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THE BOAR AND FOREST.
With that the wind began to rise,
The rage of tempests ge defy'd, Bluster'd and storm'd it through the skies, Condemo'd to perilh by a sordid (winte Making a dismal roar :
“ Ye rural deities, and powers unknown The non-con. wrapp'd his cloak about,
What can so great a loss fuffice! Trudg'd on, resolv'd to wcacher's out,
If a hung brawner will atone, And see the tenipest o'er.
Accept friend chucky for a sacrifice." The storm being spent, with piercing rays,
THE MORAL, Full on his shoulders Phæbus plays,
The British oak's our nation's strength and price
, Which soon the zealot felt;
With which triumphant o'er the main we ride; Afide the cumberous cloak was thrown,
losulting foes are by our navies aw'd, Panting and faint, he laid him down,
A guard at home, our dreaded power abroad. More decently to melt.
Like Druids then your forests facred keep, The sun then ask'd his blustering friend,
Preserve with them your empire of the deep. fasther yet he durft contend,
Subje&s their prince's bounty ofc abuse, And try some other way:
And spoil the public for their private use; But, conscious of so plain a truth,
But no rapacious hand fhould dare deface, He put his finger in his mouth,
The royal ttores of a well cinsber'd chasc. Without a word to say.
FABLE XIII. Your Whigs disgrac'd, like bullies of the town,
TÅE FOX AND FLIES
As crafty Reynard frove to swim
The torrent of a rapid stream,
To gain the farther side; Faction unbuttons, and rebates its pace :
Before the middle fpace was past, The hypocritic cloak is tiresome found,
A whirling eddy caught him faft,
And drove him with the tide. And the faint Zealot pants vpon the ground.
With vain efforts and fruggling spent,
Half drown'd, yet forc'd to be content,
Poor ren a foaking lay;
Or chance restore that liberty
The waves had took away. For wars renown'd, belov'd in peace;
A swarm of half-starv'd lraggard flies,
With fury feiz'd the foating prize,
With many a cursc and bitter grean,
He shook his aides, and wilh'd them gone His manors begg'd, and forfeits gain'd,
Whilft plenteously they fed. With patents to confirm the royal grant.
A Hedge-hog saw his evil plighe; The boar, to show a subject's love,
Touch'd with compaflion at the fight, Crav'd for the public good a boen,
Quoth he, “ To show I'm civil, His ancient forest to iniprove,
I'll brush those swigging dogs away, By felling trees, and cutting timber down.
That on thy blood remorselets prey,
And send them to the devil." * Alcoves and Mady walks, quoth he, Are laid aside, become a jelt;
“ No, courteous Sir, the fox reply'd, Your vistos lofty, wide, and free,
Let them infeft and gore my hide,
With their insatiate thirst; Are à la mode, and only in requet."
Since I such fatal wounds sustain, The grant heing pass'd, the ravenous boar,
'Twill yield some pleasure 'midft the pain, A defert of the foreft made:
To see the blood-hounds burst."
THE MORAL; FROM NOSTRADAMUS This act of violence and wrong
" Le sang du Juste à Londres fera faute Alarum'd all the savage race;
“ Brusser par feu, &c." With loud complaints to court they throng, Thus guilty Britain to her Thames complain Stripp'd of their fhades, and ancient resting-place. “ With royal blood defil'd, o cleanse my taip: With generous rage the lion shook,
Whence plagues arise! whence dire contagiais And vow'd the boar should dearly pay;
come! “ I hate, quoth he, a down-caft look,
And fames that my Augufta's pride consume." That robs che public in a friendly way.
" In vain, faith Thames; the Regicidal breed? " Unhappy groves, my empires pride!
Will swarm again, by them thy land thall bied: Lov'd folicudes, ye Mades divine!
Extremelt curie! but fo jof Heaven decreed!
Republicans shall Britain's treasures drain,
TOE PEACOCK PROCLAIMED KING.
A VOLTURE, old and feeble grown,
Took up and much reformid his life;
His beak decay'd, and talons gone,
Yet ftill he relish'd noise and strife.
Once a young peacock to the birds brought forth By virtue of a velvet suit,
On his high birth harangued, and blooming And celebrated bill;
worth. As for his knowledge, 'tis allow'd,
" The ifles and watery realm, said he, He had enough to cheat the crowd,
This hopeful monarch shall command !
