And come and go, and go and come, "To bring your honey-harvest home. Ma'm, architecture you're not skill'd in, 'I don't approve your way of building; ' In this there's nothing like design, Pray learn the use of Gunter's line, 'I'll serve your Highness at a pinch, 'I am a scholar ev'ry inch, And know each author I lay fist on, 'From Archimedes down to Whiston. Tho' honey-making be your trade, 'In chemistry you want some aid.'Pleas'd with your work, altho' you sing, 'You're not quite right-'tis not the thing. Myself would gladly be an actor, To help the honey manufacture. I hear for war you are preparing, 'Which I should like to have a share in; 'Yet, tho' the enemy be landing, ''Tis wrong to keep an army standing. 'If you'll insure me from the laws, I'll write a pamphlet in your cause.— I vow I am concern'd to see 'Your want of state-economy. There is, I know, a certain Bee, (Would he was from the Ministry) 'Which certain Bee, if rightly known, 'Would prove no better than a drone; -There are (but I shall name no names, 'I never love to kindle flames) 3 'A pack of rogues with crimes grown callous, 'Who greatly would adorn the gallows as I • That with the wasps, for paltry gold, 'A secret correspondence hold;⠀⠀⠀ 2 Yet you'll be great-your subjects free, 'If the whole thing be left to me,' ost - auta Thus, like the waters of the ocean, His tongue had run in ceaseless motion, Had not the Queen ta'en up in wrathy This thing of folly and of frotha vatns boð 'Impertinent and witless meddler, 'Thou smattering, empty, noisy pedlar! 'By vanity, thou bladder blown, 'To be the football of the town. 'O happy England, land of freedom, 'Replete with statesmen, if she need 'em, 'Where war is wag'd by Joe or Nell, T 'And Jobson is a Machiavel! 'Tell Hardwick that his judgment fails, Shew Justice how to hold her scales. 'To fire the soul at once, and please, 'Teach Murray and Demosthenes; Say Vane is not by goodness grac❜d, And wants humanity and taste. 'Tho' Pelham with Mecenas vies, 'Tell Fame she's false, and Truth she lies 'And then return, thou verbal Hector, 'And give the Bees another lecture.' Thus said, the portal she unbarr'd, Calling the Bees upon their guard, And set at once about his ears Ten thousand of her grenadiers. Some on his lips and palate hung, And the offending member stung. 'Just,' says the Bard from out the grot, 'Just, tho' severe, is your sad lot, 'Who think, and talk, and live in vain, 'Of sweet society the bane. Business misplac'd is a mere jest, 'And active idleness at best." FABLE XVI. THE HERALD AND THE HUSBANDMAN. By Smart. -Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus. I, WITH friend Juvenal agree, Has of herself sufficient charms, Concerning Or and Fez, and Gules. JUVENAL. Yet sets the wond'ring eye to gaze on, Who has a Lion for his crest; An honest Rustic, having done Adjoining to his homely cot, Where pleas'd, in miniature, he found His landlord's culinary ground, Some herbs that feed, and some that heat, The winter's medicine or meat. The sage, which, in his garden seen, * Cur moriatur Homo, cui salvia crescit in horto? And all the savoury crop that vie A man of great escutcheon'd knowledge, · Behold! what an enormous space 'While others, like this rustic here, Sir,' says the clown, 'why sure you joke,' And kept on digging as he spoke, 'And prate not to extort conviction, 'But merrily, by way of fiction. 'Say, do your manuscripts attest 'What was old Father Adam's crest? 'Did he a nobler coat receive 'In right of marrying lady Eve? |