'If,' said he, real pleasure is In such buffoonery as this, Then Beaux and smarts, amongst mankind, 'Are in their notions most refin'd; 'But well we know, by men of sense, In careless indolence and ease, Regardless what th' ambitious fly at, 'So we're but undisturb'd and quiet; < Well knowing 'tis but to attain ⚫ More ease that they're at so much pain. And he's more happy, none can doubt it, Who's easy without pains about it.' Now rose the Hog, and, with a grunt, 6 < Pleasure!' cried he, they know nought on't. A life trail'd on in laziness Can only suit a stupid Ass, ' And fool'd away in Monkey mirth, 'It's really full as little worth; For doing nothing worthy fame, 'And doing nothing's much the same. But, if you'd real pleasure know, Let gen'rous liquor smiling flow; And drink, and sing, and rant, and roar; 'Whilst mirth and joy run laughing round.' And next to him arose the Goat Of which the pains we're at to get it, O'erpays the bliss when we come at it; 'Nor can it e'er be call'd true joy 'With such a mixture of alloy, No, that must be the most refin'd 'Which most exalts and charms the mind; Than grandeur and magnificence, Than sumptuous trains and vast expence, 'Than place, distinction, and preferment, And, when we die, a grand interment.' At this the Horse, with noble look, Raising his crested neck, thus spoke : 'Knows not what greatness, nor what pleasure is; Which is in gaudiest colours drest. Of both we may affirm the same, Their taste lies but in gilded frame. 'I grant preferment, honour, place, Are rising steps to happiness; 6 But, whilst we're upwards thus aspiring, 'Can only our desires fulfil; Whence, highest bliss, in my opinion, 'Must be in power and dominion.' : Thus all their various sense express'd, But soon the disputants grew rude, 'Cease, cease your vain contention, cease) "Your shallow schemes of happiness; Which only have confirm'd me more, 'Tis what I thought it was before.. 'Greatness is no establishment Of real bliss, or true content; • Luxurious banquets quickly pall, In justice, truth, and gratitude, In aiding those whom cares oppress, 'Imparting comfort to distress: These, these are joys which all who prove Anticipate the bliss above. These are the joys, and these alone, 'We ne'er repent, or wish undone.' He spoke; the beasts, without delay, Rose from their seats, and sneak'd away. "Twas in the charming month of May, On Paul's fam'd Temple chanc'd to light, He thus began: 'Men vainly tell How they in works of skill excel: This edifice they proudly shew what human art can do ; • To prove "Tis all a cheat,-before my eyes 'What infinite disorders rise! Here hideous cavities appear, 'And broken precipices there: 'They never us'd the plane or line, 'But jumbled heaps without design.' He ceas'd, contemptuous, and, as flies From what he saw he reason'd right, To mark the building from its base, So impious Wits, with proud disdain, |