A God victorious of a Stygian race

Here laid his facred limbs, and fanctify'd the place.
This mean retreat did mighty Pan contain:
Be emulous of him, and pomp disdain,
And dare not to debase your soul to gain.
The filent ftranger stood amaz'd to fee
Contempt of wealth, and wilful poverty :
And, though ill habits are not foon control'd,
A while fufpended her defire of gold.
But civilly drew in her sharpen'd paws,
Not violating hofpitable laws,

And pacify'd her tail, and lick'd her frothy jaws.
The Hind did firft her country cates provide;
Then couch'd herself securely by her fide.

THE THIRD PART.

MUCH malice mingled with a little wit,

Perhaps, may cenfure this myfterious writ: Because the Mufe has peopled Caledon

With Panthers, Bears, and Wolves, and beafts

unknown,

As if we were not stock'd with monsters of our own.
Let Æfop anfwer, who has fet to view

Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew ;
And mother Hubbard, in her homely dress,

Has fharply blam'd a British Lioness;

That queen, whose feast the factious rabble keep,
Expos'd obfcenely naked and asleep.

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Led by thofe great examples, may not I
The wanted organs of their words supply?
If men tranfact like brutes, 'tis equal then
For brutes to claim the privilege of men.
Others our Hind of folly will indite,
To entertain a dangerous gueft by night.
Let thofe remember, that she cannot die
Till rolling time is loft in round eternity;
Nor need the fear the Panther, though untam'd,
Because the Lion's peace was now proclaim'd:
The wary savage would not give offence,
To forfeit the protection of her prince ;
But watch'd the time her vengeance to complete,
When all her furry fons in frequent fenate met.
Mean-while the quench'd her fury at the flood,
And with a lenten fallad cool'd her blood.
Their commons, though but coarfe, were nothing fcant,
Nor did their minds an equal banquet want.
For now the Hind, whofe noble nature ftrove
T'exprefs her plain fimplicity of love,

Did all the honours of her house fo well,
No sharp debates disturb'd the friendly meal.
She turn'd the talk, avoiding that extreme,
To common dangers past, a fadly-pleafing theme;
Remembering every storm which toss'd the state,
When both were objects of the public hate,
And dropt a tear betwixt for her own childrens fate.
Nor fail'd fhe then a full review to make

Of what the Panther fuffer'd for her fake :

Her loft efteem, her truth, her loyal care,
Her faith unfhaken to an exil'd heir,

Her ftrength t' endure, her courage to defy;
Her choice of honourable infamy.

On thefe, prolixly thankful, fhe enlarg'd;
Then with acknowledgment herself she charg'd;
For friendship, of itself an holy tie,

Is made more facred by adverfity.

Now fhould they part, malicious tongues would fay,
They met like chance companions on the way,
Whom mutual fear of robbers had possess'd;
While danger lafted, kindness was profess'd;
But, that once o'er, the fhort-liv'd union ends:
The road divides, and there divide the friends.
The Panther nodded when her fpeech was done,
And thank'd her coldly in a hollow tone :
But faid, her gratitude had

gone too far

For common offices of chriftian care.

If to the lawful heir fhe had been true,
She paid but Cæfar what was Cæfar's due.
I might, fhe added, with like praise describe
Your fuffering fons, and fo return your bribe :
But incenfe from my hands is poorly priz'd;
For gifts are fcorn'd where givers are despis'd.
I ferv'd a turn, and then was caft away;

You, like the gaudy fly, your wings difplay,

And fip the fweets, and bafk in your great patron's

day.

This heard, the matron was not flow to find

What fort of malady had feiz'd her mind :

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Difdain,

Difdain, with gnawing envy, fell defpight,
And canker'd malice, ftood in open fight:
Ambition, intereft, pride without control,
And jealoufy, the jaundice of the foul;
Revenge, the bloody minifter of ill,
With all the lean tormentors of the will.
'Twas easy now to guess from whence arofe
Her new-made union with her ancient foes,
Her forc'd civilities, her faint embrace,
Affected kindness with an alter'd face:
Yet durft she not too deeply probe the wound,
As hoping ftill the nobler parts were found :
But ftrove with anodynes t' affwage the smart,
And mildly thus her medicine did impart.
Complaints of lovers help to eafe their pain;
It shows a reft of kindness to complain;
A friendship loth to quit its former hold;
And confcious merit may be justly bold.
But much more just your jealousy would shew,
If others' good were injury to you:
Witness, ye heavens, how I rejoice to fee
Rewarded worth and rifing loyalty.

Your warrior offspring that upheld the crown,
The scarlet honour of your peaceful gown,
Are the moft pleafing objects I can find,
Charms to my fight, and cordials to my mind:
When virtue fpooms before a profperous gale,
My heaving wishes help to fill the fail;

And if my prayers for all the brave were heard,

Cæfar fhould ftill have fuch, and fuch fhould ftill reward.

The labour'd earth your pains have fow'd and till'd;
'Tis juft you reap the product of the field:
Your's be the harvest, 'tis the beggar's gain
To glean the fallings of the loaded wain.
Such fcatter'd ears as are not worth your care,
Your charity for alms may safely spare,
For alms are but the vehicles of prayer.
My daily bread is literally implor'd;
I have no barns nor granaries to hoard.
If Cæfar to his own his hand extends,
Say which of yours his charity offends :

You know he largely gives to more than are his friends.
Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor?

Our mite decreafes nothing of your store.

I am but few, and by your fare you fee
My crying fins are not of luxury.

Some jufter motive fure your mind withdraws,
And makes you break our friendship's holy laws;
For barefac'd envy is too base a cause.

Shew more occafion for your discontent;
Your love, the Wolf, would help you to invent:
Some German quarrel, or, as times go now,
Some French, where force is uppermoft, will do.
When at the fountain's head, as merit ought
To claim the place, you take a fwilling draught,
How cafy 'tis an envious eye to throw,
And tax the sheep for troubling streams below;
Or call her (when no farther caufe you find)
An enemy profefs'd of all your kind.

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