I FABLES. Fab. XXIV. Of the Dog and the Afs. / / haft thou got Thy breakfaft yet, fpeak Sirrah, haft thou not ? Your whining and colloging will not ferve, Thy fat fides, Villain, fay thou doft not fterve, The Mafter faid to's Dog; then ftrokes his Head, And claps his Back, and Neck : the Cur well bred With fawning poftures firft plays with his Knee, Then leaps up to his Breaft, next who but he, His Mafter's lap's his Cufhion, where at eafe He lyes, and torments the tormenting Fleas. This put the fallen Aft in woful dumps, W"ho his deep Judgment for a Reafon pumps Why he fhould toyl, and eat the bread of Care; And th' idle Dog like his rich Mafter fare. Then with a figh he faid; Have I with Patience,and Packfadles, broke My heart and fides, my back fo many a ftroke Endur'd, to make my greedy Mafter rich > When his proud Steed lay fainting in a Ditch, And cry'd no more he'd be a Pack-Horfe made : I took the Burthen from the pamper'd Jade, And bore it ftoutly through a tedious Rode. And yet this Whelp, this cringing A-la-mode With Bels, and Collar,Hair in th' Ifland guife, Feeds with his Lord, and on fbft Couches lyes. And why ? becaufe hee'l fport, and fawn, and cog, He knows no other Duty of a Dog. This keeps no Sheep, nor takes foul Swine by th' ear, Ne'r barks at Thievs. nor playes at Bull or Bear, ' K2 But