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TRE MORAL.

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
Libel and rail, the more they're tumbled down :

As crafty Reynard frove to swim
Superior merit ftill prevails at last,
The fury of their feeble storm is part.

The torrent of a rapid stream,
But when the senate darts its piercing rays,

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,
FABLE XII.

Poor ren a foaking lay;
Till some kind ebb thould let him trec,

Or chance restore that liberty
A LION, generous and brave,

The waves had took away. For wars renown'd, belov'd in peace;

A swarm of half-starv'd lraggard flies,
His lands in royal bounties gave,

With fury feiz'd the foating prize,
And treasures much impair'd by acts of grace. By raging hunger led;
His ministers whole realms obtain'd;

With many a cursc and bitter grean,
And courtiers, much inclin'd to want,

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."
Up by the roots vast oaks he core,
And low on earth the princely cedars laid.

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!

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Republicans shall Britain's treasures drain,

FABLE XV.
Betray her monarch, and her church profane !
Till, gorg'd with spoils, with blood the leeches

TOE PEACOCK PROCLAIMED KING.
burit,
Or Tyburn add the second to the firft."

A VOLTURE, old and feeble grown,
FABLE XIV.

Took up and much reformid his life;

His beak decay'd, and talons gone,
TUL BEAR AND MOUNTEBANK.

Yet ftill he relish'd noise and strife.
There liv'd a quack in high repute,

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 !
And that's good modern skill.

His sceptre to depend on me,'
Once as this orator held forth

And rule the tributary land;
On topics of his medicines' worth,

Reserving only for our royal use,
And wondrous cures they wrought;

Whace'er the seas and fertile coafts produce."
Though not a word they understood,

The peacock, a pert dapper fpark,
His eloquence fo charm'd the crowd,

Made the fagacious vulture's choice ;
That itill they gap'd and bought.

His citle and descent, though dark, 'Midtt his harangue, one day it chanc'd,

Soon gain'd the whole assembly's voice,
Tom Dove * the bear that way advanc'd,

The pye except, a member of the board,
In procession to his stake;

Who, 'midst

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;
Who thus the chief befpake :

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,
Perch'd yonder on his three-legg'd tool,

And vultures dares engage in fight?
With poisonous drugs to fell;

Therefore, messieurs, it is my private voice,
See o'er his shoulder how he sneers,

That the pofTeffor firft approve our choice."
Three hours to lug you by the cars,

TRE MORAL.
Yet pleases wondrous well.

Cæfar, that prince betrays his fears, • With fulfonic lies and stupid stuff,

Who ftyles chce monarch in the field,
He cheats and banters you enough,

But, when thy army disappears,
Yet there ye flock by fhoals;

To weak pretenders will chy citles yield.
But if by chance a bear's brought out,

But wiser politicians say,
At him ye hollow, laugh, and Mout,

True condud is not so much shown,
And who's the greater fools ?

In giving others' realms away, " So, brother monsters, face about,

As in defending well their own.
The quack your keeper, wants his rout;
For, underneath the rolc,

FABLE XVI.
Another fort of brutes there are,
Besi les a stupid Russian bear,

A LACONIC CONDEMNED.
That's milled by the nose.”
THE MORAL.

A sage laconic, truly wise,
III minifters, like quacks, the crowd deceive, Whose conversation was concise,
Defraud them for their good; and they believe: Train'd up in rigid schools;
At France and Rome they rail with specious arts, Once, when a single word would do,
And, whilst they cheat the vulgar, gain their Had lavishly made use of two,
hearts.

In high contempt of rules.
But if fagacious Bruin smells them out, A bill against him was preferr'd,
Their frauds exposing to the injur'd rout;

The charge by evidence averr'd,
To mischief prone, implacable, and strong,

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
Yon Dove has been celebrated by Dryden and King,

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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.

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46 52 54 56 58 ib. 59 ib. 69 ib. ib. 61 ib, 624

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jii Solomon,

Jonah,
Hezekiah,
Habakkuk,

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,

A Riddle,

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,
Songs,
Anacreontic,
Another,
A Fairy Tale, in the ancient English Style,
The Vigil of Venus,
Barcle of the Frogs and Mice,
To Mr. Pope,
Part of the first Canto of the Rape of the

Lock translated,
Health an Eclogue,
The Flies, an E-logue,
An Elegy to an Old Beauty,
The Book worm,
An Allegory on Man,
An Imitation of French Verses,
A Night-piece on Death,
Hymn to Contentment,
The Hermir,
Picty, or the Vision,
Bacchus; or, the Drunken Metamorphosis,
The Horse and the Olive,
Dr. Donne's Third Satire versified,
The Gift of Poetry,
Moses,
Deborah,
Hannah,
David,

ib. 63 66

ib. 67 68 ib. 69

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POEMS.

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Epilogue to the Tragedy of Cato,

Canto 1.

89 | A Soliloquy, out of Italian,

Canto II.

91 ! An Imitation of a French Author,

Canto III.

93 | Anacreontic Epistle to Mr. Gay, on his

Canto IV.

96 Poems,

Canto V.

99 To the Merry Poetaster, at Saddlers-Hall,

Canto VI.

in Cheaplide,

The Earl of Godolphin to Dr. Garth, upon

Dedication of Cleremont, to the Right

the loss of Miss Dingle,

Honourable the Earl of Clare, afterwards

From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book XIV.

Duke of Newcastle,

The Translation of Scylla,

107

Preface,

ib.

The Voyage of Æneas continued,

Clermont,

ib.

The Transformation of Cercopiads

into Apes,

To the Lady Louisa Lenos, with Ovid's

Æneas descends into Hell,

Epistles,

To Richard Earl of Burlington, wisi.is

IIO

The Story of the Sibyl,

The Adventures of Achæmenides,

ib.

Art of Love,

To the Duchess of Bolton, on her staying

The Adventures of Macareus,

all the Winter in the Country,

The Enchantments of Circe,

To the Duke of Marlborough, on his vo-

The Story of Picus and Canens,

Æneas arrives in Italy,

ib.

luntary Banishment,

To the Earl of Godolphin,

The Adventures of Diomedes,

The Transformation of Appulus,

On her Majesty's Statue in St. Paul's

Church-yard,

ib.

The Trojans Ships transformed into

On the New Conspiracy, 1916,

Sea-Nymphs,

On the King of Spain,

ib.

The Dedication of Æneas,

The Line of the Latian Kings,

Verses written for the Toasting Glasses of

the Kit-Cat-Club, 1703,

ib.

The Story of Vertumnus and Pomona,

Prologue designed for Tamerlane,

The Story of Iphis and Anaxarate,

113

The Latian Line continued,

Prologue to the Music-Meeting in York-

buildings,

ib.

The Assumption of Romulus,

Prologue to the Cornish Squire, a Comedy,

The Assumption of Herülia,

ib.

Prologue spoken at the Queen's Theatre,

From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book XT'.

ib.

in the Hay-Market,

The Story of Cippus,

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