These carcaffes on either hand,

Those bones that whiten all the land

My former deeds and triumphs tell,
Beneath these jaws what numbers fell.
True, fays the Man, the strength I saw
Might well the brutal nation awe;
But fhall a monarch, brave like you,
Place glory in fo false a view?

Robbers invade their neighbour's right.
Be lov'd. Let justice bound your might.
Mean are ambitious heroes boasts

Of wafted lands and flaughter'd hofts;
Pyrates their power by murders gain,
Wife kings by love and mercy reign;
To me your clemency hath shown

The virtue worthy of a throne;

Heav'n gives you power above the reft,

Like Heav'n to fuccour the distrest.

The cafe is plain, the Monarch faid
Falfe glory hath my youth mis-led,

For beasts of prey, a fervile train,
Have been the flatt'rers of my reign.
You reafon well. Yet tell me, friend,
Did ever you in courts attend?

For all my fawning rogues agree
That human heroes rule like me.

FABLE

Hoetton inv.

P Fourdrinier

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FABLE II.

The SPANIEL and the CAMELEON.

Spaniel, bred with all the care

That waits upon a fav'rite heir, Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand; Indulg'd to disobey command,

In

In pamper'd ease his hours were spent ;
He never knew what learning meant;
Such forward airs, fo pert, fo fmart,
Were fure to win his lady's heart,
Each little mischief gain'd him praise;
How pretty were his fawning ways!

The wind was fouth, the morning fair,
He ventures forth to take the air;
He ranges all the meadow round,

And rolls upon the fofteft ground;
When near him a Cameleon feen
Was scarce distinguish'd from the green.
Dear emblem of the flatt'ring host,
What live with clowns, a genius loft!
To cities and the court repair,

A fortune cannot fail thee there;

Pre

Preferment shall thy talents crown.
Believe me, friend; I know the town.
Sir, fays the fycophant, like you,
Of old, politer life I knew ;

Like you, a courtier born and bred,
Kings lean'd their ear to what I said,
My whisper always met fuccefs,
The ladies prais'd me for address,
I knew to hit each courtier's paffion,
And flatter'd ev'ry vice in fashion.
But Jove, who hates the lyar's ways,
At once cut fhort my profp'rous days,
And, fentenc'd to retain my nature,
Transform'd me to this crawling creature;
Doom'd to a life obfcure and mean,
I wander in the sylvan scene.

For Jove the heart alone regards,
He punishes what man rewards.

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