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             The fables of young Æsop, with their morals with a moral history of his life and death, illustrated with forty curious cuts applicable to each fable.
             Aesop's fables. English.
             Aesop.
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           THE
           FABLES
           OF
           Young
           Aesop
           ,
           With
           their
           Morals
           .
           With
           a
           Moral
           History
           of
           his
           Life
           and
           Death
           .
           Illustrated
           with
           Forty
           curious
           Cuts
           ,
           applicable
           to
           each
           FABLE
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Fourth
             EDITION
          
           ,
           Written
           by
           
             B.
             H.
          
           
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           and
           Sold
           by
           
             Benj.
             Harris
          
           ,
           at
           the
           Golden
           Boar's
           Head
           ,
           in
           Grace-Church-street
           .
           MDCC
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
        
         
           
             Tho'
             
             Aesop's
             Crooked
             ,
             Strait
             is
             his
             Vertuous
             Road
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Points
             the
             Way
             to
             Heaven's
             bless'd
             Abode
             :
          
           
             Shall
             we
             therefore
             ,
             the
             better
             part
             despise
             ,
          
           
             Because
             deceitful
             Beauty
             from
             it
             flyes
             ?
          
           
             Abhor
             reflecting
             on
             the
             Cripple's
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Who
             wou'd
             be
             Crooked
             ,
             when
             he
             might
             be
             Strait
             ?
          
        
      
       
         
         
         
         
         
         
           To
           the
           READER
           .
        
         
           
             Reader
             !
          
        
         
           ONce
           more
           I
           Dedicate
           this
           
             Pocket
             Companion
          
           to
           thy
           Use
           :
           If
           thou
           lovest
           Vertue
           ,
           thou
           wilt
           accept
           it
           ,
           and
           Read
           with
           a
           Desire
           of
           Improvement
           ;
           but
           if
           thy
           Affections
           are
           in
           the
           Heart
           of
           the
           Earth
           ,
           and
           admirest
           Darkness
           ,
           I
           advise
           thee
           not
           to
           hinder
           thy
           Friend
           from
           looking
           upwards
           ,
           and
           beholding
           the
           Sun
           :
           And
           if
           thou
           wouldst
           live
           Happy
           here
           ,
           and
           have
           the
           
             Unum
             Necessarium
          
           hereafter
           ,
           get
           Wisdom
           ,
           get
           Virtue
           ,
           which
           cannot
           be
           chang'd
           by
           Fortune
           ,
           nor
           separated
           by
           the
           Cavils
           of
           this
           World
           ;
           which
           cannot
           be
           demolish'd
           by
           Age
           ,
           nor
           abated
           by
           Sickness
           ;
           but
           will
           make
           Peasants
           Kings
           ,
           and
           Beggars
           Princes
           ;
           the
           Sick
           Whole
           ,
           and
           the
           most
           Miserable
           the
           most
           Happy
           .
        
         
           I
           have
           here
           prefix'd
           (
           being
           sensible
           how
           Diverting
           Lives
           are
           to
           the
           Publick
           )
           
             A
             Moral
             History
             of
          
           Aesop
           '
           
             s
             Life
          
           ;
           shewing
           the
           Vanity
           of
           immoderate
           Passion
           ,
           the
           Deceitfulness
           of
           Beauty
           ,
           and
           the
           Misery
           
           attending
           a
           perjur'd
           and
           vicious
           Soul.
           I
           have
           also
           made
           the
           whole
           more
           Correct
           than
           any
           of
           the
           former
           Editions
           ,
           by
           altering
           the
           Style
           to
           Gratify
           some
           Persons
           of
           more
           Profound
           Iudgments
           ,
           but
           so
           as
           the
           meanest
           Capacity
           may
           Understand
           me
           :
           Indeed
           the
           World
           has
           Oblig'd
           me
           to
           this
           ,
           by
           their
           Candid
           Acceptance
           of
           Three
           Impressions
           ;
           and
           the
           Obligation
           I
           think
           to
           return
           (
           GOD
           willing
           )
           with
           a
           
             Second
             Part
          
           ,
           in
           a
           little
           time
           .
        
         
           However
           ,
           if
           thou
           wilt
           improve
           this
           in
           the
           mean
           time
           ,
           thou
           wilt
           find
           it
           more
           Beneficial
           than
           the
           Transitory
           Injoyments
           of
           this
           Life
           ,
           which
           Fade
           before
           we
           can
           perceive
           'em
           to
           Flourish
           :
           But
           Virtue
           well
           Rooted
           in
           the
           Soul
           is
           like
           a
           Rock
           in
           the
           Sea
           ,
           all
           the
           Affections
           being
           guided
           thereby
           ,
           to
           the
           Crowning
           their
           End
           with
           immortal
           Glory
           :
           Which
           that
           thou
           may'st
           attain
           to
           ,
           is
           the
           Desire
           of
           thine
           ,
        
         
           
             
               Janua
               ,
               10.
               1700.
               
            
          
           
             B.
             H.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           Young
           AeSOP's
           Life
           .
        
         
           IN
           one
           of
           the
           farthest
           Parts
           of
           Germany
           ,
           there
           Liv'd
           once
           a
           worthy
           and
           sober
           Dr.
           of
           Physick
           ,
           by
           Name
           John
           Lozmani
           ,
           of
           an
           Antient
           and
           Honourable
           Family
           :
           He
           was
           a
           Gentleman
           no
           less
           to
           be
           Admir'd
           for
           his
           Exquisite
           Learning
           ,
           than
           Belov'd
           for
           the
           internal
           Endowments
           of
           a
           Vertuous
           and
           Generous
           Soul
           ;
           and
           One
           ,
           whose
           Aspect
           might
           Excite
           the
           Affections
           of
           a
           Chaste
           Princess
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           Check
           the
           wanton
           Glances
           of
           the
           most
           Lascivious
           Lover
           .
           To
           all
           which
           ,
           (
           besides
           the
           great
           Observance
           ,
           and
           profound
           Respect
           the
           People
           paid
           him
           )
           were
           added
           ,
           a
           copious
           Estate
           ,
           and
           plentiful
           Revenues
           .
           He
           had
           not
           arriv'd
           to
           above
           the
           Age
           of
           Twenty
           ,
           before
           Heaven
           Crown'd
           his
           Sun-shine
           Years
           with
           the
           chaste
           Enjoyments
           of
           a
           Marriage
           Bed
           ,
           and
           made
           him
           the
           Husband
           of
           a
           Young
           Lady
           ,
           in
           whom
           Love
           and
           Beauty
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           Vertue
           and
           Chastity
           ,
           were
           eminently
           Predominant
           .
           But
           ,
           tho'
           Heaven
           had
           showr'd
           its
           Blessings
           down
           in
           so
           singular
           manner
           upon
           their
           Heads
           ,
           yet
           it
           seem'd
           to
           deny
           'em
           a
           long
           time
           ,
           That
           which
           is
           the
           End
           and
           Design
           of
           Wedlock
           ;
           the
           Thoughts
           of
           which
           ,
           with
           the
           Apprehension
           of
           not
           leaving
           Issue
           behind
           ,
           to
           keep
           up
           the
           Name
           and
           Honour
           of
           a
           Family
           ,
           depress'd
           Lozmani's
           Spirits
           ,
           and
           forc'd
           him
           to
           Affect
           a
           solitary
           and
           retired
           Life
           :
           But
           all
           this
           ,
           by
           his
           Lady's
           being
           happily
           Deliver'd
           of
           a
           Son
           ,
           quickly
           Vanish'd
           ,
           and
           the
           Clouds
           of
           Melancholly
           Dispers'd
           ;
           his
           Spirits
           became
           more
           Strong
           and
           Lively
           ,
           and
           his
           Joy
           rais'd
           to
           a
           higher
           Pitch
           than
           before
           .
           Glad
           was
           he
           to
           see
           Heaven
           bless
           him
           with
           a
           Son
           so
           Fair
           ,
           so
           Beautiful
           ,
           and
           so
           well
           Proportion'd
           ,
           in
           whom
           the
           very
           Heart
           and
           Soul
           of
           its
           Parents
           were
           bound
           up
           .
           But
           ,
           alas
           !
           when
           we
           go
           about
           to
           Assure
           ourselves
           of
           a
           
           Constant
           Flux
           of
           Felicity
           ,
           and
           Promise
           Happiness
           with
           its
           Duration
           ,
           then
           are
           we
           not
           only
           the
           most
           Deceiv'd
           ,
           but
           render'd
           ,
           by
           Fortune's
           inconstant
           Motions
           ,
           (
           as
           to
           this
           World
           )
           the
           most
           Miserable
           ,
           and
           the
           most
           Unhappy
           :
           For
           ,
        
         
           
             As
             in
             all
             things
             ,
             so
             in
             poor
             Mortal's
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             Sorrow
             and
             Joy
             ,
             by
             Course
             ,
             do
             Act
             their
             part
             :
          
           
             For
             ,
             Fortune's
             Course
             ,
             b'ing
             Fickle
             as
             the
             Wind
             ,
          
           
             How
             then
             can
             That
             be
             Constant
             ,
             when
             she
             's
             Blind
             ?
          
           
             Nor
             is
             she
             ever
             Worship'd
             by
             the
             Wise
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             Fools
             ,
             who
             make
             her
             Throne
             the
             Skies
             .
          
        
         
           Thus
           we
           see
           the
           Mutability
           of
           all
           things
           :
           For
           ,
           this
           Son
           ,
           whom
           they
           Named
           Christianus
           ,
           growing
           into
           Years
           ,
           and
           proving
           the
           exact
           Picture
           of
           his
           Father
           ,
           he
           was
           Educated
           and
           Instructed
           by
           him
           ,
           in
           the
           ways
           of
           Virtue
           ;
           and
           had
           already
           Learn'd
           Manners
           enough
           to
           prove
           himself
           an
           Ornament
           to
           his
           Parents
           ,
           when
           (
           about
           the
           Ninth
           Year
           of
           his
           Age
           )
           he
           Unfortunately
           fell
           from
           the
           Turret
           of
           his
           Father's
           House
           into
           a
           Garden
           adjoyning
           ,
           whereby
           he
           was
           not
           only
           taken
           up
           for
           Dead
           ,
           but
           had
           his
           Back
           broke
           ,
           his
           Joints
           dislocated
           ,
           and
           his
           whole
           Body
           bruised
           in
           a
           Deplorable
           manner
           .
        
         
           Imagine
           now
           what
           Scenes
           of
           Sorrow
           attended
           it
           :
           And
           Guess
           how
           great
           an
           Impression
           it
           made
           upon
           the
           Hearts
           of
           Two
           loving
           and
           indulgent
           Parents
           ,
           who
           would
           have
           parted
           with
           all
           their
           Wealth
           to
           have
           prevented
           It
           ,
           if
           possible
           !
           But
           ,
           such
           is
           the
           irrevocable
           Decree
           of
           Heaven
           ,
           that
           an
           Alexander
           ,
           whose
           Arms
           Punish'd
           all
           the
           known
           World
           ,
           till
           it
           Confess'd
           him
           Conquerour
           ,
           can
           no
           more
           Evade
           the
           Poyson
           of
           his
           Cup-bearer
           ,
           Antipater's
           Son
           ,
           than
           a
           Croesus
           ,
           with
           all
           his
           Wealth
           ,
           pretend
           to
           Bribe
           a
           Deity
           !
           If
           we
           expect
           to
           Enjoy
           an
           immortal
           Gift
           ,
           we
           must
           not
           allow
           ourselves
           in
           the
           excessive
           Transports
           of
           the
           Passions
           of
           the
           Mind
           :
           A
           Mediocrity
           in
           Temper
           ,
           will
           Fortify
           us
           against
           all
           the
           Disappointments
           in
           Nature
           ;
           and
           preserve
           to
           us
           ,
           at
           least
           ,
           the
           Idea
           and
           Remembrance
           of
           what
           our
           Senses
           once
           Delighted
           in
           ,
           when
           Passion
           robs
           us
           of
           this
           ,
           and
           our
           Reason
           too
           .
        
         
           
           
             Passion
             ,
             ah
             Passion
             ,
             spoils
             the
             Nobler
             Parts
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             fond
             Mortals
             Deify
             their
             Hearts
             ;
          
           
             Vexing
             the
             Spirits
             with
             Impure
             Dissentions
             ,
          
           
             Pushing
             us
             on
             ,
             t'
             Adore
             our
             own
             Inventions
             .
          
           
             '
             '
             And
             very
             few
             are
             free
             from
             this
             Infection
             ,
          
           
             '
             '
             For
             every
             one
             's
             a
             Slave
             to
             some
             Affection
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             ah
             !
             Ten
             Thousand
             times
             more
             Happy
             's
             he
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Subdues
             Passion
             ,
             and
             sets
             Reason
             free
             ;
          
           
             That
             his
             weak
             Opticks
             may
             more
             clearly
             '
             spye
          
           
             The
             Imperfections
             that
             proceed
             thereby
             .
          
        
         
           But
           ,
           to
           return
           ,
           As
           Christianus
           was
           so
           Unfortunate
           in
           the
           Juvenal
           of
           his
           Years
           ,
           to
           be
           made
           a
           Cripple
           ;
           so
           he
           became
           the
           more
           Helpless
           ,
           and
           outwardly
           Miserable
           :
           For
           his
           Deformity
           so
           Discompos'd
           his
           Mother
           ,
           that
           soon
           after
           she
           made
           a
           Chamber
           her
           Consinement
           ,
           and
           in
           a
           little
           time
           her
           Aspect
           became
           Pale
           and
           Wan
           ;
           the
           Vermilion
           of
           her
           Cheeks
           were
           wash'd
           off
           with
           Pearly
           Tears
           ;
           and
           her
           Eyes
           affected
           nothing
           more
           than
           the
           ghastly
           Ideas
           of
           the
           King
           of
           Terrours
           ,
           and
           his
           silent
           Urn
           ;
           her
           Brows
           were
           Depress'd
           with
           Clouds
           of
           Melancholly
           ;
           and
           all
           her
           Actions
           ,
           Discourse
           and
           Conversation
           ,
           spoke
           nothing
           but
           deep
           Resentments
           of
           a
           troubled
           and
           discontented
           Mind
           :
           The
           Excess
           of
           which
           Passion
           hurry'd
           her
           into
           a
           Hectick
           Fever
           ,
           of
           which
           ,
           (
           maugre
           all
           the
           Indearments
           of
           a
           tender
           and
           loving
           Husband
           )
           she
           in
           a
           most
           Sorrowful
           and
           Tragical
           manner
           ,
           gave
           up
           the
           Ghost
           .
        
         
           Never
           was
           a
           Gentleman
           more
           Disconsolate
           than
           ●ozmani
           :
           Grief
           over-whelm'd
           his
           Heart
           ;
           and
           his
           Soul
           continually
           disburthen'd
           it self
           ,
           by
           breathing
           out
           passionate
           Complaints
           ,
           and
           dolourous
           Sighs
           :
           And
           ,
           what
           with
           the
           Death
           of
           his
           Lady
           ,
           and
           the
           Deformity
           of
           his
           Son
           ,
           he
           was
           reduc'd
           to
           a
           low
           and
           weak
           Condition
           .
           His
           Friends
           being
           Concerned
           to
           see
           him
           so
           ,
           and
           perceiving
           him
           in
           a
           deep
           Consumption
           ,
           they
           ,
           with
           all
           the
           tender
           Expressions
           of
           Love
           and
           Affection
           ,
           indeavour'd
           to
           expel
           the
           Grief
           which
           had
           Seiz'd
           his
           Mind
           ;
           but
           all
           in
           Vain
           ,
           for
           he
           rejected
           their
           Visits
           ,
           refus'd
           their
           Counsels
           ,
           despis'd
           their
           
           Comforts
           ,
           and
           wholly
           deny'd
           himself
           the
           Society
           of
           his
           own
           Family
           .
           Thus
           he
           Linger'd
           out
           a
           Month
           or
           Two
           ,
           till
           he
           found
           his
           Vitals
           ready
           to
           take
           Flight
           ,
           when
           he
           sent
           for
           his
           Brother
           in
           Law
           ;
           to
           whom
           he
           Communicated
           his
           Grief
           in
           the
           following
           Manner
           .
        
         
           Brother
           !
           Mortals
           may
           imagine
           ,
           that
           by
           their
           Wealth
           they
           are
           secur'd
           from
           Vicissitude
           and
           its
           Consequences
           ;
           and
           that
           Fortune
           hath
           lost
           her
           Power
           ,
           and
           is
           Subject
           to
           the
           Controuls
           of
           a
           Guilded
           Purse
           ,
           or
           the
           Amorous
           Looks
           of
           a
           Fair
           Beauty
           :
           But
           ,
           alas
           ,
           so
           long
           as
           we
           are
           Born
           with
           Affection
           ,
           and
           suffer
           it
           to
           Reign
           Arbitrary
           over
           our
           other
           Powers
           ,
           we
           are
           not
           Sensible
           that
           she
           is
           Hood-winck'd
           both
           to
           Wealth
           and
           Grandeur
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           Poverty
           and
           Want
           :
           Nor
           will
           we
           Believe
           ,
           that
           what
           Favours
           she
           heaps
           upon
           us
           at
           One
           time
           ,
           she
           may
           Sweep
           away
           at
           another
           .
           Who
           would
           have
           Thought
           ,
           a
           Person
           so
           Rich
           and
           Wealthy
           ;
           so
           Well-belov'd
           ,
           and
           Esteem'd
           ;
           so
           much
           Refpected
           ,
           and
           Admir'd
           ;
           so
           Bless'd
           in
           the
           soft
           Embraces
           of
           a
           vertuous
           and
           loving
           Wife
           ;
           and
           ,
           in
           fine
           ,
           once
           so
           Happy
           in
           the
           Enjoyment
           of
           a
           Son
           ,
           who●e
           Beauty
           seem'd
           to
           be
           the
           Master-piece
           of
           Nature
           —
           I
           say
           ,
           Who
           would
           have
           imagin'd
           a
           Person
           once
           so
           Fortunate
           ,
           should
           have
           Liv'd
           to
           see
           so
           dire
           a
           Catastrophe
           befall
           him
           ?
           Ah
           ,
           have
           I
           Liv'd
           to
           see
           the
           Lady
           of
           my
           Affections
           ,
           my
           Bosome-Friend
           ,
           and
           the
           Soul
           of
           my
           Love
           ,
           surrender
           up
           all
           the
           Efforts
           of
           Nature
           ,
           all
           the
           Ravishing
           Endearments
           of
           Love
           and
           Beauty
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           Conjugal
           Affections
           of
           a
           Wife
           to
           her
           Husband
           ,
           into
           the
           Hands
           of
           that
           grim
           Tyrant
           Death
           !
           And
           ,
           shall
           this
           Memory
           of
           mine
           forget
           her
           ,
           and
           Live
           ,
           with
           nothing
           to
           feast
           my
           Opticks
           on
           ,
           but
           the
           Deformity
           of
           a
           Son
           ?
           No
           ,
           no
           ;
           Maugre
           all
           the
           Delusive
           Advice
           ,
           to
           stay
           and
           linger
           out
           my
           Days
           here
           ,
           I
           'll
           force
           my
           Fate
           ,
           and
           compel
           Atropos
           to
           Cut
           this
           Thred
           of
           Life
           —
        
         
           And
           here
           Lozmani
           Swooning
           ,
           he
           seem'd
           as
           if
           he
           had
           already
           taken
           Possession
           of
           another
           World
           ,
           till
           his
           Senses
           were
           retriev'd
           ,
           when
           opening
           his
           Eyes
           ,
           he
           thus
           went
           on
           :
           —
           I
           am
           glad
           my
           Dissolution
           arriv'd
           
           not
           ,
           before
           I
           Bequeath'd
           my
           Son
           to
           your
           Care
           ,
           and
           my
           Estate
           to
           your Self
           ,
           for
           his
           Maintainance
           :
           I
           Conjure
           you
           by
           all
           that
           's
           Just
           and
           Sacred
           ,
           on
           pain
           of
           suffering
           here
           all
           the
           Horrours
           of
           Conscience
           that
           can
           be
           inflicted
           on
           a
           Perjur'd
           Soul
           ,
           to
           do
           no
           otherwise
           by
           him
           ,
           than
           becomes
           a
           loving
           Uncle
           ,
           and
           what
           the
           deplorable
           Condition
           of
           a
           Fatherless
           Kinsman
           calls
           for
           :
           To
           which
           the
           Brother
           Assenting
           with
           an
           Oath
           ,
           Christianus
           was
           call'd
           for
           by
           his
           Father
           ,
           who
           in
           the
           midst
           of
           a
           Flood
           of
           Tears
           ,
           Embracing
           him
           ,
           recommended
           him
           to
           his
           Uncle
           ,
           and
           Dy'd
           .
        
         
           Thus
           we
           see
           the
           Tragical
           End
           of
           Lozmani
           and
           his
           Lady
           .
           By
           this
           ,
           I
           would
           have
           my
           Young
           Reader
           observe
           ,
           what
           Love
           and
           Affection
           ,
           some
           Parents
           have
           for
           their
           Children
           ;
           as
           well
           as
           Advise
           Parents
           to
           see
           the
           Folly
           of
           immoderate
           Grief
           ,
           the
           Misery
           of
           Idolizing
           their
           Children
           ,
           and
           the
           Danger
           of
           Repining
           at
           the
           Decree
           of
           Heaven
           .
           Shall
           we
           hasten
           the
           running
           out
           that
           little
           Sand
           left
           us
           ,
           because
           the
           Almighty
           Recalls
           the
           Talent
           HE
           hath
           Lent
           us
           ?
           Consider
           ;
           
             
               —
               Facilis
               descen●us
               Averni
               ;
            
             
               Sed
               revocare
               gradum
               ,
               superasque
               eva
               dere
               ad
               auras
            
             
               Hoc
               Opus
               ,
               hic
               Labor
               est
               —
            
             
               Virg.
               Aen.
               6.
               
            
          
           Thus
           ;
           
             
               Down-hill
               to
               th'
               Shades
               you
               go
               a
               Facile
               way
               ;
            
             
               But
               to
               return
               ,
               and
               re-enjoy
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               That
               is
               a
               Work
               ,
               a
               Labor
               ,
               —
            
          
        
         
           An
           Impossibility
           !
           Is
           it
           not
           better
           then
           ,
           to
           prompt
           Nature
           with
           a
           Mind
           Calm
           and
           Serene
           ,
           than
           to
           hurry
           ourselves
           with
           Passion
           into
           those
           dark
           Recesses
           of
           the
           Dead
           ,
           from
           whence
           there
           is
           no
           Regress
           into
           this
           Life
           again
           ?
           Chilo
           the
           Philosopher
           ,
           (
           Plin.
           l.
           7.
           c.
           32.
           )
           who
           so
           much
           abhorr'd
           the
           Excess
           of
           Passion
           ,
           and
           used
           to
           say
           ,
           Nequid
           nimium
           Cupias
           ;
           Desire
           nothing
           too
           much
           .
           Was
           not
           exempt
           from
           the
           Punishment
           thereof
           :
           for
           the
           Old
           Man
           dy'd
           with
           Joy
           ,
           when
           his
           Son
           return'd
           Victor
           from
           the
           Olympick
           Games
           .
           Without
           we
           can
           take
           to
           ourselves
           Immortality
           ,
           it
           is
           Madness
           for
           Mortals
           to
           imagine
           Heaven
           is
           obliged
           to
           Preserve
           what
           we
           Affect
           ;
           and
           a
           Crime
           often
           
           Punish'd
           ,
           not
           only
           by
           the
           removal
           of
           the
           Object
           ,
           but
           by
           the
           privation
           of
           the
           Adorer's
           Life
           .
           None
           can
           Evade
           those
           Decretive
           Actions
           Subordinate
           to
           the
           Series
           of
           their
           Lives
           .
           And
           this
           I
           call
           Fate
           ,
           which
           Tully
           saith
           ,
           GOD
           hath
           Decreed
           and
           Resolved
           shall
           come
           to
           pass
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           proceed
           ,
           Christianus
           was
           no
           sooner
           taken
           home
           to
           his
           Uncle's
           House
           ,
           but
           he
           as
           soon
           ●ound
           the
           Want
           of
           his
           Parents
           His
           Uncle
           soon
           broke
           the
           Oath
           he
           had
           made
           ,
           forcing
           him
           to
           Labour
           with
           his
           Slaves
           beyond
           his
           Strength
           ;
           and
           in
           a
           little
           time
           most
           unnaturally
           turn'd
           him
           into
           the
           wide
           World
           to
           shift
           .
           Christianus
           being
           thus
           depriv'd
           of
           an
           Habitation
           ,
           he
           wander'd
           up
           and
           down
           Contented
           with
           the
           Courtesy
           of
           some
           ,
           and
           the
           Reproaches
           of
           others
           :
           All
           which
           drave
           him
           the
           more
           to
           Contemplate
           his
           own
           Frailty
           ,
           and
           Contemn
           the
           Vanity
           of
           this
           World's
           Enjoyments
           :
           Till
           at
           length
           ,
           as
           he
           was
           returning
           thro'
           the
           Fields
           into
           the
           City
           ,
           with
           a
           Company
           of
           wicked
           Children
           attending
           him
           ,
           he
           was
           Pityed
           by
           a
           Religious
           Merchant
           ,
           who
           took
           him
           into
           his
           Family
           ;
           where
           he
           Liv'd
           Belov'd
           and
           Admir'd
           nigh
           Two
           Years
           ,
           at
           which
           time
           ,
           to
           the
           great
           Grief
           of
           the
           Merchant
           and
           his
           Lady
           ,
           he
           fell
           Sick
           of
           the
           Small-pox
           ,
           and
           Died
           ,
           being
           Honoured
           with
           a
           Decent
           and
           Solemn
           Funeral
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           was
           taken
           Care
           of
           by
           the
           Almighty
           ,
           and
           no
           doubt
           has
           the
           Reward
           of
           those
           who
           shun
           Vice
           ,
           and
           its
           Attendants
           .
           But
           to
           let
           my
           Reader
           see
           ,
           that
           Heaven
           never
           suffers
           the
           Guilty
           to
           go
           unpunished
           ,
           I
           will
           Conclude
           all
           with
           this
           one
           Instance
           .
        
         
           The
           Perjur'd
           and
           Unnatural
           Brother
           having
           Liv'd
           in
           Excess
           and
           Prodigality
           on
           his
           Brother's
           Estate
           ,
           a
           considerable
           time
           ,
           and
           afterwards
           meeting
           with
           great
           Losses
           at
           Sea
           ;
           the
           Thoughts
           of
           which
           ,
           together
           with
           the
           Gnawings
           of
           his
           Conscience
           ,
           for
           Perjury
           ,
           and
           Villany
           ,
           to
           his
           Brother
           and
           Christianus
           ,
           forc'd
           him
           in
           Despair
           ,
           to
           sling
           himself
           Head-long
           from
           the
           Top
           of
           a
           high
           Clif●
           into
           the
           Sea
           :
           Where
           we
           will
           leave
           him
           ,
           suffering
           the
           Punishments
           of
           the
           Furies
           ,
           which
           
           are
           the
           Stings
           of
           an
           evil
           .
           Conscience
           ;
           where
           ,
           as
           Cicero
           saith
           ,
           Every
           one
           's
           own
           Fraud
           ,
           and
           his
           own
           Terrour
           Frets
           him
           most
           :
           Every
           one
           's
           own
           Wickedness
           Torments
           and
           Inrages
           him
           ;
           his
           own
           Evil
           Thoughts
           ,
           and
           the
           Lashes
           ▪
           of
           Conscience
           affright
           him
           .
           These
           are
           Constant
           and
           Domestick
           Fur●es
           to
           the
           Wicked
           ,
           that
           Night
           and
           day
           expect
           the
           Punishment
           that
           their
           Crimes
           deserve
           .
        
         
           
             This
             World
             affords
             ,
             at
             best
             ,
             no
             other
             Life
             ,
          
           
             Than
             what
             is
             Complicated
             up
             with
             Strife
             :
          
           
             For
             in
             this
             lesser
             Orb
             ,
             we
             Mortals
             see
             ,
          
           
             The
             very
             Eliments
             at
             Variance
             be
             ;
          
           
             The
             flitting
             Air
             ,
             and
             solid
             Earth
             make
             War
             ;
          
           
             And
             th'
             Fire
             and
             Water
             ,
             nothing
             do
             but
             Jar
             :
          
           
             No
             Wonder
             then
             ,
             we
             Mortals
             Change
             and
             Fade
             ,
          
           
             When
             we
             of
             Fickle
             Elements
             are
             made
             .
          
           
             Wealth
             ,
             Beauty
             ,
             Honour
             ,
             and
             Preferment
             high
             ,
          
           
             No
             sooner
             come
             from
             Heav'n
             ,
             but
             back
             they
             fly
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             those
             poor
             Souls
             who
             fix
             therein
             their
             trust
          
           
             By
             Heav'ns
             Blasts
             are
             blown
             away
             like
             Dust
             ,
          
           
             And
             plung'd
             in
             Mis'ry
             with
             the
             Ambitious
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             For
             ,
             where
             's
             the
             Mortal
             can
             the
             Fates
             Controul
             ?
          
           
             But
             if
             we
             would
             Live
             Undisturb'd
             and
             Free
             ,
          
           
             And
             shun
             the
             Labyrinth
             of
             Misery
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             seek
             [
             ah
             ,
             seek
             and
             find
             ,
             poor
             Souls
             distrest
             !
             ]
          
           
             A
             humble
             Cottage
             ,
             where
             Life
             lives
             at
             Rest
             ;
          
           
             And
             feed
             our
             Vitals
             ,
             [
             maugre
             horrid
             Strife
             ]
          
           
             On
             that
             we
             Mortals
             call
             ,
             The
             Bread
             of
             Life
             :
          
           
             Quenchin●
             that
             Thirst
             ,
             which
             doth
             our
             Spirits
             cloy
             ,
          
           
             By
             Drinking
             everlastig
             Streams
             of
             Joy.
          
           
             This
             Summum
             Bonum
             if
             we
             hope
             to
             have
             ,
          
           
             We
             must
             Conform
             to
             th'
             Advice
             which
             Solon
             gave
          
           
             Contemn
             this
             World
             ,
             and
             follow
             Wisdom's
             Rule
             :
          
           
             〈◊〉
             is
             most
             Wise
             who
             thinks
             himself
             most
             Fool.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           1.
           
           The
           ROSE
           crop'd
           by
           Youth
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             LOOK
             in
             the
             Morning
             ,
             and
             you
             'll
             see
          
           
             the
             Rose-buds
             to
             awake
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             Beds
             most
             fragrantly
             ,
          
           
             a
             pleasant
             Odour
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             when
             the
             Gard'ner
             to
             it
             goes
             ,
          
           
             it
             can't
             his
             Knife
             withstand
             ;
          
           
             But
             strait
             descends
             this
             Damask
             Rose
             ,
          
           
             to
             wither
             in
             his
             Hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ah!
             gentle
             Youth
             ,
             thus
             strive
             to
             crop
          
           
             from
             off
             this
             Bush
             a
             Flower
             ;
          
           
             Turn
             back
             ;
             behold
             !
             one
             ready
             stands
          
           
             thy
             Youth
             for
             to
             devour
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             T
             IS
             most
             expedient
             ,
             that
             Man
             first
             of
             all
             should
             Meditate
             upon
             Death
             ;
             whether
             he
             will
             be
             a
             Philosopher
             ,
             or
             not
             :
             For
             ,
             we
             find
             but
             two
             Certainties
             in
             this
             World
             ,
             Life
             ,
             and
             Death
             :
             From
             whence
             I
             infer
             ,
             As
             soon
             as
             Nature
             has
             done
             her
             Duty
             in
             the
             first
             ,
             and
             set
             the
             Wheels
             at
             work
             ,
             the
             latter
             should
             be
             put
             in
             
               Practice
               :
               i.
               e.
            
             We
             should
             be
             putting
             our selves
             in
             the
             Grave
             ,
             every
             day
             we
             live
             .
             To
             which
             end
             ,
             consider
             ,
             O
             my
             Reader
             !
             that
             thou
             art
             brought
             forth
             in
             a
             Garden
             ,
             whereof
             God
             is
             supream
             Lord
             and
             Master
             ;
             thou
             art
             set
             (
             as
             a
             Plant
             )
             in
             such
             a
             Soil
             ,
             to
             grow
             up
             according
             to
             its
             Fertility
             ;
             Death
             is
             thy
             Gardener
             ,
             who
             is
             appointed
             to
             Root
             up
             evil
             Weeds
             ,
             and
             to
             gather
             fragrant
             Herbs
             and
             Flowers
             for
             his
             Master's
             Palace
             ;
             therefore
             is
             it
             not
             better
             for
             thee
             ,
             to
             Converse
             with
             thy
             Gardener
             ,
             to
             understand
             his
             Natural
             Qualities
             ,
             that
             thou
             mayst
             be
             the
             more
             Potent
             in
             Pruning-time
             ,
             to
             lose
             a
             Branch
             or
             two
             ,
             than
             to
             have
             the
             whole
             trodden
             despicably
             amongst
             Briars
             and
             Thorns
             ?
             Consider
             ,
             thou
             canst
             not
             Fee
             Death
             ,
             nor
             evade
             his
             Darts
             ;
             and
             that
             every
             one
             must
             kiss
             his
             cold
             Lips
             ,
             and
             fall
             asleep
             in
             the
             Dust.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           2
           ,
           The
           Innocent
           Lambs
           Sporting
           and
           Playing
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             HOW
             innocent
             and
             lovingly
          
           
             the
             tender
             Lambs
             do
             play
             ;
          
           
             Bah
             ,
             Bah
             ,
             they
             cry
             most
             chearfully
             ,
          
           
             as
             trav'ling
             on
             their
             way
             :
          
        
         
           
             They
             think
             no
             hurt
             :
             With
             quiet
             Mirth
          
           
             they
             're
             drove
             with
             Whip
             in
             hand
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             do
             they
             Dream
             at
             all
             of
             Death
             ,
          
           
             when
             Butchers
             by
             them
             stand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Amongst
             the
             Grass
             ,
             i'
             th'
             pleasant
             Fields
             ,
          
           
             these
             harmless
             Lambs
             Consort
             ;
          
           
             They
             leap
             for
             Joy
             ,
             and
             toss
             their
             Heels
             ,
          
           
             till
             Death
             does
             end
             their
             Sport.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WHY
             wilt
             thou
             Delight
             thy self
             ,
             O
             my
             Child
             ,
             in
             provoking
             thy
             Brother
             to
             Wrath
             ?
             Is
             it
             for
             thy
             Credit
             to
             be
             Quarrelling
             one
             with
             another
             ,
             when
             every
             day
             Providence
             drives
             thee
             nearer
             towards
             the
             Slaughter-house
             ?
             Thou
             little
             think'st
             of
             this
             ,
             but
             know
             ,
             that
             thou
             art
             going
             ,
             where-ever
             thou
             art
             ,
             to
             the
             Court
             of
             Justice
             ;
             and
             ,
             is
             it
             not
             better
             to
             take
             thy
             Brother
             by
             the
             Hand
             ,
             and
             run
             quietly
             ,
             that
             the
             Judge
             may
             Smile
             on
             thee
             ,
             and
             Sing
             thee
             Asleep
             in
             his
             Arms.
             Consider
             ,
             Brotherly
             Love
             is
             as
             Chains
             of
             Gold
             about
             the
             Neck
             ;
             and
             without
             it
             we
             are
             worse
             than
             Savage
             Beasts
             :
             Love
             Sweetens
             our
             Dispositions
             ,
             and
             flings
             away
             all
             Acts
             of
             Hostility
             ,
             constraining
             us
             to
             turn
             and
             Kiss
             one
             another
             in
             the
             Heat
             of
             Broils
             and
             Animosities
             :
             But
             where
             is
             this
             to
             be
             sought
             for
             ?
             In
             Relations
             there
             's
             very
             little
             Sympathy
             to
             be
             found
             ;
             every
             one's
             Heart
             is
             case
             hardened
             to
             the
             Afflictions
             of
             his
             Friend
             ;
             and
             to
             say
             ,
             in
             Extremity
             ,
             I
             am
             thy
             Brother
             ,
             or
             Kinsman
             by
             Blood
             ,
             &c.
             is
             like
             Whistling
             to
             the
             Wind
             ,
             or
             rowling
             Stones
             up-hill
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           3.
           
           The
           Turtle
           Surpriz'd
           and
           took
           Sleeping
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             WHen
             blust'ring
             storms
             are
             blown
             away
             ,
          
           
             and
             Waves
             begin
             to
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Sol
             ,
             with
             his
             warm
             glitt'ring
             Rays
             ,
          
           
             most
             calmly
             up
             does
             call
          
        
         
           
             The
             Turtle
             ,
             pleasingly
             to
             float
          
           
             asleep
             upon
             the
             Sea
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             it
             's
             catch'd
             by
             Men
             i'
             th'
             Boat
             ,
          
           
             it
             wakes
             immediately
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             when
             too
             late
             it
             sees
             it self
          
           
             surpriz'd
             and
             taken
             fast
             ,
          
           
             It
             sighs
             and
             sobs
             with
             briny
             Tears
             ,
          
           
             so
             long
             as
             Life
             doth
             last
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             IF
             thou
             wilt
             Hunt
             ,
             be
             sure
             let
             it
             be
             with
             all
             the
             innocent
             Diversion
             imaginable
             :
             For
             ,
             what
             occasion
             hast
             thou
             to
             Curse
             thy
             Horse
             ,
             because
             thy
             Game
             out
             runs
             him
             ?
             Or
             thy
             Game
             ,
             because
             it
             endeavours
             to
             escape
             thee
             with
             its
             Life
             ?
             Surely
             thou
             art
             asleep
             when
             thou
             dost
             so
             ;
             and
             ,
             no
             Wonder
             if
             thou
             art
             taken
             Napping
             ,
             when
             thy
             Horse
             is
             Leaping
             a
             Hedge
             ,
             or
             Style
             ,
             by
             the
             
               common
               Hunt
            
             ,
             who
             is
             at
             the
             Back
             of
             every
             one
             ,
             to
             
             catch'em
             when
             they
             fall
             .
             Let
             this
             be
             thy
             Rule
             in
             all
             thy
             Recreation
             ,
             and
             thou
             wilt
             Discern
             him
             plain
             enough
             to
             Shun
             him
             .
             Besides
             ,
             when
             thou
             art
             about
             a
             Journey
             ,
             or
             Some
             other
             Sporting
             Exercise
             of
             Body
             ,
             form
             an
             Idea
             ,
             of
             its
             Nature
             ,
             and
             Quality
             ;
             thereby
             no
             Mischief
             shall
             ensue
             ,
             nor
             will
             thy
             Senses
             be
             Stupify'd
             with
             the
             Fatiegues
             thereof
             .
             Farther
             ,
             let
             this
             Consideration
             rouse
             my
             young
             Schollar
             out
             of
             that
             Lethargy
             of
             childish
             Pleasures
             ,
             which
             terminate
             in
             Affliction
             :
             So
             he
             shall
             have
             true
             Pleasure
             and
             Delight
             in
             his
             Satchel
             ,
             the
             Love
             of
             his
             Superiors
             ,
             and
             escape
             the
             Epidemical
             Consequents
             of
             Excess
             and
             Wantonness
             ;
             when
             the
             impure
             Child
             ,
             shall
             be
             devour'd
             by
             the
             Jaws
             of
             Satan
             ,
             and
             Weep
             when
             't
             is
             too
             late
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           4.
           
           A
           Dog
           returning
           to
           his
           Vomit
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             IS
             't
             not
             a
             Nasty
             sight
             to
             see
          
           
             a
             Dog
             to
             Spue
             amain
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             is
             out
             ,
             immediately
          
           
             to
             eat
             it
             up
             again
             ?
          
        
         
           
             So
             strangely
             does
             this
             Cur
             delight
          
           
             to
             swallow
             down
             his
             Throat
             ,
          
           
             What
             he
             before
             with
             all
             his
             might
          
           
             most
             loathfully
             cast
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             Would
             it
             not
             make
             Man's
             Stomach
             loathe
          
           
             the
             daintiest
             Dish
             of
             Meat
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             this
             nasty
             brutish
             Dog
          
           
             its
             Vomit
             up
             to
             Eat
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             T
             IS
             common
             with
             School-Boys
             to
             Spue
             out
             Repentance
             upon
             one
             anothers
             Backs
             ,
             when
             they
             are
             under
             their
             Master's
             Correction
             ;
             and
             as
             frequent
             to
             wipe
             it
             off
             with
             their
             Tears
             :
             For
             ,
             how
             many
             irreiterated
             Promises
             will
             they
             make
             to
             save
             a
             little
             Smart
             ?
             But
             when
             it
             's
             over
             ,
             they
             forget
             'em
             ,
             and
             run
             to
             their
             unlawful
             Exercise
             with
             as
             much
             Celerity
             and
             Egregiousness
             ,
             as
             before
             .
             Indeed
             ,
             some
             Cry
             up
             Correction
             as
             the
             Chief
             ,
             to
             be
             used
             in
             Governing
             Youth
             ;
             but
             ,
             for
             my
             Part
             ,
             I
             abhor
             it
             (
             especially
             the
             Excess
             )
             and
             esteem
             it
             as
             Bestiality
             ,
             and
             fit
             for
             none
             but
             Irrational
             Creatures
             ,
             Slaves
             and
             Criminals
             :
             But
             rather
             ,
             on
             the
             other
             Hand
             ,
             that
             they
             should
             be
             manag'd
             with
             all
             the
             Freeness
             and
             Generosity
             imaginable
             .
             Wilt
             thou
             then
             ,
             my
             Child
             ,
             turn
             Beast
             ,
             to
             Eat
             and
             Drink
             thine
             own
             Dung
             and
             Nastiness
             ?
             GOD
             forbid
             :
             Consider
             ,
             it
             is
             better
             to
             Disgorge
             thy self
             of
             that
             Venom
             of
             Pleasure
             ,
             which
             infects
             thy
             Conscience
             ,
             and
             henceforward
             ,
             loath
             the
             most
             daintiest
             Dish
             in
             the
             World.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           5.
           
           The
           Fly
           and
           Candle
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             ALas
             ,
             what
             makes
             the
             pretty
             Fly
          
           
             to
             hover
             thus
             about
             ,
          
           
             But
             with
             its
             silly
             Wings
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             the
             Candle
             to
             put
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             flutters
             round
             the
             glimm'ring
             Light
             ,
          
           
             and
             pleased
             is
             to
             see
          
           
             A
             burning
             Tapour
             in
             the
             Night
             ,
          
           
             which
             works
             its
             Misery
             .
          
        
         
           
             Poor
             senseless
             Insect
             thus
             to
             toil
          
           
             to
             have
             thy
             fond
             desire
             ;
          
           
             'T
             will
             prove
             to
             thee
             a
             fatal
             Foil
             ,
          
           
             and
             set
             thy
             Wings
             on
             fire
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THere
             is
             one
             grand
             Folly
             which
             possesses
             the
             generality
             of
             Mankind
             ,
             and
             obstructs
             their
             Happiness
             ;
             and
             that
             is
             ,
             Inconstancy
             :
             This
             puts
             him
             upon
             the
             Wing
             to
             Honour
             and
             Disgrace
             ,
             Wealth
             and
             Poverty
             ,
             Ambition
             and
             Content
             ,
             and
             a
             World
             of
             Contrarieties
             ;
             it
             carries
             him
             from
             Hope
             to
             Despair
             ,
             from
             Joy
             to
             Sorrow
             ;
             and
             ,
             like
             a
             Ball
             of
             Snow
             ,
             gathers
             as
             it
             rowls
             ,
             to
             make
             its
             Fall
             the
             greater
             .
             This
             is
             hovering
             round
             the
             burning
             Taper
             ,
             and
             working
             thine
             own
             Misery
             .
             The
             glimmering
             Pleasures
             of
             a
             Dissolute
             and
             Wanton
             Life
             ,
             attract
             Man
             (
             as
             the
             Flame
             does
             the
             Fly
             )
             till
             he
             is
             somewhat
             Disabled
             ,
             and
             forced
             to
             withdraw
             ,
             but
             immediately
             his
             Madness
             and
             Folly
             turns
             the
             Tide
             of
             Sobriety
             ,
             when
             egregiously
             he
             crosses
             it
             backward
             and
             forward
             ,
             till
             he
             is
             forc'd
             to
             yield
             as
             Victim
             to
             his
             Lusts
             and
             Hearts
             Desire
             .
             There
             is
             nothing
             like
             shunning
             Extreams
             ,
             and
             keeping
             to
             a
             well-grounded
             Mediocrity
             ,
             which
             will
             prove
             another
             sort
             of
             Honey
             ,
             than
             that
             which
             endeth
             in
             Gall
             and
             Bitterness
             ;
             when
             
               Malorum
               esca
               Voluptas
            
             ;
             Pleasure
             is
             the
             Baits
             of
             Iniquity
             ,
             Char.
             l.
             3.
             c.
             38.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           6.
           
           The
           Laborious
           Bee
           sucking
           Honey
           from
           Flowers
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             What
             makes
             th'
             industrious
             Bee
             to
             strive
          
           
             with
             's
             Wings
             abroad
             to
             Roam
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             for
             to
             fill
             the
             Hive
          
           
             with
             Luscious
             Honey-Comb
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             ranges
             thro'
             each
             fragrant
             Bower
          
           
             'mongst
             Valleys
             ,
             Meadows
             ,
             Hills
             ,
          
           
             From
             Violets
             ,
             Cowslips
             ,
             and
             each
             Flower
             ,
          
           
             it
             Nourishment
             distills
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             Humming
             ,
             Labours
             hard
             all
             day
             ,
          
           
             upon
             the
             Thistle
             ,
             Rose
             ,
          
           
             And
             Lilly
             ;
             Laden
             ,
             strait
             away
          
           
             unto
             its
             Hive
             it
             goes
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THere
             is
             but
             one
             Habit
             to
             be
             got
             at
             one
             time
             ;
             the
             Novelty
             of
             which
             is
             the
             Memory's
             Whetstone
             ,
             till
             it
             becomes
             pall'd
             and
             insipid
             :
             Vice
             seldom
             is
             Burdensom
             in
             it self
             ,
             and
             consequently
             the
             longer
             Retained
             .
             Now
             ,
             there
             is
             a
             Duty
             incumbent
             on
             Parents
             ,
             viz.
             To
             secure
             their
             Children
             from
             ill
             Precedents
             ;
             which
             they
             must
             do
             ,
             if
             they
             will
             have
             'em
             free
             from
             ill
             Manners
             .
             And
             there
             is
             a
             Duty
             adopted
             for
             Children
             too
             ,
             viz.
             To
             avoid
             Vicious
             Companions
             ,
             and
             Consort
             themselves
             with
             the
             Lovers
             of
             Virtue
             .
             The
             Effect
             of
             this
             Practise
             will
             be
             this
             :
             You
             shall
             send
             your
             Son
             out
             ,
             and
             he
             will
             return
             with
             an
             Improvement
             of
             his
             Talent
             ;
             he
             will
             say
             ,
             Father
             ,
             I
             heard
             a
             Boy
             contemn
             God
             ,
             by
             telling
             a
             Lye
             ,
             which
             made
             my
             Heart
             Ach
             till
             I
             had
             Reprov'd
             him
             :
             Mother
             ,
             I
             saw
             a
             Rarity
             ,
             a
             rich
             good
             Man
             take
             his
             Coat
             off
             ,
             and
             Cloath
             a
             poor
             Miserable
             Wretch
             therewith
             ;
             Would
             to
             God
             I
             were
             firmly
             Ri●eted
             in
             Wisdom
             also
             ,
             Is
             not
             this
             Honey
             in
             thy
             Hive
             ,
             O
             Parents
             ?
             Surely
             thou
             shalt
             be
             Happy
             in
             the
             goings
             out
             ,
             and
             comings
             in
             ,
             of
             such
             Children
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           7.
           
           The
           Nightingale
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             WHen
             Winter
             's
             hoary
             Frosts
             retire
             ,
          
           
             to
             usher
             in
             the
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             Up
             strikes
             th'harmonious
             winged
             Quire
             ,
          
           
             melodiously
             to
             Sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Hark
             ,
             how
             the
             well-tun'd
             Nightingale
          
           
             sounds
             forth
             her
             quiv'ring
             Note
             ,
          
           
             And
             warbles
             out
             a
             pleasant
             Tale
             ,
          
           
             with
             Musick
             in
             her
             throat
             ;
          
        
         
           
             All
             Life
             ,
             she
             flutters
             in
             the
             Bush
             ,
          
           
             her
             strenuous
             Notes
             to
             raise
             ,
          
           
             And
             whilst
             her
             Life
             doth
             last
             ,
             she
             thus
          
           
             Chants
             forth
             her
             Maker's
             Praise
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THere
             is
             in
             Nature
             ,
             saith
             Seneca
             ,
             a
             most
             villainous
             and
             odious
             Vice
             ;
             the
             which
             is
             so
             Aggravating
             ,
             that
             it
             Dissolves
             all
             Humane
             Society
             ;
             
               Grave
               vitium
               ,
               intoler
               abile
               ,
               quod
               dissociat
               Homines
               :
            
             And
             this
             I
             call
             Ingratitude
             :
             Of
             which
             (
             if
             Man
             would
             but
             rightly
             consider
             )
             he
             might
             be
             Asham'd
             ,
             and
             justly
             Reproach
             himself
             with
             the
             worst
             of
             Infamies
             .
             He
             may
             learn
             otherwise
             of
             irrational
             Creatures
             ;
             and
             when
             he
             finds
             the
             Charity
             of
             another
             extended
             towards
             him
             ,
             he
             ought
             to
             extend
             his
             Thanks
             to
             the
             Donor
             ;
             and
             blaze
             abroad
             with
             just
             Encomiums
             his
             Deliverer's
             Praise
             .
             Thus
             the
             grateful
             Man
             will
             Reflect
             and
             run
             over
             the
             Mercies
             of
             the
             Day-past
             ;
             adore
             his
             Maker
             ,
             and
             make
             use
             of
             all
             the
             Faculties
             of
             his
             Soul
             and
             Body
             in
             Singing
             his
             Praise
             :
             He
             will
             sit
             down
             more
             contented
             with
             his
             Morsel
             of
             Bread
             ,
             and
             Bottle
             of
             Water
             ,
             than
             the
             ingrateful
             Wretch
             with
             all
             his
             Delicacies
             and
             Dainties
             .
             It
             is
             a
             Passion
             to
             be
             abhorred
             ,
             as
             base
             and
             sordid
             ,
             and
             not
             to
             be
             found
             in
             a
             vertuous
             and
             generous
             Soul.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           8.
           
           The
           Ostrage
           hiding
           her
           Eggs
           in
           the
           Sand.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             LOok
             how
             the
             Ostrage
             rakes
             the
             Sand
             ,
          
           
             her
             Eggs
             therein
             to
             hide
             ,
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             she
             does
             not
             Understand
          
           
             what
             may
             them
             soon
             betide
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unnat'ral
             Ostrage
             ,
             thus
             to
             make
          
           
             a
             Nest
             within
             the
             Earth
             ,
          
           
             To
             lay
             thine
             Eggs
             in
             ,
             and
             not
             take
          
           
             some
             care
             to
             see
             their
             Birth
             .
          
        
         
           
             Suppose
             Mens
             Feet
             should
             crush
             them
             down
             ?
          
           
             or
             ,
             what
             if
             Beasts
             of
             Prey
          
           
             Should
             with
             their
             Paws
             break
             ev'ry
             one
          
           
             when-e'er
             they
             come
             that
             way
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WHat
             says
             
               Plato
               ?
               I
               cannot
               imagine
               ,
               why
               Man
               should
               be
               more
               studious
               in
               any
               thing
               ,
               than
               in
               bringing
               up
               his
               Children
               Well!
            
             In
             this
             he
             speaks
             right
             ;
             because
             the
             
               Chief
               Good
            
             of
             a
             Common-Wealth
             consists
             in
             the
             
               Vertuous
               Education
            
             of
             their
             Youth
             :
             And
             this
             Duty
             lies
             wholly
             upon
             the
             Parents
             ,
             (
             especially
             the
             Father
             )
             as
             it
             is
             Branched
             out
             into
             these
             four
             depending
             Parts
             ,
             
               viz.
               Life
               ,
               Nourishment
               ,
               Instruction
            
             and
             Communication
             .
             All
             which
             the
             Parent
             should
             take
             more
             Care
             of
             ,
             than
             his
             Estate
             :
             For
             ,
             as
             Crates
             Exclaims
             ,
             
               To
               what
               Purpose
               do
               Mortals
               fatigue
               themselves
               in
               the
               laying
               up
               Riches
               ;
               and
               trouble
               themselves
               so
               little
               with
               those
               that
               are
               to
               enjoy
               them
               ?
               Is
               it
               not
               valuing
               the
               Shoe
               more
               than
               the
               Foot
               ?
            
             And
             ,
             to
             do
             like
             the
             Ostrage
             ,
             bury
             thy
             Son
             alive
             in
             the
             Quick
             sands
             of
             Hair-brain'd
             Extravagancies
             ?
             This
             is
             
             Pindarus's
             Vanity
             ;
             The
             Dream
             of
             a
             Shadow
             :
             And
             the
             Child
             is
             more
             injur'd
             ,
             by
             not
             learning
             to
             Govern
             himself
             ,
             than
             Benefited
             by
             giving
             him
             all
             the
             Wealth
             and
             Power
             in
             the
             World
             to
             Govern
             others
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           9.
           
           A
           Ship
           Sailing
           to
           her
           desired
           Port.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             BEhold
             the
             Ship
             which
             steddy
             steers
          
           
             its
             Course
             thro'
             th'watry
             Main
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Rocks
             ,
             nor
             Sands
             ,
             nor
             Storms
             it
             fears
             ,
          
           
             But
             cuts
             the
             Waves
             in
             twain
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             suffers
             many
             bitter
             Shock
             ,
          
           
             and
             many
             rouling
             Sea
          
           
             Makes
             it
             like
             to
             a
             Cradle
             Rock
             ,
          
           
             Before
             't
             can
             harbour'd
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             any
             Hurricane
             appears
             ,
          
           
             or
             ,
             when
             the
             Land
             is
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             The
             Seamen
             are
             possess'd
             with
             Fears
             ,
          
           
             and
             to
             their
             Pilot
             Cry.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             BEhold
             ,
             O
             Man
             !
             an
             Emblem
             of
             thy
             Life
             ,
             thy
             swift
             Journey
             ,
             thy
             passage
             into
             another
             World
             ,
             to
             the
             Port
             of
             Delivery
             ,
             and
             to
             a
             State
             which
             puzzles
             the
             most
             Sagacious
             Philosophers
             living
             :
             How
             is
             that
             feeble
             Bark
             ,
             thy
             Body
             ,
             blown
             up
             and
             down
             by
             every
             Gust
             of
             Vanity
             and
             Pride
             ?
             toss'd
             upon
             the
             Shelves
             of
             Poverty
             and
             Want
             ?
             elevated
             by
             the
             Waves
             of
             Ambition
             and
             Honour
             ?
             and
             cast
             down
             by
             the
             inconstant
             Frowns
             of
             Fortune
             ?
             We
             are
             all
             like
             Ships
             newly
             Launched
             when
             Born
             ;
             some
             fall
             in
             pieces
             before
             they
             set
             to
             Sea
             ;
             some
             founder
             half
             way
             their
             Voyage
             ;
             others
             are
             swallowed
             up
             in
             Sands
             within
             sight
             of
             the
             Harbour
             ;
             and
             few
             escape
             Pirates
             ,
             the
             Dangers
             of
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             other
             Casualties
             ,
             to
             arrive
             with
             full
             Sails
             at
             the
             highest
             Akme
             of
             Perfection
             .
             There
             is
             a
             Pilot
             to
             guide
             us
             ,
             which
             ,
             because
             he
             is
             invisible
             ,
             and
             his
             Being
             in
             Dispute
             ,
             we
             will
             not
             accept
             as
             we
             ought
             :
             Some
             will
             weigh
             Anchor
             ,
             and
             drop
             again
             ;
             some
             pretend
             an
             Imbargo
             ,
             others
             steal
             away
             in
             the
             Night
             ,
             whilst
             most
             fall
             short
             of
             the
             desired
             Port.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           10.
           
