189:02,000[' ]| 189:02,000[' ]| 189:02,000[' ]| 189:02,001[A ]| In antient Times the Wise were able, 189:02,002[A ]| In proper Terms to write a Fable: 189:02,003[A ]| Their Tales wou'd always justly suit 189:02,004[A ]| The Characters of ev'ry Brute: 189:02,005[A ]| The Ass was dull, the Lyon brave, 189:02,006[A ]| The Stagg was swift, The Fox a Knave: 189:02,007[A ]| The Daw a Thief, the Ape a Drole, 189:02,008[A ]| The Hound wou'd scent, the Wolf would prole: 189:02,009[A ]| A Pigeon wou'd, if shown by Aesop, 189:02,010[A ]| Fly from the Hawk, or pick his Pease up. <10> 189:02,011[A ]| Far otherwise a great Divine, 189:02,012[A ]| Has learnt his Fables to refine; 189:02,013[A ]| He jumbles Men and Birds together, 189:02,014[A ]| As if they all were of a Feather: 189:02,015[A ]| You see him first the Peacock bring, 189:02,016[A ]| Against all Rules to be a King: 189:02,017[A ]| That in his Tail he wore his Eyes, 189:02,018[A ]| By which he grew both rich and wise. 189:02,019[A ]| Now pray observe the Doctor's Choice, 189:02,020[A ]| A Peacock chose for Flight and Voice: <20> 189:02,021[A ]| Did ever mortal see a Peacock 189:02,022[A ]| Attempt a Flight above a Haycock? 189:02,023[A ]| And for his singing, Doctor, you know, 189:02,024[A ]| Himself complain'd of it to Juno. 189:02,025[A ]| He squals in such a hellish noise 189:02,026[A ]| It frightens all the Village Boys. 189:02,027[A ]| This Peacock kept a standing Force, 189:02,028[A ]| In regiments of Foot and Horse; 189:02,029[A ]| Had Statesmen too of ev'ry Kind, 189:02,030[A ]| Who waited on his Eyes behind. <30> 189:02,031[A ]| (And this was thought the highest Post; 189:02,032[A ]| For, rule the Rump, you rule the Roast.) 189:02,033[A ]| The Doctor names but one at present, 189:02,034[A ]| And he of all Birds was a Pheasant. 189:02,035[A ]| This Pheasant was a Man of Wit, 189:02,036[A ]| Cou'd read all Books were ever writ; 189:02,037[A ]| And when among Companions privy, 189:02,038[A ]| Cou'd quote you Cicero and Livy. 189:02,039[A ]| Birds, as he says, and I allow, 189:02,040[A ]| Were Scholars then, as we are now; <40> 189:02,041[A ]| Could read all Volumes up to Folio's, 189:02,042[A ]| And feed on Fricassees and Olio's. 189:02,043[A ]| This Pheasant by the Peacock's Will, 189:02,044[A ]| Was Viceroy of a neighbouring Hill: 189:02,045[A ]| And as he wandred in his Park, 189:02,046[A ]| He chanc't to spy a Clergy Lark; 189:02,047[A ]| Was taken with his Person outward, 189:02,048[A ]| So prettily he pickt a Cow-t**d: 189:02,049[A ]| Then in a Net the Pheasant caught him, 189:02,050[A ]| And in his Palace fed and taught him. <50> 189:02,051[A ]| The Moral of the Tale is pleasant, 189:02,052[A ]| Himself the Lark, my Lord the Pheasant: 189:02,053[A ]| A Lark he is, and such a Lark 189:02,054[A ]| As never came from Noah's Ark: 189:02,055[A ]| And though he had no other Notion, 189:02,056[A ]| But Building, Planning, and Devotion; 189:02,057[A ]| Tho' 'tis a Maxim you must know, 189:02,058[A ]| Who does no Ill, can have no Foe, 189:02,059[A ]| Yet how shall I express in Words, 189:02,060[A ]| The strange Stupidity of birds. <60> 189:02,061[A ]| This Lark was hated in the Wood, 189:02,062[A ]| Because he did his Brethren good. 189:02,063[A ]| At last the nightingal comes in, 189:02,064[A ]| To hold the Doctor by the Chin: 189:02,065[A ]| We all can find out whom he means, 189:02,066[A ]| The worst of disaffected Deans: 189:02,067[A ]| Whose Wit at best was next to none, 189:02,068[A ]| And now that little next is gone. 189:02,069[A ]| Against the Court is always blabbing, 189:02,070[A ]| And calls the Senate-House a Cabbin; <70> 189:02,071[A ]| So dull, that but for Spleen and Spite, 189:02,072[A ]| We ne'er shou'd know that he cou'd write: 189:02,073[A ]| Who thinks the Nation always err'd, 189:02,074[A ]| Because himself is not preferr'd; 189:02,075[A ]| His Heart is through his Libel seen, 189:02,076[A ]| Nor could his Malice spare the Qu**n; 189:02,077[A ]| Who, had she known his vile Behaviour, 189:02,078[A ]| Would ne'er have shown him so much Favour; 189:02,079[A ]| A noble Lord hath told his Pranks, 189:02,080[A ]| And well deserves the Nation's Thanks. <80> 189:02,081[A ]| O, wou'd the Senate deign to show 189:02,082[A ]| Resentment on this publick Foe; 189:02,083[A ]| Our Nightingal might fit a Cage, 189:02,084[A ]| There let him starve, and vent his Rage. 189:02,085[A ]| Or wou'd they but in Fetters bind, 189:02,086[A ]| This Enemy of human Kind. 189:02,087[A ]| Harmonious Coffee show thy Zeal, 189:02,088[A ]| Thou Champion for the Common-weal: 189:02,089[A ]| Nor on a Theme like this repine, 189:02,090[A ]| For once to wet thy Pen Divine: <90> 189:02,091[A ]| Bestow that Libeller a Lash, 189:02,092[A ]| Who daily vends seditious Trash: 189:02,093[A ]| Who dares revile the Nation's Wisdom, 189:02,094[A ]| But in the Praise of Virtue is dumb: 189:02,095[A ]| That Scribbler lash, who neither knows, 189:02,096[A ]| The Turn of Verse, nor Stile of Prose; 189:02,097[A ]| Whose Malice, for the Worst of Ends, 189:02,098[A ]| Wou'd have us lose our ENGLISH Friends. 189:02,099[A ]| Who never had one publick Thought, 189:02,100[A ]| Nor ever gave the Poor a Groat. <100> 189:02,101[A ]| One Clincher more, and I have done, 189:02,102[A ]| I end my Labours with a Pun. 189:02,103[A ]| Jove send, this Nightingal may fall, 189:02,104[A ]| Who spends his Day and Night in gall. 189:02,105[A ]| So Nightingal and Lark adieu, 189:02,106[A ]| I see the greatest Owls in you, 189:02,107[A ]| That ever screecht or ever flew.