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* This treasure will suffice and more, • To place me handsomely on shore, • In some snug manor; now a swain, • My steers shall turn the furrow'd plain, • While on a mountain's grassy side : *My flocks are past'ring far and wide : . Beside all this, I'll have a seat • Convenient, elegant and neat, • A house, not over-great, nor small, • Three rooms, a kitchen and a hall. • The offices contriv'd with care,
And fitted to complete a square: * A garden well laid out'; a wife, • To double all the joys of life ; • With children pratt’ling at my knees,
Such trifles as are sure to please. • Those gay designs, and twenty more, • I, in my dream, was running o'er, • While you, as if you owed me spite, • Broke in, and put them all to flight, • Blew the whole vision into air, * And left me waking in despair. • Of late we have been poorly fed, • Last night went supperless to bed :
Yet, if I had it in my power *My dream to lengthen for an hour, • The pleasure mounts to such a sum, • I'd fast for fifty yet to come. • Therefore to bid me rise is vain, • I'll wink, and try to dream again,'
• If this,' quoth Gripus, 'is the way •You choose, I've nothing more to say; " 'Tis plain that dreams of wealth will serve 'A person who resolves to starve; • But, sure, to hug a fancied case, · That never did, nor can, take place, . And for the pleasures it can give
Neglect the trade by which we live, • Is madness in its greatest height,
Or I mistake the matter quite : • Leave such vain fancies to the great, * For folly suits a large estate: * The rich may safely deal in dreams, • Romantic hopes and airy schemes. • But you and I, believe my word,
Such pastime cannot well afford; . And, therefore, if you would be wise, * Take my advice, for once, and rise.'
· FABLE XXV.
THE SWAN AND OTHER BIRDS.
Each candidate for public fame
His labour he will find but lost,
Upon a time, as poets sing,
With store of pinks and daisies in it,
A tattling Goose with envy stung,
· The Swan' quoth she, 'whom we have heard, Deserves applause from ev'ry bird: • By proof his charming voice you know, * His feathers soft, and white as snow; * And, if you saw him when he swims
Majestic on the silver streams, * He'd seem complete in all respects, * But nothing is without defects; * For that is true, which few would think, His legs and feet are black as ink.
*As black as ink!--if this be true, it.. • To me 'tis wonderful and new, The Sov'reign of the birds replied; * But soon the truth on't shall be tried... “Sir, shew your limbs, and, for my sake, ...) • Confute at once this foul mistake, * For I'll maintain, and I am right, • That, like her feathers, they are white.!
Sir' quoth the Swan, it would be vain For me a falsehood to maintain; My legs are black, and proof will shew • Beyond dispute that they are so : • But, if I had not got a prize • Which glitters much in some folk's eyes,"
Not half the birds had ever known • What truth now forces me to own.'
THE CROW AND THE OTHER BIRDS.
CONTAINING A USEFUL HINT TO THE CRITICS.
In ancient times, tradition says, the