Then bids it rain with fhowers of gold, But when from thence the hen he draws, Vice now stept forth and took the place, This magick looking-glass, fhe cries, (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes: Each eager eye the fight defir'd, And ev'ry man himself admir'd. Next, to a fenator addreffing; See this Bank-note; obferve the bleffing: Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pafs! 'Tis gone. Upon his lips a padlock fhone. A second puff the magick broke, The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke. All full, with heady liquor ftor'd, By By clean conveyance disappear, And now two bloody fwords are there. At once his ready fingers clos'd; She bids Ambition hold a wand, He grafps a hatchet in his hand. A box of charity she fhows: Blow here; and a church-warden blows, "Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And on the table smoaks a treat. She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, And from all pockets fills her box. She next a meagre rake addrest; This picture fee; her fhape, her breast! Hold her, and have her. With surprise, His hand expos'd a box of pills; A guinea with her touch you fee With this fubmiffion own'd her art. FABLE Who graz'd among a num'rous breed, With mutiny had fir'd the train, And spread diffention through the plain. On On matters that concern'd the State The council met in grand debate. Because our fires have born the chain? Confider, friends, your ftrength and might; 'Tis conqueft to affert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we defign'd for daily toil, To drag the plough-share through the foil, To groan beneath the carrier's load? How |