           The
           Ants
           and
           Sluggard
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             THE
             Ants
             a
             People
             are
             not
             strong
             ,
          
           
             yet
             Pains
             they
             daily
             take
          
           
             Before
             the
             Summer-time
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             their
             Winter-store
             to
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             what
             does
             make
             this
             little
             Ant
          
           
             i'
             th'
             Season
             dry
             to
             get
          
           
             Her
             Food
             ;
             unless
             she
             fears
             to
             want
          
           
             when
             Winter's
             Cold
             and
             Wet
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Sluggard
             fast
             a
             sleep
             does
             lye
             ,
          
           
             and
             Idly
             takes
             his
             Ease
             ,
          
           
             Because
             't
             is
             now
             Prosperity
             ,
          
           
             he
             thinks
             't
             will
             never
             cease
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             AS
             Providence
             has
             allotted
             every
             Creature
             its
             respective
             Office
             ,
             or
             Duty
             ,
             to
             Exercise
             its
             Powers
             and
             Faculties
             upon
             :
             So
             Man
             (
             the
             Nobler
             of
             all
             others
             )
             more
             especially
             is
             Commanded
             to
             Work
             and
             Labour
             with
             his
             own
             Hands
             ,
             to
             feed
             his
             Mouth
             .
             He
             is
             not
             enjoyned
             to
             seek
             after
             more
             than
             is
             sufficient
             for
             himself
             and
             Family
             ,
             and
             occasional
             Acts
             of
             Charity
             ;
             nor
             allow'd
             to
             live
             in
             Idleness
             ,
             till
             what
             has
             been
             complicated
             up
             by
             the
             Confluence
             of
             Heaven's
             Blessings
             ,
             is
             Exhausted
             through
             Riot
             and
             Excess
             .
             Nature
             in
             it self
             is
             not
             Extravagant
             ,
             but
             Generous
             and
             Liberal
             ;
             but
             ,
             through
             Speculation
             ,
             it
             is
             Corrupt
             and
             Degenerate
             :
             Lust
             cannot
             be
             without
             Sight
             ;
             whence
             it
             comes
             ,
             that
             the
             Passions
             are
             set
             to
             Work
             ,
             so
             soon
             as
             the
             Opticks
             inspect
             a
             Beauty
             :
             From
             whence
             I
             infer
             ,
             That
             the
             Simple
             will
             not
             Labour
             for
             Necessaries
             ,
             any
             longer
             than
             they
             can
             form
             the
             least
             Idea
             of
             Substance
             ,
             or
             forc'd
             to
             by
             Acts
             of
             Compulsion
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           11.
           
           A
           Boy
           taking
           a
           Birds
           nest
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             WHen
             Spring
             her
             Sun-shine
             Mantle
             weilds
          
           
             upon
             the
             hoary
             Earth
             ;
          
           
             Then
             Madam
             Flora
             decks
             the
             Fields
             ,
          
           
             and
             gives
             the
             Flow'rs
             new
             Birth
             .
          
        
         
           
             Which
             makes
             the
             Idle
             Boy
             abroad
          
           
             oft-times
             a
             Truant
             make
             ;
          
           
             To
             travel
             o'er
             each
             Field
             and
             Road
          
           
             a
             Birds
             nest
             for
             to
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             e'er
             he
             '
             spies
             it
             ,
             up
             he
             crawls
          
           
             the
             Tree
             ,
             in
             hopes
             to
             find
          
           
             Live
             Birds
             ,
             or
             Eggs
             ;
             but
             Oh
             he
             falls
             ,
          
           
             and
             leaves
             them
             all
             behind
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THere
             is
             a
             Proverb
             that
             saith
             ,
             
               Nature
               is
               never
               Content
            
             :
             Nor
             will
             it
             be
             satisfied
             ,
             give
             it
             never
             so
             much
             :
             And
             he
             whose
             Nature
             is
             such
             ,
             is
             continually
             pester'd
             with
             Ambition
             ;
             which
             (
             saith
             Seneca
             )
             hath
             this
             Vice
             ,
             
               Non
               respicit
            
             ;
             Not
             to
             look
             back
             .
             Now
             ,
             the
             Ambitious
             Man
             cannot
             be
             Courted
             to
             Consider
             ,
             What
             he
             was
             ;
             that
             he
             takes
             another's
             Place
             ;
             and
             that
             ,
             he
             knows
             not
             how
             soon
             some
             One
             or
             Other
             may
             justle
             him
             out
             :
             All
             he
             Ruminates
             on
             ,
             is
             ;
             Honour
             ,
             Wealth
             ,
             Authority
             ,
             Glory
             ,
             and
             a
             Thousand
             Extravagancies
             ;
             These
             are
             the
             Nests
             he
             looks
             up
             after
             ,
             and
             crawls
             up
             on
             other
             Mens
             Shoulders
             too
             ,
             till
             his
             Ambition
             is
             too
             Heavy
             for
             its
             Supporters
             ,
             which
             sinks
             ,
             and
             slips
             from
             under
             him
             ,
             whilst
             he
             tumbles
             Headlong
             down
             the
             Precipice
             of
             Despair
             .
             In
             fine
             ,
             't
             is
             a
             Vice
             ,
             restless
             and
             Vexations
             ,
             and
             hath
             no
             Bounds
             .
             Present
             to
             the
             Ambitious
             Soul
             ,
             the
             Sight
             of
             Children
             catching
             frothy
             Bladders
             in
             the
             Air
             ,
             he
             will
             Laugh
             at
             you
             ,
             when
             at
             the
             same
             time
             his
             Actions
             are
             far
             more
             Ridiculous
             in
             the
             Eyes
             of
             all
             Wise
             Men.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           12.
           
           Two
           Drunkards
           pretending
           to
           Travel
           ,
           Kill
           themselves
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             TWO
             Drunken
             Sots
             had
             both
             agreed
          
           
             a
             Journey
             long
             to
             take
             :
          
           
             Who
             had
             not
             gone
             'bove
             half
             a
             League
             ,
          
           
             when
             to
             a
             House
             they
             make
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Then
             call'd
             for
             Drink
             ,
             and
             drank
             so
             long
             ,
          
           
             their
             Senses
             flew
             away
             .
          
           
             One
             Swore
             the
             other
             did
             him
             wrong
             ;
          
           
             but
             could
             not
             tell
             which
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             they
             contend
             ;
             at
             length
             they
             fight
          
           
             to
             end
             the
             Drunken
             Strife
             ,
          
           
             In
             rage
             each
             drew
             his
             Knife
             ,
             and
             quite
          
           
             depriv'd
             themselves
             of
             Life
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             OF
             all
             Vices
             ,
             there
             's
             none
             more
             Odious
             ,
             more
             Destructive
             ,
             and
             more
             Abusive
             than
             Drinking
             to
             Excess
             .
             The
             Drunkard
             is
             [
             by
             our
             new
             Critic's
             leave
             ]
             an
             Element
             of
             Noise
             and
             Impiety
             ;
             a
             Chaos
             Complicated
             up
             with
             every
             thing
             his
             confus'd
             Fancy
             forms
             into
             an
             Idea
             .
             The
             Drunkard
             not
             only
             Confounds
             the
             Business
             he
             just
             before
             ingag'd
             in
             ,
             but
             acts
             Arbitrary
             to
             the
             Law
             of
             Nature
             ,
             and
             Unravels
             Oathes
             ,
             Vows
             ,
             and
             sacred
             Obligations
             ,
             that
             have
             been
             Scores
             of
             Years
             winding
             to
             a
             Bottom
             .
             The
             Drunkard
             ,
             will
             hasten
             from
             Prayer
             to
             Curse
             an
             Adversary
             ;
             And
             will
             promise
             to
             do
             That
             for
             Another
             ,
             which
             (
             when
             he
             's
             Sober
             )
             he
             wants
             to
             have
             done
             for
             Himself
             .
             He
             will
             endeavour
             to
             divert
             you
             with
             a
             long
             Harangue
             of
             the
             Ill
             of
             others
             ,
             when
             at
             the
             same
             time
             ,
             if
             you
             happen
             to
             Misconstrue
             one
             of
             his
             Words
             ,
             you
             yourself
             shall
             be
             the
             greatest
             Enemy
             he
             has
             :
             Nay
             ,
             thô
             thou
             art
             his
             Brother
             ,
             he
             will
             believe
             thee
             to
             be
             no
             other
             than
             a
             Dog
             ,
             and
             a
             Dog's
             Life
             wilt
             thou
             Live
             ,
             all
             the
             time
             it
             is
             thy
             Fate
             ,
             to
             be
             in
             Subjection
             to
             a
             Sot.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           13.
           
           The
           Lyon
           and
           Lamb.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Lamb
             ,
             by
             chance
             ,
             had
             gone
             astray
             ,
          
           
             And
             wand'ring
             thrô
             a
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             A
             Lyon
             met
             in
             Masquerade
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Fauning
             by
             him
             stood
             .
          
        
         
           
             Good
             Lyon
             ,
             (
             quoth
             the
             Lamb
             )
             I
             crave
             ,
          
           
             My
             Liege
             will
             lend
             an
             Ear
             ,
          
           
             And
             save
             me
             from
             the
             rav'nous
             Wolves
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Jaws
             I
             daily
             fear
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ne'er
             heed
             ;
             I
             'll
             see
             you
             safe
             from
             them
             :
          
           
             The
             Lyon
             strait
             did
             Rore
             ;
          
           
             'Till
             to
             his
             Den
             he
             came
             ,
             when
             he
          
           
             The
             Lamb
             in
             pieces
             tore
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             HEre
             's
             a
             Mystery
             !
             Men
             will
             not
             forbear
             running
             into
             By-paths
             to
             hunt
             after
             Shadows
             ,
             when
             they
             may
             travel
             in
             a
             pleasant
             Road
             ,
             and
             have
             the
             Substance
             brought
             '
             em
             .
             Immoralists
             will
             seek
             the
             Pleasures
             of
             this
             Life
             ,
             thô
             it
             cost
             'em
             never
             so
             dear
             ;
             never
             so
             many
             Oathes
             ,
             Lies
             ,
             Cheats
             ,
             Lusts
             ,
             Murders
             ,
             Villanies
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             .
             Believe
             it
             then
             ,
             O
             thou
             guilty
             Man
             !
             That
             thou
             art
             alone
             ,
             thô
             thou
             hast
             Three
             Parts
             of
             the
             World
             to
             bear
             thee
             Company
             :
             For
             ,
             where
             are
             thy
             Companions
             ,
             when
             thy
             Reason
             is
             fled
             .
             You
             and
             they
             are
             all
             like
             Senseless
             Posts
             jostling
             one
             another
             into
             the
             Fire
             .
             Well
             then
             ,
             if
             thou
             lovest
             Wisdom
             ,
             thou
             wilt
             not
             come
             within
             the
             Decoys
             of
             this
             World
             ,
             where
             Sins
             are
             by-paths
             to
             lead
             us
             till
             the
             Devil
             finds
             us
             :
             Neither
             ask
             thy
             Neighbour
             ,
             which
             way
             thou
             must
             go
             ;
             for
             ,
             who
             knows
             but
             he
             hath
             worldly
             Business
             near
             the
             Lyon's
             Den
             ,
             and
             may
             desire
             thy
             Company
             :
             But
             pull
             thy
             Conscience
             by
             the
             Sleeve
             ,
             Consult
             That
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             escape
             the
             Snares
             of
             Satan
             .
          
           
             
               No
               Wonder
               Satan
               makes
               of
               Men
               a
               Prey
               ,
            
             
               When
               from
               a
               conscious
               Byass
               they
               do
               stray
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           14.
           
           The
           Apish
           Fox
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             IN
             Parayn
             breeds
             a
             certain
             Beast
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Head
             's
             much
             like
             an
             Ape
             ,
          
           
             The
             hinder
             part
             like
             to
             a
             Fox
          
           
             In
             Colour
             and
             in
             Shape
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             Creature
             takes
             a
             Wondrous
             care
             ,
          
           
             To
             suckle
             all
             her
             Young
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             they
             're
             full
             grown
             ,
             and
             able
             are
          
           
             From
             th'
             Enemy
             to
             run
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             if
             by
             chance
             the
             Hunters
             come
             ,
          
           
             For
             fear
             her
             Young
             should
             lag
             ,
          
           
             She
             puts
             them
             in
             a
             Skinny
             place
             ,
          
           
             Much
             like
             a
             Leather
             Bag.
          
           
             Yet
             she
             her
             Young
             will
             always
             smother
             ,
          
           
             Whene'er
             they
             chance
             to
             Suck
             another
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             
               LIke
               begets
               Like
            
             :
             It
             's
             true
             ,
             it
             does
             so
             in
             the
             Course
             of
             Nature
             :
             But
             ,
             the
             Child
             may
             lose
             great
             part
             of
             it's
             Origine
             Nature
             ,
             by
             the
             Reception
             of
             unnatural
             Nutriment
             .
             This
             may
             be
             done
             thus
             .
             Let
             an
             Infant
             suck
             a
             Moross
             ,
             Surly
             ,
             Woman
             ,
             and
             it
             will
             receive
             not
             only
             Nourishment
             ,
             but
             the
             ill
             Qualities
             of
             the
             Nurse
             .
             No
             wonder
             then
             ,
             the
             Child
             degenerates
             from
             its
             Parents
             ,
             when
             it
             participates
             of
             another's
             Nature
             !
             There
             can
             be
             no
             true
             Affection
             between
             the
             Mother
             and
             such
             a
             Child
             :
             For
             what
             difference
             will
             there
             be
             between
             the
             Legitimate
             and
             a
             Bastard
             ,
             when
             thou
             shalt
             take
             them
             both
             Young
             ,
             and
             bring
             them
             up
             ,
             saying
             ,
             
               I
               am
               thy
               Mother
            
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ?
             In
             fine
             ,
             every
             Mother
             ought
             to
             Suckle
             her
             own
             Child
             ,
             when
             she
             is
             not
             infirm
             .
             Besides
             ,
             Dost
             thou
             think
             the
             Brests
             were
             made
             for
             no
             other
             Use
             than
             to
             excite
             Lust
             ?
             Consider
             ,
             All
             Objects
             ought
             to
             be
             hid
             ,
             which
             have
             force
             enough
             in
             themselves
             to
             attract
             Vice.
             Let
             this
             suffice
             :
             If
             thou
             woud'st
             preserve
             tender
             Flowers
             till
             they
             are
             Ripe
             ,
             they
             must
             not
             be
             expos'd
             to
             every
             unwholsome
             Blast
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           15
           The
           Hawk
           and
           Birds
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Hawk
             flew
             Scaling
             thro'
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             With
             hopes
             to
             find
             some
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             But
             strait
             the
             Birds
             perceiv'd
             her
             near
             ,
          
           
             And
             up
             they
             flew
             away
             :
          
        
         
           
             One
             mounts
             her
             Back
             ,
             a
             Hole
             to
             pick
             ,
          
           
             The
             other
             Three
             together
             ,
          
           
             At
             Head
             ,
             Tail
             ,
             Wings
             ,
             do
             snatch
             at
             quick
             ,
          
           
             Plucking
             from
             thence
             a
             Feather
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             they
             the
             greedy
             Hawk
             assault
             ,
          
           
             Which
             makes
             him
             cry
             and
             rore
             ,
          
           
             Good
             Birds
             forgive
             me
             now
             this
             Fault
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             ne'er
             do
             so
             no
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             IF
             (
             my
             Child
             )
             thou
             wilt
             live
             to
             a
             good
             Old
             Age
             ,
             and
             leave
             behind
             thee
             a
             Name
             ,
             not
             inroll'd
             in
             the
             black
             Leaves
             of
             Oppression
             ,
             Extortion
             ,
             Fraud
             ,
             and
             Usury
             ,
             now
             is
             the
             time
             to
             fly
             Covetousness
             ,
             and
             check
             all
             unjust
             Desires
             after
             the
             Injoyments
             of
             another
             .
             Why
             wilt
             thou
             turn
             Hawk
             ?
             Hast
             thou
             not
             seen
             One
             hurry'd
             to
             the
             Ducking-place
             by
             a
             Multitude
             ?
             Nay
             ,
             hast
             thou
             not
             held
             an
             Arm
             ,
             or
             a
             Leg
             ,
             till
             thy
             Companions
             have
             Pump'd
             him
             ?
             This
             is
             only
             a
             Seasoning
             him
             for
             Bridewell
             and
             the
             Gallows
             .
             Let
             me
             advise
             thee
             then
             ,
             if
             thou
             wilt
             divert
             Disgrace
             from
             thy
             Family
             ,
             and
             avoid
             Shame
             and
             Misery
             thy self
             ,
             look
             not
             on
             thy
             Play-fellow's
             Toys
             with
             Affection
             .
             Meddle
             not
             with
             thy
             School-fellow's
             Top
             Book
             ,
             or
             Satchel
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             finer
             than
             thine
             ,
             or
             because
             thou
             hast
             not
             the
             same
             :
             Nay
             ,
             if
             something
             molests
             thy
             Teeth
             ,
             and
             thou
             seest
             a
             Pin
             drop
             off
             his
             Sleeve
             ,
             use
             it
             not
             without
             his
             Consent
             .
             Thus
             thou
             wilt
             inure
             thy self
             in
             the
             ways
             of
             Virtue
             ,
             and
             be
             happy
             in
             a
             Contented
             Mind
             .
          
           
             
               Palfer
               from
               none
               ,
               for
               Gain
               ill
               got
               ,
            
             
               Will
               ,
               with
               that
               Party's
               Mem'ry
               ,
               rot
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           16.
           
           The
           Gulon
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             BEhold
             this
             glutt'nous
             Gulon
             ,
          
           
             how
             She
             seizes
             on
             her
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             leaves
             with
             Teeth
             to
             tare
             ,
          
           
             Till
             all
             's
             consum'd
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             fills
             her
             Belly
             monstrous
             full
             ,
          
           
             Then
             ,
             to
             give
             Nature
             ease
             ,
          
           
             Betwixt
             two
             Trees
             she
             pulls
             herself
             ,
          
           
             The
             Meat
             from
             thence
             to
             squeeze
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             empty'd
             ,
             runs
             again
             to
             Stuff
          
           
             As
             much
             ,
             or
             rather
             more
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             thinks
             she
             has
             enough
             ,
          
           
             But
             still
             for
             Food
             does
             roar
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WOu'dst
             thou
             be
             a
             Man
             of
             Understanding
             ,
             endow'd
             with
             a
             Thinking
             Soul
             ,
             indeavour
             to
             keep
             thy
             Spirits
             free
             from
             the
             Rapine
             of
             an
             unnatural
             Apetite
             :
             For
             ,
             as
             too
             much
             Oyl
             retards
             the
             motion
             of
             the
             Watch
             wheels
             ,
             so
             Gluttony
             depresses
             the
             Spirits
             ,
             and
             keeps
             'em
             from
             Soaring
             above
             the
             reach
             of
             Nature
             .
             What
             Idea
             canst
             thou
             form
             of
             a
             
               Summum
               Bonum
            
             here
             ;
             (
             which
             is
             nothing
             but
             the
             searching
             out
             the
             Bounds
             of
             Nature
             ,
             with
             the
             injoyment
             of
             a
             Mind
             Serenely
             bent
             to
             Benefit
             the
             Publick
             )
             when
             thou
             art
             fit
             for
             nothing
             but
             to
             lye
             down
             and
             wallow
             with
             Swine
             ?
             When
             I
             was
             in
             America
             ,
             I
             saw
             an
             Indian
             with
             a
             Belly
             stuff'd
             like
             a
             Wool-pack
             ,
             begirt
             about
             with
             a
             Belt
             ;
             I
             ask'd
             him
             ,
             
               Why
               he
               did
               so
            
             ?
             He
             reply'd
             ,
             
               When
               we
               find
               a
               Prey
               ,
               we
               devour
               it
               all
               ,
               be
               it
               never
               so
               much
               ;
               and
               till
               we
               catch
               another
               ,
               we
               take
               in
               our
               Belts
               a
               Hole
               every
               time
               we
               go
               to
               Stool
               ,
               and
               so
               remain
               satisfy'd
               .
            
