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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license + + +Title: Moores Fables for the Female Sex + +Author: Edward Moore + +Illustrator: Henry Brooke + +Release Date: April 22, 2012 [EBook #39499] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOORES FABLES FOR THE FEMALE SEX *** + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<h1><small>Moores Fables<br /> +for<br /> +<i>The Female Sex</i><br /> +Embellished with Engravings</small></h1> + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/title.jpg" alt="Ye wretches, hence the Eagle cries," /></div> + +<p> </p> +<p class="center"><i>Printed for Scatchard & Letterman, Ave Maria Lane;<br /> +Longman, Hurst, Rees & Orme,<br /> +and H.D. Symonds, Paternoster Row.<br /> +1806.</i></p> +<p> </p> +<p class="center">(Printed by C. Whittingham)</p> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/border.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p class="center"><span class="giant">FABLES</span></p> +<p class="center"><small>FOR</small></p> +<p class="center"><span class="huge"><i>THE FEMALE SEX</i>.</span></p> + +<p> </p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_I" id="FABLE_I"></a>FABLE I.</h2> +<p class="title">THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF BIRDS.</p> +<p class="center"><span class="large">To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.</span></p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>The moral lay, to beauty due,<br /> +I write, <span class="smcaplc">FAIR EXCELLENCE</span>, to you;<br /> +Well pleas’d to hope my vacant hours<br /> +Have been employ’d to sweeten your’s.<br /> +Truth under fiction I impart,<br /> +To weed out folly from the heart,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>And shew the paths that lead astray<br /> +The wand’ring nymph from wisdom’s way.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I flatter none. The great and good</span><br /> +Are by their actions understood;<br /> +Your monument if actions raise,<br /> +Shall I deface by idle praise?<br /> +I echo not the voice of Fame;<br /> +That dwells delighted on your name:<br /> +Her friendly tale, however true,<br /> +Were flatt’ry, if I told it you.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The proud, the envious, and the vain,</span><br /> +The jilt, the prude, demand my strain;<br /> +To these, detesting praise, I write,<br /> +And vent in charity my spite:<br /> +With friendly hand I hold the glass<br /> +To all, promiscuous, as they pass:<br /> +Should folly there her likeness view,<br /> +I fret not that the mirror’s true;<br /> +If the fantastic form offend,<br /> +I made it not, but would amend.</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img01.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>With friendly hand I hold the glass<br /> +To all promiscuous, as they pass;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 2.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London: Published May 1st 1799 by T. Heptinstall. No. 304 High Holborn.</i></p> + +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Virtue, in ev’ry clime and age,</span><br /> +Spurns at the folly-soothing page;<br /> +While satire, that offends the ear<br /> +Of vice and passion, pleases her.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Premising this, your anger spare;</span><br /> +And claim the fable you who dare.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">BIRDS</span> in place, by faction press’d,</span><br /> +To <span class="smcaplc">JUPITER</span> their pray’rs address’d;<br /> +By specious lies the state was vex’d,<br /> +Their counsels libellers perplex’d;<br /> +They begg’d (to stop seditious tongues)<br /> +A gracious hearing of their wrongs.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Jove</span> grants their suit. The <span class="smcaplc">EAGLE</span> sate,<br /> +Decider of the grand debate.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">PYE</span>, to trust and pow’r preferr’d,</span><br /> +Demands permission to be heard.<br /> +Says he, ‘Prolixity of phrase<br /> +You know I hate. This libel says,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>“Some birds there are, who, prone to noise,<br /> +Are hir’d to silence <span class="smcaplc">WISDOM’S</span> voice;<br /> +And, skill’d to chatter out the hour,<br /> +Rise by their emptiness to pow’r.”<br /> +That this is aim’d direct at me,<br /> +No doubt, you’ll readily agree:<br /> +Yet well this sage assembly knows,<br /> +By parts to government I rose;<br /> +My prudent counsels prop the state;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Magpies</span> were never known to prate.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">KITE</span> rose up. His honest heart</span><br /> +In <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE’S</span> suff’rings bore a part.<br /> +That there were birds of prey he knew;<br /> +So far the libeller said true,<br /> +“Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,<br /> +Who knew no int’rest but their own;<br /> +Who, hov’ring o’er the farmer’s yard,<br /> +Nor pigeon, chick, nor duckling spar’d.”<br /> +This might be true—but if apply’d<br /> +To him, in troth, the sland’rer ly’d.<br /> +Since <span class="smcaplc">IGN’RANCE</span> then might be misled,<br /> +Such things, he thought, were best unsaid.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">CROW</span> was vext. As yester-morn</span><br /> +He flew across the new-sown corn,<br /> +A screaming boy was set for pay,<br /> +He knew, to drive the <span class="smcaplc">CROWS</span> away:<br /> +<span class="smcap">Scandal</span> had found him out in turn,<br /> +And buzz’d abroad—that <span class="smcaplc">CROWS</span> love corn.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">OWL</span> arose, with solemn face,</span><br /> +And thus harangu’d upon the case:<br /> +‘That <span class="smcaplc">MAGPIES</span> prate, it may be true;<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">KITE</span> may be voracious too;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Crows</span> sometimes deal in new-sown pease;<br /> +He libels not, who strikes at these;<br /> +The slander’s here—“But there are birds,<br /> +Whose wisdom lies in looks, not words;<br /> +Blund’rers who level in the dark,<br /> +And always shoot beside the mark.”<br /> +He names not me; but these are hints<br /> +Which manifest at whom he squints;<br /> +I were indeed that blund’ring fowl,<br /> +To question if he meant an <span class="smcaplc">OWL</span>.’<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>“Ye wretches, hence!” the <span class="smcaplc">EAGLE</span> cries,<br /> +“’Tis conscience, conscience that applies;<br /> +The virtuous mind takes no alarm,<br /> +Secur’d by innocence from harm;<br /> +While <span class="smcaplc">GUILT</span>, and his associate, <span class="smcaplc">FEAR</span>,<br /> +Are startled at the passing air.”</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_II" id="FABLE_II"></a>FABLE II.</h2> +<p class="title">THE PANTHER, HORSE, AND OTHER BEASTS.</p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>The man who seeks to win the fair,<br /> +(So custom says) must truth forbear;<br /> +Must fawn and flatter, cringe and lie,<br /> +And raise the goddess to the sky;<br /> +For truth is hateful to her ear,<br /> +A rudeness which she cannot bear—<br /> +A rudeness?—Yes,—I speak my thoughts,<br /> +For truth upbraids her with her faults.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How wretched, <span class="smcaplc">CHLOE</span>, then am I,</span><br /> +Who love you, and yet cannot lie;<br /> +And still, to make you less my friend,<br /> +I strive your errors to amend!<br /> +But shall the senseless fop impart<br /> +The softest passion to your heart,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>While he who tells you honest truth,<br /> +And points to happiness your youth,<br /> +Determines, by his cares, his lot,<br /> +And lives neglected and forgot?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trust me, my dear, with greater ease,</span><br /> +Your taste for flatt’ry I could please.<br /> +And similes in each dull line,<br /> +Like glow-worms in the dark, should shine.<br /> +What if I say your lips disclose<br /> +The freshness of the op’ning rose?<br /> +Or that your cheeks are beds of flow’rs,<br /> +Enripen’d by refreshing show’rs?<br /> +Yet certain as these flow’rs shall fade,<br /> +Time ev’ry beauty will invade.<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">BUTTERFLY</span> of various hue,<br /> +More than the flow’r, resembles you:<br /> +Fair, flutt’ring, fickle, busy thing,<br /> +To pleasure ever on the wing,<br /> +Gayly coquetting for an hour,<br /> +To die, and ne’er be thought of more.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would you the bloom of youth should last?</span><br /> +’Tis virtue that must bind it fast;<br /> +An easy carriage, wholly free<br /> +From sour reserve, or levity;<br /> +Good-natur’d mirth, an open heart,<br /> +And looks unskill’d in any art;<br /> +Humility, enough to own<br /> +The frailties which a friend makes known;<br /> +And decent pride, enough to know<br /> +The worth that virtue can bestow.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These are the charms which ne’er decay,</span><br /> +Tho’ youth and beauty fade away;<br /> +And time, which all things else removes,<br /> +Still heightens virtue and improves.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’ll frown, and ask to what intent</span><br /> +This blunt address to you is sent;<br /> +I’ll spare the question, and confess<br /> +I’d praise you, if I lov’d you less;<br /> +But rail, be angry, or complain,<br /> +I will be rude, while you are vain.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath a <span class="smcaplc">LION’S</span> peaceful reign,</span><br /> +When beasts met friendly on the plain,<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">PANTHER</span>, of majestic port,<br /> +(The vainest female of the court)<br /> +With spotted skin, and eyes of fire,<br /> +Fill’d ev’ry bosom with desire;<br /> +Where’er she mov’d, a servile crowd<br /> +Of fawning creatures cring’d and bow’d;<br /> +Assemblies ev’ry week she held,<br /> +(Like modern belles) with coxcombs fill’d,<br /> +Where noise and nonsense, and grimace,<br /> +And lies and scandal, fill’d the place.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold the gay, fantastic thing,</span><br /> +Encircled by the spacious ring;<br /> +Low-bowing, with important look,<br /> +As first in rank, the <span class="smcaplc">MONKEY</span> spoke:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Gad take me, madam! but I swear</span><br /> +No angel ever look’d so fair——<br /> +Forgive my rudeness, but, I vow,<br /> +You were not quite divine till now;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>Those limbs! that shape! and then those eyes,<br /> +O close them, or the gazer dies!”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Nay, gentle <span class="smcaplc">PUG</span>, for goodness hush,</span><br /> +I vow and swear you make me blush;<br /> +I shall be angry at this rate——<br /> +’Tis so like flatt’ry, which I hate.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">FOX</span>, in deeper cunning vers’d,</span><br /> +The beauties of her mind rehears’d,<br /> +And talk’d of knowledge, taste, and sense,<br /> +To which the fair have most pretence;<br /> +Yet well he knew them always vain<br /> +Of what they strive not to attain,<br /> +And play’d so cunningly his part,<br /> +That <span class="smcaplc">PUG</span> was rival’d in his art.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">GOAT</span> avow’d his am’rous flame,</span><br /> +And burnt—for what he durst not name;<br /> +Yet hop’d a meeting in the wood<br /> +Might make his meaning understood.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>Half angry at the bold address,<br /> +She frown’d; but yet she must confess,<br /> +Such beauties might inflame his blood;<br /> +But still his phrase was somewhat rude.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">HOG</span> her neatness much admir’d;</span><br /> +The formal <span class="smcaplc">ASS</span> her swiftness fir’d;<br /> +While all to feed her folly strove,<br /> +And by their praises shar’d her love.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">HORSE</span>, whose gen’rous heart disdain’d</span><br /> +Applause by servile flatt’ry gain’d,<br /> +With graceful courage silence broke,<br /> +And thus with indignation spoke:</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img02.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>From public view her charms will screen<br /> +And rarely in the crowd be seen</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 12.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London: Published by Scatcherd & Letterman, Ave Maria Lane.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“When flatt’ring <span class="smcaplc">MONKEYS</span> fawn and prate,</span><br /> +They justly raise contempt, or hate;<br /> +For merit’s turn’d to ridicule,<br /> +Applauded by the grinning fool.<br /> +The artful <span class="smcaplc">FOX</span> your wit commends,<br /> +To lure you to his selfish ends;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>From the vile flatt’rer turn away,<br /> +For knaves make friendship to betray.<br /> +Dismiss the train of fops and fools,<br /> +And learn to live by wisdom’s rules.<br /> +Such beauties might the <span class="smcaplc">LION</span> warm,<br /> +Did not your folly break the charm;<br /> +For who would court that lovely shape,<br /> +To be the rival of an <span class="smcaplc">APE</span>?”<br /> +He said; and snorting in disdain,<br /> +Spurn’d at the crowd, and sought the plain.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_III" id="FABLE_III"></a>FABLE III.</h2> +<p class="title">THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose<br /> +The lily and the blushing rose,<br /> +From public view her charms will skreen,<br /> +And rarely in the crowd be seen:<br /> +This simple truth shall keep her wise,<br /> +“The fairest fruits attract the flies.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One night a <span class="smcaplc">GLOW-WORM</span>, proud and vain,</span><br /> +Contemplating her glitt’ring train,<br /> +Cry’d sure there never was in nature,<br /> +So elegant, so fine a creature;<br /> +All other insects that I see,<br /> +The frugal <span class="smcaplc">ANT</span>, industrious <span class="smcaplc">BEE</span>,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>Or <span class="smcaplc">SILK-WORM</span>, with contempt I view;<br /> +With all that low, mechanic crew,<br /> +Who servilely their lives employ<br /> +In business, enemy to joy.<br /> +Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn,<br /> +For grandeur only I was born;<br /> +Or sure am sprung from race divine,<br /> +And plac’d on earth to live and shine.<br /> +Those lights, that sparkle so on high,<br /> +Are but the <span class="smcaplc">GLOW-WORMS</span> of the sky;<br /> +And kings on earth their gems admire,<br /> +Because they imitate my fire.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She spoke. Attentive on a spray,</span><br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">NIGHTINGALE</span> forbore his lay;<br /> +He saw the shining morsel near,<br /> +And flew, directed by the glare;<br /> +Awhile he gaz’d with sober look,<br /> +And thus the trembling prey bespoke:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deluded fool, with pride elate,</span><br /> +Know, ’tis thy beauty brings thy fate;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>Less dazzling, long thou might’st have lain,<br /> +Unheeded on the velvet plain;<br /> +Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns,<br /> +And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_IV" id="FABLE_IV"></a>FABLE IV.</h2> +<p class="title">HYMEN AND DEATH.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Sixteen, d’ye say? Nay, then ’tis time;<br /> +Another year destroys your prime.<br /> +But stay—The settlement? “That’s made?”<br /> +Why then’s my simple girl afraid?<br /> +Yet hold a moment, if you can,<br /> +And heedfully the fable scan.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shades were fled, the morning blush’d,</span><br /> +The winds were in their caverns hush’d,<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">HYMEN</span>, pensive and sedate,<br /> +Held o’er the fields his musing gait,<br /> +Behind him, thro’ the green-wood shade,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Death’s</span> meagre form the <span class="smcaplc">GOD</span> survey’d,<br /> +Who quickly with gigantic stride,<br /> +Out-went his pace, and join’d his side.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>The chat on various subjects ran,<br /> +Till angry <span class="smcaplc">HYMEN</span> thus began:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Relentless <span class="smcaplc">DEATH</span>, whose iron sway</span><br /> +Mortals reluctant must obey,<br /> +Still of thy pow’r shall I complain,<br /> +And thy too partial hand arraign?<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">CUPID</span> brings a pair of hearts,<br /> +All over struck with equal darts,<br /> +Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride,<br /> +And cut the knot that <span class="smcaplc">HYMEN</span> ty’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Shall not the bloody, and the bold,</span><br /> +The miser, hoarding up his gold,<br /> +The harlot, reeking from the stew,<br /> +Alone thy fell revenge pursue?<br /> +But must the gentle, and the kind,<br /> +Thy fury, undistinguish’d find?”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The monarch calmly thus reply’d:</span><br /> +‘Weigh well the cause, and then decide.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>That friend of your’s, you lately nam’d,<br /> +<span class="smcaplc">CUPID</span>, alone, is to be blam’d;<br /> +Then let the charge be justly laid;<br /> +That idle boy neglects his trade,<br /> +And hardly once in twenty years<br /> +A couple to your temple bears.<br /> +The wretches, whom your office blends,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Silenus</span> now, or <span class="smcaplc">PLUTUS</span> sends;<br /> +Hence care, and bitterness, and strife,<br /> +Are common to the nuptial life.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Believe me; more than all mankind,</span><br /> +Your vot’ries my compassion find.<br /> +Yet cruel am I call’d, and base,<br /> +Who seek the wretched to release;<br /> +The captive from his bonds to free,<br /> +Indissoluble, but for me.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘’Tis I entice him to the yoke;</span><br /> +By me your crowded altars smoke;<br /> +For mortals boldly dare the noose,<br /> +Secure, that <span class="smcaplc">DEATH</span> will set them loose.’</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_V" id="FABLE_V"></a>FABLE V.</h2> +<p class="title">THE POET AND HIS PATRON.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Why, <span class="smcaplc">CELIA</span>, is your spreading waist<br /> +So loose, so negligently lac’d?<br /> +Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide<br /> +Your snowy bosom’s swelling pride?<br /> +How ill that dress adorns your head,<br /> +Disdain’d and rumpled from the bed!<br /> +Those clouds, that shade your blooming face,<br /> +A little water might displace,<br /> +As <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> every morn bestows<br /> +The crystal dew to cleanse the rose.<br /> +Those tresses, as the raven black,<br /> +That wav’d in ringlets down your back,<br /> +Uncomb’d, and injur’d by neglect,<br /> +Destroy the face which once they deck’d.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whence this forgetfulness of dress!</span><br /> +Pray, madam, are you married? Yes.<br /> +Nay! then indeed the wonder ceases,<br /> +No matter now how loose your dress is;<br /> +The end is won, your fortune’s made,<br /> +Your sister now may take the trade.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alas! what pity ’tis to find</span><br /> +This fault in half the female kind!<br /> +From hence proceed aversion, strife,<br /> +And all that sours the wedded life.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Beauty</span> can only point the dart,<br /> +’Tis <span class="smcaplc">NEATNESS</span> guides it to the heart;<br /> +Let <span class="smcaplc">NEATNESS</span> then, and <span class="smcaplc">BEAUTY</span> strive<br /> +To keep a wav’ring flame alive.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis harder far (you’ll find it true)</span><br /> +To keep the conquest than subdue;<br /> +Admit us once behind the screen,<br /> +What is there farther to be seen?<br /> +A newer face may raise the flame,<br /> +But ev’ry woman is the same.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then study chiefly to improve</span><br /> +The charm that fix’d your husband’s love;<br /> +Weigh well his humour. Was it dress<br /> +That gave your beauty pow’r to bless?<br /> +Pursue it still; be neater seen,<br /> +’Tis always frugal to be clean;<br /> +So shall you keep alive desire,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">TIME’S</span> swift wing shall fan the fire.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In garret high (as stories say)</span><br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">POET</span> sung his tuneful lay;<br /> +So soft, so smooth his verse, you’d swear<br /> +<span class="smcap">Apollo</span> and the <span class="smcaplc">MUSES</span> there;<br /> +Through all the town his praises rung,<br /> +His sonnets at the playhouse sung;<br /> +High waving o’er his lab’ring head,<br /> +The goddess <span class="smcaplc">WANT</span> her pinions spread,<br /> +And with poetic fury fir’d,<br /> +What <span class="smcaplc">PHŒBUS</span> faintly had inspir’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A noble youth, of taste and wit,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>Approv’d the sprightly things he writ,<br /> +And sought him in his cobweb dome,<br /> +Discharg’d his rent, and brought him home.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold him at the stately board,</span><br /> +Who but the <span class="smcaplc">POET</span> and my <span class="smcaplc">LORD</span>!<br /> +Each day deliciously he dines,<br /> +And greedy quaffs the gen’rous wines;<br /> +His sides were plump, his skin was sleek,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">PLENTY</span> wanton’d on his cheek;<br /> +Astonish’d at the change so new,<br /> +Away th’ inspiring goddess flew.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, dropt for politics and news,</span><br /> +Neglected lay the drooping <span class="smcaplc">MUSE</span>,<br /> +Unmindful whence his fortune came,<br /> +He stifled the poetic flame;<br /> +Nor tale nor sonnet, for my lady,<br /> +Lampoon, nor epigram was ready.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With just contempt his <span class="smcaplc">PATRON</span> saw,</span><br /> +(Resolv’d his bounty to withdraw)<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>And thus, with anger in his look,<br /> +The late-repenting fool bespoke:—<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Blind to the good that courts thee grown,</span><br /> +Whence has the sun of favour shone?<br /> +Delighted with thy tuneful art,<br /> +Esteem was growing in my heart,<br /> +But idly thou reject’st the charm<br /> +That gave it birth, and kept it warm.<br /> +Unthinking fools alone despise<br /> +The arts that taught them first to rise.”</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_VI" id="FABLE_VI"></a>FABLE VI.</h2> +<p class="title">THE WOLF, THE SHEEP, AND THE LAMB.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Duty demands the parent’s voice<br /> +Should sanctify the daughter’s choice;<br /> +In that is due obedience shewn;<br /> +To choose belongs to her alone.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May horror seize his midnight hour</span><br /> +Who builds upon a parent’s pow’r,<br /> +And claims, by purchase vile and base,<br /> +The loathing maid for his embrace;<br /> +Hence virtue sickens, and the breast,<br /> +Where peace had built her downy nest,<br /> +Becomes the troubled seat of care,<br /> +And pines with anguish and despair.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <span class="smcaplc">WOLF</span>, rapacious, rough, and bold,</span><br /> +Whose nightly plunders thinn’d the fold,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>Contemplating his ill-spent life,<br /> +And cloy’d with thefts, would take a wife.<br /> +His purpose known, the savage race<br /> +In num’rous crouds attend the place;<br /> +For why, a mighty <span class="smcaplc">WOLF</span> he was,<br /> +And held dominion in his jaws.<br /> +Her fav’rite whelp each mother brought,<br /> +And humbly his alliance sought;<br /> +But cold by age, or else too nice,<br /> +None found acceptance in his eyes.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It happen’d, as at early dawn,</span><br /> +He, solitary, cross’d the lawn,<br /> +Stray’d from the fold, a sportive <span class="smcaplc">LAMB</span><br /> +Skip’d wanton by her fleecy <span class="smcaplc">DAM</span>;<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">CUPID</span>, foe to man and beast,<br /> +Discharg’d an arrow at his breast.<br /> +The tim’rous breed the robber knew,<br /> +And trembling o’er the meadow flew;<br /> +Their nimblest speed the <span class="smcaplc">WOLF</span> o’ertook,<br /> +And, courteous, thus the <span class="smcaplc">DAM</span> bespoke:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>Stay, fairest, and suspend your fear,<br /> +Trust me, no enemy is near;<br /> +These jaws, in slaughter oft imbru’d,<br /> +At length have known enough of blood,<br /> +And kinder business brings me now,<br /> +Vanquish’d, at beauty’s feet to bow.<br /> +You have a daughter—Sweet, forgive<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">WOLF’S</span> address—In her I live;<br /> +Love from her eye like lightning came,<br /> +And set my marrow all on flame;<br /> +Let your consent confirm my choice,<br /> +And ratify our nuptial joys.<br /> +Me ample wealth and pow’r attend,<br /> +Wide o’er the plains my realms extend;<br /> +What midnight robber dare invade<br /> +The fold, if I the guard am made?<br /> +At home the shepherd’s cur may sleep,<br /> +While I secure his master’s sheep.<br /> +Discourse like his attention claim’d;<br /> +Grandeur the <span class="smcaplc">MOTHER’S</span> breast inflam’d;<br /> +Now fearless by his side she walk’d,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>Of settlements and jointures talk’d;<br /> +Propos’d and doubled her demands,<br /> +Of flow’ry fields and turnip lands.<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">WOLF</span> agrees.—Her bosom swells;<br /> +To <span class="smcaplc">MISS</span> her happy fate she tells;<br /> +And, of the grand alliance vain,<br /> +Contemns her kindred of the plain.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The loathing <span class="smcaplc">LAMB</span> with horror hears,</span><br /> +And wearies out her <span class="smcaplc">DAM</span> with pray’rs,<br /> +But all in vain; mamma best knew<br /> +What unexperienc’d girls should do:<br /> +So, to a neighb’ring meadow carry’d,<br /> +A formal ass the couple marry’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Torn from the tyrant-mother’s side,</span><br /> +The trembler goes, a victim-bride;<br /> +Reluctant meets the rude embrace,<br /> +And bleats among the howling race.<br /> +With horror oft her eyes behold<br /> +Her murder’d kindred of the fold;<br /> +Each day a sister-lamb is serv’d,<br /> +And at the glutton’s table carv’d;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>The crashing bones he grinds for food,<br /> +And slakes his thirst with streaming blood.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love, who the cruel mind detests,</span><br /> +And lodges but in gentle breasts,<br /> +Was now no more.—Enjoyment past,<br /> +The savage hunger’d for the feast;<br /> +But (as we find in human race,<br /> +A mask conceals the villain’s face)<br /> +Justice must authorize the treat:<br /> +Till then he long’d, but durst not eat.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As forth he walk’d, in quest of prey,</span><br /> +The hunters met him on the way;<br /> +Fear wings his flight; the marsh he sought,<br /> +The snuffing dogs are set at fault.<br /> +His stomach baulk’d, now hunger gnaws,<br /> +Howling he grinds his empty jaws;<br /> +Food must be had—and lamb is nigh;<br /> +His maw invokes the fraudful lie.<br /> +Is this, dissembling rage, he cry’d,<br /> +The gentle virtue of a bride?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>That, leagu’d with man’s destroying race,<br /> +She sets her husband for the chase?<br /> +By treach’ry prompts the noisy hound<br /> +To scent his footsteps o’er the ground?<br /> +Thou trait’ress vile, for this thy blood<br /> +Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So saying, on the <span class="smcaplc">LAMB</span> he flies:</span><br /> +Beneath his jaws the victim dies.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_VII" id="FABLE_VII"></a>FABLE VII.</h2> +<p class="title">THE GOOSE AND THE SWANS.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>I hate the face, however fair,<br /> +That carries an affected air;<br /> +The lisping tone, the shape constrain’d,<br /> +The study’d look, the passion feign’d,<br /> +Are fopperies, which only tend<br /> +To injure what they strive to mend.<br /> +With what superior grace enchants<br /> +The face which <span class="smcaplc">NATURE’S</span> pencil paints!<br /> +Where eyes, unexercis’d in art,<br /> +Glow with the meaning of the heart!<br /> +Where <span class="smcaplc">FREEDOM</span> and <span class="smcaplc">GOOD-HUMOUR</span> sit,<br /> +And easy <span class="smcaplc">GAIETY</span> and <span class="smcaplc">WIT</span>!<br /> +Though perfect <span class="smcaplc">BEAUTY</span> be not there,<br /> +The master lines, the finish’d air,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>We catch from every look delight,<br /> +And grow enamour’d at the sight;<br /> +For beauty, though we all approve,<br /> +Excites our wonder more than love;<br /> +While the agreeable strikes sure,<br /> +And gives the wounds we cannot cure.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why then, my <span class="smcaplc">AMORET</span>, this care,</span><br /> +That forms you, in effect, less fair?<br /> +If <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> on your cheek bestows<br /> +A bloom that emulates the rose,<br /> +Or from some heav’nly image drew<br /> +A form <span class="smcaplc">APELLES</span> never knew,<br /> +Your ill-judg’d aid will you impart,<br /> +And spoil by meretricious art?<br /> +Or had you, <span class="smcaplc">NATURE’S</span> error, come<br /> +Abortive from the mother’s womb,<br /> +Your forming care she still rejects,<br /> +Which only heightens her defects.<br /> +When such, of glitt’ring jewels proud,<br /> +Still press the foremost in the crowd,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>At every public shew are seen,<br /> +With look awry, and aukward mien,<br /> +The gaudy dress attracts the eye,<br /> +And magnifies deformity.</td></tr></table> + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img03.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>The wretch with thrilling horror shook,<br /> +Loose ev’ry joint, and pale his look.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 39.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London: Published by Scatcherd & Letterman, Ave Maria Lane.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Nature</span> may underdo her part,</span><br /> +But seldom wants the help of <span class="smcaplc">ART</span>;<br /> +Trust her, she is your surest friend,<br /> +Nor made your form for you to mend.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <span class="smcaplc">GOOSE</span>, affected, empty, vain,</span><br /> +The shrillest of the cackling train,<br /> +With proud and elevated crest,<br /> +Precedence claim’d above the rest.<br /> +Says she, I laugh at human race,<br /> +Who say, geese hobble in their pace;<br /> +Look here!—the sland’rous lie detect;<br /> +Not haughty man is so erect.<br /> +That <span class="smcaplc">PEACOCK</span> yonder, lord, how vain<br /> +The creature’s of his gaudy train!<br /> +If both were stript, I’d pawn my word,<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">GOOSE</span> would be the finer bird.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><span class="smcap">Nature</span>, to hide her own defects,<br /> +Her bungled work with fin’ry decks;<br /> +Were <span class="smcaplc">GEESE</span> set off with half that show,<br /> +Would men admire the <span class="smcaplc">PEACOCK</span>? No.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus vaunting, ’cross the mead she stalks,</span><br /> +The cackling breed attend her walks.<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SUN</span> shot down his noontide beams,<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SWANS</span> were sporting in the streams;<br /> +Their snowy plumes, and stately pride,<br /> +Provoke her spleen. Why, there, she cry’d,<br /> +Again what arrogance we see!<br /> +Those creatures! how they mimic me!<br /> +Shall ev’ry fowl the waters skim,<br /> +Because we <span class="smcaplc">GEESE</span> are known to swim?<br /> +Humility they soon shall learn,<br /> +And their own emptiness discern.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So saying, with extended wings,</span><br /> +Lightly upon the wave she springs;<br /> +Her bosom swells, she spreads her plumes,<br /> +And the <span class="smcaplc">SWAN’S</span> stately crest assumes.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>Contempt and mockery ensu’d,<br /> +And bursts of laughter shook the flood.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <span class="smcaplc">SWAN</span>, superior to the rest,</span><br /> +Sprung forth, and thus the fool address’d:<br /> +Conceited thing! elate with pride,<br /> +Thy affectation all deride;<br /> +These airs thy aukwardness impart,<br /> +And shew thee plainly as thou art.<br /> +Among thy equals of the flock,<br /> +Thou hadst escap’d the public mock.<br /> +And, as thy parts to good conduce,<br /> +Been deem’d an honest hobbling <span class="smcaplc">GOOSE</span>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Learn hence to study <span class="smcaplc">WISDOM’S</span> rules;</span><br /> +Know, foppery’s the pride of fools;<br /> +And striving <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> to conceal,<br /> +You only her defects reveal.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_VIII" id="FABLE_VIII"></a>FABLE VIII.</h2> +<p class="title">THE LAWYER AND JUSTICE.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Love; thou divinest good below,<br /> +Thy pure delights few mortals know:<br /> +Our rebel hearts thy sway disown,<br /> +While tyrant <span class="smcaplc">LUST</span> usurps thy throne!<br /> +The bounteous <span class="smcaplc">GOD OF NATURE</span> made<br /> +The sexes for each other’s aid,<br /> +Their mutual talents to employ,<br /> +To lessen ills, and heighten joy.<br /> +To weaker woman he assign’d<br /> +That soft’ning gentleness of mind,<br /> +That can by sympathy impart<br /> +Its likeness to the roughest heart.<br /> +Her eyes with magic pow’r endu’d,<br /> +To fire the dull, and awe the rude.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>His rosy fingers on her face<br /> +Shed lavish ev’ry blooming grace,<br /> +And stamp’d (perfection to display)<br /> +His mildest image on her clay.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man, active, resolute, and bold,</span><br /> +He fashion’d in a diff’rent mould;<br /> +With useful arts his mind inform’d,<br /> +His breast with nobler passions warm’d;<br /> +He gave him knowledge, taste, and sense,<br /> +And courage for the fair’s defence.<br /> +Her frame, resistless to each wrong,<br /> +Demands protection from the strong;<br /> +To man she flies, when fear alarms,<br /> +And claims the temple of his arms.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By nature’s author thus declar’d</span><br /> +The woman’s sov’reign and her guard:<br /> +Shall man, by treach’rous wiles invade<br /> +The weakness he was meant to aid?<br /> +While beauty, given to inspire<br /> +Protecting love and soft desire,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>Lights up a wild-fire in the heart,<br /> +And to its own breast points the dart,<br /> +Becomes the spoiler’s base pretence<br /> +To triumph over innocence!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wolf, that tears the tim’rous sheep,</span><br /> +Was never set the fold to keep;<br /> +Nor was the tiger, or the pard,<br /> +Meant the benighted trav’ller’s guard:<br /> +But man, the wildest beast of prey,<br /> +Wears friendship’s semblance to betray;<br /> +His strength against the weak employs,<br /> +And where he should protect, destroys.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Past twelve o’clock, the watchman cry’d,</span><br /> +His brief the studious <span class="smcaplc">LAWYER</span> ply’d;<br /> +The all-prevailing fee lay nigh,<br /> +The earnest of to-morrow’s lie;<br /> +Sudden the furious winds arise,<br /> +The jarring casement shatter’d flies;<br /> +The doors admit a hollow sound,<br /> +And rattling from their hinges bound;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>When <span class="smcaplc">JUSTICE</span>, in a blaze of light,<br /> +Reveal’d her radiant form to sight.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wretch with thrilling horror shook,</span><br /> +Loose ev’ry joint, and pale his look,<br /> +Not having seen her in the courts,<br /> +Or found her mentioned in reports,<br /> +He ask’d, with falt’ring tongue, her name,<br /> +Her errand there, and whence she came?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sternly the white-rob’d shade reply’d,</span><br /> +(A crimson glow her visage dy’d)<br /> +Canst thou be doubtful who I am?<br /> +Is <span class="smcaplc">JUSTICE</span> grown so strange a name?<br /> +Were not your courts for <span class="smcaplc">JUSTICE</span> rais’d?<br /> +’Twas there of old my altars blaz’d.<br /> +My guardian thee did I elect,<br /> +My sacred temple to protect;<br /> +That thou, and all thy venal tribe,<br /> +Should spurn the goddess for a bribe!<br /> +Aloud the ruin’d client cries,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Justice</span> has neither ears nor eyes!<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>In foul alliance with the bar,<br /> +’Gainst me the judge denounces war,<br /> +And rarely issues his decree,<br /> +But with intent to baffle me.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She paus’d. Her breast with fury burn’d;</span><br /> +The trembling <span class="smcaplc">LAWYER</span> thus return’d:<br /> +I own the charge is justly laid,<br /> +And weak th’ excuse that can be made;<br /> +Yet search the spacious globe, and see<br /> +If all mankind are not like me.<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">GOWN-MAN</span>, skill’d in <span class="smcaplc">ROMISH</span> lies,<br /> +By <span class="smcaplc">FAITH’S</span> false glass deludes our eyes;<br /> +O’er conscience rides without controul,<br /> +And robs the man, to save his soul.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">DOCTOR</span>, with important face,</span><br /> +By sly design mistakes the case;<br /> +Prescribes, and spins out the disease,<br /> +To trick the patient of his fees.—<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SOLDIER</span>, rough with many a scar,<br /> +And red with slaughter, leads the war;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>If he a nation’s trust betray,<br /> +The foe has offer’d double pay.</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img04.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>The maid she modestly conceals<br /> +Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 41.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London Published June 24th 1799 by T. Heptinstall Holborn.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When vice o’er all mankind prevails,</span><br /> +And weighty int’rest turns the scales,<br /> +Must I be better than the rest,<br /> +And harbour <span class="smcaplc">JUSTICE</span> in my breast?<br /> +On one side only take the fee,<br /> +Content with poverty and thee?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou blind to sense, and vile of mind,</span><br /> +Th’ exasperated shade rejoin’d,<br /> +If virtue from the world is flown,<br /> +Will others faults excuse thy own?<br /> +For sickly souls the priest was made;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Physicians</span> for the body’s aid;<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SOLDIER</span> guarded liberty;<br /> +Man, woman, and the <span class="smcaplc">LAWYER</span> me:<br /> +If all are faithless to their trust,<br /> +They leave not thee the less unjust.<br /> +Henceforth your pleadings I disclaim,<br /> +And bar the sanction of my name;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>Within your courts it shall be read,<br /> +That <span class="smcaplc">JUSTICE</span> from the law is fled.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She spoke; and hid in shades her face,</span><br /> +’Till <span class="smcaplc">HARDWICK</span> sooth’d her into grace.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_IX" id="FABLE_IX"></a>FABLE IX.</h2> +<p class="title">THE FARMER, THE SPANIEL, AND THE CAT.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Why knits my dear her angry brow?<br /> +What rude offence alarms you now?<br /> +I said, that <span class="smcaplc">DELIA’S</span> fair; ’tis true,<br /> +But did I say she equall’d you?<br /> +Can’t I another’s face commend,<br /> +Or to her virtues be a friend,<br /> +But instantly your forehead lours,<br /> +As if her merit lessen’d your’s?<br /> +From female envy never free,<br /> +All must be blind, because you see.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Survey the gardens, fields, and bow’rs,</span><br /> +The buds, the blossoms, and the flow’rs,<br /> +Then tell me where the woodbine grows<br /> +That vies in sweetness with the rose?<br /> +Or where the lily’s snowy white,<br /> +That throws such beauties on the sight?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>Yet folly is it to declare,<br /> +That these are neither sweet nor fair.<br /> +The crystal shines with fainter rays<br /> +Before the di’mond’s brighter blaze;<br /> +And fops will say, the di’mond dies<br /> +Before the lustre of your eyes:<br /> +But I, who deal in truth, deny<br /> +That neither shine when you are by.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When zephyrs o’er the blossoms stray,</span><br /> +And sweets along the air convey,<br /> +Shan’t I the fragrant breeze inhale,<br /> +Because you breathe a sweeter gale?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet are the flow’rs that deck the field,</span><br /> +Sweet is the smell the blossoms yield;<br /> +Sweet is the summer gale that blows,<br /> +And sweet (though sweeter you) the rose.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall envy then torment your breast,</span><br /> +If you are lovelier than the rest?<br /> +For while I give to each her due,<br /> +By praising them I flatter you;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>And praising most, I still declare<br /> +You fairest, where the rest are fair.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As at his board a <span class="smcaplc">FARMER</span> sate,</span><br /> +Replenish’d by his homely treat,<br /> +His fav’rite <span class="smcaplc">SPANIEL</span> near him stood,<br /> +And with his master shar’d the food;<br /> +The crackling bones his jaws devour’d,<br /> +His lapping tongue the trenchers scour’d;<br /> +Till, sated now, supine he lay,<br /> +And snor’d the rising fumes away.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hungry <span class="smcaplc">CAT</span>, in turn, drew near,</span><br /> +And humbly crav’d a servant’s share;<br /> +Her modest worth the master knew,<br /> +And straight the fatt’ning morsel threw;<br /> +Enrag’d, the snarling cur awoke,<br /> +And thus, with spiteful envy, spoke:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They only claim a right to eat,</span><br /> +Who earn by services their meat;<br /> +Me, zeal and industry inflame,<br /> +To scour the fields, and spring the game;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>Or, plunged in the wat’ry wave,<br /> +For man the wounded bird to save.<br /> +With watchful diligence I keep,<br /> +From prowling wolves, his fleecy sheep;<br /> +At home, his midnight hours secure,<br /> +And drive the robber from the door.<br /> +For this his breast with kindness glows;<br /> +For this his hand the food bestows;<br /> +And shall thy indolence impart<br /> +A warmer friendship to his heart;<br /> +That thus he robs me of my due,<br /> +To pamper such vile things as you?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I own (with meekness, <span class="smcaplc">PUSS</span> reply’d)</span><br /> +Superior merit on your side;<br /> +Nor does my breast with envy swell,<br /> +To find it recompens’d so well;<br /> +Yet I, in what my nature can,<br /> +Contribute to the good of man.<br /> +Whose claws destroy the pilf’ring mouse?<br /> +Who drives the vermin from the house?<br /> +Or, watchful for the lab’ring swain,<br /> +From lurking rats secure the grain?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>From hence, if he rewards bestow,<br /> +Why should your heart with gall o’erflow?<br /> +Why pine my happiness to see,<br /> +Since there’s enough for you and me?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy words are just, the <span class="smcaplc">FARMER</span> cry’d,</span><br /> +And spurn’d the snarler from his side.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_X" id="FABLE_X"></a>FABLE X.</h2> +<p class="title">THE SPIDER AND THE BEE.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>The nymph who walks the public streets,<br /> +And sets her cap at all she meets,<br /> +May catch the fool who turns to stare;<br /> +But men of sense avoid the snare.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As on the margin of the flood,</span><br /> +With silken line, my <span class="smcaplc">LYDIA</span> stood,<br /> +I smil’d to see the pains you took,<br /> +To cover o’er the fraudful hook.<br /> +Along the forest as we stray’d,<br /> +You saw the boy his lime-twigs spread;<br /> +Guess’d you the reason of his fear,<br /> +Lest, heedless, we approach’d too near?<br /> +For as behind the bush we lay,<br /> +The linnet flutter’d on the spray.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Needs there such caution to delude</span><br /> +The scaly fry, and feather’d brood?<br /> +And think you, with inferior art,<br /> +To captivate the human heart?<br /> +The maid who modestly conceals<br /> +Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;<br /> +Give but a glimpse, and <span class="smcaplc">FANCY</span> draws<br /> +Whate’er the <span class="smcaplc">GRECIAN VENUS</span> was.<br /> +From <span class="smcaplc">EVE’S</span> first fig-leaf to brocade,<br /> +All dress was meant for <span class="smcaplc">FANCY’S</span> aid,<br /> +Which evermore delighted dwells<br /> +On what the bashful nymph conceals.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When <span class="smcaplc">CELIA</span> struts in man’s attire,</span><br /> +She shews too much to raise desire;<br /> +But from the hoop’s bewitching round,<br /> +Her very shoe has power to wound.<br /> +The roving eye, the bosom bare,<br /> +The forward laugh, the wanton air,<br /> +May catch the fop, for gudgeons strike<br /> +At the bare hook, and bait, alike;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>While <span class="smcaplc">SALMON</span> play regardless by,<br /> +Till <span class="smcaplc">ART</span>, like <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span>, forms the fly.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath a <span class="smcaplc">PEASANT’S</span> homely thatch,</span><br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">SPIDER</span> long had held her watch;<br /> +From morn to night, with restless care,<br /> +She spun her web, and wove her snare.<br /> +Within the limits of her reign<br /> +Lay many a hidden captive, slain;<br /> +Or, flutt’ring, struggled in the toils<br /> +To burst the chains, and shun her wiles.<br /> +A straying <span class="smcaplc">BEE</span>, that perch’d hard by,<br /> +Beheld her with disdainful eye;<br /> +And thus began:—Mean thing! give o’er,<br /> +And lay thy slender threads no more;<br /> +A thoughtless <span class="smcaplc">FLY</span> or two, at most,<br /> +Is all the conquest thou canst boast;<br /> +For <span class="smcaplc">BEES</span> of sense thy arts evade,<br /> +We see so plain the nets are laid.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gaudy <span class="smcaplc">TULIP</span>, that displays</span><br /> +Her spreading foliage to the gaze,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>That points her charms at all she sees,<br /> +And yields to ev’ry wanton <span class="smcaplc">BREEZE</span>,<br /> +Attracts not me. Where blushing grows,<br /> +Guarded with thorns, the modest <span class="smcaplc">ROSE</span>,<br /> +Enamour’d round and round I fly,<br /> +Or on her fragrant bosom lie;<br /> +Reluctant, she my ardour meets,<br /> +And, bashful, renders up her sweets.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wiser heads attention lend,</span><br /> +And learn this lesson from a friend:<br /> +She, who with modesty retires,<br /> +Adds fuel to her lover’s fires;<br /> +While such incautious jilts as you,<br /> +By folly your own schemes undo.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XI" id="FABLE_XI"></a>FABLE XI.</h2> +<p class="title">THE YOUNG LION AND THE APE.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>’Tis true, I blame your lover’s choice,<br /> +Tho’ flatter’d by the public voice,<br /> +And peevish grow, and sick, to hear<br /> +His exclamations, O how fair!<br /> +I listen not to wild delights,<br /> +And transports of expected nights;<br /> +What is to me your hoard of charms,<br /> +The whiteness of your neck and arms?<br /> +Needs there no acquisition more,<br /> +To keep contention from the door?<br /> +Yes! pass a fortnight, and you’ll find<br /> +All beauty cloys but of the mind.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sense and good humour ever prove</span><br /> +The surest cords to fasten love.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>Yet, <span class="smcaplc">PHILLIS</span>, simplest of your sex,<br /> +You never think, but to perplex;<br /> +Coquetting it with ev’ry <span class="smcaplc">APE</span>,<br /> +That struts abroad in human shape;<br /> +Not that the coxcomb is your taste,<br /> +But that it stings your lover’s breast.<br /> +To-morrow you resign the sway,<br /> +Prepar’d to honour and obey;<br /> +The tyrant-mistress chang’d for life<br /> +To the submission of a wife.<br /> +Your follies, if you can, suspend,<br /> +And learn instructions from a friend.<br /> +Reluctant hear the first address,<br /> +Think often, ere you answer, yes;<br /> +But once resolv’d, throw off disguise,<br /> +And wear your wishes in your eyes.<br /> +With caution ev’ry look forbear,<br /> +That might create one jealous fear,<br /> +A lover’s rip’ning hopes confound,<br /> +Or give the gen’rous breast a wound;<br /> +Contemn the girlish arts to teaze,<br /> +Nor use your pow’r unless to please;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>For fools alone with rigour sway,<br /> +When, soon or late, they must obey.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">KING OF BRUTES</span>, in life’s decline,</span><br /> +Resolv’d dominion to resign;<br /> +The beasts were summon’d to appear,<br /> +And bend before the royal heir.<br /> +They came; a day was fix’d; the crowd<br /> +Before their future monarch bow’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A dapper <span class="smcaplc">MONKEY</span>, pert and vain,</span><br /> +Step’d forth, and thus address’d the train:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why cringe, my friends, with slavish awe,</span><br /> +Before this pageant king of straw?<br /> +Shall we anticipate the hour,<br /> +And, ere we feel it, own his pow’r?<br /> +The counsels of experience prize,<br /> +I know the maxims of the wise;<br /> +Subjection let us cast away,<br /> +And live the monarchs of to-day;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>’Tis ours the vacant hand to spurn,<br /> +And play the tyrant each in turn;<br /> +So shall he right from wrong discern,<br /> +And mercy, from oppression, learn;<br /> +At others woes be taught to melt,<br /> +And loath the ills himself has felt.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He spoke; his bosom swell’d with pride,</span><br /> +The youthful <span class="smcaplc">LION</span> thus reply’d:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What madness prompts thee to provoke</span><br /> +My wrath, and dare th’ impending stroke?<br /> +Thou wretched fool! can wrongs impart<br /> +Compassion to the feeling heart?<br /> +Or teach the grateful breast to glow,<br /> +The hand to give, or eye to flow?<br /> +Learn’d in the practice of their schools,<br /> +From woman thou hast drawn thy rules;<br /> +To them return, in such a cause,<br /> +From only such expect applause;<br /> +The partial sex I don’t condemn,<br /> +For liking those who copy them.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would’st thou the gen’rous <span class="smcaplc">LION</span> bind,</span><br /> +By kindness bribe him to be kind;<br /> +Good offices their likeness get,<br /> +And payment lessens not the debt:<br /> +With multiplying hand he gives<br /> +The good from others he receives;<br /> +Or for the bad makes fair return,<br /> +And pays, with int’rest, scorn for scorn.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XII" id="FABLE_XII"></a>FABLE XII.</h2> +<p class="title">THE COLT AND THE FARMER.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>Tell me, <span class="smcaplc">CORINNA</span>, if you can,<br /> +Why so averse, so coy, to man?<br /> +Did <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span>, lavish of her care,<br /> +From her best pattern form you fair,<br /> +That you, ungrateful to her cause,<br /> +Should mock her gifts, and spurn her laws?<br /> +And, miser-like, withhold that store,<br /> +Which, by imparting, blesses more?<br /> +Beauty’s a gift, by heav’n assign’d,<br /> +The portion of the female kind;<br /> +For this the yielding maid demands<br /> +Protection at her lover’s hands;<br /> +And though, by wasting years, it fade,<br /> +Remembrance tells him, once ’twas paid.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And will you then this wealth conceal,</span><br /> +For <span class="smcaplc">AGE</span> to rust, or <span class="smcaplc">TIME</span> to steal?<br /> +The summer of your youth to rove,<br /> +A stranger to the joys of love?<br /> +Then, when <span class="smcaplc">LIFE’S</span> winter hastens on,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">YOUTH’S</span> fair heritage is gone,<br /> +Dow’rless to court some peasant’s arms,<br /> +To guard your wither’d age from harms!<br /> +No gratitude to warm his breast,<br /> +For blooming beauty once possess’d;<br /> +How will you curse that stubborn pride,<br /> +Which drove your bark across the tide;<br /> +And, sailing before <span class="smcaplc">FOLLY’S</span> wind,<br /> +Left sense and happiness behind!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Corinna</span>, lest these whims prevail,</span><br /> +To such as you I write my tale.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <span class="smcaplc">COLT</span>, for blood and mettled speed,</span><br /> +The choicest of the running breed,<br /> +Of youthful strength and beauty vain,<br /> +Refus’d subjection to the rein;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>In vain the groom’s officious skill<br /> +Oppos’d his pride, and check’d his will;<br /> +In vain the master’s forming care,<br /> +Restrain’d with threats, or sooth’d with pray’r;<br /> +Of freedom proud, and scorning man,<br /> +Wide o’er the spacious plains he ran.<br /> +Where’er luxuriant <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> spread<br /> +Her flow’ry carpet o’er the mead,<br /> +Or bubbling streams, soft gliding, pass<br /> +To cool and freshen up the grass;<br /> +Disdaining bounds, he cropp’d the blade,<br /> +And wanton’d in the spoil he made.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In plenty thus the summer pass’d,</span><br /> +Revolving winter came at last;<br /> +The trees no more a shelter yield;<br /> +The verdure withers from the field;<br /> +Perpetual snows invest the ground,<br /> +In icy chains the streams are bound,<br /> +Cold nipping winds, and rattling hail,<br /> +His lank, unshelter’d sides assail.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As round he cast his rueful eyes,</span><br /> +He saw the thatch-roof’d cottage rise;<br /> +The prospect touch’d his heart with cheer,<br /> +And promis’d kind deliv’rance near.<br /> +A stable, erst his scorn and hate,<br /> +Was now become his wish’d retreat;<br /> +His passion cool, his pride forgot,<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">FARMER’S</span> welcome yard he sought.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The master saw his woeful plight,</span><br /> +His limbs, that totter’d with his weight,<br /> +And friendly to the stable led,<br /> +And saw him litter’d, dress’d, and fed.<br /> +In slothful ease all night he lay;<br /> +The servants rose at break of day;<br /> +The market calls.—Along the road<br /> +His back must bear the pond’rous load;<br /> +In vain he struggles, or complains—<br /> +Incessant blows reward his pains.<br /> +To-morrow varies but his toil;<br /> +Chain’d to the plough he breaks the soil:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>While scanty meals at night repay<br /> +The painful labours of the day.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Subdu’d by toil, with anguish rent,</span><br /> +His self-upbraidings found a vent.<br /> +Wretch that I am! he sighing said,<br /> +By arrogance and folly led;<br /> +Had but my restive youth been brought<br /> +To learn the lesson <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> taught,<br /> +Then had I, like my sires of yore,<br /> +The prize from ev’ry courser bore;<br /> +While man bestow’d rewards and praise,<br /> +And females crown’d my latter days.<br /> +Now lasting servitude’s my lot,<br /> +My birth contemn’d, my speed forgot;<br /> +Doom’d am I, for my pride, to bear<br /> +A living death from year to year.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XIII" id="FABLE_XIII"></a>FABLE XIII.</h2> +<p class="title">THE OWL AND THE NIGHTINGALE.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>To know the <span class="smcaplc">MISTRESS’S</span> humour right,<br /> +See if her maids are clean and tight,<br /> +If <span class="smcaplc">BETTY</span> waits without her stays,<br /> +She copies but her <span class="smcaplc">LADY’S</span> ways;<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">MISS</span> comes in with boist’rous shout,<br /> +And drops no court’sey going out,<br /> +Depend upon’t, <span class="smcaplc">MAMMA</span> is one<br /> +Who reads, or drinks, too much alone.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If bottled beer her thirst assuage,</span><br /> +She feels enthusiastic rage,<br /> +And burns with ardour to inherit<br /> +The gifts and workings of the spirit.<br /> +If learning crack her giddy brains,<br /> +No remedy but death remains.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>Sum up the various ills of life,<br /> +And all are sweet to such a wife.<br /> +At home, superior wit she vaunts,<br /> +And twits her husband with his wants;<br /> +Her ragged offspring all around,<br /> +Like pigs, are wallowing on the ground.<br /> +Impatient ever of controul,<br /> +And knows no order but of soul;<br /> +With books her litter’d floor is spread,<br /> +With nameless authors never read;<br /> +Foul linen, petticoats, and lace,<br /> +Fill up the intermediate space.<br /> +Abroad, at visitings, her tongue<br /> +Is never still, and always wrong;<br /> +All meanings she defines away,<br /> +And stands with truth and sense at bay.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If e’er she meets a gentle heart,</span><br /> +Skill’d in the housewife’s useful art;<br /> +Who makes her family her care,<br /> +And builds contentment’s temple there;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>She starts at such mistakes in nature,<br /> +And cries, <span class="smcaplc">LORD</span> help us! what a creature!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Melissa, if the moral strike,</span><br /> +You’ll find the fable not unlike.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An <span class="smcaplc">OWL</span>, puff’d up with self-conceit,</span><br /> +Lov’d learning better than his meat;<br /> +Old manuscripts he treasur’d up,<br /> +And rummag’d ev’ry grocer’s shop;<br /> +At pastry-cooks was known to ply,<br /> +And strip, for science, ev’ry pie.<br /> +For modern poetry and wit,<br /> +He had read all that <span class="smcaplc">BLACKMORE</span> writ.<br /> +So intimate with <span class="smcaplc">CURL</span> was grown,<br /> +His learned treasures were his own;<br /> +To all his authors had access,<br /> +And sometimes would correct the press.<br /> +In logic he acquir’d such knowledge,<br /> +You’d swear him fellow of a college.<br /> +Alike to ev’ry art and science,<br /> +His daring genius bid defiance,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>And swallow’d wisdom with that haste<br /> +That cits do custards at a feast.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within the shelter of a wood,</span><br /> +One evening, as he musing stood,<br /> +Hard by, upon a leafy spray,<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">NIGHTINGALE</span> began his lay;<br /> +Sudden he starts, with anger stung,<br /> +And, screeching, interrupts the song.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pert, busy thing! thy airs give o’er,</span><br /> +And let my contemplation soar—<br /> +What is the music of thy voice,<br /> +But jarring dissonance and noise?<br /> +Be wise—True harmony thou’lt find<br /> +Not in the throat, but in the mind;<br /> +By empty chirping not attain’d,<br /> +But by laborious study gain’d.<br /> +Go, read the authors <span class="smcaplc">POPE</span> explodes,<br /> +Fathom the depth of <span class="smcaplc">CIBBER’S</span> odes;<br /> +With modern plays improve thy wit,<br /> +Read all the learning <span class="smcaplc">HENLEY</span> writ,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>And if thou needs must sing, sing then,<br /> +And emulate the ways of men:<br /> +So shalt thou grow, like me, refin’d,<br /> +And bring improvement to thy kind.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou wretch! the little warbler cry’d,</span><br /> +Made up of ignorance and pride;<br /> +Ask all the birds, and they’ll declare<br /> +A greater blockhead wings not air.<br /> +Read o’er thyself, thy talents scan,<br /> +Science was only meant for man.<br /> +No senseless authors me molest,<br /> +I mind the duties of my nest;<br /> +With careful wing protect my young,<br /> +And cheer their ev’nings with a song;<br /> +Make short the weary trav’ller’s way,<br /> +And warble in the poet’s lay.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus, following nature, and her laws,</span><br /> +From men and birds I claim applause,<br /> +While, nurs’d in pedantry and sloth,<br /> +An <span class="smcaplc">OWL</span> is scorn’d alike by both.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XIV" id="FABLE_XIV"></a>FABLE XIV.</h2> +<p class="title">THE SPARROW AND THE DOVE.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>It was, as learn’d traditions say,<br /> +Upon an <span class="smcaplc">APRIL’S</span> blithsome day,<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span>, ever on the wing,<br /> +Return’d, companion of the <span class="smcaplc">SPRING</span>,<br /> +And cheer’d the birds with am’rous heat,<br /> +Instructing little hearts to beat;<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">SPARROW</span>, frolic, gay, and young,<br /> +Of bold address, and flippant tongue,<br /> +Just left his lady of a night,<br /> +Like him, to follow new delight.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The youth, of many a conquest vain,</span><br /> +Flew off to seek the chirping train;<br /> +The chirping train he quickly found,<br /> +And with a saucy ease bow’d round.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For every she his bosom burns,</span><br /> +And this, and that, he woos by turns;<br /> +And here a sigh, and there a bill,<br /> +And here—those eyes! so form’d to kill!<br /> +And now, with ready tongue, he strings<br /> +Unmeaning, soft, resistless things;<br /> +With vows, and dem-me’s, skill’d to woo,<br /> +As other pretty fellows do.<br /> +Not that he thought this short essay<br /> +A prologue needful to his play;<br /> +No, trust me, says our learned letter,<br /> +He knew the virtuous sex much better;<br /> +But these he held as specious arts,<br /> +To shew his own superior parts,<br /> +The form of decency to shield,<br /> +And give a just pretence to yield.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus finishing his courtly play,</span><br /> +He mark’d the fav’rite of a day;<br /> +With careless impudence drew near,<br /> +And whisper’d <span class="smcaplc">HEBREW</span> in her ear:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>A hint which, like the <span class="smcaplc">MASON’S</span> sign,<br /> +The conscience can alone divine.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flutt’ring nymph, expert at feigning,</span><br /> +Cry’d, “Sir, pray sir, explain your meaning!<br /> +Go prate to those that may endure ye—<br /> +To me this rudeness! I’ll assure ye!”<br /> +Then off she glided like a swallow,<br /> +As saying—you guess where to follow.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To such as know the party set,</span><br /> +’Tis needless to say where they met;<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">PARSON’S</span> barn, as authors mention,<br /> +Confess’d the fair had apprehension.<br /> +Her honour there, secure from stain,<br /> +She held all farther trifling vain;<br /> +No more affected to be coy,<br /> +But rush’d, licentious, on the joy.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Hist, love!’ the male companion cry’d,</span><br /> +‘Retire awhile, I fear we’re ’spy’d:’<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>Nor was the caution vain; he saw<br /> +A <span class="smcaplc">TURTLE</span> rustling in the straw,<br /> +While o’er her callow brood she hung,<br /> +And fondly thus address’d her young:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Ye tender objects of my care!</span><br /> +Peace, peace, ye little helpless pair;<br /> +Anon he comes, your gentle sire,<br /> +And brings you all your hearts require.<br /> +For us, his infants and his bride,<br /> +For us, with only love to guide,<br /> +Our lord assumes an <span class="smcaplc">EAGLE’S</span> speed,<br /> +And, like a <span class="smcaplc">LION</span>, dares to bleed.<br /> +Nor yet by wintry skies confin’d,<br /> +He mounts upon the rudest wind,<br /> +From danger tears the vital spoil,<br /> +And with affection sweetens toil.<br /> +Ah! cease, too vent’rous—cease to dare,<br /> +In thine, our dearer safety spare!<br /> +From him, ye cruel <span class="smcaplc">FALCONS</span>, stray;<br /> +And turn, ye <span class="smcaplc">FOWLERS</span>, far away.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Should I survive to see the day,</span><br /> +That tears me from myself away;<br /> +That cancels all that heav’n could give,<br /> +The life, by which alone I live;<br /> +Alas! how more than lost were I,<br /> +Who in the thought already die!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Ye pow’rs, who men and birds obey,</span><br /> +Great rulers of your creatures, say,<br /> +Why mourning comes, by bliss convey’d,<br /> +And ev’n the sweets of love allay’d?<br /> +Where grows enjoyment, tall and fair,<br /> +Around it twines entangling care;<br /> +While fear, for what our souls possess,<br /> +Enervates ev’ry pow’r to bless;<br /> +Yet <span class="smcaplc">FRIENDSHIP</span> forms the bliss above,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">LIFE</span>, what art thou, without <span class="smcaplc">LOVE</span>?”—<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our <span class="smcaplc">HERO</span>, who had heard apart,</span><br /> +Felt something moving in his heart;<br /> +But quickly, with disdain, suppress’d<br /> +The virtue rising in his breast;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>And, first, he feign’d to laugh aloud,<br /> +And next, approaching, smil’d and bow’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘<span class="smcap">Madam</span>, you must not think me rude,</span><br /> +Good manners never can intrude;<br /> +I vow I came through pure good-nature;<br /> +(Upon my soul a charming creature!)<br /> +Are these the comforts of a wife?<br /> +This careful, cloister’d, moping life?<br /> +No doubt, that odious thing, call’d duty,<br /> +Is a sweet province for a beauty.<br /> +Thou pretty ignorance! thy will<br /> +Is measur’d to thy want of skill;<br /> +That good old-fashion’d dame, thy mother,<br /> +Has taught thy infant years no other.<br /> +The greatest ill in the creation<br /> +Is, sure, the want of education!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘But think ye (tell me without feigning)</span><br /> +Have all these charms no farther meaning?<br /> +Dame <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span>, if you don’t forget her,<br /> +Might teach your ladyship much better.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>For shame, reject this mean employment,<br /> +Enter the world, and taste enjoyment;<br /> +Where time, by circling bliss we measure,<br /> +Beauty was form’d alone for pleasure;<br /> +Come, prove the blessing, follow me;<br /> +Be wise, be happy, and be free.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Kind sir,” reply’d our <span class="smcaplc">MATRON</span> chaste,</span><br /> +“Your zeal seems pretty much in haste;<br /> +I own the fondness to be blest,<br /> +Is a deep thirst in every breast;<br /> +Of blessings too I have my store,<br /> +Yet quarrel not, should heav’n give more;<br /> +Then prove the change to be expedient,<br /> +And think me, sir, your most obedient.”<br /> +Here turning, as to one inferior,<br /> +Our gallant spoke, and smil’d superior:<br /> +‘Methinks, to quit your boasted station<br /> +Requires a world of hesitation;<br /> +Where brats and bonds are held a blessing,<br /> +The case, I doubt, is past redressing:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>Why, child, suppose the joys I mention<br /> +Were the mere fruits of my invention,<br /> +You’ve cause sufficient for your carriage,<br /> +In flying from the curse of marriage;<br /> +That sly decoy, with vary’d snares,<br /> +That takes your widgeons in by pairs;<br /> +Alike to husband, and to wife,<br /> +The cure of love, and bane of life;<br /> +The only method of forecasting<br /> +To make misfortune firm and lasting;<br /> +The sin, by heav’n’s peculiar sentence,<br /> +Unpardon’d, through a life’s repentance.<br /> +It is the double snake, that weds<br /> +A common tail to diff’rent heads;<br /> +That leads the carcase still astray,<br /> +By dragging each a diff’rent way.<br /> +Of all the ills that may attend me,<br /> +From marriage, mighty <span class="smcaplc">GODS</span>, defend me!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Give me frank <span class="smcaplc">NATURE’S</span> wild demesne,</span><br /> +And boundless tract of air serene,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>Where <span class="smcaplc">FANCY</span>, ever wing’d for change,<br /> +Delights to sport, delights to range!<br /> +There, <span class="smcaplc">LIBERTY</span>! to thee is owing<br /> +Whate’er of bliss is worth bestowing;<br /> +Delights, still vary’d, and divine,<br /> +Sweet goddess of the hills! are thine.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘What say you now, you pretty pink, you?</span><br /> +Have I, for once, spoke reason, think you?<br /> +You take me now for no romancer—<br /> +Come, never study for an answer;<br /> +Away, cast ev’ry care behind ye,<br /> +And fly where joy alone shall find ye.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Soft yet,” return’d our female fencer,</span><br /> +“A question more, or so—and then, sir.<br /> +You’ve rallied me with sense exceeding,<br /> +With much fine wit, and better breeding;<br /> +But pray, sir, how do you contrive it?<br /> +Do those of your world never wive it?”<br /> +‘No, no,’ “How then?” ‘Why dare I tell<br /> +What does the business full as well.’<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>“Do you ne’er love?” ‘An hour at leisure.’<br /> +“Have you no friendship?” ‘Yes, for pleasure.’<br /> +“No care for little ones?” ‘We get ’em;<br /> +The rest the mothers mind, and let ’em.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Thou wretch!” rejoin’d the kindling <span class="smcaplc">DOVE</span>,</span><br /> +“Quite lost to life, as lost to love!<br /> +Whene’er misfortunes come, how just!<br /> +And come, misfortune surely must;<br /> +In the dread season of dismay,<br /> +In that your hour of trial, say,<br /> +Who then shall prop your sinking heart?<br /> +Who bear <span class="smcaplc">AFFLICTION’S</span> weightier part?<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Say, when the black-brow’d welkin bends,</span><br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">WINTER’S</span> gloomy form impends,<br /> +To mourning turns all transient cheer,<br /> +And blasts the melancholy year;<br /> +For times at no persuasion stay,<br /> +Nor vice can find perpetual <span class="smcaplc">MAY</span>;<br /> +Then where’s that tongue, by <span class="smcaplc">FOLLY</span> fed,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>That soul of pertness, whither fled?<br /> +All shrunk within thy lonely nest,<br /> +Forlorn, abandon’d, and unbless’d;<br /> +No friends, by cordial bonds ally’d,<br /> +Shall seek thy cold unsocial side;<br /> +No chirping prattlers to delight,<br /> +Shall turn the long-enduring night;<br /> +No bride her words of balm impart,<br /> +And warm thee at her constant heart.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“<span class="smcap">Freedom</span>, restrain’d by <span class="smcaplc">REASON’S</span> force,</span><br /> +Is as the sun’s unvarying course,<br /> +Benignly active, sweetly bright,<br /> +Affording warmth, affording light;<br /> +But torn from <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE’S</span> sacred rules,<br /> +Becomes a comet, gaz’d by fools,<br /> +Foreboding cares, and storms, and strife,<br /> +And fraught with all the plagues of life.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Thou fool! by union every creature</span><br /> +Subsists, through universal nature;<br /> +And this, to beings void of mind,<br /> +Is wedlock of a meaner kind.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“While womb’d in space, primeval clay</span><br /> +A yet unfashion’d embryo lay;<br /> +The source of endless good above<br /> +Shot down his spark of kindling love;<br /> +Touch’d by the all-enliv’ning flame,<br /> +Then motion first exulting came,<br /> +Each atom sought its sep’rate class,<br /> +Through many a fair enamour’d mass;<br /> +Love cast the central charm around,<br /> +And with eternal nuptials bound.<br /> +Then <span class="smcaplc">FORM</span> and <span class="smcaplc">ORDER</span>, o’er the sky<br /> +First train’d their bridal pomp on high;<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SUN</span> display’d his orb to sight,<br /> +And burn’d with <span class="smcaplc">HYMENEAL</span> light.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Hence <span class="smcaplc">NATURE’S</span> virgin womb conceiv’d,</span><br /> +And with the genial burthen heav’d;<br /> +Forth came the oak, her first born heir,<br /> +And scal’d the breathing steep of air;<br /> +Then infant stems, of various use,<br /> +Imbib’d her soft maternal juice.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>The flow’rs, in early bloom disclos’d,<br /> +Upon her fragrant breast repos’d;<br /> +Within her warm embraces grew<br /> +A race, of endless form and hue;<br /> +Then pour’d her lesser offspring round,<br /> +And fondly cloth’d their parent ground.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Nor here alone the virtue reign’d,</span><br /> +By matter’s cumb’rous form detain’d,<br /> +But thence, subliming, and refin’d,<br /> +Aspir’d, and reach’d its kindred mind.<br /> +Caught in the fond celestial fire,<br /> +The mind perceiv’d unknown desire;<br /> +And now with kind effusion flow’d,<br /> +And now with cordial ardours glow’d,<br /> +Beheld the sympathetic fair,<br /> +And lov’d its own resemblance there;<br /> +On all, with circling radiance, shone,<br /> +But, cent’ring, fix’d on one alone;<br /> +There clasp’d the heav’n-appointed wife,<br /> +And doubled every joy of life.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Here, ever blessing, ever blest,</span><br /> +Resides this beauty of the breast;<br /> +As from his palace here the god<br /> +Still beams effulgent bliss abroad;<br /> +Here gems his own eternal round<br /> +The ring by which the world is bound;<br /> +Here bids his seat of empire grow,<br /> +And builds his little heav’n below.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“The bridal partners thus ally’d,</span><br /> +And thus in sweet accordance tied,<br /> +One body, heart, and spirit live,<br /> +Enrich’d by ev’ry joy they give;<br /> +Like <span class="smcaplc">ECHO</span>, from her vocal hold,<br /> +Return’d in music twenty-fold.<br /> +Their union firm, and undecay’d,<br /> +Nor <span class="smcaplc">TIME</span> can shake, nor <span class="smcaplc">POW’R</span> invade;<br /> +But, as the stem and scion stand<br /> +Ingrafted by a skilful hand,<br /> +They check the <span class="smcaplc">TEMPEST’S</span> wintry rage,<br /> +And bloom and strengthen into age.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>A thousand amities unknown,<br /> +And pow’rs, perceiv’d by <span class="smcaplc">LOVE</span> alone;<br /> +Endearing looks, and chaste desire,<br /> +Fan and support the mutual fire,<br /> +Whose flame, perpetual as refin’d,<br /> +Is fed by an immortal <span class="smcaplc">MIND</span>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Nor yet the nuptial sanction ends,</span><br /> +Like <span class="smcaplc">NILE</span>, it opens and descends,<br /> +Which, by apparent windings led,<br /> +We trace to its celestial head.<br /> +The sire, first springing from above,<br /> +Becomes the source of life and love,<br /> +And gives his filial heir to flow,<br /> +In fondness down on sons below;<br /> +Thus roll’d in one continu’d tide,<br /> +To <span class="smcaplc">TIME’S</span> extremest verge they glide;<br /> +While kindred streams, on either hand,<br /> +Branch forth in blessings o’er the land.<br /> +Thee, wretch! no lisping babe shall name,<br /> +No late-returning brother claim;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>No kinsman on thy road rejoice,<br /> +No sister greet thy ent’ring voice;<br /> +With partial eyes no parent see,<br /> +And bless their years restor’d in thee.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“In age rejected, or declin’d,</span><br /> +An <span class="smcaplc">ALIEN</span> ev’n among thy kind,<br /> +The partner of thy scorn’d embrace<br /> +Shall play the wanton in thy face;<br /> +Each spark unplume thy little pride,<br /> +All friendship fly thy faithless side;<br /> +Thy name shall, like thy carcase, rot,<br /> +In sickness spurn’d, in death forgot.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“All-giving <span class="smcaplc">POW’R</span>! great source of life!</span><br /> +O hear the parent! hear the wife!<br /> +That life thou lendest from above,<br /> +Though little, make it large in love;<br /> +O bid my feeling heart expand<br /> +To ev’ry claim, on ev’ry hand;<br /> +To those, from whom my days I drew,<br /> +To these in whom those days renew;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>To all my kin, however wide,<br /> +In cordial warmth, as blood ally’d,<br /> +To friends with steely fetters twin’d,<br /> +And to the cruel, not unkind!<br /> +But chief, the lord of my desire,<br /> +My life, myself, my soul, my sire;<br /> +Friends, children, all that wish can claim,<br /> +Chaste passion clasp, and rapture name!<br /> +O spare him, spare him, <span class="smcaplc">GRACIOUS POW’R</span>!<br /> +O give him to my latest hour!<br /> +Let me my length of life employ,<br /> +To give my sole enjoyment joy;<br /> +His love, let mutual love excite,<br /> +Turn all my cares to his delight,<br /> +And ev’ry needless blessing spare,<br /> +Wherein my darling wants a share.<br /> +When he with graceful action woos,<br /> +And sweetly bills and fondly coos,<br /> +Ah! deck me to his eyes alone,<br /> +With charms attractive as his own,<br /> +And in my circling wings caress’d,<br /> +Give all the lover to my breast.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>Then in our chaste, connubial bed,<br /> +My bosom pillow’d for his head,<br /> +His eyes with blissful slumbers close,<br /> +And watch, with me, my lord’s repose;<br /> +Your peace around his temples twine,<br /> +And love him with a love like mine.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And, for I know his gen’rous flame,</span><br /> +Beyond whate’er my sex can claim,<br /> +Me, too, to your protection take,<br /> +And spare me for my husband’s sake;<br /> +Let one unruffled calm delight<br /> +The loving and belov’d unite;<br /> +One pure desire our bosoms warm,<br /> +One will direct, one wish inform;<br /> +Through life one mutual aid sustain,<br /> +In death one peaceful grave contain.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While, swelling with the darling theme,</span><br /> +Her accents pour’d an endless stream,<br /> +The well-known wings a sound impart,<br /> +That reach’d her ear, and touch’d her heart;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>Quick dropp’d the music of her tongue,<br /> +And forth, with eager joy, she sprung;<br /> +As swift her ent’ring consort flew,<br /> +And plum’d and kindled at the view;<br /> +Their wings, their souls, embracing meet,<br /> +Their hearts with answ’ring measure beat;<br /> +Half lost in sacred sweets, and bless’d<br /> +With raptures felt, but ne’er express’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Straight to her humble roof she led</span><br /> +The partner of her spotless bed;<br /> +Her young, a flutt’ring pair, arise,<br /> +Their welcome sparkling in their eyes,<br /> +Transported, to their sire they bound,<br /> +And hang with speechless action round.