FABLES. But there are Mafters in a Realm far Weft. As Travellers relate, More for our purpofe fit; Where the whole Nation like our Apes are dreft, And grave long Garments hate, Being much of their Capacity and Wit; Go then and dancing Mafters fetch from France, The beft choo/e by their Apiih Countenance, To teach our Apes iike Mentor like them/clvs,to dance. Sails from Marfellies a ftout Veflhl lets, Laden with dancing Mafters, and their Kits, To purge the King of all his Melancholy Fits. NowEaftern Apes ply Gallic^ dancing Schools, Where the dull German, joyn'd With the raw Englim Afs, That imitate all Nations., look'd like Fools The Apes were fo refin'd, That all our Alamodes they far furpafs: How they a Brawl, a Saraband would do! How ftately move in a Coranto ! Who (knew ? From their great Mafters, now the cunning Scholar Oft for his Monfieur the King pJeas'd to ask : But when he heard they had perform'd their Task, He Solemn Order gave to have a ftately Mask. And now th' expeded Night was come : when late Enters the joyful King, And takes his lofty Chair: About him Peers and Princes of the State, And in a glorious Ring Sate Gypfie Ladies, there, accounted fair. The Scene appears, the envious Curtain drawn, In Gold and Purple, tufted with pure Lawn, Beafts Frenchifi'd^fliew'd like the blufhing Dawn. When