             This
             may
             allow
             of
             some
             Excuse
             in
             them
             ,
             but
             for
             those
             who
             have
             the
             Use
             at
             Discretion
             ,
             it
             's
             most
             Unnatural
             ,
             especially
             where
             there
             are
             Objects
             enough
             ready
             to
             Starve
             for
             want
             of
             That
             which
             is
             wasted
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           17.
           
           Young
           Storks
           and
           their
           Dams
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             AN
             antient
             Stork
             ,
             who
             well
             had
             liv'd
             ,
          
           
             Began
             for
             to
             Decay
             ,
          
           
             And
             fearing
             none
             wou'd
             lend
             Relief
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             to
             her self
             doth
             say
             :
          
        
         
           
             Ah
             ,
             woe
             is
             me
             !
             I
             cannot
             fly
          
           
             To
             seek
             my
             daily
             Food
             ;
          
           
             For
             Age
             has
             clip'd
             my
             Wings
             ,
             whereby
          
           
             They
             do
             me
             little
             good
             .
          
        
         
           
             Whereat
             some
             young
             Ones
             to
             her
             came
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             Affection
             great
             ,
          
           
             Took
             care
             to
             Labour
             that
             she
             might
          
           
             Have
             daily
             Food
             to
             eat
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             HAst
             thou
             got
             Wealth
             (
             ó
             Man
             !
             )
             in
             an
             Honest
             way
             ,
             and
             thy
             Parents
             brought
             thee
             up
             to
             Years
             of
             Discretion
             ,
             to
             dispose
             thereof
             ?
             Consider
             :
             Is
             my
             Father
             or
             Mother
             Poor
             ,
             in
             Debt
             ,
             or
             Necessitated
             ?
             Have
             they
             bestow'd
             that
             upon
             me
             ,
             when
             I
             was
             uncapable
             of
             helping
             my self
             ,
             which
             now
             wou'd
             Nourish
             them
             in
             their
             Aged
             Extremity
             ?
             Have
             I
             not
             Substance
             to
             repay
             ,
             which
             I
             wasted
             under
             their
             Tuition
             ?
             Do
             I
             not
             owe
             my
             Being
             to
             them
             ?
             And
             am
             I
             not
             likewise
             their
             Debtor
             for
             all
             the
             Expence
             ,
             Care
             ,
             Sorrow
             ,
             Love
             and
             Affection
             they
             were
             at
             ,
             to
             bring
             me
             to
             what
             I
             am
             ?
             This
             will
             teach
             thee
             to
             make
             thy
             Purse
             thy
             Parents
             and
             to
             open
             it
             to
             all
             thy
             distressed
             Friends
             ,
             that
             Heaven
             may
             inlarge
             what
             thou
             hast
             ,
             with
             a
             Life
             Long
             and
             Happy
             .
             But
             do
             not
             as
             some
             ,
             who
             perhaps
             will
             every
             Holy-tide
             ,
             afford
             'em
             a
             Meal
             ,
             but
             with
             this
             Proviso
             ,
             that
             they
             shall
             either
             Eat
             with
             their
             Servants
             ,
             or
             be
             Seated
             at
             the
             lower-end
             of
             the
             Table
             :
             Some
             such
             Devils
             I
             have
             seen
             my self
             !
          
           
             
               Support
               thy
               aged
               Parents
               ,
               and
               besure
            
             
               Th'
               Almightys
               blessing
               will
               attend
               thy
               store
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           18.
           
           The
           Ambitious
           Vulture
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Rav'nous
             Vulture
             long
             had
             stood
          
           
             The
             Phoenix
             Nest
             to
             view
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             that
             purpose
             ,
             in
             a
             Wood
          
           
             She
             went
             ,
             and
             lay
             perdue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Which
             having
             seen
             ,
             Ambition
             so
          
           
             Did
             stimulate
             her
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             She
             carries
             Spices
             too
             and
             fro
          
           
             To
             act
             the
             Phoenix's
             part
             ;
          
        
         
           
             And
             with
             the
             same
             a
             Nest
             doth
             build
             ,
          
           
             Immortal's
             her
             desire
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             a
             Golden
             Crown
             ,
             but
             then
          
           
             The
             Sun
             set
             all
             on
             fire
             .
             
               (
               combust
            
             ,
          
           
             
               With
               that
               she
               Sinks
               ,
               her
               Nest
               ,
               and
               all
            
          
           
             
               Vain-glorious
               Hopes
               ,
               and
               Projects
               turn
               to
               dust
               !
               )
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THus
             the
             Lofty
             Soul
             ,
             whose
             Ambition
             is
             Elivated
             above
             the
             Decree
             of
             Fate
             ,
             wou'd
             impose
             upon
             his
             Fellow-Creature
             ,
             a
             Belief
             that
             he
             is
             something
             more
             than
             mere
             Man
             ,
             when
             all
             his
             Glory
             ,
             is
             gotten
             by
             the
             Ruin
             of
             others
             ,
             and
             his
             Fame
             supported
             by
             the
             Eccho
             of
             a
             dangerous
             Parasite
             .
             From
             this
             I
             infer
             ,
             Two
             Indisputables
             ,
             Truth
             ,
             and
             Error
             :
             There
             are
             Moral
             Vultures
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             Religious
             Devils
             ;
             and
             they
             both
             profess
             Infallibility
             :
             The
             Moral
             Impostor
             never
             discovers
             his
             Morality
             to
             any
             but
             Strangers
             ,
             who
             are
             not
             acquainted
             with
             his
             Neighbourhood
             .
             The
             other
             wou'd
             be
             Gold
             ,
             before
             it
             's
             Refin'd
             in
             the
             Furnace
             ,
             A
             GOD
             before
             the
             Elements
             of
             Nature
             are
             Qualify'd
             and
             Sublimated
             by
             the
             Power
             of
             Omnipotency
             !
             This
             Vulture
             wou'd
             have
             all
             the
             Nectar
             and
             Ambrosia
             out
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             to
             be
             devour'd
             by
             Swine
             on
             Earth
             :
             And
             wou'd
             keep
             the
             Keys
             by
             his
             Side
             ,
             to
             make
             a
             Prison
             of
             Paradice
             .
             Here
             's
             Infallibility
             with
             a
             Witness
             !
             If
             thou
             wou'dst
             be
             a
             Wooden
             God
             ,
             after
             thy
             Decease
             ,
             away
             with
             thy
             Coffers
             beyond
             the
             Alps.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           19.
           
           The
           Lyon
           and
           Dragon
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             ALyon
             ranging
             o'er
             a
             Plain
             ,
          
           
             To
             find
             (
             no
             doubt
             )
             his
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             Met
             vvith
             a
             Dragon
             ,
             when
             began
          
           
             A
             fierce
             and
             bloody
             Fray
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lyon
             knew
             his
             Power
             great
             ,
          
           
             Commenc'd
             unto
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             him
             rore
             and
             stamp
             his
             Feet
             ,
          
           
             To
             feel
             the
             Dragon's
             Sting
             :
          
        
         
           
             At
             length
             he
             bravely
             Won
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             the
             Dragon
             Yield
             ,
          
           
             Who
             falling
             on
             his
             Back
             doth
             say
             ,
          
           
             O
             let
             me
             quit
             the
             Field
             !
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WILT
             thou
             become
             Victor
             over
             thine
             Adversaries
             ,
             and
             be
             able
             to
             grapple
             with
             Monsters
             ?
             This
             is
             not
             attain'd
             to
             presently
             .
             First
             try
             thy
             Skill
             vvith
             Dwarfs
             and
             Pigmies
             ,
             then
             profess
             thy self
             Master
             of
             the
             Science
             .
             I
             mean
             (
             my
             Friend
             )
             thus
             :
             In
             the
             Juvenal
             of
             thy
             Years
             begin
             to
             encounter
             vvith
             petty
             Vices
             ;
             such
             as
             Lying
             ,
             Jesting
             ,
             Coveting
             ,
             Reviling
             ,
             and
             prophane
             Babling
             ,
             all
             vvhich
             ,
             as
             the
             Domesticks
             of
             thy
             grand
             Adversary
             ,
             are
             to
             Worry
             thee
             vvith
             Despair
             ,
             that
             He
             may
             vvith
             the
             more
             ease
             overcome
             thee
             at
             last
             .
             Begin
             to
             make
             this
             thy
             Study
             ,
             and
             let
             Conscience
             be
             thy
             Master
             ,
             vvho
             never
             vvill
             Fight
             but
             vvhen
             thou
             art
             in
             Danger
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             not
             only
             free
             thy self
             from
             Wounds
             ,
             but
             evade
             the
             Assaults
             of
             a
             Satanick
             Host.
             Is
             it
             not
             easy
             to
             say
             thus
             ;
             If
             I
             do
             not
             leave
             off
             drinking
             novv
             ,
             I
             shall
             fall
             asleep
             ,
             and
             my
             Enemy
             vvill
             come
             and
             Surprize
             me
             ,
             &c.
             
             Do
             these
             things
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             be
             a
             Man
             of
             War
             more
             Politick
             than
             the
             Devil
             himself
             .
          
           
             
               Nip
               Vice
               in
               th'
               Bud
               at
               first
               ,
               however
               ,
            
             
               If
               cropt
               at
               last
               ,
               it
               s
               better
               late
               than
               Never
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           20.
           
           The
           Parliament
           of
           Bees
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             THe
             Bees
             ,
             in
             Parliament
             ,
             agree
          
           
             To
             chuse
             themselves
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             such
             Laws
             ,
             as
             Liberty
          
           
             And
             Property
             may
             bring
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             length
             they
             to
             a
             Royal
             be
             ,
          
           
             Do
             make
             a
             grievous
             Moan
             ,
          
           
             Imploring
             him
             their
             King
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             sit
             upon
             the
             Throne
             .
          
        
         
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             some
             idle
             Drones
             contrive
          
           
             Their
             lawful
             King
             to
             Slay
             ,
          
           
             Because
             he
             had
             preserv'd
             their
             Hives
          
           
             From
             all
             the
             Beasts
             of
             Prey
             ;
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             very
             int'rim
             they
             were
             took
             ,
          
           
             And
             justly
             hang'd
             on
             a
             Triangle
             Hook.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             MOnarchy
             !
             Thou
             Witchcraft
             of
             Felicity
             ,
             and
             Enemy
             to
             a
             State
             free
             from
             the
             pale
             Cabals
             of
             Blood
             and
             Slaughter
             ;
             in
             thy
             Bowels
             are
             Vipers
             ,
             and
             on
             thy
             Brest
             Vultures
             !
             Kings
             that
             should
             be
             most
             free
             from
             Danger
             ,
             move
             as
             if
             every
             step
             they
             took
             were
             in
             the
             Dark
             ;
             and
             are
             (
             if
             not
             Hated
             )
             Envied
             by
             all
             .
             The
             Courts
             of
             Princes
             ,
             are
             full
             of
             Minions
             ,
             Parasites
             ,
             and
             Favourites
             ,
             Conspirators
             in
             the
             Palace
             ,
             and
             Regicides
             in
             the
             Bed-Chamber
             ;
             with
             innumerable
             Emmissaries
             without
             .
             And
             though
             Mortals
             have
             universally
             Consented
             to
             the
             Punishment
             of
             Treason
             ,
             yet
             they
             will
             indulge
             themselves
             therein
             ,
             though
             they
             see
             Quarters
             expos'd
             to
             view
             on
             the
             City-Gates
             .
             For
             my
             part
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             love
             to
             imbrew
             my
             Hands
             in
             the
             Blood
             of
             any
             Creature
             ,
             especially
             in
             the
             Blood
             of
             that
             Monarch
             ,
             who
             hath
             restor'd
             me
             Liberty
             and
             Property
             ,
             unto
             whom
             I
             owe
             Subjection
             .
             Nor
             is
             it
             consistent
             with
             Nature
             ,
             that
             the
             Feet
             should
             kick
             against
             the
             Head
             ,
             because
             it
             's
             Elivated
             above
             all
             the
             other
             Parts
             of
             the
             Body
             ,
             and
             Governs
             the
             same
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           21.
           
           The
           Vine
           and
           Bramble
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             AS
             flourishing
             a
             Grape
             Vine
             grevv
             ,
          
           
             A
             Farmer
             's
             House
             about
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Brambles
             in
             a
             Hedge
             hard
             by
             ,
          
           
             Had
             nevvly
             taken
             Root
             :
          
        
         
           
             Who
             quarrels
             vvith
             the
             Vine
             ,
             and
             cryes
             ,
          
           
             Where
             are
             thy
             Weapons
             novv
             ,
          
           
             That
             able
             are
             to
             save
             thy
             Fruit
          
           
             Which
             grovvs
             on
             every
             Bough
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Vine
             replies
             ;
             I
             'm
             vvell
             content
          
           
             My
             Fruit
             should
             gather'd
             be
             ,
          
           
             Rather
             than
             Hevven
             dovvn
             and
             burnt
             ,
          
           
             As
             is
             the
             Bramble-Tree
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             ARt
             thou
             One
             not
             given
             to
             Contention
             ;
             and
             wou'dst
             live
             Peaceably
             with
             ●hy
             Neighbour
             ?
             Value
             not
             the
             Reproa●hes
             of
             the
             Simple
             :
             What
             if
             thou
             hast
             ●ot
             Money
             enough
             to
             Corrupt
             a
             Judge
             ,
             ●r
             Parasites
             to
             pervert
             Justice
             ,
             yet
             thou
             ●ast
             a
             Friend
             within
             ,
             who
             will
             send
             thee
             ●way
             Justified
             !
             What
             if
             Heaven
             blesseth
             thee
             with
             Wealth
             ,
             a
             fruitful
             Wife
             ,
             and
             Vertuous
             Children
             ,
             for
             a
             time
             ,
             and
             afterwards
             sends
             one
             Messenger
             for
             thy
             Son
             ,
             another
             for
             thy
             Wealth
             ,
             a
             Third
             ●or
             thy
             Wife
             ,
             and
             ,
             a
             Fourth
             for
             the
             very
             Bed
             from
             under
             thee
             ;
             it
             is
             only
             to
             see
             what
             Sap
             is
             in
             thy
             Heart
             ,
             and
             to
             make
             ●hy
             ▪
             Vertues
             grow
             and
             Flourish
             the
             more
             .
             And
             ,
             is
             it
             not
             better
             for
             thee
             to
             be
             prun'd
             with
             the
             Hook
             of
             Affliction
             ,
             than
             to
             be
             cut
             down
             by
             the
             Ax
             of
             Destruction
             ,
             and
             ●aid
             up
             for
             Fuel
             with
             the
             Thorns
             of
             this
             World
             ?
             Consider
             ,
             thou
             canst
             not
             have
             〈◊〉
             better
             Master
             than
             Providence
             ,
             and
             thô
             ●mmoralists
             brand
             thee
             with
             Simplicity
             ,
             ●et
             this
             suffice
             to
             Content
             thee
             ,
             That
             thou
             art
             not
             Listed
             under
             their
             Banner
             .
             
               If
               thou
               hast
               peace
               within
               tho'
               poor
               in
               purse
               ,
               Ne'r
               mind
               Reproach
               :
               That
               shall
               be
               all
               thy
               Curse
               !
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           22.
           
           The
           Parrot
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             HOw
             apt
             Young
             Parrots
             are
             to
             learn
          
           
             What
             's
             by
             their
             Owners
             taught
             ,
          
           
             They
             'll
             sing
             or
             Whistle
             forth
             a
             〈◊〉
          
           
             And
             plainly
             speak
             by
             Wrote
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             lives
             poor
             pritty
             ,
             pritty
             Poll
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Cage
             is
             hung
          
           
             On
             high
             ,
             there
             to
             be
             seen
             by
             all
          
           
             Who
             love
             his
             prateling
             Tongue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Advanc'd
             he
             is
             within
             a
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             To
             live
             a
             Life
             of
             ease
             ,
          
           
             Till
             from
             the
             Hook
             the
             Cage
             falls
             down
          
           
             And
             Death
             does
             on
             him
             seize
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             DOst
             thou
             take
             delight
             in
             the
             prateling
             Discourse
             of
             thy
             Child
             ,
             and
             art
             ●esirous
             to
             see
             it
             terminate
             in
             Sagacity
             ,
             ●egin
             to
             be
             a
             good
             Dictator
             betimes
             ,
             so
             ●●alt
             thou
             be
             held
             in
             Veneration
             ,
             and
             ●e
             styl'd
             in
             Old
             Age
             ,
             the
             Parent
             of
             good
             Manners
             .
             Let
             not
             thy
             Child's
             first
             Les●●n
             be
             a
             Song
             ,
             an
             Ayre
             ,
             or
             Jocose
             Re●artee
             ;
             but
             rather
             an
             Instance
             of
             Moral
             Duty
             ,
             or
             an
             Imitation
             of
             some
             Vertue
             ●is
             Understanding
             is
             able
             to
             conceive
             ;
             ●hen
             instil
             into
             him
             Death
             and
             an
             After-State
             ,
             with
             the
             Knowledge
             of
             a
             Deity
             ,
             who
             is
             the
             
               Chiefest
               Good
            
             ,
             and
             Creator
             of
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             :
             This
             will
             put
             him
             upon
             
               Knowing
               Himself
            
             ,
             and
             inable
             him
             to
             Form
             a
             true
             Idea
             of
             the
             Contempt
             of
             this
             World
             :
             It
             will
             bu●●
             him
             up
             under
             all
             the
             Oppressions
             of
             Fate
             ,
             and
             lead
             him
             at
             last
             to
             rest
             on
             a
             higher
             Power
             than
             Nature
             .
             In
             fine
             ,
             he
             will
             be
             a
             Wise
             Man
             ,
             of
             Use
             to
             the
             Publick
             ,
             when
             he
             that
             has
             been
             Educated
             in
             all
             Tongues
             ,
             without
             Improvement
             ,
             shall
             be
             a
             Rattle
             for
             Wise
             Men
             to
             Laugh
             at
             .
          
           
             
               Teach
               not
               thy
               Children
               what
               is
               naught
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               'll
               Learn
               That
               ,
               without
               b'ing
               Taught
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           23.
           
