FABLE VII. The COUNTRYMAN and JUPITER. TO MYSELF. HAVE you a friend (look round and spy) So fond, fo prepoffefs'd as I? Your faults, fo obvious to mankind, Look round, and see what others do. If these are scruples, give her o'er; The gifts of fortune truly rate; His fears, his wants, increase the more. Should fortune take you into grace, Would that your happiness augment ? What can fhe give beyond content ? With a vast annual income clear! You might start out a glaring fool; Plate, table, horfes, ftewards, hounds, Sunk Sunk is all credit, writs affail, Or were you dignify'd with pow'r, Then, from the hirelings in your caufe, Great guilt knew never joy at heart. O'erfpent with toil, beneath the fhade, Good gods! he cries, 'tis hard to bear I 2 t 1 C With |