His sceptre to depend on me,'
And rule the tributary land;
Reserving only for our royal use,
Whace'er the seas and fertile coafts produce."
The peacock, a pert dapper fpark,
Made the fagacious vulture's choice ;
His citle and descent, though dark, 'Midtt his harangue, one day it chanc'd,
Soon gain'd the whole assembly's voice,
The pye except, a member of the board,
their acclamations, cray'd a word. The rabble quit their doctor straight,
“ His highness' merics and desert, And with huzzas on Bruin wait,
Quoth he, 'tis aeedless to dispute;
In giving empires we're too pert, " D'ye bear, ye pack of bawling louts,
With neither right nor power to do't ; Compos'd of vermin, stink, and clouts;
You've made a peacock king: pray, now 'tis Why all this noise and do?
done, Though through my nose a ring is got,
What champiop here conducts him to his throne. And here I'm baited like a sot,
** Where the imperial eagle reigns, Still I resemble you.
Renown’d for arms, and warlike might, * Observe that mountebanking fool,
Who such a feeble youth disdains,
And vultures dares engage in fight?
Therefore, messieurs, it is my private voice,
That the pofTeffor firft approve our choice."
Cæfar, that prince betrays his fears, • With fulfonic lies and stupid stuff,
Who ftyles chce monarch in the field,
But, when thy army disappears,
To weak pretenders will chy citles yield.
But wiser politicians say,
True condud is not so much shown,
In giving others' realms away, " So, brother monsters, face about,
As in defending well their own.
A LACONIC CONDEMNED.
A sage laconic, truly wise,
In high contempt of rules.
The charge by evidence averr'd,
That fully prov'd the fact : Ten thousand congues and hands revenge the The judges aggravate the crime, wrung
In words as few, and little time,
As answer'd men compacho
Quoth one, « The being too verbose
Read first and second paragraph, A misdemeanor is so gross,
If posible drudge on through half, Of that pernicious kind!
Your crime you'll expiate." The punishment must reach your sense,
The wretch with strong convullions shook, And reason smart for this offence,
Despair and anguish in his look, By torturing your mind.
To heaven for mercy cry'd : * Read Jura Populi o'er twice,
Quoth he, “ Send gibbets, racks, or wheel, Pittis and Bunyan, books of price!
Algiers and gallies please me well, And Oars's modest vein :
Such torments I'll abide. Read Baxter's volumes, Tindal's works,
“ But damn me pot for one offence, Yorkshire Perish with that of Bucks,
To volumes unally'd to sense, True cant, and libel strain.
Vainly to walte my breath · For folid nonsense, thoughtless words,
That answer to the Commons' rights The vindication of the Lords,
With labour'd dullness so affrights, That answers “ Mackworth's State:"
The thoughts are worse than death."
CO N T E N T S.
WORKS OF PARNELL.
Tue Author's Life,
46 52 54 56 58 ib. 59 ib. 69 ib. ib. 61 ib, 624
Hymn for Morning 3 Hynin for Noon,
1 Hymn for Evening, ib. The Soul in Sorrow,
The Happy Man, 7 The Way to Happiness, 8 The Convert's Love, 13 A Desire to Praile,
On Happiness in this Life, 14 Ecstacy, ib. On Divine Love, by meditating on the 151
Wounds of Chrift, ib. On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1712. 16 To Dr. Swift, on his Birth-day, 17 On Bishop Burnet's being set on Fire in his ib. Closet, 18 Elygum, 19 The Judgment of Paris, ib. On Mrs. Arabella Fermor leaving London,
On the Death of Mr. Viner, 23 Erigram, 24 On the Castle of Dublin, Anno 1715, 25
Love in Disguise, ib. ' Chloris appearing in a Looking-glass, 32: On a Lady with foul Breath, 35 On the Number Three, 37 Ellay on the different Styles of Poetry,
Hefiod, or the Rise of Woman,
ib. 63 66
ib. 67 68 ib. 69
iba ib. 70
ib. ib, ib, ib. 71
Epilogue to the Tragedy of Cato,
To the Lady Louisa Lenos, with Ovid's
Æneas descends into Hell,
Verses made to a Simile of Pope's,
the House in the Hay-Market,
to Win Him,