62">
<L>And rather than to bended Knees &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>In di&s;re&s;pectful Po&s;tures, Lolling &s;it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next, with Church Government you di&s;agree,</L>
<L>And cau&s;le&s;ly condemn our Hierarchy:</L>
<L>Rail at my Bi&s;hops, angry at their State,</L>
<L>And Envy them; who&s;e Merit made them Great;</L>
<L>The Learn'd and Pious Characters they wear,</L>
<L>Hath rais'd them to the Dignities they bear.</L>
<L>Un&s;tain'd their Lives, they are as Guardians cho&s;e,</L>
<L>To &s;ave the Church from Errour, and from Foes:</L>
<L>Without who&s;e Conduct, and Authority,</L>
<L>Religions Pri&s;tine &s;tate can never be</L>
<L>Kept from Erroneous Innovations free,</L>
<L>But &s;tand expos'd to every abu&s;e.</L>
<L>That each Fanatick whim&s;ie &s;hall produce.</L>
<L>Then &s;ure &s;uch Men, who by a painful Life,</L>
<L>(Thro' Grace) to Knowledge more &s;ublim'd arrive;</L>
<L>And with the piercing Eyes of Rea&s;on, &s;ee</L>
<L>Thro' all the Mi&s;teries of Divinity,</L>
<L>Ju&s;tly de&s;erve a Spiritual advance,</L>
<L>Above an unlearn'd or a half-learn'd Dunce;</L>
<L>Who&s;e rowling Eyes, feign'd Looks, and yawning Jaws,</L>
<L>Can nothing utter, but with Hums, and Haughs;</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd with Ignorance, than roars aloud</L>
<L>Audacious Non&s;en&s;e, to a Brainle&s;s Croud</L>
<L>'Tis the&s;e, who from their Cradle are mi&s;led,</L>
<L>And backward taught, to Factious Pulpits bred,</L>
<L>Who, with impetious vi'lence, headlong run,</L>
<L>Pur&s;uing Ills, their Rebel Sires begun.</L>
<L>Thus in their Frahers Faults they per&s;evere,</L>
<L>And, by In&s;tinct of Nature, envious Dunces are;</L>
<L>The&s;e, thro' their barren Ignorance, exclaim</L>
<L>Again&s;t all Order, and the Church defame.</L>
<L>Pelting with Factious, and Calumnious Lyes,</L>
<L>That Sacred Power to which they cannot ri&s;e:</L>
<L>Spurning at all Eccle&s;ia&s;tick Pomp,</L>
<L>True Zealous Sons of the dete&s;ted Rump,</L>
<L>Waiting the lucky Minute to be turn'd up Trump.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="62">
<SPEAKER>Gra&s;hoper.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e bad A&s;per&s;ions from afar you fetch,</L>
<L>Serve, but as Bullets, to enlarge the Breach.</L>
<L>Why &s;o Di&s;turb'd, &s;o Scornful, and &s;o High?</L>
<L>You re but a Weather cock as well as I.</L>
<L>Boa&s;t of fix'd Fundamenrals, yet I find.</L>
<L>For Intere&s;t, you can Turn with ev'ry Wind.</L>
<L>Where's Right Divine, your Pa&s;&s;ive, and your Non,</L>
<L>The Bubble's once blown up, now, poh, they're gone,</L>
<L>Where is your Loyalty, &s;o &s;ubt'ly &s;hown,</L>
<L>Sometimes to th' Prince and &s;ometimes to the Throne,</L>
<L>Sometimes to both, &s;ometimes to ne'er a one,</L>
<L>Thus is it Logically plac'd behind</L>
<L>So many School boys Querks, 'tis hard to find,</L>
<L>When the great Change (by Heav'ns permition try'd)</L>
<L>Your Churches Doctrine, and her Clergies Pride.</L>
<L>Some Con&s;cientious Fools, 'tis true, turn'd out,</L>
<L>But all the Wi&s;er Shepherds fac'd about;</L>
<L>And, like good Men, could blacken and upbraid</L>
<L>That &s;inking Pow'r, for which before they Pray'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dragon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Scandal (as you are wont) I know you chu&s;e,</L>
<L>As the be&s;t Weapon, of Offence to u&s;e,</L>
<L>Whether, on &s;earch, it True, or Fal&s;e be found,</L>
<L>No matter which, if you can make it wound.</L>
<L>But know my Armour's temper'd again&s;t Fate;</L>
<L>And much to hard, for you to penetrate:</L>
<L>The Iron Walls, my trea&s;ur'd Truths defend,</L>
<L>Reverb'rate all the poi&s;onous Balls you &s;end.</L>
<L>You charge me with the want of Loyalty,</L>
<L>That am the chief &s;upport of Monarchy:</L>
<PB N="8" REF="63">
<L>By my High Prie&s;t the Holy Oyl's apply'd</L>
<L>By me Kings Reign, are Crown'd, and Sanctifi'd;</L>
