Me, who contribute to your cheer, And raise your mirth with ale and beer! Are those poor sweepings of a groom, The humble Dunghill thus reply'd. My warm affistance gave thee birth, Or thou hadst perish'd low in earth; Cancell at once all obligation. FABLE W. Kent inv. P.Fourdrinier scal FABLE XXXVI. PYTHAGORAS and the COUNTRYMAN. Prthag'ras role at early dawn. By foaring meditation drawn, To breathe the fragrance of the day, In In mufing contemplation warm, His steps mis-led him to a farm, Where, on the ladder's topmost round A Peasant stood; the hammer's found Shook the weak barn. Say, friend, what care The Clown with furly voice replies. My hen's annoy, my turkey's dread, My yard the thriving poultry feed, And my barn's refuse fat the breed. Friend, fays the Sage, the doom is wife, For publick good the murd'rer dies; But if these tyrants of the air Demand a sentence so severe, Thus to condemn a hawk or kite, Hold, cry'd the Clown, with paffion heated, Shall kites and men alike be treated? When Heav'n the world with creatures ftor'd, Man was ordain'd their sov'raign lord. Thus tyrants boaft, the Sage reply'd, Whose murders fpring from power and pride. Thy greater lux'ry to sustain; For* petty rogues submit to fate That great ones may enjoy their fate: *Garth's Difpenfary. FABLE |