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FABLE IIL

THE ATHEIST AND THE ACORN.

By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchelsea. • Methinks this world is oddly made,

And every thing amiss:'
A dull presuming Atheist said,
As stretch'd he lay beneath the shade,

And instanced in this:

• Behold,' quoth he, 'that mighty thing,

• A Pumpkin, large and round, • Is held but by a little string, • Which upwards cannot make it spring,

• Or bear it from the ground:

While on this oak, an Acorn small

So disproportion'd grows: • That whosoe'er surveys this áll, * This universal causal ball,

Its ill contrivance knows.

• My bec Pumpkin on slightly s

• My better judgment would have hung

The Pumpkin on the tree; • And left the Acorn slightly strung • 'Mong things that on the surface sprung,

* And small and feeble be.'

No more the Caviller could say, .

No farther faults descry;
For upwards gazing as he lay,
An Acorn, loosen'd from the spray,

Fell down upon his eye. is

The wounded part with tears ran o'er,

As punish'd for the sin: ?! • Fool! had that bough a Pumpkin bore, , Thy whimsies must have work'd no more, :

Nor skull have kept them in.

FABLE IV.

THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE.

Imitated from Horace by Swift and Pope.

ONCE on a time (so runs the Fable).
A Country-Mouse, right hospitable,
Receiv'd a Town-Mouse at his board,' ::
Just as a Farmer might a Lord; ;
A frugal Mouse, upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his friend, and had a Soul, nii
Knew what was handsome, and would do it,,
On just occasion, and be mute. ::
He brought him bacon, nothing lean, sf :' !
Pudding that might have pleas'd a dean;

Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,
Yet wish'd it Stilton for his sake;
Yet, to his guest tho' no way sparing,
He eat himself the rind and paring.
Our courtier scarce could touch a bit,
But shew'd his breeding and his wit;
He did his best to seem to eat, i
And cried, . Indeed you're mighty neat.'

But change, my friend, this savage scene! • Leave it, and come and live with men:

Consider, mice, like men, must die, Both small and great, both you and I: • Then spend your life in joy and sport, *(This doctrine, friend, I learn’d at court.)

The veriest hermit in the nation is
May yield, we know, to strong temptation.
Away they come, thro' thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's Inn:
('Twas on the night of a debate,
When all their Lordships had sat late.)

Behold the place, where, if a poet
Shin'd in description he might shew it;
Tell how the moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with silver all the walls ;
Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotesco roofs, and stucco floors:
But let it, in a word, be said,
The moon was up, and men a-bed,
The napkins white, the carpet red,

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The guests withdrawn, the vacant seat
Had left the mice to share the treat. .

Our courtier walks from dish to dish,
Tastes for his friend of fowl and fish,
Descants on every thing he saw, . .
Tells all their names, lays down the law,

That jelly's rich, this malmsey healing, • Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in.' Was ever such a happy swain!

: He stuffs, and swills, and stuffs again. • I'm quite asham’d—'tis mighty rude • To eat so much—but all's so good ;

I have a thousand thanks to give-...
.My Lord above knows how to live...

No sooner said, but from the hall,
Rush servants, butler, dogs and all:
• A rat, a rat! clap to the door' - ..
The cat comes bouncing on the floor.

An't please your honour, 'quoth the peasant,
* This same desert is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty!...

FABLE V.

THE WOLF AND THE DOG.

By William Somerville.
A PROWLING Wolf, that scour'd the plains,
To ease his hunger's griping pains,
Ragged as courtier in disgrace,
Hide-bound, and lean, and out of case,
By chance a well-fed Dog espied,
And being kin, and near allied,
He civilly salutes the cur;
*How do you, coz? Your servant, Sir!"

O happy friend! how gay thy mien!
How plump thy sides, how sleek thy skin!
While I, alas! decay'd and old,
With hunger pin'd, and stiff with cold,
With many a howl, and hideous groan,
Tell the relentless woods my moan.
Pr’ythee, my happy friend ! impart
· Thy wond'rous, cunning, thriving art.

Why, I will tell thee as a friend;
But, first, thy surly manners mend; 1..0
Be complaisant, obliging, kind, USA
* And leave the Wolf for once behind.' PEC

The Wolf, whose mouth began to water, With joy and rapture gallop'd after, EBW Kia cu BB 5

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