W. Kent.jnu.

P Fourdrinier.squl.

A

FABLE XII.

CUPID, HYMEN, and PLUTUS.

S Cupid in Cythera's grove

Employ'd the leffer powers of love, Some shape the bow, or fit the string,

Some give the taper shaft its wing,

Or turn the polish'd quiver's mold,

Or head the darts with temper'd gold.
Amidst their toil and various care,
Thus Hymen, with affuming air,
Addreft the God. Thou purblind chit,
Of aukward and ill-judging wit,
If matches are no better made,
At once I must forswear my trade.
You send me fuch ill-coupled folks,
That 'tis a fhame to fell them yokes.
They fquabble for a pin, a feather,
And wonder how they came together.
The husband's fullen, dogged, fhy,
The wife grows flippant in reply;

He loves command and due restriction,

And she as well likes contradiction;

She never flavishly submits,

She'll have her will, or have her fits;

He

He this way tugs, fhe t'other draws,

The man grows jealous, and with cause,
Nothing can fave him but divorce,

And here the wife complies of course.
When, fays the Boy, had I to do
With either your affairs or you?
I never idly spend my darts;
You trade in mercenary hearts:
For fettlements the lawyer's fee'd;

Is

my

hand witness to the Deed?

If they like cat and dog agree,

Go rail at Plutus, not at me.

Plutus appear'd, and faid; 'Tis true,
In marriage, gold is all their view;
They seek not beauty, wit or sense,

And love is feldom the pretence.
All offer incenfe at my fhrine,

And I alone the bargain fign,

How can Belinda blame her fate?

She only ask'd a great estate.

Doris was rich enough, 'tis true,
Her Lord must give her title too;
And ev'ry man, or rich or poor,
A fortune asks, and asks no more.

Av'rice, whatever shape it bears, Must still be coupled with its cares.

FABLE

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FABLE XIII.

The tame STAG.

S a young Stag the thicket past,

The branches held his antlers fast, A clown, who faw the captive hung,

Across the horns his halter flung.