S FABLES. Fab. XXIII. Of the Lyon grown old. COme all, come all, take your revenges full, My Coufin Horfe, the Boar, the Bear and Bull; Come all you free-born beafts, and now no more Tr... Show more
S FABLES. Fab. XXIII. Of the Lyon grown old. COme all, come all, take your revenges full, My Coufin Horfe, the Boar, the Bear and Bull; Come all you free-born beafts, and now no more Tremble to htar the cruel Lyon rore The Forreft now is ours, that Tyrant which So long proud Scepters fwai'd, in yonder Ditch Lyes bed-rid, brays the AfTe; then come each one And give him ample Retribution. And I'll redeem my R eputation loft: The Lyon now fhall know unto his coft, The Afs is no fuch daftard, nor fo dull; Then come, come all, and take R evenges full. This faid, the Vulgar rufh, both wild and tame, Where the old Lyonhy, Weak, Sick, and Lame : His Crown they feize, upon his Scepter tread, And pull his Royal Ermine o'r his Head. When round his Eyes the dying Monarch caft, And as he view'd them, groaning/pake his laft; I did not well, when I had Strength and Power, So many loving Sub/e&s to devour, Whofe friends take ;uft revenge: But where are they Who drank with me their blood, and Hiar'd the Prey To guard my perfbn from their cruel R age? Some my dim fight prefents, who now engage With greater Malice: ah ! for which good deed Friends doe you tear my fides ? You make me bleed ? 'Twas no well grounded Policy of State By Arbitrary Power to purchafe Hate; K But
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FABLES. But I did worfe, in choofing fuch falfe Friends, That ;oyn with Foes, having obtain'd their ends. Moral. When Kings are weatyhen affive SubjcBs jlrive To raife their Power above Prer... Show more
FABLES. But I did worfe, in choofing fuch falfe Friends, That ;oyn with Foes, having obtain'd their ends. Moral. When Kings are weatyhen affive SubjcBs jlrive To raife their Power above Prerogative : Both Friends and Foes confpire with Time and Fates, Oft to reduce proud Kingdoms into States. Fae
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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, ... Show more
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
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JB.SOTS FABLES. But a meer Foifting-Hound; well, now I fee, Not always Strength ..nor Wit, nor Induftry Gains Fortune's Smile; too oft in Princes Courts Great Favourites rife by Jefts and i... Show more
JB.SOTS FABLES. But a meer Foifting-Hound; well, now I fee, Not always Strength ..nor Wit, nor Induftry Gains Fortune's Smile; too oft in Princes Courts Great Favourites rife by Jefts and idle Sports And Complements: if fo, there's none furpafies For Complement your Complemental Ajfes. I am refolv'd their Dog-fhips, Ape-fhips all This day to imitate, fall what my fall. This faid, the Afs pricks his notorious Ear, And like a Hobby-horfe, or dancing Bear, Begins to move, now like a Spaniel plays, But ftill his own Voyce frights him when he brays. Then to his Mafter boldly he drew neer, At laft charg'd him with a full Career: Then rifing up takes with a rough im brace, About the Neck, offers to lick his Face, And with foul Hoofs wanders all or hisBreaft. With wonder then and fuddain fear oppreft, Th' affrighted Mafter calls aloud for aid ; Then Ajfinego for his folly paid: Who,while his bones Swains made with beating fore, Did thus his Fortune patiently deplore; My Genius, and my Perfon I miftake, Not every Block a Mercury will make ,* Foul ways, and heavy Burthens better fuit With Ruftick Ajfes, than the Ivory Lute. All things befit not all,and I
