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Who fed not with the common herd,

His tray was to the hall prefer'd,

He

He wallow'd underneath the board,

Or in his master's chamber fnor'd,
Who fondly ftroak'd him ev'ry day,
And taught him all the puppy's play;
Where'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 addrest the swine.
My houfe, my garden, all is thine:
On turnips feast whene'er you please,
And riot in my beans and pease,
If the potatoe's taste delights,
Or the red carrot's sweet invites,
Indulge thy morn and evening hours,
But let due care regard my flowers;
My tulips are my garden's pride.
What vaft expence those beds fupply'd!

The

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The Hog by chance one morning roam'd

Where with new ale the veffels foam'd;

He munches now the steaming grains,

Now with full fwill the liquor drains;
Intoxicating fumes arise,

He reels, he rolls his winking eyes,

Then stagg'ring through the garden fcowers,
And treads down painted ranks of flowers,
With delving fnout he turns the foil,

And cools his palate with the spoil.

The Master came, the ruin spy'd.

Villain, fufpend thy rage, he cry'd:
Haft thou, thou most ungrateful fot,
My charge, my only charge forgot?
What, all my flowers! No more he said,
But gaz'd, and figh'd, and hung his head.

The Hog with stutt'ring speech returns.
Explain, Sir, why your anger burns;

See there, untouch'd your tulips strown,
For I devour'd the roots alone!

At this, the Gard'ner's paffion grows;
From oaths and threats he fell to blows;
The stubborn brute the blows fuftains,

Affaults his leg and tears the veins.

Ah, foolish fwain, too late you find

That fties were for fuch friends defign'd!
Homeward he limps with painful pace,

Reflecting thus on past disgrace;
Who cherishes a brutal mate

Shall mourn the folly foon or late.

FABLE

A. Motte fi.

FABLE XLIX.

The MAN and the FLEA.

Hether on earth, in air, or main,

WH

Sure ev'ry thing alive is vain!

Does not the hawk all fowls furvey,

As destin'd only for his prey?

And

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