<L>I am on Earth their Safety a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> to Heav'n their Guide.</L>
<L>By me the Factious Fal&s;hoods are &s;uppre&s;t,</L>
<L>Scatter'd by re&s;tle&s;s Rebels, to mole&s;t.</L>
<L>The happy quiet of a Peaceful Reign,</L>
<L>Which Traitors Envy, and blind Fools Di&s;dain.</L>
<L>Duty to Kings I to the Publick teach,</L>
<L>To Loyalty Excite, Per&s;wade, Be&s;eech,</L>
<L>That all things to the Throne be ea&s;ie made,</L>
<L>And him thereon be Rev'renc'd, and Obey'd.</L>
<L>What are all the&s;e, but Marks of Loyalty,</L>
<L>Religious Graces, manife&s;t in me,</L>
<L>Vertues, I find, too bright for thy dull Eyes to &s;ee.</L>
<L>But pray your Rea&s;ons to the World impart,</L>
<L>Why now you from your old Opinion &s;tart.</L>
<L>In happy days, when <HI>Charles</HI> the Scepter &s;way'd,</L>
<L>When ba&s;e De&s;igns, by you know who, were laid,</L>
<L>Then all your Awkard, Canting Brood profe&s;t</L>
<L>'Twas Damnable, the Bread of Life to Ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Within my Sacred Temple-Walls, but now,</L>
<L>What then you held &s;o Dang'rous, you Allow.</L>
<L>If Once 'twas an Offence &s;o great, we know</L>
<L>(As you maintain'd, full Twenty Years ago)</L>
<L>'Tis now the &s;ame, and Ever will be &s;o.</L>
<L>Why do the Grandees of your Leering Tribe,</L>
<L>(Who from rank Dugs their prejudice imbibe)</L>
<L>So curb their Malice, as conform of late,</L>
<L>And with my Flocks they Envy, Congregate.</L>
<L>Oft on a Sabbath's Morning have I &s;een</L>
<L>Rich Awful Zealots of a bulkey Mein,</L>
<L>Cheat Heaven, and di&s;&s;emble with the State,</L>
<L>To be by Flatt'ry, and Deceit made Great;</L>
<L>Vi&s;it my Temples, &s;eem devout as Saints;</L>
<L>And for their Intere&s;t, turn ba&s;e Sycophants;</L>
<L>Thus with my Wor&s;hip, thro' de&s;ign, agree,</L>
<L>And only Mimick, what they hate to be,</L>
<L>To climb unfairly to Authority.</L>
<PB N="9" REF="63">
<L>Then, by their own Corrupted Whim&s;ies led,</L>
<L>Where the Frape meet, and common Ills are bred;</L>
<L>There hear the Church, from whence they came Lampoon'd.</L>
<L>And true Religion, by an Ape Buffoon'd;</L>
<L>Who o'er his Cu&s;hion, full of Yawn, and Hum,</L>
<L>Stands Gaping like the Bear that beats the Drum.</L>
<L>Thus is the After-noon at Meeting &s;pent,</L>
<L>The Morning in the Church, at Sacrament:</L>
<L>Rare pious Chri&s;tians, full of Faith and Grace,</L>
<L>To thus with Heaven, di&s;&s;emble for a Place;</L>
<L>And pawn their Souls to purcha&s;e Sword or Mace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I am Right, and from Mi&s;takes mo&s;t free,</L>
<L>Why do they not Conform intire to me;</L>
<L>If your dark Sy&s;tem, they believe mo&s;t true,</L>
<L>Why not alone Communicate with you?</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who for Intere&s;t, carry fair with both,</L>
<L>Are ju&s;t to neither, by their Faith and Troth:</L>
<L>But plung'd between two Crimes, to Greatne&s;s bent,</L>
<L>Err with the Wrong, and from the Right Di&s;&s;ent.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gra&s;hoper.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you make Laws to eclip&s;e my purer light.</L>
<L>And rob my Sons, of what's their native Right,</L>
<L>The fault's not theirs, 'tis you incur the blame,</L>
<L>The Cunning's on their &s;ide, on yours the &s;hame.</L>
<L>Why not by Birth, and Chri&s;tian Knowledge free</L>
<L>To Riches, Honour, and Authority?</L>
<L>Why mu&s;t the&s;e Worldly Comforts re&s;t in you;</L>
<L>Or your Sons count all Pow'r and Place their due?</L>
<L>Why may not mine as well a&s;&s;i&s;t the State,</L>
<L>And in as great Attempts prove fortunate?</L>
<L>If you &s;uch Laws procure &s;uch Power po&s;&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>As prove a hindrance to our happine&s;s,</L>
<L>How can you ju&s;tly blame us to evade,</L>
<L>And leap o'er all the Stumbling-blocks you've laid?</L>
<PB N="10" REF="64">
<L>If you &s;uch bats to our Preferments make,</L>
<L>As Oaths, and Sacraments, for your own Int're&s;t &s;ake,</L>