<br /> +In pleasure wrapt, the parents stand,<br /> +And see their little wings expand;<br /> +The sire, his life-sustaining prize<br /> +To each expecting bill applies;<br /> +There fondly pours the wheaten spoil,<br /> +With transport giv’n, though won with toil;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>While all collected at the sight,<br /> +And silent, through supreme delight,<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">FAIR</span> high heav’n of bliss beguiles,<br /> +And on her lord and infants smiles.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <span class="smcaplc">SPARROW</span>, whose attention hung</span><br /> +Upon the <span class="smcaplc">DOVE’S</span> enchanting tongue,<br /> +Of all his little slights disarm’d,<br /> +And from himself by <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span> charm’d,<br /> +When now he saw, what only seem’d,<br /> +A fact, so late a fable deem’d;<br /> +His soul to envy he resign’d,<br /> +His hours of folly to the wind;<br /> +In secret wish’d a <span class="smcaplc">TURTLE</span> too,<br /> +And, sighing to himself, withdrew.</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XV" id="FABLE_XV"></a>FABLE XV.</h2> +<p class="title">THE FEMALE SEDUCERS.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>’Tis said of <span class="smcaplc">WIDOW</span>, <span class="smcaplc">MAID</span>, and <span class="smcaplc">WIFE</span>,<br /> +That honour is a <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN’S</span> life;<br /> +Unhappy sex! who only claim<br /> +A being in the breath of fame,<br /> +Which, tainted, not the quick’ning gales<br /> +That sweep <span class="smcaplc">SABÆA’S</span> spicy vales,<br /> +Nor all the healing sweets restore,<br /> +That breathe along <span class="smcaplc">ARABIA’S</span> shore.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The trav’ller, if he chance to stray,</span><br /> +May turn uncensur’d to his way;<br /> +Polluted streams again are pure,<br /> +And deepest wounds admit a cure;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>But <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span>! no redemption knows,<br /> +The wounds of honour never close.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho’ distant ev’ry hand to guide,</span><br /> +Nor skill’d on life’s tempestuous tide,<br /> +If once her feeble bark recede,<br /> +Or deviate from the course decreed,<br /> +In vain she seeks the friendly shore,<br /> +Her swifter folly flies before;<br /> +The circling ports against her close,<br /> +And shut the wand’rer from repose,<br /> +Till by conflicting waves opprest,<br /> +Her found’ring pinnace sinks to rest.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are there no off’rings to atone</span><br /> +For but a single error?—None!<br /> +Tho’ <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span> is avow’d of old<br /> +No daughter of celestial mould;<br /> +Her temp’ring not without allay,<br /> +And form’d but of the finer clay;<br /> +We challenge from the mortal dame,<br /> +The strength angelic natures claim;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>Nay more—for sacred stories tell<br /> +That ev’n immortal angels fell.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whatever fills the teeming sphere</span><br /> +Of humid earth, and ambient air,<br /> +With varying elements endu’d,<br /> +Was form’d to fall, and rise renew’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The stars no fix’d duration know;</span><br /> +Wide oceans ebb, again to flow;<br /> +The moon repletes her waning face,<br /> +All-beauteous, from her late disgrace;<br /> +And suns, that mourn approaching night,<br /> +Refulgent rise, with new-born light.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vain may death and time subdue,</span><br /> +While nature mints her race anew,<br /> +And holds some vital spark apart,<br /> +Like virtue, hid in ev’ry heart;<br /> +’Tis hence, reviving warmth is seen,<br /> +To clothe a naked world in green;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>No longer bared by winter’s cold,<br /> +Again the gates of life unfold;<br /> +Again each insect tries his wing,<br /> +And lifts fresh pinions on the spring;<br /> +Again from ev’ry latent root<br /> +The bladed stem and tendril shoot,<br /> +Exhaling incense to the skies,<br /> +Again to perish, and to rise.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And must weak <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span> then disown</span><br /> +The change to which a world is prone?<br /> +In one meridian brightness shine,<br /> +And ne’er like ev’ning suns decline?<br /> +Resolv’d and firm alone?—Is this<br /> +What we demand of <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span>?—Yes!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But should the spark of vestal fire,</span><br /> +In some unguarded hour expire;<br /> +Or should the nightly thief invade<br /> +<span class="smcap">Hesperia’s</span> chaste and sacred shade,<br /> +Of all the blooming spoils possess’d,<br /> +The dragon, honour, charm’d to rest,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>Shall <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE’S</span> flame no more return?<br /> +No more with virgin splendour burn?<br /> +No more the ravag’d garden blow<br /> +With spring’s succeeding blossom?—No!<br /> +Pity may mourn, but not restore,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span> falls—to rise no more.</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img05.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>Lovely Penitent, arise,<br /> +Come, and claim thy kindred skies;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 92.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London Published by Scatcherd & Letterman, Ave Maria Lane.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within this sublunary sphere,</span><br /> +A country lies—no matter where;<br /> +The clime may readily be found,<br /> +By all who tread poetic ground;<br /> +A stream, call’d <span class="smcaplc">LIFE</span>, across it glides,<br /> +And equally the land divides;<br /> +And here, of <span class="smcaplc">VICE</span> the province lies,<br /> +And there, the hills of <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span> rise.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a mountain’s airy stand,</span><br /> +Whose summit look’d to either land,<br /> +An ancient pair their dwelling chose,<br /> +As well for prospect as repose;<br /> +For mutual faith they long were fam’d,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">TEMP’RANCE</span>, and <span class="smcaplc">RELIGION</span>, nam’d.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A num’rous progeny divine</span><br /> +Confess’d the honours of their line;<br /> +But in a little daughter fair<br /> +Was center’d more than half their care;<br /> +For heav’n, to gratulate her birth,<br /> +Gave signs of future joy to earth.<br /> +White was the robe this infant wore,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">CHASTITY</span> the name she bore.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As now the maid in stature grew,</span><br /> +(A flow’r just op’ning to the view)<br /> +Oft thro’ her native lawns she stray’d,<br /> +And wrestling with the lambkins play’d;<br /> +Her looks diffusive sweets bequeath’d,<br /> +The breeze grew purer as she breath’d,<br /> +The morn her radiant blush assum’d,<br /> +The spring with earlier fragrance bloom’d,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> yearly took delight,<br /> +Like her, to dress the world in white.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when her rising form was seen</span><br /> +To reach the crisis of fifteen;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>Her parents up the mountain’s head,<br /> +With anxious step, their darling led;<br /> +By turns they snatch’d her to their breast,<br /> +And thus the fears of age express’d:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“O joyful cause of many a care!</span><br /> +O daughter, too divinely fair!<br /> +Yon world, on this important day,<br /> +Demands thee to a dang’rous way;<br /> +A painful journey all must go,<br /> +Whose doubtful period none can know;<br /> +Whose due direction who can find,<br /> +Where <span class="smcaplc">REASON’S</span> mute, and <span class="smcaplc">SENSE</span> is blind!<br /> +Ah! what unequal leaders these,<br /> +Thro’ such a wide perplexing maze!<br /> +Then mark the warnings of the wise,<br /> +And learn what love and years advise.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Far to the right thy prospect bend,</span><br /> +Where yonder tow’ring hills ascend;<br /> +Lo! there the arduous path’s in view,<br /> +Which <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span>, and her sons, pursue;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>With toil, o’er less’ning earth they rise,<br /> +And gain, and gain upon the skies.—<br /> +Narrow’s the way her children tread,<br /> +No walk for pleasure smoothly spread;<br /> +But rough, and difficult, and steep,<br /> +Painful to climb, and hard to keep.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Fruits immature those lands dispense,</span><br /> +A food indelicate to sense,<br /> +Of taste unpleasant, yet from those<br /> +Pure <span class="smcaplc">HEALTH</span>, with cheerful <span class="smcaplc">VIGOUR</span> flows;<br /> +And strength unfeeling of decay,<br /> +Throughout the long laborious way.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Hence, as they scale that heav’nly road,</span><br /> +Each limb is lighten’d of its load:<br /> +From earth refining still they go,<br /> +And leave the mortal weight below;<br /> +Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears,<br /> +And smooth the rugged path appears;<br /> +For custom turns fatigue to ease,<br /> +And, taught by <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span>, <span class="smcaplc">PAIN</span> can please.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“At length, the toilsome journey o’er,</span><br /> +And near the bright celestial shore,<br /> +A gulf, black, fearful, and profound,<br /> +Appears, of either world the bound.<br /> +Thro’ darkness, leading up to light,<br /> +Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the sight;<br /> +For there the transitory train,<br /> +Of time, and form, and care, and pain,<br /> +And matter’s gross incumb’ring mass,<br /> +Man’s late associates, cannot pass,<br /> +But sinking, quit th’ immortal charge,<br /> +And leave the wond’ring soul at large;<br /> +Lightly she wings her obvious way,<br /> +And mingles with eternal day.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Thither, O thither, wing thy speed,</span><br /> +Tho’ <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span> charm, or <span class="smcaplc">PAIN</span> impede;<br /> +To such th’ all-bounteous pow’r has giv’n,<br /> +For present earth, a future heav’n;<br /> +For trivial loss, unmeasur’d gain,<br /> +And endless bliss, for transient pain.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>Then fear, ah! fear, to turn thy sight,<br /> +Where yonder flow’ry fields invite;<br /> +Wide on the left the path-way bends,<br /> +And with pernicious ease descends;<br /> +There, sweet to sense, and fair to show,<br /> +New-planted <span class="smcaplc">EDEN</span> seems to blow;<br /> +Trees that delicious poison bear,<br /> +For <span class="smcaplc">DEATH</span> is vegetable there.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Hence is the frame of health unbrac’d,</span><br /> +Each sinew slack’ning at the taste;<br /> +The soul to passion yields her throne,<br /> +And sees with organs not her own;<br /> +While, like the slumb’rer in the night,<br /> +Pleas’d with the shadowy dream of light,<br /> +Before her alienated eyes<br /> +The scenes of fairy-land arise;<br /> +The puppet-world’s amusing show,<br /> +Dipt in the gaily colour’d bow;<br /> +Sceptres, and wreaths, and glitt’ring things,<br /> +The toys of infants and of kings,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>That tempt along the baneful plain,<br /> +The idly wise, and lightly vain;<br /> +Till verging on the gully shore,<br /> +Sudden they sink, to rise no more.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“But list to what thy <span class="smcaplc">FATES</span> declare,</span><br /> +Tho’ thou art <span class="smcaplc">WOMAN</span>, frail as fair,<br /> +If once thy sliding foot should stray,<br /> +Once quit yon heav’n-appointed way,<br /> +For thee, lost maid, for thee alone,<br /> +Nor pray’rs shall plead, nor tears atone;<br /> +Reproach, scorn, infamy, and hate,<br /> +On thy returning steps shall wait.—<br /> +Thy form be loath’d by ev’ry eye,<br /> +And ev’ry foot thy presence fly.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus arm’d with words of potent sound,</span><br /> +Like guardian-angels plac’d around;<br /> +A charm, by truth divinely cast,<br /> +Forward our young advent’rer pass’d.<br /> +Forth from her sacred eye-lids sent,<br /> +Like morn, fore-running, radiance went,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>While <span class="smcaplc">HONOUR</span>, hand-maid, late assign’d,<br /> +Upheld her lucid train behind.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awe-struck, the much-admiring crowd</span><br /> +Before the virgin-vision bow’d;<br /> +Gaz’d with an ever-new delight,<br /> +And caught fresh virtues at the sight;<br /> +For not of earth’s unequal frame<br /> +They deem’d the heav’n-compounded dame,<br /> +If matter, sure the most refin’d,<br /> +High-wrought, and temper’d into mind,<br /> +Some darling daughter of the day,<br /> +And body’d by her native ray.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where’er she passes, thousands bend,</span><br /> +And thousands, where she moves, attend;<br /> +Her ways observant eyes confess,<br /> +Her steps pursuing praises bless;<br /> +While to the elevated maid<br /> +Oblations, as to <span class="smcaplc">HEAV’N</span>, are paid.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas on an ever-blithsome day,</span><br /> +The jovial birth of rosy <span class="smcaplc">MAY</span>,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>When genial warmth, no more suppress’d,<br /> +New melts the frost in every breast;<br /> +The cheek with secret flushing dies,<br /> +And looks kind things from chastest eyes;<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">SUN</span> with healthier visage glows,<br /> +Aside his clouded kerchief throws,<br /> +And dances up th’ ethereal plain,<br /> +Where late he us’d to climb with pain;<br /> +While <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span>, as from bonds set free,<br /> +Springs out, and gives a loose to glee.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now for momentary rest,</span><br /> +The nymph her travell’d step repress’d,<br /> +Just turn’d to view the stage attain’d,<br /> +And glory’d in the height she gain’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out-stretch’d before her wide survey,</span><br /> +The realms of sweet <span class="smcaplc">PERDITION</span> lay,<br /> +And pity touch’d her soul with woe,<br /> +To see a world so lost below;<br /> +When straight the breeze began to breathe<br /> +Airs, gently wafted from beneath,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>That bore commission’d witchcraft thence,<br /> +And reach’d her sympathy of sense;<br /> +No sounds of discord, that disclose<br /> +A people sunk, and lost in woes;<br /> +But as of present good possess’d,<br /> +The very triumph of the bless’d;<br /> +The maid in wrapt attention hung,<br /> +While thus approaching <span class="smcaplc">SIRENS</span> sung.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Hither, fairest, hither haste,</span><br /> +Brightest beauty, come and taste<br /> +What the pow’rs of bliss unfold;<br /> +Joys too mighty to be told;<br /> +Taste what ecstasies they give,<br /> +Dying raptures taste, and live.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘In thy lap, disdaining measure,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Nature</span> empties all her treasure;<br /> +Soft desires, that sweetly languish,<br /> +Fierce delights, that rise to anguish:<br /> +Fairest, dost thou yet delay?<br /> +Brightest beauty, come away!<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘List not, when the froward chide,</span><br /> +Sons of pedantry and pride;<br /> +Snarlers, to whose feeble sense<br /> +<span class="smcap">April</span> sun-shine is offence;<br /> +Age and envy will advise,<br /> +Ev’n against the joys they prize.