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• Deserves not, if so soon offended,
Your feelings, in their full amount, • Are all upon your own account.
• You, in your grotto-work enclos'd, • Complain of being thus expos’d;
Yet nothing feel in that rough coat, • Save when the knife is at your throat, • Wherever driv'n by wind or tide, • Exempt from ev'ry ill beside.
And, as for you, my Lady Squeamish, • Who reckon ev'ry touch a blemish, • If all the plants that can be found • Embellishing the scene around, • Should droop and wither where they grow, • You would not feel at all--not you. • The noblest minds their virtue prove • By pity, sympathy and love : • These, these are feelings truly fine, • And prove their owner half divine.'
His censure reach'd them as he dealt it, And each, by shrinking, shew'd he felt it.
· FABLE LVI.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was sbiady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
My Spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree, . (Two nymphs * adorned with ev'ry grace
That Spaniel-found for me)
Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight
With scarce a slower flight.
His Lilies newly blown ;
And one I wish'd my own.
To steer it close to land ; But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Escap'd my eager hand.
The daughters of Sir Robert Gunning.
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
With fix'd considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
But, with a chirrup clear and strong
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
My ramble finish'd, I return'd;
Beau, trotting far before,
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that Lily cropp'd
Impatient swim to meet
The treasure at my feet.
Charm'd with the sight, the world,' I cried,
*Shall hear of this thy deed ; My Dog shall mortify the pride
‘Of Man's superior breed: • But chief myself I will enjoin,
• Awake at duty's call, • To shew a love as prompt as thine
"To HIM WHO GIVES ME ALL.'
On Hodge they fix, a country boor,
He swore, he drank, at play adept,
One morning, as, in easy chair,
• Know, favour'd mortal, know, that I The pleasures of thy life supply; Istan) * I rais’d thee from the clay-built cell,
Where Want, Contempt and Slavery dwell : * And (as each joy on earth is sold) TV SODELA 'To purchase all, I gave thee gold ; 1 U SD . This made the charms of beauty thine ; * This bless'd thee with the joys of wine ; TÀ . This gave thee, in the rich repast, ahol • Whate'er can please the tutor'd taste ! We ' Confess the blessings I bestow, not 788 . And pay the grateful thanks you owe. My name is Vice!'s-cried Hodge, and leer’d,
• Long be your mighty name rever'd ! b : • Forbid it; Heav'n! thus bless'd by you, w • That I should rob you of your due ; "To Wealth, 'twas you that made me heir, * And gave, for which I thank you, Care; T: • Wealth brought me wine, 'twas past a doubt, . And wine---see here's a leg !—the gout : • To wealth, my Friend, ragouts I owe, o • Whence scurvy, pains and asthmas flow;