jSO? S FABLES, Fab. XL. The Parliament of Birds, WHen Jove by impious Arms had Heaven poiTeft, And old King Saturn letting in the Weft Finifh'd the Golden Days,a Silver Morn, Pale with the Crimes fuccefs, did Earth adorn, And gave its name unto the fecond Age. Then Skies firft thund red, Seas with Tempefts rage, Four Seafons part the Year, Men fbw, and plant, (The golden Times nor Labour knew nor Want) Then Toyl found Eafe by Art, Art by Deceits, Then Civil War turn'd Kingdoms into States, (For petty Kings rul'd firft) then Birds and Beails Did with Republicks private Interefts Begin to build ; Eagles were vanquiiTu! fhen, And Lyons worfted loft their Royal Dei The Birds reduc'd thus to a Popular Their King and Lords of prey ejeded, fate A frequent Parliament in th' antient Wood, There acting daily for the Nations good. When thus the Swalloiv rifing from the flock, To Mafter Speaker, the grave Parrot, {poke. Great things for us, Sir,Providence hath done, And we have through a World of Dangers run, The Eagle, and the gentle Falcon are Deftroy'd or Sequefter'd by happy War; The Kitifli Peers, and Buffard Lords are flown, Who fate with us till we could fit alone: Like worthy Parriots fince, your fpecial Care Hath fetlcd our Militia in the Air. All The Silver Age.