Now, fafely hamper'd in the cord,
He bore the present to his lord:

His lord was pleas'd: as was the clown,
When he was tipt with half-a-crown.
The Stag was brought before his wife,
The tender lady begg'd his life.

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How fleek's the skin! how speck'd like ermine! Sure never creature was fo charming!

At first within the yard confin'd,

He flies and hides from all mankind;
Now bolder grown, with fixt amaze
And diftant awe prefumes to gaze,
Munches the linnen on the lines,
And on a hood or apron dines;
He steals my little master's bread,
Follows the fervants to be fed,
Nearer and nearer now he stands,
To feel the praise of patting hands,

Examines

Examines every fist for meat,

And though repuls'd difdains retreat,
Attacks again with levell'd horns,
And man, that was his terror, fcorns.

Such is the country maiden's fright, When first a red-coat is in fight, Behind the door fhe hides her face, Next time at diftance eyes the lace,

She now can all his terrors ftand,

Nor from his fqueeze withdraws her hand;

She plays familiar in his arms,

And ev'ry foldier hath his charms;

From tent to tent she spreads her flame:

For custom conquers fear and shame.

W. Inv

G.V. Gucht Scul

FABLE XIV.

The MONKEY who had feen the World.

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Resolv'd to visit foreign climes;

For men in distant regions roam

To bring politer manners home;

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So forth he fares, all toil defies:

Misfortune ferves to make us wife.

At length the treach'rous fnare was laid,
Poor Pug was caught, to town convey'd,
There fold; (How envy'd was his doom,
Made captive in a lady's room!)
Proud as a lover of his chains,

He day by day her favour gains,
Whene'er the duty of the day,

The toilette calls; with mimic play

He twirles her knots, he cracks her fan,
Like any other gentleman.

In vifits too his parts and wit,

When jefts grew dull, were fure to hit.
Proud with applause, he thought his mind
In ev'ry courtly art refin'd,

Like Orpheus burnt with publick zeal,
To civilize the monkey weal;

So

So watch'd occafion, broke his chain,

And fought his native woods again.
The hairy fylvans round him press,
Astonish'd at his ftrut and dress,

Some praise his fleeve, and others glote
Upon his rich embroider'd coat,
His dapper perriwig commending
With the black tail behind depending,
His powder'd back, above, below,
Like hoary frofts, or fleecy fnow
But all, with envy and desire,
His flutt'ring fhoulder-knot admire,
Hear and improve, he pertly cries,

I come to make a nation wife;

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Weigh your own worth; support your place, The next in rank to human race.

In cities long I pass'd my days,

Convers'd with men, and learnt their ways: