And did ye fcream with harfher found,

I hofe faults in you had ne'er been found:
To all apparent beauties blind,

Each blemish ftrikes an envious mind.

Thus in affemblies have I feen

A nymph of brightest charms and mien,
Wake envy in each ugly face;
And buzzing fcandal fills the place.

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FABLE XII.

CUPID, HYMEN, and PLUTUS.

S Cupid in Cythera's grove.

Employ'd the leffer powers of love;
Some fhape the bow, or fit the ftring;
Some give the taper fhaft its wing,
Or turn the polifh'd quiver's mould,.
Or head the darts with temper'd gold:
Amidst their toil and various care,
Thus Hymen, with affuming air,
Addrefs'd the God. Thou purblind chit,
Of aukward and ill-judging wit,
If matches are no better made,
At once I must forfwear my trade.
You fend me fuch ill-coupled folks,
That 'tis a fhame to fell them yokes.

They

They fquabble for a pin, a feather,
And wonder how they came together.
The husband's fullen, dogged, fhy,
The wife grows flippant in reply;
He loves command and due reftriction;
And fhe as well likes contradiction:
She never flavishly submits;

She'll have her will, or have her fits.
He this way tugs, fhe t'other draws;
The man grows jealous, and with caufe.
Nothing can fave him but divorce;
And here the wife complies of course.

When, fays the Boy, had I to do

With either your affairs or you ?
I never idly spend my darts;

You trade in mercenary hearts.
For fettlements the lawyer's fee'd;

Plutus appear'd, and faid, 'Tis true,

In marriage gold is all their view:

They feek not beauty, wit, or sense;
And love is feldom the pretence.
All offer incenfe at my shrine,

And I alone the bargain fign.

How can BELINDA blame her fate?

She only afk'd a great estate.

DORIS

true;

DORIS was rich enough, 'tis
Her lord must give her title too :
And ev'ry man, or rich or poor,
A fortune asks, and asks no more.

Av'rice, whatever fhape it bears,
Muft ftill be coupled with its cares.

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FABLE XIII

The tame STAG.

Sa young Stag the thicket past,
The branches held his antlers faft;
A clown, who faw the captive hung,
Acrofs the horns his halter flung.
Now fafely hamper'd in the cord,
He bore the present to his lord.
His lord was pleas'd; as was the clown,
When he was tip'd with half a crown.
The Stag was brought before his wife;
The tender lady begg'd his life.

How fleek's the fkin! how fpeck'd like ermine!
Sure never creature was so charming!

At first within the yard confin'd,
He flies and hides from all mankind;
Now bolder grown, with fix'd amaze
And distant awe presumes to gaze; b

Munches

Munches the linen on the lines,
And on a hood or apron dines:
He steals my little master's bread,
Follows the fervants to be fed :
Nearer and nearer now he ftands,
To feel the praise of patting hands;
Examines ev'ry fift for meat,

And though repuls'd, difdains retreat :
Attacks again with levell'd horns ;
And man, that was his terror, scorns.

Such is the country maiden's fright,
When first a red coat is in fight;
Behind the door fhe hides her face;
Next time at distance eyes the lace.
She now can all his terrors ftand,
Nor from his fqueeze withdraws her hand.
She plays familiar in his arms,

And ev'ry foldier hath his charms.

From tent to tent the spreads her flame;

For custom conquers fear and fhame.

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FABLE XIV.

The MONKEY who had feen the world.

Monkey to reform the times,

Refolv'd to vifit foreign climes :
For men in distant regions roam
To bring politer manners home.

So

So forth he fares, all toil defies:
Misfortune ferves to make us wife.

At length the treach'rous fnare was laid;
Poor Pug was caught, to town convey'd,
There fold. (How envy'd was his doom,
Made captive in a lady's room!)

Proud as a lover of his chains,

He day by day her favour gains.
Whene'er the duty of the day

The toilette calls; with mimic play
He twirles her knots, he cracks her fan,
Like any other Gentleman.

In vifits too his parts and wit,

When jetts grew dull, were fure to hit.
Proud with applaufe, he thought his mind
In ev'ry courtly art refin'd;

Like ORPHEUs burnt with public zeal,
To civilize the monkey weal :

So watch'd occafion, broke his chain,
And fought his native woods again.
The hairy fylvans round him prefs,
Aftonish'd at his ftrut and dress.

Some praise his fleeve; and others glote
Upon his rich embroider'd coat;
His dapper periwig commending,
With the black tail behind depending;
His powder'd back, above, below,
Like hoary frofts, or fleecy fnow:

But