Still working when he seems fuppreft,
A moft tenacious stubborn guest.

A haggard Spectre from the crew
Crawls forth, and thus afferts his due.
'Tis I who taint the fweeteft joy,
And in the shape of love destroy:

-My thanks, funk eyes, and nofeless face,
Prove my pretention to the place.
Stone urg'd his ever-growing force.
And, next, Confumption's meagre corfe,
With feeble voice, that scarce was heard,
Broke with fhort coughs, his fuit preferr'd.
Let none object my ling'ring way,
I gain, like FABIUS, by delay;
Fatigue and weaken ev'ry foe
By long attack, fecure, though flow.

Plague represents his rapid power,

Who thinn'd a nation in an hour.

All spoke their claim, and hop'd the wand.

Now expectation hufh'd the band,

When thus the Monarch from the throne.

Merit was ever modest known.

What, no Physician fpeak his right!
None here! but fees their toils requite.

Let

Let then Intemp'rance take the wand,
Who fills with gold their zealous hand.
You, Fever, Gout, and all the reft,
(Whom wary men, as foes, deteft)
Forego your claim; no more pretend:
Intemp'rance is efteem'd a friend;
He shares their mirth, their focial joys,
And, as a courted gueft, destroys.
The charge on him muft juftly fall,
Who finds employment for you all.

FABLE

FABXLVIII.

P99

FABXLIX.

A

FABLE XLVIII.

The GARDENER and the HoG.

Gard'ner, of peculiar taste,

On a young Hog his favour plac'd;
Who fed not with the common herd;
His tray was to the hall preferr'd.
He wallow'd underneath the board,
Or in his mafter's chamber fnor'd;
Who fondly ftroak'd him ev'ry day,
And taught him all the puppy's play.
Where-e'er he went, the grunting friend
Ne'er fail'd his pleasure to attend.

As on a time, the loving pair

Walk'd forth to tend the garden's care,
The mafter thus addrefs'd the Swine.

My houfe, my garden, all is thine.
On turnips feaft whene'er you please,
And riot in my beans and peafe ;
If the potatoe's taste delights,
Or the red carrot's fweet invites,
Indulge thy morn and evening hours,
But let due care regard my flowers: