In vifits too, his parts and wit, When jefts grew dull, were fure to hit. Like Orpheus, burnt with public zeal, His fluttering fhoulder-knot admire. Hear and improve, he pertly cries; I come to make a nation wife. Weigh your own worth; support your place, The next in rank to human race. 20 233 399 355 In cities long I pafs'd my days, Convers'd with men, and learn'd their ways. 42 Their drefs, their courtly manners fee; Seek ye to thrive ? In flattery deal; But ufe them for your private ends.. 45 Stint Stint not to truth the flow of wit; 50 He fpoke, and bow'd. With muttering jaws 55 The wondering circle grinn'd applaufe. Now, warm'd with malice, envy, fpite, Their moft obliging friends they bite ;. And, fond to copy human ways, Practife new mischiefs all their days. Thus the dull lad, too tall for school, With travel finishes the fool; Studious of every coxcomb's airs, He drinks, games, dreffes, whores, and fwears; O'erlooks with fcorn all virtuous arts, For vice is fitted to his parts. THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE PHEASANTs. HE Sage, awak'd at early day, ΤΗ Through the deep forest took his way; Drawn by the music of the groves, Along the winding gloom he roves : 65 But, where he paft, he terror threw, The fong broke fhort, the warblers flew; To fhun the hateful fight of man. Than man, of animals the worst.. In him ingratitude you find,. A vice peculiar to the kind. The sheep, whofe annual fleece is dy'ð: Is in the cruel fhambles flain. The fwarms who, with industrious skill, E 4 39: 35 What What tribute from the goofe is paid! Does not her wing all fcience aid ? And drudge to raise the merchant's gain? THE PIN AND THE NEEDLE. APIN who long had ferv'd a beauty, Proficient in the toilette's duty, Had form'd her fleeve, confin'd her hair, But could fhe partial Fortune blame, At length from all her honours caft, 40 45 Here Here, there, by various fortune toft, Charm'd with the wonders of the show, She now of this or that inquires, What least was understood admires. 'Tis plain, each thing fo ftruck her mind, Her head's of virtuofo kind. 20 And pray what's this, and this, dear Sir?" 25 "A Needle," fays th' interpreter. She knew the name; and thus the fool "A Needle with that filthy ftone, 3. "Friend, fays the Needle, ceafe to blame; 35 I follow real worth and fame. Know'st thou the loadstone's power and art, That virtue virtues can impart? 45 What had I been? the guide of thread, And |