<br /> +Come, in <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE’S</span> balmy bowl<br /> +Slake the thirstings of thy soul,<br /> +’Till thy raptur’d pow’rs are fainting<br /> +With enjoyment, past the painting:<br /> +Fairest, dost thou yet delay?<br /> +Brightest beauty, come away!’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So sung the <span class="smcaplc">SIRENS</span>, as of yore,</span><br /> +Upon the false <span class="smcaplc">AUSONIAN</span> shore;<br /> +And, O! for that preventing chain,<br /> +That bound <span class="smcaplc">ULYSSES</span> on the main,<br /> +That so our <span class="smcaplc">FAIR ONE</span> might withstand<br /> +The covert ruin now at hand.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The song her charm’d attention drew,</span><br /> +When now the tempters stood in view;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><span class="smcap">Curiosity</span> with prying eyes,<br /> +And hand of busy, bold emprize;<br /> +Like <span class="smcaplc">HERMES</span>, feather’d were her feet,<br /> +And like fore-running fancy fleet;<br /> +By search untaught, by toil untir’d,<br /> +To novelty she still aspir’d,<br /> +Tasteless of ev’ry good possess’d,<br /> +And but in expectation bless’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her, associate, <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span> came,</span><br /> +Gay <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span>, frolic-loving dame!<br /> +Her mien, all swimming in delight,<br /> +Her beauties, half reveal’d to sight;<br /> +Loose flow’d her garments from the ground<br /> +And caught the kissing winds around.<br /> +As erst <span class="smcaplc">MEDUSA’S</span> looks were known<br /> +To turn beholders into stone,<br /> +A dire reversion here they felt,<br /> +And in the eye of pleasure melt.<br /> +Her glance of sweet persuasion charm’d,<br /> +Unnerv’d the strong, the steel’d disarm’d;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>No safety, ev’n the flying find,<br /> +Who, vent’rous, looks not once behind.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus was the much-admiring maid,</span><br /> +While distant, more than half betray’d.<br /> +With smiles, and adulation bland,<br /> +They join’d her side, and seiz’d her hand;<br /> +Their touch envenom’d sweets instill’d,<br /> +Her frame with new pulsations thrill’d,<br /> +While half consenting, half denying,<br /> +Reluctant now, and now complying,<br /> +Amidst a war of hopes and fears,<br /> +Of trembling wishes, smiling tears,<br /> +Still down, and down, the winning pair<br /> +Compell’d the struggling, yielding fair.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As when some stately vessel, bound</span><br /> +To blest <span class="smcaplc">ARABIA’S</span> distant ground,<br /> +Borne from her courses, haply lights<br /> +Where <span class="smcaplc">BARCA’S</span> flow’ry clime invites;<br /> +Conceal’d around whose treach’rous land,<br /> +Lurks the dire rock, and dang’rous sand;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>The pilot warns, with sail and oar,<br /> +To shun the much-suspected shore<br /> +In vain: the tide too subtly strong,<br /> +Still bears the wrestling bark along,<br /> +Till found’ring, she resigns to fate,<br /> +And sinks, o’erwhelmn’d, with all her freight.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So baffling ev’ry bar to sin,</span><br /> +And heav’n’s own pilot plac’d within,<br /> +Along the devious smooth descent,<br /> +With pow’rs increasing as they went,<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">DAMES</span>, accustom’d to subdue,<br /> +As with a rapid current drew;<br /> +And o’er the fatal bounds convey’d<br /> +The lost, the long-reluctant maid.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here stop, ye fair ones, and beware,</span><br /> +Nor send your fond affections there;<br /> +Yet, yet your darling, now deplor’d,<br /> +May turn, to you and <span class="smcaplc">HEAV’N</span> restor’d;<br /> +Till then, with weeping <span class="smcaplc">HONOUR</span>, wait<br /> +The servant of her better fate,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>With <span class="smcaplc">HONOUR</span> left upon the shore,<br /> +Her friend and handmaid now no more;<br /> +Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid<br /> +The fortunes of a wretch betray’d;<br /> +But o’er her failing cast a veil,<br /> +Rememb’ring you, yourselves, are frail.<br /> +And now, from all-enquiring light,<br /> +Fast fled the conscious shades of night;<br /> +The damsel, from a short repose,<br /> +Confounded at her plight, arose.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As when with slumb’rous weight opprest,</span><br /> +Some wealthy miser sinks to rest,<br /> +Where felons eye the glitt’ring prey,<br /> +And steal his hoard of joys away:<br /> +He, borne where golden <span class="smcaplc">INDUS</span> streams,<br /> +Of pearl and quarry’d di’mond dreams,<br /> +Like <span class="smcaplc">MIDAS</span>, turns the glebe to ore,<br /> +And stands all wrapt amidst his store;<br /> +But wakens, naked, and despoil’d<br /> +Of that for which his years had toil’d.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So far’d the <span class="smcaplc">NYMPH</span>, her treasure flown,</span><br /> +And turn’d, like <span class="smcaplc">NIOBE</span>, to stone;<br /> +Within, without, obscure and void,<br /> +She felt all ravag’d, all destroy’d.<br /> +And, O! thou curs’d insidious coast,<br /> +Are these the blessings thou canst boast?<br /> +These, <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span>! these the joys they find,<br /> +Who leave thy heav’n-topt hills behind!<br /> +Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns hide,<br /> +Ye mountains cover me! she cry’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her trumpet <span class="smcaplc">SLANDER</span> rais’d on high,</span><br /> +And told the tidings to the sky;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Contempt</span> discharg’d a living dart,<br /> +A side-long viper to her heart;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Reproach</span> breath’d poisons o’er her face,<br /> +And soil’d, and blasted ev’ry grace;<br /> +Officious <span class="smcaplc">SHAME</span>, her handmaid new,<br /> +Still turn’d the mirror to her view;<br /> +While those in crimes the deepest dy’d,<br /> +Approach’d to whiten at her side;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>And ev’ry lewd insulting dame<br /> +Upon her folly rose to fame.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What should she do; attempt once more</span><br /> +To gain the late-deserted shore?<br /> +So trusting, back the mourner flew,<br /> +As fast the train of fiends pursue.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Again the farther shore’s attain’d,</span><br /> +Again the land of <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span> gain’d;<br /> +But <span class="smcaplc">ECHO</span> gathers in the wind,<br /> +And shows her instant foes behind.<br /> +Amaz’d! with headlong speed she tends,<br /> +Where late she left an host of friends;<br /> +Alas! those shrinking friends decline,<br /> +Nor longer own that form divine;<br /> +With fear they mark the following cry,<br /> +And from the lonely trembler fly;<br /> +Or backward drive her on the coast<br /> +Where <span class="smcaplc">PEACE</span> was wreck’d, and <span class="smcaplc">HONOUR</span> lost.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From earth thus hoping aid in vain;</span><br /> +To <span class="smcaplc">HEAV’N</span>, not daring to complain;<br /> +No truce, by hostile <span class="smcaplc">CLAMOUR</span> giv’n,<br /> +And from the face of <span class="smcaplc">FRIENDSHIP</span> driv’n;<br /> +The <span class="smcaplc">NYMPH</span> sunk prostrate on the ground,<br /> +With all her weight of woes around.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Enthron’d within a circling sky,</span><br /> +Upon a mount, o’er mountains high,<br /> +All radiant sat, as in a shrine,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Virtue</span>, first effluence divine;<br /> +Far, far above the scenes of woe,<br /> +That shut this cloud-wrapt world below:<br /> +Superior goddess! essence bright!<br /> +Beauty of uncreated light,<br /> +Whom should mortality survey,<br /> +As doom’d upon a certain day;<br /> +The breath of frailty must expire,<br /> +The world dissolve in living fire;<br /> +The gems of heav’n and solar flame,<br /> +Be quench’d by her eternal beam,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>And nature, quick’ning in her eye,<br /> +To raise a new-born phœnix, die.</td></tr></table> + + +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/img06.jpg" alt="" /></div> +<p class="center"><i>Vanity</i></p> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><i>Thus far extends my friendly pow’r,<br /> +Nor quits her in her latest hour;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><i>Page 108.</i></td></tr></table> +<p class="center"><i>London: Published by Scatcherd & Letterman, Ave Maria Lane.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hence, unreveal’d to mortal view,</span><br /> +A veil around her form she threw,<br /> +Which three sad sisters of the shade,<br /> +<span class="smcaplc">PAIN</span>, <span class="smcaplc">CARE</span>, and <span class="smcaplc">MELANCHOLY</span>, made.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thro’ this her all-inquiring eye,</span><br /> +Attentive from her station high,<br /> +Beheld, abandon’d to despair,<br /> +The ruins of her fav’rite fair;<br /> +And with a voice, whose awful sound<br /> +Appall’d the guilty world around,<br /> +Bid the tumultuous winds be still;<br /> +To numbers bow’d each list’ning hill;<br /> +Uncurl’d the surging of the main,<br /> +And smooth’d the thorny bed of pain;<br /> +The golden harp of heav’n she strung,<br /> +And thus the tuneful goddess sung:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><br /> +“Lovely <span class="smcaplc">PENITENT</span>, arise,<br /> +Come, and claim thy kindred skies;<br /> +Come, thy sister angels say,<br /> +Thou hast wept thy stains away.<br /> +<br /> +“Let experience now decide,<br /> +’Twixt the good and evil, try’d,<br /> +In the smooth enchanted ground,<br /> +Say, unfold the treasures found.<br /> +<br /> +“Structures, rais’d by morning dreams,<br /> +Sands that trip the flitting streams,<br /> +Down that anchors on the air,<br /> +Clouds that paint their changes there.<br /> +<br /> +“Seas that smoothly dimpling lie,<br /> +While the storm impends on high,<br /> +Showing in an obvious glass,<br /> +Joys that in possession pass.<br /> +<br /> +“Transient, fickle, light, and gay,<br /> +Flatt’ring, only to betray;<br /> +What, alas! can life contain?<br /> +Life, like all its circles, vain.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><br /> +“Will the <span class="smcaplc">STORK</span>, intending rest,<br /> +On the billow build her nest?<br /> +Will the <span class="smcaplc">BEE</span> demand his store<br /> +From the bleak and bladeless shore!<br /> +<br /> +“<span class="smcap">Man</span> alone, intent to stray,<br /> +Ever turns from <span class="smcaplc">WISDOM’S</span> way;<br /> +Lays up wealth in foreign land,<br /> +Sows the sea, and plows the sand.<br /> +<br /> +“Soon this elemental mass,<br /> +Soon th’ encumb’ring world shall pass;<br /> +Form be wrapt in wasting fire,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Time</span> be spent, and <span class="smcaplc">LIFE</span> expire.<br /> +<br /> +“Then, ye boasted works of men!<br /> +Where is your asylum then?<br /> +Sons of <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span>, sons of <span class="smcaplc">CARE</span>,<br /> +Tell me, mortals, tell me where?<br /> +<br /> +“Gone, like traces on the deep,<br /> +Like a sceptre grasp’d in sleep;<br /> +Dews exhal’d from morning glades,<br /> +Melting snows, and gliding shades.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><br /> +“Pass the world, and what’s behind?<br /> +Virtue’s gold, by fire refin’d;<br /> +From an universe deprav’d,<br /> +From the wreck of nature sav’d.<br /> +<br /> +“Like the life-supporting grain,<br /> +Fruit of patience and of pain,<br /> +On the swain’s autumnal day,<br /> +Winnow’d from the chaff away.<br /> +<br /> +“Little <span class="smcaplc">TREMBLER</span>, fear no more,<br /> +Thou hast plenteous crops in store;<br /> +Seeds, by genial sorrows sown,<br /> +More than all thy scorners own.<br /> +<br /> +“What, tho’ hostile earth despise,<br /> +Heaven beholds with gentler eyes;<br /> +Heav’n thy friendless steps shall guide,<br /> +Cheer thy hours, and guard thy side.<br /> +<br /> +“When the fatal trump shall sound,<br /> +When th’ immortals pour around,<br /> +Heav’n shall thy return attest,<br /> +Hail’d by myriads of the bless’d.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><br /> +“Little native of the skies,<br /> +Lovely <span class="smcaplc">PENITENT</span>, arise,<br /> +Calm thy bosom, clear thy brow,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Virtue</span> is thy sister now.<br /> +<br /> +“More delightful are my woes<br /> +Than the rapture <span class="smcaplc">PLEASURE</span> knows;<br /> +Richer far the weeds I bring<br /> +Than the robes that grace a king.<br /> +<br /> +“On my wars of shortest date,<br /> +Crowns of endless triumph wait;<br /> +On my cares a period bless’d,<br /> +On my toils, eternal rest.<br /> +<br /> +“Come, with <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span> at thy side,<br /> +Come, be ev’ry bar defy’d,<br /> +Till we gain our native shore;<br /> +Sister, come, and turn no more.”</td></tr></table> + + + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FABLE_XVI" id="FABLE_XVI"></a>FABLE XVI.</h2> +<p class="title">LOVE AND VANITY.</p> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="table"> +<tr><td>The breezy morning breath’d perfume,<br /> +The wak’ning flow’rs unveil’d their bloom;<br /> +Up with the sun, from short repose,<br /> +Gay <span class="smcaplc">HEALTH</span>, and lusty <span class="smcaplc">LABOUR</span>, rose;<br /> +The milk-maid carol’d at her pail,<br /> +And shepherds whistled o’er the dale;<br /> +When <span class="smcaplc">LOVE</span>, who led a rural life,<br /> +Remote from bustle, state, and strife,<br /> +Forth from his thatch-roof’d cottage stray’d,<br /> +And stroll’d along the dewy glade.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A nymph, who lightly tripp’d it by,</span><br /> +To quick attention turn’d his eye;<br /> +He mark’d the gesture of the fair,<br /> +Her self-sufficient grace and air;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>Her steps that mincing meant to please,<br /> +Her study’d negligence and ease;<br /> +And curious to inquire what meant<br /> +This thing of prettiness and paint,<br /> +Approaching spoke, and bow’d observant:<br /> +The lady, slightly—“Sir, your servant.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Such beauty in so rude a place!</span><br /> +Fair one, you do the country grace;<br /> +At court, no doubt, the public care,<br /> +But <span class="smcaplc">LOVE</span> has small acquaintance there.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Yes, sir,” reply’d the flutt’ring dame,</span><br /> +“This form confesses whence it came;<br /> +But dear <span class="smcaplc">VARIETY</span>, you know,<br /> +Can make us pride and pomp forego;<br /> +My name is <span class="smcaplc">VANITY</span>: I sway<br /> +The utmost islands of the sea;<br /> +Within my court all honour centers,<br /> +I raise the meanest soul that enters,<br /> +Endow with latent gifts and graces,<br /> +And model fools for posts and places.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“As <span class="smcaplc">VANITY</span> appoints at pleasure,</span><br /> +The world receives its weight and measure;<br /> +Hence all the grand concerns of life,<br /> +Joys, cares, plagues, passion, peace, and strife.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Reflect how far my pow’r prevails,</span><br /> +When I step in where <span class="smcaplc">NATURE</span> fails:<br /> +And ev’ry breach of sense repairing,<br /> +Am bounteous still, where heav’n is sparing.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“But chief, in all their arts and airs,</span><br /> +Their playing, painting, pouts, and pray’rs,<br /> +Their various habits and complexions,<br /> +Fits, frolics, foibles, and perfections,<br /> +Their robing, curling, and adorning,<br /> +From noon to night, from night to morning,<br /> +From six to sixty, sick or sound,<br /> +I rule the female world around.”—<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Hold there a moment,’ <span class="smcaplc">CUPID</span> cry’d,</span><br /> +‘Nor boast dominion quite so wide;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Was there no province to invade,<br /> +But that by love and meekness sway’d;<br /> +All other empire I resign,<br /> +But be the sphere of beauty mine.