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cer lose his with pain.
His honest heart was fill'd with pain,
• Believe me, Sirs, you're much to blame, • 'Tis strange that neither fear nor shame
Can keep you from your usual way "Of stealth, and pilf'ring every day. • No sooner has th' industrious swain · His field turn'd up, and sow'd the grain, • But ye come flocking on the wing, • Prepar'd to snatch it ere it spring : * And, after all his toil and care, • Leave ev'ry furrow spoild and bare : • If aught escapes your greedy bills,
Which nurs'd by summer grows and fills, • 'Tis still your prey: and, tho' ye know • No Rook did ever till or sow, · Ye boldly reap without regard • To justice, industry's reward, . And use it freely as your own, • Tho' men and cattle should get none. • I never did, in any case, • Descend to practices so base, • Tho'stung with hunger's sharpest pain, . I still have scorn'd to touch a grain, • E'en when I had it in my power • To do’t with safety every hour : • For, trust me, nought that can be gain'd • Is worth a character sustain'd,'
Thus, with a face austerely grave, Harangued the hypocritic knave; And, answering from amidst the flock, A Rook with indignation spoke :
• What has been said is strictly true, • Yet comes not decently from you ; • For sure it indicates a mind . • From selfish passions more than blind, • To miss your greater crimes, and quote . Our lighter failings thus by rote.
I must confess we wrong thë swain, · Too oft by pilf'ring of his grain: • But is our guilt like yours, I pray, • Who rob and murder every day? • No harmless bird can mount the skies, . But you attack him as he fies; . • And when, at eve, he lights to rest, • You stoop, and snatch him from his nest. • The husbandman, who seems to share So large a portion of your care, Say is he ever off his guard, • While you are hov'ring o'er the yard ? • He knows too well your usual tricks, • Your ancient spite to tender chicks, • And that you, like a felon, watch . For something to surprize and snatch.' · At this rebuke so just, the Kite Surpriz'd, abash'd, and silenc'd quite, And prov'd a villain to his face, Straight soar'd aloft, and left the place.
When Ignorance possess'd the schools,
E'en Plato, from 'example bad,
One ev’ning, when the sun was set,
Quoth he, ' If Glow-worms never shone, * To light the earth when day is gone,
- In spite of all the stars that burn,
This pass’d, and more, without dispute,
• That globe,' quoth he, 'which seems so fair, Which brightens all the earth and air, * And sends its beams so far abroad, • Is nought, believe me, but a clod ;
A thing, which, if the sun were gone,