<L>It is no crime in us, the &s;ame to break or take.</L>
<L>If you, attempt, thro' Pride, to keep us low,</L>
<L>And we thro' Cunning, your de&s;igns o'erthrow</L>
<L>Call it not Cozening Heaven, but out-witting you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dragon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>No Laws can &s;uch loo&s;e Principles re&s;train,</L>
<L>No force can bind you, but a Golden Chain.</L>
<L>Int're&s;t I find is the prevailing tye,</L>
<L>Makes you Approve, Conform, Di&s;&s;ent, Deny,</L>
<L>Oppo&s;e the Right, or the Wrong Ju&s;tifie.</L>
<L>Int're&s;t, from me fir&s;t made you Separate,</L>
<L>And become Rival to the Church and State</L>
<L>Intere&s;t di&s;pos'd you to Inte&s;tine Jars,</L>
<L>Improv'd to Bloody, and Dome&s;tick Wars;</L>
<L>Wherein being flatter'd with unju&s;t &s;ucce&s;s,</L>
<L>Trampl'd on Merit, &s;pit in Vertues Face;</L>
<L>Riffled the Throne, and &s;tain'd the Judgment &s;eat.</L>
<L>With Crimes too black, and dreadful to repeat;</L>
<L>As if to you, Omnipotence had given,</L>
<L>A Sanguine not a Milky way to Heaven.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Still are your Thoughts by a wild Ambition to&s;t,</L>
<L>Aiming to gain that Pow'r, you ju&s;tly lo&s;t:</L>
<L>At all Elections, bu&s;ie are your Brood,</L>
<L>Heaving and &s;hoving 'gain&s;t the Publick Good.</L>
<L>On all Promotions, Zealou&s;ly intent,</L>
<L>Squee&s;e, Bawl, and Jo&s;tle, till their Breaths are &s;pent;</L>
<L>Kick, Cuff, and Scandal (heedle&s;s of the Laws)</L>
<L>Tongues, Feet, and Arms, all working for the Cau&s;e;</L>
<L>To rai&s;e &s;ome Meager Darlings of their own,</L>
<L>Faction in who&s;e penurious looks is &s;hown:</L>
<L>Rich by meer Chance, or Fraud, not Great by merit grown.</L>
<PB N="11" REF="64">
<L>Who can Lye, Cant, Di&s;&s;emble, or For&s;wear,</L>
<L>Declaim again&s;t, or hear the Common-Prayer;</L>
<L>Thro' all Opinions halt, to Lamely reach the Chair.</L>
<L>Who can his Con&s;cience, to his Intere&s;t mould,</L>
<L>Run with the Court, or with the City hold.</L>
<L>And without &s;hame, can true Reflections Face,</L>
<L>Or bear all Scandal, with a comely Grace.</L>
<L>And will his Pow'r beyond ju&s;t bounds extend,</L>
<L>To injure Foes, or to advance a Friend;</L>
<L>Or any thing will do to &s;erve a Factious End.</L>
<L>The&s;e are the worthy <HI>Dolts,</HI> your Sons advance,</L>
<L>By their fal&s;e Poles, and double Diligence.</L>
<L>The&s;e are the Men of merit, they provide,</L>
<L>To Row, and Toe, again&s;t the Wind and Tide;</L>
<L>Who in Tempe&s;tious Di&s;cords, they create,</L>
<L>Sail quite repugnant to the Church and State:</L>
<L>Yet to &s;uch outward Godline&s;s &s;eem bent,</L>
<L>To Church they'll come, tho' in their Hearts Di&s;&s;ent</L>
<L>But for no Faith, will either Hang or Starve,</L>
<L>Both God and Mammon, for advancement &s;erve;</L>
<L>Thus &s;ea&s;onably comply, or in fit times can &s;werve.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If &s;uch un&s;teddy Rovers bear Command,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Men of worth, &s;hall unregarded &s;tand,</L>
<L>By Law, and Nature Qualifi'd for Tru&s;t,</L>
<L>To &s;omething fix'd, and known in all things Ju&s;t.</L>
<L>If Men like the&s;e, &s;hall be by Fraud put by,</L>
<L>And yield their Rights to the Pedantick Fry;</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> mu&s;t &s;oon from all her Greatne&s;s fall,</L>
<L>And mourn her Antient Glories Funeral.</L>
<L>Which Heaven prevent&mdash;</L>
<L>And (that &s;he may once more her Grandure boa&s;t)</L>
<L>Retrieve her Vertues, now &s;o nearly lo&s;t;</L>
<L>And from all Factious Quarrels, and De&s;pights,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve the <HI>King, Church, Nation,</HI> and our <HI>Rights:</HI></L>
<L>That in one Faith, we may United be,</L>
<L>And accord &s;weetly, in ju&s;t Harmony.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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