How feeble are the two-legg'd kind!
What force is in our nerves combin'd!
Shall then our nobler jaws submit
To foam and champ the galling bit?
Shall haughty man my back beftride?
Shall the sharp fpur provoke my fide?
Forbid it Heav'ns! Reject the rein,
Your fhame, your infamy difdain.
Let him the lyon first controul,
And still the tyger's famish'd growle:
Let us, like them, our freedom claim,
And make him tremble at our name.
A general nod approv'd the cause,
And all the circle neigh'd applause.
When, lo, with grave and folemn pace
A steed advanc'd before the race,
With age and long experience wife,
Around he cast his thoughtful eyes,

And,

And, to the murmurs of the train,

Thus fpoke the Neftor of the plain.

When I had health and strength, like you,
The toils of fervitude I knew ;

Now grateful man rewards my pains,
And gives me all these wide domains ;
At will I crop the year's encrease,

My latter life is rest and peace.

I

grant to man we lend our pains,

And aid him to correct the plains;
But doth not he divide the care,
Through all the labours of the year?
How many thousand structures rise,
To fence us from inclement skies! .
For us he bears the fultry day,
And stores up all our winter's hay;
He fows, he reaps the harveft's gain,
We share the toil and fhare the grain.

4

Since

Since ev'ry creature was decreed
To aid each other's mutual need,
Appease your discontented mind,

And act the part by Heav'n affign'd.

The tumult ceas'd. The colt fubmitted, And, like his ancestors, was bitted.

FABLE

IMP

With heedlefs flight, or fmiles of scorn;
Teaz'd into wrath, what patience bears
The noify fool who perfeveres?

The

Kent ini'.

I

FABLE XLV.

The POET and the ROSE.

Hate the man who builds his name

On ruins of another's fame.

Thus prudes by characters o'erthrown

Imagine that they raise their own;
N

P.Fourdrinier ul.

Thus