The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase: With Memoirs and Critical Dissertations, by the Rev. George GilfillanGay, John
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The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase: With Memoirs and Critical Dissertations, by the Rev. George Gilfillan
Gay, John
Dramatists, English -- 18th century -- Biography; English poetry -- 18th century; Poets, English -- 18th century -- Biography
Like Heaven, it hears the orphan's cries,
And wipes the tears from widows' eyes;
Their crimes on gold shall misers lay,
Who pawned their sordid souls for pay?
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Let bravoes then (when blood is spilt)
Upbraid the passive sword with guilt.'
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FABLE VII.
THE LION, THE FOX, AND THE GEESE.
A lion, tired with state affairs,
Quite sick of pomp, and worn with cares,
Resolved (remote from noise and strife)
In peace to pass his latter life.
It was proclaimed; the day was set;
Behold the general council met,
The fox was viceroy named. The crowd
To the new regent humbly bowed.
Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers bend,
And strive who most shall condescend.
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He straight assumes a solemn grace,
Collects his wisdom in his face.
The crowd admire his wit, his sense:
Each word hath weight and consequence.
The flatterer all his art displays:
He who hath power, is sure of praise.
A fox stept forth before the rest,
And thus the servile throng address'd.
'How vast his talents, born to rule,
And trained in virtue's honest school:
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What clemency his temper sways!
How uncorrupt are all his ways!
Beneath his conduct and command,
Rapine shall cease to waste the land.
His brain hath stratagem and art;
Prudence and mercy rule his heart;
What blessings must attend the nation
Under this good administration!'
He said. A goose who distant stood,
Harangued apart the cackling brood:
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'W'hene'er I hear a knave commend,
He bids me shun his worthy friend.
What praise! what mighty commendation!
But 'twas a fox who spoke the oration.
Foxes this government may prize,
As gentle, plentiful, and wise;
If they enjoy the sweets, 'tis plain
We geese must feel a tyrant reign.
What havoc now shall thin our race,
When every petty clerk in place,
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To prove his taste and seem polite,
Will feed on geese both noon and night!'
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FABLE VIII.
THE LADY AND THE WASP.
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