"When flatt'ring MONKEYS fawn and prate, They justly raise contempt, or hate; For merit's turn'd to ridicule, Applauded by the grinning fool. The artful FOX your wit commends, To lure you to his selfish ends; From the vile flatt'rer turn away, For knaves make friendship to betray. Dismiss the train of fops and fools, And learn to live by wisdom's rules. Such beauties might the LION warm, Did not your folly break the charm; For who would court that lovely shape, To be the rival of an APE?" He said; and snorting in disdain, Spurn'd at the crowd, and sought the plain. FABLE III. THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose The lily and the blushing rose, From public view her charms will skreen, And rarely in the crowd be seen: This simple truth shall keep her wise, "The fairest fruits attract the flies." One night a GLOW-WORM, proud and vain, Contemplating her glitt'ring train, Cry'd sure there never was in nature, So elegant, so fine a creature; All other insects that I see, The frugal ANT, industrious BEE, Or SILK-WORM, with contempt I view; With all that low, mechanic crew, Who servilely their lives employ In business, enemy to joy. Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn, For grandeur only I was born; Or sure am sprung from race divine, And plac'd on earth to live and shine. Those lights, that sparkle so on high, Are but the GLOW-WORMS of the sky; And kings on earth their gems admire, Because they imitate my fire. She spoke. Attentive on a spray, A NIGHTINGALE forbore his lay; He saw the shining morsel near, And flew, directed by the glare; Awhile he gaz'd with sober look, And thus the trembling prey bespoke: Deluded fool, with pride elate, Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate; Less dazzling, long thou might'st have lain, Unheeded on the velvet plain; Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns, And beauty wrecks whom she adorns. FABLE IV. HYMEN AND DEATH. Sixteen, d'ye say? Nay, then 'tis time; Another year destroys your prime. But stay--The settlement? "That's made?" Why then's my simple girl afraid? Yet hold a moment, if you can, And heedfully the fable scan. The shades were fled, the morning blush'd, The winds were in their caverns hush'd, When HYMEN, pensive and sedate, Held o'er the fields his musing gait, Behind him, thro' the green-wood shade, DEATH'S meagre form the GOD survey'd, Who quickly with gigantic stride, Out-went his pace, and join'd his side. The chat on various subjects ran, Till angry HYMEN thus began: "Relentless DEATH, whose iron sway Mortals reluctant must obey, Still of thy pow'r shall I complain, And thy too partial hand arraign? When CUPID brings a pair of hearts, All over struck with equal darts, Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride, And cut the knot that HYMEN ty'd.