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘For in the downy lawn of rest,</span><br /> +That opens on a woman’s breast,<br /> +Attended by my peaceful train,<br /> +I choose to live, and choose to reign.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Far-sighted <span class="smcaplc">FAITH</span> I bring along,</span><br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">TRUTH</span>, above an army strong,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">CHASTITY</span>, of icy mould,<br /> +Within the burning tropics cold;<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">LOWLINESS</span>, to whose mild brow<br /> +The pow’r and pride of nations bow;<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">MODESTY</span>, with down-cast eye,<br /> +That lends the morn her virgin dye;<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">INNOCENCE</span>, array’d in light,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">HONOUR</span>, as a tow’r upright;<br /> +With sweetly winning graces, more<br /> +Than poets ever dreamt of yore;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>In unaffected conduct free,<br /> +All smiling sisters, three times three;<br /> +And rosy <span class="smcaplc">PEACE</span>, the cherub bless’d,<br /> +That nightly sings us all to rest.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Hence, from the bud of <span class="smcaplc">NATURE’S</span> prime,</span><br /> +From the first step of infant time,<br /> +Woman, the world’s appointed light,<br /> +Has skirted ev’ry shade with white;<br /> +Has stood for imitation high,<br /> +To ev’ry heart, and ev’ry eye;<br /> +From ancient deeds of fair renown,<br /> +Has brought her bright memorials down;<br /> +To time affix’d perpetual youth,<br /> +And form’d each tale of love and truth.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Upon a new <span class="smcaplc">PROMETHEAN</span> plan,</span><br /> +She moulds the essence of a man,<br /> +Tempers his mass, his genius fires,<br /> +And as a better soul inspires.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘The rude she softens, warms the cold,</span><br /> +Exalts the meek, and checks the bold;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>Calls <span class="smcaplc">SLOTH</span> from his supine repose,<br /> +Within the coward’s bosom glows;<br /> +Of pride unplumes the lofty crest,<br /> +Bids bashful merit stand confess’d;<br /> +And like coarse metal from the mines,<br /> +Collects, irradiates, and refines;<br /> +The gentle science she imparts,<br /> +All manners smooths, informs all hearts;<br /> +From her sweet influence are felt,<br /> +Passions that please, and thoughts that melt.<br /> +To stormy rage she bids controul,<br /> +And sinks serenely on the soul;<br /> +Softens <span class="smcaplc">DUCALION’S</span> flinty race,<br /> +And tunes the warring world to peace.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Thus arm’d to all that’s light and vain,</span><br /> +And freed from thy fantastic chain,<br /> +She fills the sphere, by heav’n assign’d,<br /> +And, rul’d by me, o’er-rules mankind.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He spoke.—The nymph impatient stood,</span><br /> +And, laughing, thus her speech renew’d:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And pray, sir, may I be so bold,</span><br /> +To hope your pretty tale is told;<br /> +And next demand without a cavil,<br /> +What new <span class="smcaplc">UTOPIA</span> do you travel?<br /> +Upon my word, these high-flown fancies<br /> +Shew depth of learning in romances.<br /> +Why, what unfashion’d stuff you tell us,<br /> +Of buckram dames, and tiptoe fellows!<br /> +Go, child, and when you’re grown maturer,<br /> +You’ll shoot your next opinion surer.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“O, such a pretty knack at painting,</span><br /> +And all for soft’ning, and for sainting!<br /> +Guess now, who can, a single feature,<br /> +Thro’ the whole piece of female nature:<br /> +Then, mark! my looser hand may fit<br /> +The lines too coarse for love to hit.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“’Tis said, that woman prone to changing,</span><br /> +Thro’ all the rounds of folly ranging,<br /> +On life’s uncertain ocean riding,<br /> +No reason, rule, nor rudder guiding,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>Is like the comet’s wand’ring light,<br /> +Eccentric, ominous, and bright;<br /> +Tractless and shifting as the wind,<br /> +A sea whose fathom none can find;<br /> +A moon, still changing and revolving,<br /> +A riddle, past all human solving;<br /> +A bliss, a plague, a heav’n, a hell,<br /> +A——something, that no man can tell.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Now learn a secret from a friend,</span><br /> +But keep your counsel and attend:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Tho’ in their tempers thought so distant,</span><br /> +Nor with their sex, nor selves consistent,<br /> +’Tis but the diff’rence of a name,<br /> +And ev’ry woman is the same.<br /> +For as the world, however vary’d,<br /> +And thro’ unnumber’d changes carry’d,<br /> +Of elemental modes and forms,<br /> +Clouds, meteors, colours, calms, and storms;<br /> +Tho’ in a thousand suits array’d,<br /> +Is of one subject matter made;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>So, sir, a woman’s constitution,<br /> +The world’s enigma, finds solution.<br /> +And let her form be what you will,<br /> +I am the subject essence still.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“With the first spark of female sense,</span><br /> +The speck of being, I commence;<br /> +Within the womb make fresh advances,<br /> +And dictate future qualms and fancies;<br /> +Thence in the growing form expand,<br /> +With childhood travel hand in hand,<br /> +And give a taste of all their joys,<br /> +In gewgaws, rattles, pomp, and noise.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And now, familiar and unaw’d,</span><br /> +I send the flutt’ring soul abroad;<br /> +Prais’d for her shape, her air, her mien,<br /> +The little goddess, and the queen,<br /> +Takes at her infant shrine oblation,<br /> +And drinks sweet draughts of adulation.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Now, blooming, tall, erect, and fair,</span><br /> +To dress becomes her darling care;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>The realms of beauty then I bound,<br /> +I swell the hoop’s enchanted round;<br /> +Shrink in the waist’s descending size,<br /> +Heav’d in the snowy bosom rise,<br /> +High on the floating lappet sail,<br /> +Or curl’d in tresses kiss the gale.<br /> +Then to her glass I lead the fair,<br /> +And shew the lovely idol there,<br /> +Where, struck as by divine emotion,<br /> +She bows with most sincere devotion;<br /> +And numb’ring ev’ry beauty o’er,<br /> +In secret bids the world adore.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Then all for parking and parading,</span><br /> +Coqueting, dancing, masquerading;<br /> +For balls, plays, courts, and crowds, what passion!<br /> +And churches, sometimes, if the fashion:<br /> +For woman’s sense of right and wrong<br /> +Is rul’d by the almighty throng;<br /> +Still turns to each meander tame,<br /> +And swims the straw of ev’ry stream.<br /> +Her soul intrinsic worth rejects,<br /> +Accomplish’d only in defects,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>Such excellence is her ambition,<br /> +Folly her wisest acquisition;<br /> +And ev’n from pity and disdain,<br /> +She’ll cull some reason to be vain.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Thus, sir, from ev’ry form and feature,</span><br /> +The wealth and wants of female nature,<br /> +And ev’n from vice, which you’d admire,<br /> +I gather fuel to my fire,<br /> +And on the very base of shame,<br /> +Erect my monument of fame.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Let me another truth attempt,</span><br /> +Of which your godship has not dreamt:<br /> +Those shining virtues which you muster,<br /> +Whence think you they derive their lustre?<br /> +From native honour and devotion!<br /> +O yes! a mighty likely notion!<br /> +Trust me, from titled dames to spinners,<br /> +’Tis I make saints, whoe’er make sinners;<br /> +’Tis I instruct them to withdraw,<br /> +And hold presumptuous man in awe;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>For female worth as I inspire,<br /> +In just degrees, still mounts the higher,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span> so extremely nice,<br /> +Demands long toil and mighty price;<br /> +Like <span class="smcaplc">SAMPSON’S</span> pillars, fix’d elate,<br /> +I bear the sex’s tott’ring state;<br /> +Sap these, and in a moment’s space,<br /> +Down sinks the fabric to its base.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Alike from titles, and from toys,</span><br /> +I spring, the fount of female joys;<br /> +In ev’ry widow, wife, and miss,<br /> +The sole artificer of bliss.<br /> +For them each tropic I explore;<br /> +I cleave the sand of ev’ry shore;<br /> +To them uniting <span class="smcaplc">INDIA’S</span> sail,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Sabæa</span> breathes her farthest gale;<br /> +For them the bullion I refine,<br /> +Dig sense and virtue from the mine;<br /> +And from the bowels of invention,<br /> +Spin out the various arts you mention.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Nor bliss alone my pow’rs bestow,</span><br /> +They hold the sov’reign balm of woe;<br /> +Beyond the stoic’s boasted art,<br /> +I soothe the heavings of the heart;<br /> +To pain give splendor, and relief,<br /> +And gild the pallid face of grief.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Alike the palace and the plain,</span><br /> +Admit the glories of my reign;<br /> +Thro’ ev’ry age, in ev’ry nation,<br /> +Taste, talents, tempers, state, and station,<br /> +Whate’er a woman says, I say;<br /> +Whate’er a woman spends, I pay;<br /> +Alike I fill and empty bags,<br /> +Flutter in finery and rags;<br /> +With light coquets thro’ folly range,<br /> +And with the prude disdain to change.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And now, you’d think, ’twixt you and I,</span><br /> +That things were ripe for a reply—<br /> +But soft—and while I’m in the mood,<br /> +Kindly permit me to conclude;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>Their utmost mazes to unravel,<br /> +And touch the farthest step they travel:<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“When ev’ry pleasure’s run a-ground,</span><br /> +And folly tir’d thro’ many a round;<br /> +The nymph, conceiving discontent hence,<br /> +May ripen to an hour’s repentance,<br /> +And vapours shed in pious moisture,<br /> +Dismiss her to a church or cloister;<br /> +Then on I lead her, with devotion<br /> +Conspicuous in her dress and motion;<br /> +Inspire the heav’nly-breathing air,<br /> +Roll up the lucid eye in pray’r,<br /> +Soften the voice, and in the face<br /> +Look melting harmony and grace.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Thus far extends my friendly pow’r,</span><br /> +Nor quits her in her latest hour;<br /> +The couch of decent pain I spread,<br /> +In form recline her languid head;<br /> +Her thoughts I methodize in death,<br /> +And part not with her parting breath;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>Then do I set, in order bright,<br /> +A length of fun’ral pomp to sight;<br /> +The glitt’ring tapers, and attire,<br /> +The plumes that whiten o’er her bier;<br /> +And last, presenting to her eye<br /> +Angelic fineries on high,<br /> +To scenes of painted bliss I waft her,<br /> +And form the heav’n she hopes hereafter.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘In truth,’ rejoin’d <span class="smcaplc">LOVE’S</span> gentle god,</span><br /> +‘You’ve gone a tedious length of road;<br /> +And, strange! in all the toilsome way<br /> +No house of kind refreshment lay;<br /> +No nymph, whose virtues might have tempted<br /> +To hold her from her sex exempted.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“For one, we’ll never quarrel, man,</span><br /> +Take her, and keep her, if you can;<br /> +And pleas’d I yield to your petition,<br /> +Since every fair, by such permission,<br /> +Will hold herself the one selected,<br /> +And so my system stands protected.”<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘O deaf to <span class="smcaplc">VIRTUE</span>, deaf to <span class="smcaplc">GLORY</span>,</span><br /> +To truths divinely vouch’d in story!’<br /> +The godhead, in his zeal return’d,<br /> +And kindling at her malice burn’d.<br /> +Then sweetly rais’d his voice, and told<br /> +Of heav’nly nymphs, rever’d of old;<br /> +<span class="smcap">Hypsipyle</span>, who sav’d her sire;<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">PORTIA’S</span> love, approv’d by fire;<br /> +Alike <span class="smcaplc">PENELOPE</span> was quoted,<br /> +Nor laurel’d <span class="smcaplc">DAPHNE</span> pass’d unnoted,<br /> +Nor <span class="smcaplc">LAODAMIA’S</span> fatal garter,<br /> +Nor fam’d <span class="smcaplc">LUCRETIA</span>, honour’s martyr,<br /> +<span class="smcap">Alceste’s</span> voluntary steel,<br /> +And <span class="smcaplc">CATHERINE</span> smiling on the wheel.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But who can hope to plant conviction,</span><br /> +Where cavil grows on contradiction!<br /> +Some she evades, or disavows,<br /> +Demurs to all, and none allows;<br /> +A kind of ancient things, call’d fables!<br /> +And thus the goddess turn’d the tables.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now both in argument grew high,</span><br /> +And choler flash’d from either eye;<br /> +Nor wonder each refus’d to yield<br /> +The conquest of so fair a field.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When happily arriv’d in view</span><br /> +A goddess, whom our grandames knew,<br /> +Of aspect grave, and sober gait,<br /> +Majestic, awful, and sedate,<br /> +As heav’n’s autumnal eve serene,<br /> +Where not a cloud o’ercasts the scene,<br /> +Once <span class="smcaplc">PRUDENCE</span> call’d, a matron fam’d,<br /> +And in old <span class="smcaplc">ROME CORNELIA</span> nam’d.<br /> +Quick, at a venture, both agree<br /> +To leave their strife to her decree.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now by each the facts were stated,</span><br /> +In form and manner as related;<br /> +The case was short—They crav’d opinion,<br /> +Which held o’er females chief dominion?<br /> +When thus the goddess, answering mild,<br /> +First shook her gracious head, and smil’d:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Alas! how willing to comply,</span><br /> +Yet how unfit a judge am I!<br /> +In times of golden date, ’tis true,<br /> +I shar’d the fickle sex with you;<br /> +But from their presence long precluded,<br /> +Or held as one whose form intruded,<br /> +Full fifty annual suns can tell,<br /> +Prudence has bid the sex farewell.”<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In this dilemma, what to do,</span><br /> +Or who to think of, neither knew;<br /> +For both, still bias’d in opinion,<br /> +And arrogant of sole dominion,<br /> +Were forc’d to hold the case compounded,<br /> +Or leave the quarrel where they found it.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When in the nick, a rural fair,</span><br /> +Of inexperienc’d gait and air,<br /> +Who ne’er had cross’d the neighb’ring lake,<br /> +Nor seen the world beyond a wake;<br /> +With cambric coif, and kerchief clean,<br /> +Trip’d lightly by them o’er the green.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">‘Now, now!’ cry’d <span class="smcaplc">LOVE’S</span> triumphant child,</span><br /> +And at approaching conquest smil’d;<br /> +‘If <span class="smcaplc">VANITY</span> will once be guided,<br /> +Our diff’rence soon may be decided:<br /> +Behold you wench, a fit occasion,<br /> +To try your force of gay persuasion.—<br /> +Go you, while I retire aloof,<br /> +Go, put those boasted pow’rs to proof;<br /> +And if your prevalence of art<br /> +Transcends my yet unerring dart,<br /> +I give the fav’rite contest o’er,<br /> +And ne’er will boast my empire more.’<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At once, so said and so consented,</span><br /> +And well our goddess seem’d contented,<br /> +Nor pausing, made a moment’s stand,<br /> +But tript, and took the girl in hand.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Meanwhile the <span class="smcaplc">GODHEAD</span>, unalarm’d,</span><br /> 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