           The
           Mairmaid
           and
           Fish.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Mairmaid
             combs
             her
             Amber
             Lock
          
           
             As
             sporting
             on
             the
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             The
             which
             a
             neighb'ring
             Fish
             invites
             ,
          
           
             This
             wond'rous
             Sight
             to
             see
             :
          
        
         
           
             Who
             Swimming
             underneath
             did
             think
          
           
             Securely
             there
             to
             hide
             ;
          
           
             For
             fear
             that
             any
             danger
             might
          
           
             The
             Enterprise
             betide
             .
          
        
         
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             Mairmaid
             '
             spies
             her
             out
          
           
             Using
             a
             Syren's
             Art
             ;
          
           
             Inchanting
             first
             her
             Mind
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             Acts
             a
             more
             Tragick
             part
             ,
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THe
             way
             to
             avoid
             Falling
             ,
             is
             not
             to
             Climb
             up
             a
             Precipice
             .
             Come
             not
             ●ithin
             the
             Stench
             ,
             if
             thou
             woud'st
             avoid
             ●●fection
             :
             Nor
             let
             the
             Guilded
             Bait
             lure
             thee
             to
             Swallow
             the
             Hook.
             Why
             ●ilt
             thou
             suffer
             thine
             Opticks
             to
             behold
             ●hat
             which
             thou
             knowest
             before-hand
             ●ill
             prove
             Prejudicial
             to
             thee
             ?
             But
             ●●re's
             thy
             Misery
             :
             First
             thou
             wilt
             sit
             ●●d
             look
             on
             ,
             and
             then
             turn
             Practitioner
             .
             ●●rst
             ,
             thou
             wilt
             stand
             afar
             off
             and
             View
             ,
             ●●d
             then
             draw
             near
             and
             Touch.
             If
             thou
             ●oud'st
             be
             out
             of
             Danger
             ,
             fly
             Gameing
             ,
             ●ioting
             ,
             the
             Play
             house
             and
             the
             like
             :
             For
             ●●e
             Stage
             Now
             ,
             serves
             only
             to
             deiude
             un●ary
             Souls
             into
             the
             Snares
             of
             Vice
             ;
             and
             become
             almost
             the
             greatest
             Piece
             of
             ●mmorality
             in
             the
             World
             :
             Run
             not
             ●ither
             then
             to
             have
             thy
             Mind
             Inchanted
             ●ith
             Ravishing
             Imagination
             ,
             and
             thy
             Bo●y
             Corrupted
             with
             the
             Consequence
             of
             ●ust
             .
             Besides
             ,
             who
             knows
             ,
             whilst
             thou
             ●●t
             Vindicating
             thy
             Friend
             ,
             but
             thou
             ●ay'st
             receive
             a
             Wound
             thrô
             thy
             Body
             〈◊〉
             a
             Hector
             ?
             Thou
             oughtest
             not
             to
             de●●ght
             in
             seeing
             thy
             Fellow
             Creature
             mi●ick'd
             into
             the
             Shape
             of
             a
             Beast
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           24.
           
           Friendship
           of
           Mice
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             IN
             an
             Old
             House
             ,
             run
             to
             Decay
             ,
          
           
             That
             ready
             was
             to
             sink
             ,
          
           
             There
             stood
             a
             Tub
             of
             Water
             ,
             where
          
           
             The
             Mice
             did
             use
             to
             drink
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             length
             it
             happen'd
             ,
             as
             in
             haste
             ,
          
           
             To
             Drink
             they
             going
             were
             :
          
           
             The
             foremost
             miss'd
             his
             Footing
             ,
             and
          
           
             Fell
             down
             ,
             for
             want
             of
             care
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             which
             the
             Mice
             did
             all
             agree
          
           
             To
             help
             him
             out
             with
             speed
             ,
          
           
             Each
             hung
             by
             th'
             other's
             Tail
             ,
             when
             he
          
           
             Caught
             hold
             thereof
             ,
             was
             freed
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WHat
             's
             the
             Old
             Proverb
             ?
             
               Claw
               me
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               Claw
               you
               :
               One
               good
               Turn
               deserves
               another
               .
            
             But
             ,
             if
             thou
             'lt
             be
             neither
             Scribe
             ,
             nor
             Pharisee
             ,
             remember
             this
             :
             
               If
               thine
               Enemy
               Hunger
               ,
               Feed
               him
               ;
               if
               he
               Thirst
               ,
               give
               him
               Drink
               :
            
             Down
             comes
             Heaven's
             Fire
             upon
             his
             Head
             ,
             if
             afterwards
             he
             proves
             Ingrate
             .
             But
             ,
             when
             thou
             dost
             Good
             ,
             to
             those
             who
             Deserve
             it
             not
             ;
             and
             ,
             at
             the
             same
             time
             ,
             Wishest
             Ill
             to
             the
             Party
             ;
             a
             Fig
             for
             thy
             Compassion
             !
             Is
             there
             not
             That
             within
             thee
             ,
             which
             thou
             callest
             Conscience
             ?
             Beware
             of
             its
             being
             an
             unwelcome
             Evidence
             ,
             another
             Day
             .
          
           
             In
             fine
             ,
             If
             thou
             seest
             an
             Object
             Naked
             ,
             Consider
             thus
             with
             thy self
             :
             Have
             I
             not
             an
             old
             Garment
             at
             home
             ,
             useless
             to
             me
             ?
             Or
             when
             one
             meets
             thee
             ,
             going
             to
             Spend
             Two-pence
             with
             thy
             Friend
             ,
             and
             asketh
             thine
             Alms
             ,
             Lend
             one
             Half
             ,
             and
             Spend
             the
             other
             ,
             &c.
             
             This
             is
             pulling
             a
             Man
             out
             of
             the
             Water
             .
             But
             ,
             be
             not
             thou
             as
             some
             Men
             ,
             with
             some
             Souls
             ,
             who
             love
             to
             pass
             by
             Affliction
             Blind
             fold
             .
          
           
             
               Be
               Friends
               with
               all
               ,
               and
               ready
               stand
               ,
            
             
               To
               lend
               in
               Need
               ,
               thy
               helping
               Hand
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           25.
           
           The
           Salamander
           and
           Man.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             IN
             Flames
             the
             Salamander
             lives
             ,
          
           
             Burning
             in
             Sulph'rous
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Heat
             the
             Beast
             fresh
             Vigour
             gives
             ,
          
           
             Making
             the
             Man
             admire
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Who
             thus
             Disputes
             :
             Pray
             ,
             whence
             came
             you
             ?
          
           
             Thou
             art
             Immortal
             ,
             sure
             ;
          
           
             Or
             else
             ,
             those
             fiery
             ,
             red-hot
             Coals
             ,
          
           
             You
             never
             cou'd
             endure
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'm
             not
             Immortal
             ,
             (
             quick
             saith
             he
             )
          
           
             Tho'
             Fire
             I
             can
             feel
             ;
          
           
             But
             Naturally
             it
             suits
             with
             me
             ,
          
           
             According
             to
             my
             Zeal
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             IT
             's
             no
             difficult
             matter
             to
             Guess
             ,
             who
             is
             meant
             by
             the
             Salamander
             ,
             because
             ●●ere
             is
             no
             Creature
             under
             the
             Sun
             ,
             more
             like
             it
             ,
             than
             an
             Atheist
             :
             For
             ,
             stifling
             all
             Convictions
             ,
             his
             Conscience
             is
             Sear'd
             as
             with
             an
             Hot
             Iron
             ;
             making
             his
             own
             shallow
             Reason
             his
             God
             ;
             which
             being
             False
             ,
             is
             utterly
             Uncapable
             to
             direct
             him
             to
             search
             and
             find
             out
             the
             most
             True
             and
             Holy
             GOD
             ,
             and
             Creator
             of
             Wisdom
             it Self
             ;
             and
             so
             he
             Lives
             diving
             in
             the
             Fire
             of
             his
             own
             boundless
             ,
             and
             foolish
             Imaginations
             .
             His
             hellish
             Zeal
             Obliging
             him
             to
             venture
             his
             All
             ,
             on
             the
             Notion
             of
             
               Dying
               like
               a
               Beast
            
             ;
             and
             yet
             not
             Suffer'd
             to
             Live
             a
             Life
             like
             it
             .
             Thus
             he
             spends
             his
             Youth
             like
             a
             witty
             Fool
             ;
             his
             Man-hood
             worse
             than
             an
             unreasonable
             Beast
             ;
             and
             his
             Age
             (
             if
             Justice
             cut
             him
             not
             off
             )
             like
             a
             Devil
             incarnate
             .
          
           
             Avoid
             then
             ,
             the
             Society
             of
             such
             Mortal
             immortal
             Devils
             ,
             lest
             you
             are
             Infected
             by
             their
             Bituminous
             Poyson
             ,
             and
             Atheistical
             Conversation
             .
          
           
             
               Ah
               ,
               pity
               me
               !
               I
               do
               Believe
               ,
               dread
               GOD
               ;
            
             
               Those
               who
               do
               not
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               Scourge
               them
               with
               thy
               Rod.
               )
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           26.
           
           The
           Unnatural
           Eagle
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Wealthy
             Eagle
             ,
             chosen
             King
             ,
          
           
             Had
             by
             his
             Queen
             ,
             a
             Son
             ;
          
           
             Who
             ,
             by
             his
             Father's
             Will
             ,
             was
             made
          
           
             Successor
             to
             the
             Crown
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             mind
             ,
             This
             wicked
             Paricide
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             not
             Content
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             With
             spreading
             Wings
             at
             's
             Father
             Flew
             ,
          
           
             And
             took
             his
             Life
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             so
             usurp'd
             the
             Vacant
             Throne
             ;
          
           
             When
             all
             the
             Birds
             agreed
             ,
          
           
             To
             Cut
             him
             off
             :
             And
             so
             he
             dy'd
          
           
             A
             Parri
             Regicide
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             I
             Cou'd
             Wish
             none
             in
             the
             World
             were
             like
             this
             young
             Eagle
             .
             But
             ,
             scarce
             a
             Year
             revolves
             ,
             without
             some
             Unnatural
             Instance
             ,
             or
             other
             .
             All
             that
             the
             Wise
             Man
             saith
             ,
             is
             True
             ;
             and
             this
             we
             know
             to
             be
             so
             :
             
               Covetousness
               ,
               is
               the
               Root
               of
               all
               Evil.
            
             From
             whence
             springs
             Ambition
             ,
             Restlesness
             ,
             Discontent
             ,
             and
             a
             World
             of
             Miseries
             .
             Murder
             is
             Subordinate
             to
             Ambition
             ,
             and
             Discontent
             :
             And
             ,
             with
             that
             ,
             Peasants
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             Princes
             ,
             are
             made
             Impure
             .
             I
             my self
             have
             known
             ,
             one
             Relation
             Murder
             another
             ,
             for
             less
             than
             Half
             a
             Crown
             .
             It
             is
             indeed
             most
             Benefit
             to
             thee
             ,
             to
             arrive
             at
             the
             highest
             Zenith
             of
             Glory
             ,
             by
             Gradations
             ,
             that
             thou
             may'st
             know
             Others
             Dispositions
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             thine
             Own
             :
             But
             neither
             Ambition
             ,
             nor
             Discontent
             ,
             will
             suffer
             this
             ;
             but
             force
             thee
             to
             Jump
             in
             the
             dark
             Abyss
             of
             Disorder
             .
             If
             thou
             wilt
             wait
             Nature's
             due
             Time
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             be
             Happy
             ,
             and
             have
             what
             Providence
             design'd
             for
             thee
             :
             If
             not
             ,
             then
             thou'
             rt
             Unworthy
             to
             enjoy
             the
             Elements
             of
             Life
             .
             
               Content's
               a
               Iem
               :
               Let
               what
               you
               have
               suffice
               Let
               Nature
               have
               its
               Course
               ,
               Man
               quickly
               dyes
               .
               )
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           27.
           
           The
           Boys
           and
           Bear.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             TWo
             Boys
             ,
             as
             rambling
             thrô
             a
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             By
             chance
             a
             Bear
             espy'd
             ;
          
           
             At
             which
             ,
             one
             took
             to
             's
             Heels
             ,
             and
             loud
          
           
             Unto
             the
             other
             Cry'd
             :
          
        
         
           
             Who
             strait
             fell
             down
             on
             's
             Back
             ,
             and
             lay
          
           
             Perdue
             ,
             until
             the
             Bear
          
           
             Came
             up
             ;
             when
             thus
             the
             Boy
             began
          
           
             To
             Whisper
             in
             his
             Ear
             :
          
        
         
           
             
               You
               hollow
               Tree
               ,
               with
               Honey
               ,
               full
            
          
           
             
               Unto
               the
               top
               is
               heap'd
            
             .
          
           
             Away
             the
             Bear
             runs
             ,
             and
             the
             Boy
          
           
             Immediately
             escap'd
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             POlicy
             goes
             beyond
             Strength
             .
             But
             that
             Man
             who
             lyes
             still
             in
             a
             Ditch
             crying
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             Help
             me
             !
             and
             never
             offer
             so
             much
             as
             one
             Struggle
             towards
             it
             ,
             merits
             no
             more
             Pity
             ,
             than
             he
             does
             Incouragement
             ,
             who
             lyes
             Gaping
             under
             a
             Plumb-Tree
             ,
             expecting
             the
             Plumbs
             to
             drop
             into
             his
             Mouth
             ,
             without
             lifting
             up
             his
             Hand
             to
             Gather
             'em
             ,
             though
             within
             Reach
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             wish
             not
             ,
             or
             pray
             for
             such
             a
             thing
             ,
             or
             such
             a
             Deliverance
             ;
             but
             use
             also
             the
             Means
             to
             attain
             it
             :
             And
             if
             thou
             seest
             thine
             Enemy
             prove
             too
             Strong
             for
             thee
             ,
             then
             Resist
             not
             ,
             but
             turn
             to
             thy
             Money-Politicks
             ;
             for
             ,
             't
             will
             certainly
             prove
             the
             securest
             Safety
             ,
             in
             such
             an
             exigent
             Extremity
             .
          
           
             Observe
             this
             as
             a
             certain
             Maxim
             :
             One
             Yard
             of
             subtle
             Policy
             ,
             join'd
             to
             an
             Inch
             of
             experienc'd
             Strength
             ,
             if
             well
             us'd
             ,
             may
             Measure
             the
             whole
             Universe
             .
          
           
             
               When
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               in
               any
               Danger
               e'er
               I
               fall
               ,
               By
               Satan's
               skill
               ,
               O
               then
               attend
               my
               Call
               !
               I
               'll
               use
               the
               Means
               ,
               but
               wait
               on
               thee
               for
               all
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           28.
           
           The
           Hen
           and
           Chickens
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Careless
             Hen
             ,
             that
             Chickens
             had
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             her
             Coop
             doth
             stray
             ;
          
           
             A
             Hawk
             espying
             ,
             darted
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             carry'd
             one
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             One
             Chicken
             ,
             bigger
             than
             the
             Rest
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             her
             Back
             doth
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             over
             all
             the
             other
             Chicks
          
           
             Makes
             an
             attempt
             to
             Fly
             :
          
        
         
           
             Again
             the
             nimble
             Hawk
             darts
             down
             ,
          
           
             The
             silly
             Chick
             t'
             insnare
             ,
          
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             away
             with
             motion
             quick
             ,
          
           
             She
             cutts
             the
             ●●itting
             Air.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             BY
             this
             Fable
             ,
             we
             may
             learn
             Two
             Duties
             .
             First
             ,
             The
             Duty
             of
             Parents
             ,
             to
             their
             Children
             :
             Which
             is
             ,
             To
             restrain
             the
             Haughtiness
             of
             their
             Dispositions
             ,
             that
             they
             mayn't
             Ride
             Paramount
             on
             their
             Backs
             .
             And
             to
             signalize
             no
             more
             Favour
             for
             one
             ,
             than
             the
             other
             .
             If
             thou
             dost
             ,
             one
             shall
             be
             Oftentatiously
             Impudent
             ,
             and
             the
             other
             Carelesly
             Remiss
             in
             Duty
             .
             Secondly
             ,
             Childrens
             Duty
             to
             their
             Parents
             :
             Which
             is
             ,
             To
             keep
             (
             if
             not
             otherways
             Order'd
             )
             within
             Call
             ,
             or
             Sight
             of
             their
             Parents
             ;
             and
             not
             run
             Loitering
             up
             and
             down
             the
             Streets
             :
             But
             if
             thou
             wilt
             wander
             ,
             (
             my
             Child
             )
             then
             away
             to
             the
             Church-Yard
             ,
             where
             thou
             shalt
             find
             Graves
             of
             all
             Sizes
             :
             Seat
             thy self
             on
             One
             about
             thy
             Length
             ;
             and
             Consider
             thus
             :
             Is
             there
             not
             little
             Sinders
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             great
             Coals
             in
             Hell
             ?
             If
             thou
             lovest
             Good
             ,
             this
             will
             put
             thy
             Conscience
             to
             the
             Test
             ;
             and
             thou
             l't
             be
             as
             a
             Brand
             snatch'd
             out
             of
             the
             Fire
             .
             If
             not
             ,
             expect
             no
             other
             ,
             than
             to
             leave
             thy
             Father
             and
             Mother
             ,
             and
             all
             thy
             fine
             Cloathes
             ,
             and
             Toys
             ,
             to
             go
             and
             live
             with
             a
             Stranger
             in
             eternal
             Burnings
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           29.
           
           The
           Dog
           and
           Bag
           of
           Money
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Friendly
             Couple
             ,
             with
             their
             Dog
             ,
          
           
             Were
             Trav'ling
             to'ards
             a
             Mart
             ,
          
           
             To
             buy
             some
             Merchandize
             ;
             when
             soon
          
           
             One
             of
             them
             did
             divert
          
        
         
           
             Himself
             behind
             ,
             Nature
             to
             ease
             ;
          
           
             And
             leaves
             upon
             the
             Ground
          
           
             A
             Purse
             of
             Money
             ,
             and
             strait
             hyes
          
           
             Towards
             the
             Seaport
             Town
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             Purse
             the
             watchful
             Dog
             espies
             ,
             and
             down
             himself
             he
             lays
          
           
             Close
             by
             it
             ,
             till
             his
             Masters
             were
          
           
             Gone
             out
             of
             Sight
             Two
             Days
             ,
             hy'd
             ,
          
           
             
               Before
               they
               miss'd'em
               both
               ,
               when
               back
               they
            
          
           
             
               Finding
               the
               Purse
               of
               Money
               by
               his
               side
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             FRiendship
             is
             an
             inestimable
             Jewel
             :
             For
             ,
             Two
             or
             Three
             Friends
             join'd
             ,
             become
             the
             Geryon
             describ'd
             to
             be
             a
             Man
             with
             Six
             Hands
             ,
             and
             Three
             Heads
             :
             So
             it
             is
             with
             those
             whose
             Friendship
             is
             knit
             together
             by
             Truth
             ;
             for
             the
             one
             will
             not
             suffer
             the
             other
             to
             be
             wrongfully
             Prejudiced
             ,
             without
             taking
             his
             part
             ;
             nay
             ,
             thô
             Death
             it self
             stands
             in
             the
             gap
             ,
             if
             one
             passes
             through
             ,
             the
             other
             must
             of
             Necessity
             follow
             :
             Like
             Euthydicus
             and
             Damon
             ,
             who
             Sayling
             towards
             Athens
             ,
             it
             happened
             Damon
             fell
             over-board
             ;
             when
             ,
             being
             almost
             ready
             to
             Sink
             ,
             his
             Cryes
             awak'd
             Euthydicus
             ;
             who
             seeing
             his
             Friend
             in
             such
             a
             deplorable
             Condition
             ,
             jump'd
             in
             ,
             and
             sav'd
             his
             Life
             .
          
