FABLE XXXIX.

The FATHER and JUPITER.

HE Man to Jove his fuit preferr❜d;

THE

He begg'd a wife. His prayer was heard. Jove wonder'd at his bold addreffing: For how precarious is the bleffing!

A wife he takes. And now for heirs Again he worries heav'n with prayers. Jove nods affent. Two hopeful boys And a fine girl reward his joys.

Now, more folicitous he grew, And fet their future lives in view; He faw that all respect and duty

Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty.

Once more, he cries, accept my prayer;
Make my lov'd progeny thy care.
Let my first hope, my fav'rite boy,
All fortune's richest gifts enjoy.
My next with ftrong ambition fire:
May favour teach him to afpire;
Till he the step of pow'r afcend,
And courtiers to their idol bend.

F

With

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With ev'ry grace, with ev'ry charm,
My daughter's perfect features arm.
If Heav'n approve, a Father's blefs'd.
Jove fmiles, and grants his full request.
The first, a miser at the heart,

Studious of ev'ry griping art,

Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain,
And all his life devotes to gain.

He feels no joy, his cares increase,
He neither wakes nor fleeps in peace;

In fancy'd want (a wretch compleat)
He ftarves, and yet he dares not eat.
The next to fudden honours grew:

The thriving art of courts he knew:
He reach'd the height of power and place;
Then fell, the victim of difgrace.

Beauty with early bloom fupplies

His daughter's cheek, and points her eyes.
The vain coquette each fuit difdains,
And glories in her lover's pains.
With age fhe fades, each lover flies,
Contemn'd, forlorn, fhe pines and dies.
When Jove the Father's grief furvey'd,
And heard him Heav'n and Fate upbraid,

Thus

Thus fpoke the God. By outward show,

Men judge of happiness and woe:
Shall ignorance of good and ill

Dare to direct th' eternal will?
Seek virtue; and, of that poffeft,

To Providence refign the reft.

FABLE XL.

The Two MONKEY S.

HE learned, full of inward pride,

THE

The Fops of outward fhow deride;
The Fop, with learning at defiance,
Scoffs at the pedant, and the science:
The Don, a formal, folemn ftrutter,
Defpifes Monfieur's airs and flutter;

While Monfieur mocks the formal fool,
Who looks, and speaks, and walks by rule.
Britain, a medley of the twain,

As pert as France, as grave as Spain;
In fancy wifer than the rest,

Laughs at them both, of both the jeft.
Is not the poet's chiming clofe
Cenfur'd by all the fons of profe?
While bards of quick imagination
Defpife the fleepy profe narration.
Men laugh at Apes, they men contemn;
For what are we, but Apes to them?

Two Monkeys went to Southwark fair, No critics had a fourer air:

They

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