. Fables. r: At dawn of morn to view his ftore The Farmer came. The hooting gueft His felf-importance thus exprefl. Reafon in man is mere pretence:How weak, how fhallow is his fenfe ! To treat with fcorn the bird of night. Declares his folly or his fpite ; Then too, how partial is his praife ! The larks, the linnets chirping lays To his ill-judging ears are fine; And nightingales are all divine. FABLES. 1:7 Iat the more knowing Icathcrd ^cc vvilUoni rtnnipt upon my fjcc»Wheneer to viht hght I deign,What docks of fowl compolc my train !Like flavcs, they croud my flight behind,And own nic o
. Fables. r: At dawn of morn to view his ftore The Farmer came. The hooting gueft His felf-importance thus exprefl. Reafon in man is mere pretence:How weak, how fhallow is his fenfe ! To treat with fcorn the bird of night. Declares his folly or his fpite ; Then too, how partial is his praife ! The larks, the linnets chirping lays To his ill-judging ears are fine; And nightingales are all divine. FABLES. 1:7 Iat the more knowing Icathcrd ^cc vvilUoni rtnnipt upon my fjcc»Wheneer to viht hght I deign,What docks of fowl compolc my train !Like flavcs, they croud my flight behind,And own nic of fuperior kind. The I\irnRT laughd, and thub dull important lump of pride,Oaril thou with that hanh grating tonguef)cpreciatc birds of warbling fong ?Indulge thy fplccn. Know, men iind fowlRegard thee, as thou art, an , proud blockhead, b-c not vainOt what thou callil thy llavcs and cw follcAv wildom or her ,Iools wi dcrifion follow fools. M 2 1- A r. L K »s tttf FABLE XLILThe Jugglers. AJUGGLER long through all the townHad raised his fortune and renown jYoud think (fo far his art traniccnds) Ih? devil at his fiugers ends. Vice r /I B L E S. 159 Iue heard lus , Die read hi* bill >Con vine d ut hi^ inferior /kill,She fought \\\> booth, and from the croudDcfvd the of art alouii. Is this then he f) faiiiil for Hight,Call this flow bungler cheat vour fight,Dares he with nie difj>ute tiie prize ?I leave it to impartial eyes. Provokd, the Juggler cryM, ti-> fcicnce I fubinit to none. Thus faid. The cups and ball^ he playd ;By turns, thib here, that there, cunvcyd :The cards, obedient to his bv a fillip turnd to birds;HI*; little boxci change the grain,Trick after trick deludes the flukes liis bag, he all fin<^er<^ -nd nothii^ there. M ; Then 16a FABLES. Then bids It rain v/lth fliowers of now his ivry eggs are told,But when from thence t
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