           
             Likewise
             Servants
             ought
             to
             be
             Faithful
             to
             their
             Masters
             ,
             and
             not
             suffer
             themselves
             nor
             others
             ,
             to
             imbezzle
             their
             Effects
             ;
             for
             ,
             if
             a
             Dog
             will
             preserve
             a
             thing
             only
             for
             knowing
             it
             is
             his
             Master's
             ,
             much
             more
             shou'd
             Man
             ,
             who
             knows
             the
             Owner
             ,
             and
             what
             Value
             he
             has
             for
             it
             .
          
           
             
               No
               Blows
               a
               Servant
               should
               Disgust
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               as
               to
               quit
               his
               Master's
               Trust.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           30.
           
           The
           Fox
           and
           Coney
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             WHen
             crafty
             Reynard
             long
             had
             sought
          
           
             A
             Coney
             to
             betray
             ,
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             do
             't
             by
             any
             Means
             ,
          
           
             To
             the
             King
             he
             goes
             away
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Accusing
             him
             of
             Thievery
          
           
             And
             Humbly
             begs
             he
             might
          
           
             A
             Warrant
             have
             ,
             that
             so
             thereby
          
           
             The
             Law
             should
             have
             its
             Right
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             the
             Bar
             the
             Coney's
             brought
             ,
             thro'
             Reynard's
             Subtlety
             ;
          
           
             Where
             quick
             two
             Foxes
             plead
             the
             Cause
          
           
             So
             ,
             as
             he
             's
             judg'd
             to
             dye
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             MIght
             generally
             Overcomes
             Right
             :
             And
             as
             it
             is
             with
             the
             poor
             Coney
             ,
             so
             it
             is
             with
             those
             Men
             ,
             who
             go
             to
             Law
             for
             their
             just
             Estates
             :
             For
             ,
             whether
             the
             Cause
             be
             Right
             ,
             or
             Wrong
             ,
             Doth
             it
             not
             fall
             to
             those
             who
             give
             the
             greatest
             Fee
             ?
             But
             if
             thou
             must
             go
             to
             Law
             ,
             beware
             of
             Running
             :
             Why
             wilt
             thou
             be
             Mad
             ,
             or
             over
             Hasty
             to
             Ruine
             thy Self
             ,
             or
             Neighbour
             ?
             Go
             not
             one
             Step
             farther
             ,
             when
             thou
             seest
             Ruin
             a
             far
             off
             ;
             for
             its
             Motion
             is
             Swift
             as
             a
             Dromedary
             :
             Fling
             Coat
             ,
             Cloke
             ,
             and
             all
             away
             ,
             and
             take
             Blows
             into
             the
             Bargain
             ,
             rather
             than
             stay
             to
             see
             the
             Events
             .
          
           
             Have
             a
             care
             of
             gratifying
             thy
             Appetite
             in
             a
             Hectick
             Fever
             .
             I
             mean
             ;
             When
             thou
             Wishest
             the
             Death
             of
             any
             ,
             [
             as
             GOD
             forbid
             !
             ]
             beware
             that
             thy
             Passion
             lead
             thee
             not
             to
             taste
             the
             Cup
             ;
             Revenge
             is
             not
             easily
             Satisfied
             with
             a
             Sip
             :
             And
             ,
             What
             wilt
             not
             thou
             do
             then
             ,
             to
             Obtain
             thy
             End
             ?
             What
             shall
             I
             say
             unto
             thee
             ?
             If
             thou
             lovest
             Swearing
             ,
             Woe
             to
             thy
             Neighbour's
             Land-mark
             !
          
           
             
               Malice
               abhor
               :
               Nor
               falsly
               Swear
            
             
               'Gainst
               any
               .
               Speak
               the
               Truth
               with
               Fear
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           31.
           
           Of
           the
           Monkey
           and
           Whelps
           ,
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Monkey
             having
             Two
             young
             Whelps
             ,
          
           
             In
             one
             she
             took
             a
             great
          
           
             Delight
             ;
             but
             void
             of
             natural
             Love
             ,
          
           
             The
             other
             she
             did
             Hate
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             mind
             ,
             too
             fond
             of
             this
             young
             Whelp
             ,
          
           
             As
             Suckling
             it
             one
             Day
             ,
          
           
             She
             '
             spyes
             the
             Hunter
             drawing
             nigh
             ;
          
           
             And
             up
             she
             runs
             away
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Hugging
             that
             Whelp
             so
             hard
             ,
             until
          
           
             Of
             Life
             it
             was
             bereav'd
             :
          
           
             But
             th'
             other
             jumping
             on
             her
             Back
             ,
          
           
             Held
             fast
             ;
             and
             so
             was
             Sav'd
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             JUst
             so
             it
             is
             with
             those
             Parents
             ,
             who
             place
             their
             whole
             Joy
             and
             Delight
             ,
             in
             one
             peculiar
             Child
             ;
             cockering
             him
             up
             with
             that
             which
             proves
             his
             Bane
             .
             For
             ,
             by
             so
             doing
             ,
             they
             not
             only
             prove
             Libertines
             ,
             and
             Prophane
             ,
             but
             often
             happen
             to
             bring
             lasting
             Disgrace
             on
             their
             Families
             ,
             by
             making
             untimely
             Exits
             on
             a
             Gallows
             .
             Besides
             ,
             if
             Parents
             mind
             it
             ,
             such
             Children
             hate
             'em
             most
             ;
             being
             Impudent
             ,
             and
             Haughty
             ,
             and
             always
             the
             first
             who
             forsake
             them
             in
             their
             Extremity
             :
             Whilst
             the
             others
             (
             kept
             under
             by
             a
             Moross
             Disposition
             ,
             and
             Rigid
             Hand
             )
             bear
             more
             Affection
             ,
             and
             Filial
             Duty
             to
             them
             ;
             becoming
             thereby
             Ornaments
             of
             an
             Hoary
             Head
             ,
             and
             Staves
             to
             a
             feeble
             Old
             Age.
             
          
           
             Be
             not
             therefore
             too
             Fond
             with
             thy
             Child
             ,
             lest
             you
             do
             ,
             as
             that
             Silly
             Phrygian
             Woman
             ,
             who
             seeing
             her
             Darling
             Child
             ,
             fall
             in
             the
             Fire
             ,
             rashly
             takes
             it
             out
             ,
             and
             flings
             it
             into
             the
             River
             hard
             by
             ,
             where
             it
             was
             Drowned
             :
             When
             ,
             thro'
             Care
             ,
             it
             might
             have
             been
             Sav'd
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Medium's
               Good
               :
               the
               Balance
               keep
               thou
               just
               :
            
             
               Those
               Children
               Cocker'd
               ,
               often
               prove
               the
               Worst
               .
               )
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           32.
           
           The
           Chastity
           of
           Turtle-Doves
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             IN
             a
             Dove
             house
             ,
             where
             Turtles
             liv'd
          
           
             Together
             Lovingly
             ;
          
           
             Each
             had
             its
             Mate
             to
             Bill
             withall
             ,
          
           
             And
             keep
             their
             Chastity
             :
          
        
         
           
             But
             on
             a
             Season
             ,
             in
             the
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             When
             't
             was
             fine
             ,
             Sun-shine
             Weather
             ,
          
           
             Two
             Pair
             upon
             the
             House
             did
             sit
          
           
             A
             Billing
             one
             another
             :
          
        
         
           
             When
             strait
             a
             Pidgeon
             to
             them
             flyes
             ,
          
           
             A
             Hen
             t'
             entice
             astray
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             just
             scorn
             his
             Suit
             denies
             :
          
           
             So
             back
             he
             flys
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             HEre
             is
             a
             Glass
             for
             all
             Immodest
             People
             ;
             wherein
             they
             may
             see
             ,
             how
             far
             different
             they
             are
             from
             Turtles
             ,
             who
             (
             void
             of
             Sense
             and
             Reason
             )
             are
             Naturally
             Chaste
             :
             For
             they
             have
             a
             confused
             ,
             innate
             Obligation
             to
             keep
             themselves
             so
             ,
             after
             they
             have
             Coupled
             .
             Men
             and
             Women
             have
             a
             double
             ,
             Rational
             Tye
             ,
             Divine
             ,
             and
             Moral
             ;
             Inward
             Conscience
             ,
             and
             Outward
             Ceremony
             :
             Yet
             ,
             for
             ought
             I
             see
             ,
             the
             Generality
             value
             Neither
             ,
             a
             Button
             .
             One
             will
             have
             his
             Whore
             ,
             and
             the
             other
             ,
             her
             Rogue
             ;
             Licentiously
             turning
             that
             blessed
             State
             ,
             into
             a
             Common
             Road
             of
             Bestiality
             .
          
           
             For
             shame
             then
             ,
             thou
             Yoked
             Leacherous
             Satyr
             ,
             leave
             off
             Surfeiting
             thy
             Lust
             ;
             and
             when
             thou
             art
             again
             the
             like
             Tempted
             ,
             powerfully
             Resist
             ;
             and
             perform
             thy
             Marriage
             Vow
             ,
             with
             a
             Just
             and
             Sacred
             Chastity
             .
             Nor
             may
             those
             Unmarry'd
             ,
             take
             any
             such
             wicked
             Course
             in
             Filthiness
             ,
             since
             
               No
               Whore-mongers
               ,
               (
               as
               well
               as
               Adulterers
               ,
               and
               Fornicators
               )
               shall
               enter
               into
               the
               Kingdom
               of
               GOD.
               (
               file
               .
               Keep
               chaste
               ,
               do
               not
               thy
               Marriage-bed
               de-Resist
               the
               Tempter
               ,
               and
               he
               'll
               soon
               Recoil
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           33.
           
           The
           injur'd
           Lark
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Lark
             having
             an
             Ill
             Name
             got
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             other
             Birds
             ,
          
           
             Could
             not
             ,
             by
             any
             means
             ,
             perswade
          
           
             Them
             from
             't
             ,
             through
             dint
             of
             Words
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             so
             it
             happen'd
             ,
             that
             as
             they
          
           
             Were
             sitting
             on
             a
             Tree
             ;
          
           
             One
             call'd
             him
             Fool
             ;
             and
             quickly
             ,
             all
          
           
             Unto
             the
             same
             agree
             :
          
        
         
           
             Each
             picking
             at
             him
             ,
             down
             he
             falls
             ;
          
           
             (
             Tho'
             Innocent
             he
             was
             )
          
           
             Where
             weeping
             lyes
             ,
             he
             sore
             bewails
          
           
             Th'
             Iujustice
             of
             his
             Case
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             GIve
             a
             Man
             an
             Ill
             Name
             ,
             and
             you
             Wound
             him
             to
             Death
             :
             For
             ,
             whether
             Guilty
             ,
             or
             Not
             ,
             pass
             but
             the
             Sentance
             ,
             and
             it
             shall
             spread
             Wild-fire
             like
             :
             Every
             one
             will
             turn
             Executioner
             .
             Well
             ,
             this
             then
             follows
             of
             Consequence
             ,
             When
             he
             's
             Falling
             ,
             he
             'll
             want
             none
             to
             keep
             him
             down
             :
             If
             so
             ,
             then
             his
             very
             Bosome
             Friend
             ,
             shall
             lend
             her
             Assisting
             Hand
             thereto
             .
             Abhor
             then
             this
             base
             Principle
             :
             for
             it
             Profits
             thee
             nothing
             ,
             more
             than
             making
             the
             Party
             Miserable
             :
             How
             can
             that
             be
             thy
             real
             Happiness
             ,
             which
             is
             another
             man's
             Bane
             ?
             Well
             then
             ,
             meddle
             not
             with
             any
             Man's
             Business
             ,
             but
             thy
             Own
             ;
             nor
             Prattle
             that
             to
             Others
             ,
             which
             thou
             knowest
             is
             False
             to
             thy Self
             :
             For
             ,
             it
             's
             a
             sign
             of
             an
             Hypocritical
             Spirit
             ,
             which
             Destroyeth
             its
             Neighbour
             :
             
               And
               he
               that
               keepeth
               his
               Mouth
               ,
               keepeth
               his
               Life
               :
               but
               he
               that
               opens
               wide
               his
               Lips
               ,
               shall
               have
               Destruction
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Good
               Name
               got
               ,
               is
               better
               far
               ,
               Than
               Oyntments
               ,
               which
               most
               precious
               are
               .
               Hence
               then
               ,
               of
               Wounding
               it
               ,
               beware
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           34.
           
           The
           Dogs
           and
           Veal
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             SOme
             Dogs
             that
             meet
             within
             a
             Street
             ,
          
           
             With
             one
             consent
             ,
             do
             all
          
           
             Agree
             ,
             to
             Steal
             a
             Loin
             of
             Veal
             ,
          
           
             From
             off
             a
             Butcher's
             Stall
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             fore
             most
             ,
             he
             ,
             most
             Cunningly
          
           
             Contrives
             the
             same
             to
             take
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             no
             One
             ,
             might
             see
             it
             done
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Out-cry
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             into
             a
             Field
             they
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             altogether
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             To
             get
             the
             same
             ;
             whose
             Barking
             there
          
           
             The
             Butcher
             does
             invite
             :
          
           
             So
             took
             they
             were
             ,
             the
             Butcher
             by
             ,
          
           
             Who
             strait
             Condemn'd
             'em
             all
             to
             dye
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             MArvail
             not
             ,
             thou
             liver
             upon
             other
             Mens
             Substance
             ,
             if
             Fortune
             at
             ●ast
             decieve
             thee
             .
             Perhaps
             ,
             if
             thou
             lowest
             not
             Women
             ,
             VVine
             ,
             nor
             Prodiga●ity
             ,
             then
             thou
             may'st
             escape
             :
             But
             ,
             if
             neither
             of
             these
             is
             thy
             Heart's
             desire
             ,
             then
             art
             thou
             Sedate
             in
             Mind
             ;
             and
             he
             that
             is
             Right
             in
             his
             VVits
             ,
             will
             not
             turn
             Thief
             .
             But
             ,
             suppose
             thou
             livest
             Unjustly
             as
             long
             as
             Nature
             will
             let
             thee
             ,
             and
             fancy'st
             there
             is
             no
             After-State
             ,
             Can
             thy
             Reason
             slide
             away
             with
             ease
             ,
             upon
             the
             Gravell'd
             Blocks
             of
             what
             thou
             callest
             Conscience
             ?
             If
             thou
             willt
             have
             Executors
             ,
             and
             Gold
             Rings
             given
             at
             thy
             Funeral
             ,
             order
             none
             to
             be
             thy
             Guests
             ,
             but
             those
             ,
             from
             whom
             thou
             hast
             stole
             their
             VVealth
             :
             Let
             them
             build
             Alms
             ,
             houses
             .
             But
             I
             am
             of
             Opinion
             ,
             Justice
             will
             thwart
             Nature
             :
             For
             ,
             't
             is
             much
             if
             thou
             dost
             not
             make
             too
             great
             a
             Figure
             ,
             and
             discover
             thy self
             :
             Or
             ,
             one
             of
             thy
             Associates
             ,
             to
             avoid
             Misery
             and
             Shame
             .
             And
             ,
             what
             will
             become
             of
             thee
             then
             ?
             Thou
             wilt
             dye
             Poor
             ,
             to
             live
             so
             eternally
             .
          
           
             
               Keep
               void
               of
               all
               offence
               ,
               thy
               conscience
               clear
            
             
               Tho
               Sins
               here
               hid
               ,
               hereafter
               will
               appear
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           35.
           
           The
           Crocodile
           and
           Dogs
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             THree
             Shepherds
             Dogs
             ,
             
               that
               thirsty
               were
            
          
           
             Went
             down
             unto
             the
             Brink
          
           
             Of
             th'River
             Nyle
             ,
             with
             hopes
             ,
             that
             there
          
           
             They
             might
             some
             Water
             drink
             :
          
        
         
           
             Whereat
             ,
             they
             fall
             to
             Quarrel
             ,
             who
          
           
             Thereof
             should
             Drink
             the
             First
             :
          
           
             But
             one
             (
             an
             ugly
             ,
             greedy
             Cur
             ,
          
           
             And
             likewise
             very
             Curst
             )
          
        
         
           
             Beat
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
             and
             fell
             to
             Lap
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             River
             Nyle
             ;
          
           
             When
             suddenly
             at
             him
             does
             Snap
             ,
          
           
             A
             monstrous
             Crocodile
             .
          
           
             
               The
               others
               run
               away
               ,
               and
               are
               Content
            
          
           
             
               To
               miss
               their
               Fellows
               heavy
               Punishment
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WHen
             Men
             are
             eager
             after
             Vain
             pursuits
             ,
             they
             care
             not
             into
             what
             hazardous
             Extreams
             ,
             they
             run
             themselves
             Head-long
             :
             For
             they
             think
             ,
             
               Nothing
               Venture
               ,
               Nothing
               Have
            
             ,
             governs
             the
             Universe
             ,
             not
             apprehending
             the
             Sequel
             .
             And
             ,
             thô
             the
             greedy
             Cur
             by
             his
             ravenous
             Nature
             ,
             overcomes
             the
             Dogs
             in
             the
             Fable
             ,
             yet
             he
             pays
             for
             it
             with
             Severity
             .
             Wilt
             thou
             then
             ,
             ô
             thou
             Covetous
             Man
             !
             venture
             thy
             All
             ,
             for
             that
             which
             is
             worse
             than
             Nothing
             ?
             Stand
             amaz'd
             at
             this
             :
             The
             Devil
             is
             at
             no
             Charge
             ,
             no
             Expence
             ,
             and
             yet
             has
             Body
             ,
             and
             Soul
             ,
             and
             ALL
             for
             Nothing
             !
             In
             fine
             ,
             Consider
             ,
             when
             thy
             Table
             is
             spread
             ,
             if
             thou
             goest
             to
             it
             with
             an
             unsavoury
             Heart
             ,
             thou
             dost
             not
             know
             but
             the
             Devil
             may
             be
             in
             the
             first
             Morsel
             and
             Choak
             thee
             :
             and
             then
             thou
             'lt
             remember
             this
             common
             Sentence
             ,
             
               Possession
               is
               Eleven
               Points
               of
               the
               Law
               !
            
