Their drefs, their courtly manners fee; Seek ye to thrive? In flatt'ry deal, Your fcorn, your hate, with that conceal; And men your talents shall commend; He spoke and bow'd. With mutt'ring jaws And And fond to copy human ways, Practise new mischiefs all their days. Thus the dull lad, too tall for school, With travel finishes the fool, Studious of ev'ry coxcomb's airs, He drinks, games, dreffes, whores and fwears, O'erlooks with scorn all virtuous arts, For vice is fitted to his parts, FABLE 7 Wootton in B Baronf FABLE XV. The PHILOSOPHER and the PHEASANTS. HE Sage, awak'd at early day, TH Through the deep forest took his way; Drawn by the mufick of the groves, Along the winding gloom he roves; 4 From From tree to tree, the warbling throats Prolong the sweet alternate notes. But where he past he terror threw, The fong broke fhort, the warblers flew, And nightingales abhorr'd his fight; All animals before him ran To fhun the hateful fight of man. No No dangers here fhall circumvent, Within the woods enjoy content. Sooner the hawk or vulture truft Than man; of animals the worst; A vice peculiar to the kind. The sheep, whose annual fleece is dy'd, The swarms, who, with induftrious skill, Does not her wing all science aid? Does it not lovers hearts explain, And drudge to raise the merchant's gain? |