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"Hath Socrates thy soul refin'd,
By various fates on realms unknown, "Hast thou through many cities stray'd, "Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd ?”
The shepherd modestly replied:
"The daily labours of the bee
My dog (the trustiest of his kind) "With gratitude inflames my mind; "I mark his true, his faithful way, "And in my service copy Tray. "In constancy and nuptial love, "I learn my duty from the dove. "The hen, who from the chilly air "With pious wing protects her care,
"And ev'ry fowl that flies at large "Instructs me in a parent's charge. "From nature, too, I take my rule: "To shun contempt and ridicule. "I never with important air "In conversation overbear; "Can grave and formal pass for wise, "When men the solemn owl despise? 66 My tongue within my lips I rein, "For who talks much must talk in vain ; "We from the wordy torrent fly : "Who listens to the chatt'ring pie? " Nor would I with felonious slight
By stealth invade my neighbour's right;
“Kites, hawks, and wolves deserve their fate. "Do not we just abhorrence find "Against the toad and serpent kind? But envy, calumny, and spite "Bear stronger venom in their bite; "Thus ev'ry object of creation "Can furnish hints to contemplation, "And from the most minute and mean "A virtuous mind can morals glean."
Thy fame is just," the sage replies, Thy virtue proves thee truly wise: "Pride often guides the author's pen, "Books as affected are as men; "But he who studies Nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws.'
A WOLF and lamb, one sultry day,
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.
You, sir, stand off! you tread the brink in, "And mud the stream so, there's no drinking!" The harmless lamb, with much surprise, Looks up, and trembling thus replies : "I can't conceive how that can be, sir; "The stream runs down from you to me,
"You can't conceive! Come don't be saucy;
"Upon my word, sir, you mistake,
(But don't be angry, for Heaven's sake ;} "I never could have such intention,
" Nor was I born, the time you mention."
The wolf, by force of truth repel'd,
"It was your father, then," cries he,
THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL.-Gay.
ALL upstarts, insolent in place,
As, in the sunshine of the morn,
His now forgotten friend, a snail,
"What means yon peasant's daily toil, "From choaking weeds to rid the soil? Why wake you to the morning's care? Why with new arts correct the year?
Why glows the peach with crimson hue?
"And why the plum's inviting blue ?
"Were they to feast his taste design'd, "That vermin of voracious kind? "Crush them, the slow, the pilf'ring race, "So purge thy garden from disgrace."
"What arrogance !" the snail replied; “How insolent is upstart pride!
"Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain,
Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth; "For scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours, "To swell the fruit and paint the flowers, "Since I thy humbler life survey'd, "In base, in sordid guise array'd;. "A hideous insect, vile, unclean, "You dragg'd a slow and noisome train, "And from your spider bowels drew "Foul film, and spun the dirty clue.. "I own my humble life, good friend; "Snail was I born, and snail shall end.
And what's a butterfly? At best, "He's but a caterpillar, drest; "And all thy race (a num'rous seed). "Shall prove of caterpillar breed."