Part 42 (1/2)
”Brutes are my theme. Am I to blame If men in morals are the same?
I no man call or ape or a.s.s; 'Tis his own conscience holds the gla.s.s.
Thus void of all offence I write; Who claims the fable, knows his right.”
JOHN GAY
FABLES OF GAY AND COWPER
The Monkey Who Had Seen the World
A Monkey, to reform the times, Resolved to visit foreign climes; For men in distant regions roam, To bring politer manners home.
So forth he fares, all toil defies; Misfortune serves to make us wise.
At length the treacherous snare was laid; Poor Pug was caught, to town conveyed; There sold. How envied was his doom, Made captive in a lady's room!
Proud as a lover of his chains, He day by day her favour gains.
Whene'er the duty of the day The toilette calls, with mimic play He twirls her knot, he cracks her fan, Like any other gentleman.
In visits, too, his parts and wit, When jests grew dull, were sure to hit.
Proud with applause, he thought his mind In every courtly art refined; Like Orpheus, burned with public zeal To civilize the monkey weal: So watched occasion, broke his chain, And sought his native woods again.
The hairy sylvans round him press Astonished at his strut and dress.
Some praise his sleeve, and others gloat Upon his rich embroidered coat; His dapper periwig commending, With the black tail behind depending; His powdered back above, below, Like h.o.a.ry frost or fleecy snow: But all, with envy and desire, His fluttering shoulder-knot admire.
”Hear and improve,” he pertly cries, ”I come to make a nation wise.
Weigh your own worth, support your place, The next in rank to human race.
In cities long I pa.s.sed my days, Conversed with men, and learned their ways, Their dress, their courtly manners see; Reform your state, and copy me.
Seek ye to thrive? in flatt'ry deal; Your scorn, your hate, with that conceal.
Seem only to regard your friends, But use them for your private ends.
Stint not to truth the flow of wit; Be prompt to lie whene'er 'tis fit.
Bend all your force to spatter merit; Scandal is conversation's spirit.
Boldly to everything pretend, And men your talents shall commend.
I know the Great. Observe me right, So shall you grow like man polite.”
He spoke and bowed. With mutt'ring jaws The wond'ring circle grinned applause.
Now, warmed with malice, envy, spite, Their most obliging friends they bite; And, fond to copy human ways, Practise new mischiefs all their days.
Thus the dull lad, too tall for school.
With travel finishes the fool: Studious of every c.o.xcomb's airs, He gambles, dresses, drinks, and swears; O'er looks with scorn all virtuous arts, For vice is fitted to his parts.
JOHN GAY
The Shepherd's Dog and the Wolf
A Wolf, with hunger fierce and bold, Ravag'd the plains, and thinn'd the fold: Deep in the wood secure he lay, The thefts of night regal'd the day.
In vain the shepherd's wakeful care Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare; In vain the Dog pursued his pace, The fleeter robber mock'd the chase.
As Lightfoot rang'd the forest round, By chance his foe's retreat he found.
”Let us a while the war suspend, And reason as from friend to friend.”
”A truce?” replies the Wolf. ”'Tis done.”
The Dog the parley thus begun.
”How can that strong intrepid mind Attack a weak defenceless kind?
Those jaws should prey on n.o.bler food, And drink the boar's and lion's blood, Great souls with generous pity melt, Which coward tyrants never felt.
How harmless is our fleecy care!
Be brave, and let thy mercy spare.”