             Children
             ,
             Quarrel
             not
             ,
             one
             with
             the
             other
             ,
             (
             Dog-like
             )
             lest
             Heaven
             permits
             One
             ,
             to
             come
             and
             end
             the
             Strife
             ,
             with
             ,
             Vengeance
             .
          
           
             
               Look
               up
               to
               Heaven
               before
               you
               Eat
               ;
            
             
               Discord
               oft
               proves
               a
               Sowre-Sweet
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           36.
           
           The
           Fox
           and
           Lamb.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             WHen
             Reynard
             long
             from
             Food
             had
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             Hunger
             did
             prevail
             ;
          
           
             Quoth
             he
             ,
             I
             wonder
             that
             so
             soon
          
           
             My
             Politicks
             shou'd
             fail
             !
          
        
         
           
             Which
             said
             ,
             away
             he
             goes
             to
             meet
          
           
             A
             Lamb
             ,
             that
             went
             astray
             ,
          
           
             And
             complaisant
             he
             doth
             her
             greet
             ,
          
           
             Giving
             the
             time
             of
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             this
             base
             Fox
             had
             made
             a
             Trap
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lamb
             to
             flatter
             in
             ,
          
           
             But
             th'
             other
             '
             spying
             it
             ,
             by
             hap
             ,
          
           
             Tumbled
             poor
             Reynard
             in
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THE
             direct
             Road
             to
             Destroy
             thy self
             ,
             is
             ,
             The
             seeking
             .
             Others
             Ruin
             :
             And
             this
             too
             ,
             often
             falls
             out
             ,
             when
             the
             thirsty
             Homicide
             is
             within
             Reach
             of
             the
             intended
             Sacrifice
             .
             What
             Profit
             is
             there
             in
             Hypocritical
             Intrigues
             ?
             Fraud
             and
             Deceit
             are
             the
             Progenitors
             ;
             Misery
             and
             Ruin
             the
             Consequents
             of
             a
             Covetous
             Thinking
             Soul
             :
             Which
             ,
             to
             be
             sure
             ,
             will
             Brand
             thee
             amongst
             the
             Degenerate
             Race
             of
             Mankind
             hereafter
             ;
             if
             not
             Upbraid
             thee
             to
             thy
             Face
             in
             the
             Sight
             of
             the
             World
             now
             .
             However
             ,
             to
             shun
             this
             ,
             Fancy
             to
             thy self
             thus
             :
             Man
             ;
             thou
             canst
             not
             be
             in
             League
             with
             the
             whole
             Universe
             ,
             (
             thô
             a
             Grandee
             thereof
             )
             and
             ,
             who
             knows
             but
             some
             One
             or
             Other
             ,
             thou
             hast
             Injur'd
             ,
             has
             laid
             a
             Snare
             close
             by
             that
             of
             thine
             Enemy's
             .
             Do
             not
             run
             to
             Justifie
             others
             Villany
             ,
             lest
             thou
             art
             catch'd
             and
             Condemn'd
             thy self
             ;
             whilst
             the
             innocent
             and
             thoughtless
             Soul
             is
             deliver'd
             by
             thine
             own
             Mouth
             .
          
           
             
               Dig
               not
               a
               Pit
               ,
               nor
               make
               a
               Gin
            
             
               For
               others
               ,
               lest
               you
               fall
               therein
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           37.
           
           The
           Cat
           and
           Rats
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             When
             Puss
             with
             mewing
             made
             the
             Rats
          
           
             their
             Holes
             quite
             to
             forsake
             ,
          
           
             She
             reacheth
             down
             a
             Violin
          
           
             and
             strait
             doth
             Musick
             make
             :
          
        
         
           
             At
             which
             they
             came
             from
             far
             and
             near
          
           
             dancing
             with
             nimble
             Feet
             :
          
           
             But
             some
             ,
             more
             wiser
             than
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             found
             Food
             and
             fell
             to
             Eat
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             Cat
             upon
             those
             Rats
             soon
             seize
             ,
          
           
             who
             next
             unto
             her
             were
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             the
             rest
             escap'd
             with
             Cheese
             ,
          
           
             and
             other
             wholesom
             Fare
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             WEll
             then
             ,
             thô
             Innocency
             is
             of
             Force
             enough
             to
             justifie
             thy
             Conscience
             ,
             yet
             ,
             still
             't
             is
             a
             piece
             of
             Imprudence
             ,
             to
             Trace
             the
             common
             Road
             of
             Danger
             :
             What!
             because
             thou
             hast
             not
             committed
             Robbery
             ,
             thou
             thinkest
             to
             escape
             the
             Robber
             ?
             Rest
             not
             here
             ;
             but
             ,
             first
             of
             all
             ,
             Examine
             what
             Dangers
             may
             befall
             thee
             in
             thy
             Adventures
             ,
             that
             thou
             may'st
             not
             afterwards
             Grumble
             at
             the
             Events
             :
             But
             ,
             besure
             come
             not
             within
             Arms
             length
             of
             the
             Flatterer
             ,
             for
             he
             will
             soon
             unmask
             himself
             to
             thy
             Ruin.
             Besides
             ,
             in
             dangerous
             Enterprizes
             ,
             be
             not
             too
             Hot-headed
             ,
             through
             Pride
             ,
             or
             Vain
             glory
             ,
             in
             hopes
             to
             ingross
             all
             to
             thy self
             ,
             lest
             you
             first
             fall
             into
             the
             Snare
             and
             Destruction
             thereof
             :
             But
             rather
             give
             way
             to
             others
             ;
             for
             thereby
             Men
             many
             times
             (
             like
             the
             more
             wiser
             Rats
             in
             the
             Fable
             )
             become
             the
             greatest
             Gainers
             ,
             and
             incur
             the
             least
             Danger
             .
          
           
             
               Let
               Wisdom's
               Conduct
               be
               your
               chiefest
               care
            
             
               And
               of
               all
               flatt'ring
               Enemies
               beware
               ,
            
             
               Run
               not
               too
               rashly
               ,
               lest
               there
               's
               laid
               a
               Snare
               .
            
          
           
           
           
           
        
      
       
         
         
           38.
           
           The
           Stubborn
           Ass.
           
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Stubborn
             Ass
             ,
             who
             laden
             was
          
           
             drove
             by
             his
             Master
             ,
             till
          
           
             With
             much
             ado
             they
             came
             unto
          
           
             the
             bottom
             of
             a
             Hill.
             
          
        
         
           
             Whereat
             the
             Ass
             would
             not
             proceed
          
           
             farther
             a
             Step
             to
             go
             :
          
           
             Which
             made
             his
             Master
             ,
             with
             his
             Whip
             ,
          
           
             to
             give
             him
             many
             a
             Blow
             .
          
        
         
           
             Nay
             ,
             tho'
             he
             beat
             him
             very
             sore
             ,
          
           
             he
             would
             not
             stir
             nor
             wag
             ;
          
           
             Night
             coming
             on
             ,
             the
             Man
             himself
          
           
             was
             forc'd
             to
             bear
             the
             Bag.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORAL
             .
          
           
             THE
             Ass
             is
             called
             in
             Latin
             Asinus
             ,
             in
             Greek
             Onos
             and
             Killos
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             his
             Labour
             in
             bearing
             Burthens
             ;
             and
             by
             some
             he
             is
             called
             Magamucos
             ,
             for
             his
             unpleasant
             ,
             fearful
             ,
             braying
             Voice
             :
             But
             amongst
             many
             Epithets
             given
             him
             ,
             he
             is
             called
             a
             Vile
             ,
             Slow-pac'd
             ,
             Sluggish
             ,
             Idle
             ,
             Blockish
             Beast
             :
             Like
             to
             him
             is
             the
             Duncepated
             Schollar
             ,
             that
             is
             not
             at
             all
             apt
             to
             Learn
             .
             Nay
             ,
             tho'
             his
             Master
             Whips
             him
             ,
             and
             Whips
             him
             over
             again
             ,
             't
             is
             all
             one
             ,
             for
             his
             Brain
             is
             so
             impenitrable
             ,
             't
             is
             impossible
             to
             infuse
             any
             thing
             therein
             :
             Let
             his
             Master
             keep
             his
             Learning
             to
             himself
             for
             what
             value
             he
             sets
             on
             't
             .
             For
             whom
             I
             think
             that
             's
             a
             fit
             Sentence
             ,
             to
             bid
             such
             a
             Schollar
             [
             Sell
             an
             
               Ass
               ,
            
             ]
             thereby
             signifying
             his
             Blockish
             Averseness
             to
             Learning
             .
             But
             ,
             my
             Child
             ,
             if
             thou
             lovest
             Wisdom
             ,
             be
             not
             Stupid
             to
             the
             Sage
             Advice
             of
             thy
             Parents
             ,
             nor
             Refractory
             to
             the
             Dictates
             of
             thy
             Master
             ,
             lest
             thy
             School
             fellows
             point
             and
             hiss
             at
             thee
             for
             a
             Block-head
             ,
             a
             meer
             Schollar
             ,
             amongst
             thy
             Neighbourhood
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Blockish
               Schollar
               wont
               the
               Ass
               out-strip
               ,
            
             
               Altho'
               he
               's
               often
               made
               to
               feel
               the
               Whip
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           39.
           
           The
           Coney
           and
           Spider
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             A
             Coney
             being
             hunted
             out
          
           
             of
             many
             Holes
             ,
             did
             range
          
           
             Into
             a
             Neighb'ring
             Sandy
             Field
             ,
          
           
             her
             Boroughing
             to
             Change
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Where
             meeting
             with
             a
             Spider
             ,
             who
          
           
             not
             satisfy'd
             in
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             Was
             seeking
             where
             to
             weave
             her
             Web
             ,
          
           
             that
             none
             should
             ever
             find
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             they
             Consult
             :
             The
             Spider
             goes
          
           
             and
             builds
             within
             a
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             Where
             being
             brushed
             down
             ,
             was
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             by
             reason
             of
             the
             fall
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Coney'mongst
               the
               rocks
               did
               make
               a
               nest
            
          
           
             
               Where
               from
               the
               Hunters
               she
               does
               live
               at
               rest
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             MORALS
             .
          
           
             I
             Cannot
             but
             observe
             from
             this
             ,
             the
             truly
             Honest
             and
             Generous
             Spirit
             of
             an
             humble
             and
             patient
             Man
             :
             How
             he
             will
             pursue
             the
             internal
             Peace
             of
             his
             Soul
             ,
             before
             the
             external
             Injoyments
             of
             his
             Body
             ;
             and
             Value
             a
             composed
             Solitary
             Life
             ,
             before
             the
             common
             Luxurious
             Delicacies
             of
             an
             infatuated
             Republick
             .
             Whilst
             the
             Discontented
             run
             too
             and
             frô
             amidst
             the
             Venomous
             Streams
             of
             Infection
             ;
             and
             suffer
             themselves
             to
             be
             blown
             up
             like
             Bubbles
             ,
             in
             the
             Air
             ,
             to
             Dance
             a
             little
             ,
             and
             Vanish
             .
             The
             Distressed
             Coney
             would
             have
             stay'd
             in
             her
             Borough
             had
             she
             not
             been
             pursu'd
             by
             the
             Hunters
             ;
             so
             ,
             O
             Man
             !
             if
             thou
             art
             Persecuted
             either
             in
             Body
             ,
             or
             Estate
             ,
             and
             canst
             not
             stay
             Secure
             in
             thy
             Habitation
             ,
             for
             fear
             of
             Enemies
             ,
             then
             hast
             thou
             a
             lawful
             Call
             to
             Evade
             'em
             by
             flying
             from
             one
             place
             to
             another
             ,
             till
             at
             last
             they
             drive
             thee
             to
             the
             Rock
             where
             thou
             vvilt
             be
             secur'd
             to
             all
             Eternity
             .
             Whilst
             Vagabonds
             like
             the
             Spider
             are
             svvept
             avvay
             by
             the
             Wrath
             of
             common
             Justice
             .
          
           
             
               Contented
               be
               where'er
               your
               Lot
               is
               cast
               ,
            
             
               The
               Pitcher
               oft
               safe
               goes
               :
               'T
               is
               broke
               at
               last
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           An
           Emblem
           of
           God's
           Wrath
           ,
           In
           Thunder
           and
           Lightning
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             AH
             me
             ,
             when
             I
             behold
          
           
             The
             Heav'ns
             begin
             to
             frown
             ,
          
           
             And
             wrinkled
             fiery
             Sulph'rous
             Clouds
          
           
             Sends
             red-hot
             Arrows
             down
             !
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             behold
             the
             Sky
          
           
             Bring
             Darkness
             '
             stead
             of
             Light
             ,
          
           
             Methinks
             the
             Portion
             I
             espy
          
           
             Of
             ev'ry
             damned
             Wight
             !
          
        
         
           
             When
             Flashes
             thence
             do
             spring
             ,
          
           
             And
             nought
             but
             Flames
             of
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             mighty
             Cannons
             thundering
          
           
             Do
             eccho
             forth
             their
             Dire
             !
          
        
         
           
           
             Ah
             ,
             sure
             it
             shows
             a
             GOD
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             this
             God
             is
             Just
             ,
          
           
             who
             'll
             Scourge
             the
             Wicked
             with
             his
             Rod
             ,
          
           
             And
             burn
             them
             up
             to
             Dust.
             
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             the
             Heavens
             hear
          
           
             With
             Thunder
             break
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             Ah
             ,
             Lord
             !
             I
             am
             possess'd
             with
             Fear
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             'lt
             burn
             this
             Lump
             of
             Clay
             !
          
        
         
           
             But
             Blessed
             shall
             those
             be
          
           
             Who
             in
             the
             Lord
             do
             trust
             ;
          
           
             For
             they
             'll
             enjoy
             Felicity
             ,
          
           
             And
             live
             among
             the
             Just.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           A
           Miscellany
           of
           Divine
           Maxims
           .
        
         
           WOuldst
           thou
           be
           truly
           perfect
           ?
           love
           God
           with
           all
           thy
           Heart
           ,
           and
           thy
           Neighbour
           as
           thy self
           .
        
         
           Let
           thy
           eye
           be
           always
           upon
           God
           and
           thy self
           ,
           and
           thou
           shalt
           never
           see
           him
           without
           Goodness
           ,
           nor
           thy self
           without
           Misery
           .
        
         
         
           Let
           us
           be
           what
           God
           will
           ,
           so
           we
           be
           but
           his
           ;
           and
           let
           us
           not
           be
           what
           we
           will
           our selves
           ,
           against
           the
           Will
           of
           God.
           
        
         
           He
           that
           neglects
           his
           own
           Will
           ,
           complies
           best
           with
           God's
           .
        
         
           So
           love
           thy
           Neighbour
           upon
           Earth
           ,
           as
           that
           thou
           mayst
           enjoy
           his
           love
           in
           Heaven
           .
        
         
           Thou
           canst
           not
           love
           thy
           Neighbour
           too
           much
           ,
           but
           thou
           mayst
           too
           much
           shew
           thy
           love
           .
        
         
           One
           great
           Argument
           of
           our
           love
           to
           our
           Neighbour
           ,
           is
           to
           bear
           with
           his
           Imperfections
           .
        
         
           We
           should
           never
           endure
           to
           hear
           evil
           spoken
           of
           any
           but
           our selves
           .
        
         
           We
           should
           never
           undervalue
           any
           person
           :
           The
           Workman
           loves
           not
           that
           his
           work
           should
           be
           despised
           in
           his
           presence
           .
           Wherefore
           beware
           ,
           for
           God
           is
           present
           every
           where
           ,
           and
           every
           person
           is
           his
           work
           .
        
         
           We
           ought
           not
           to
           love
           our
           Neighbour
           only
           because
           he
           is
           good
           ,
           or
           because
           we
           hope
           he
           will
           be
           so
           ,
           but
           because
           God
           commands
           us
           so
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           In
           holy
           duties
           we
           should
           speak
           little
           ,
           think
           much
           ,
           but
           do
           more
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           a
           great
           evil
           not
           to
           do
           good
           .
        
         
           Confidence
           in
           an
           unfaithful
           Man
           in
           
           time
           of
           Trouble
           ,
           is
           like
           a
           broken
           Tooth
           ,
           and
           a
           Foot
           out
           of
           Joynt
           .
           Charity
           makes
           God
           our
           debtor
           ;
           for
           the
           Poor
           are
           his
           receivers
           .
        
         
           Hast
           thou
           an
           Estate
           ,
           and
           wouldest
           increase
           it
           ?
           Divide
           thy
           riches
           to
           the
           Poor
           ;
           those
           Seeds
           that
           are
           scattered
           do
           encrease
           ,
           but
           hoarded
           up
           they
           die
           .
        
         
           Arm
           thy self
           against
           a
           profest
           enemy
           ;
           but
           he
           that
           dissembleth
           friendship
           strikes
           beyond
           a
           caution
           ,
           and
           wounds
           above
           a
           cure
           :
           from
           the
           one
           thou
           mayst
           deliver
           thy self
           ,
           but
           from
           the
           other
           ,
           good
           Lord
           deliver
           thee
           .
        
         
           The
           Touch-stone
           trieth
           Gold
           ,
           and
           Gold
           trieth
           Men.
           
        
         
           As
           the
           Servants
           of
           God
           are
           known
           by
           their
           own
           Vertues
           ,
           Humility
           and
           Charity
           ,
           so
           the
           Servants
           of
           the
           Devil
           are
           known
           by
           their
           opposite
           Vices
           ,
           Pride
           and
           Cruelty
           .
        
         
           To
           boast
           is
           to
           be
           vain
           ,
           since
           the
           greatest
           Conquerour
           ;
           if
           he
           measure
           his
           own
           Shadow
           ,
           shall
           find
           it
           no
           longer
           than
           it
           was
           before
           his
           Victory
           .
        
         
           The
           World
           is
           a
           wide
           Prison
           ,
           and
           every
           Day
           an
           Execution-day
           .
        
         
           Our
           Stomachs
           are
           common
           Sepulchres
           
           for
           Birds
           ,
           Beasts
           ,
           and
           Fish
           ;
           they
           all
           die
           to
           feed
           us
           :
           Lord
           ,
           with
           how
           many
           deaths
           are
           our
           poor
           lives
           patched
           up
           !
           How
           full
           of
           Death
           is
           the
           Life
           of
           Man
           !
        
         
           Beware
           of
           Drink
           :
           where
           Drunkenness
           Reigns
           ,
           Reason
           is
           an
           Exile
           ,
           Vertue
           a
           Stranger
           ,
           and
           God
           an
           Enemy
           :
           Blasphemy
           is
           Wit
           ,
           Oaths
           are
           Rhetorick
           ,
           and
           Secrets
           are
           Proclamations
           .
        
         
           To
           shun
           the
           accidental
           Troubles
           of
           this
           Life
           ,
           is
           to
           meditate
           on
           Eternity
           .
        
         
           To
           have
           a
           desire
           to
           be
           Poor
           ,
           and
           not
           to
           receive
           the
           inconveniencies
           of
           it
           ,
           is
           too
           great
           Ambition
           :
           For
           it
           is
           to
           desire
           the
           honour
           of
           Poverty
           ,
           and
           the
           commodity
           of
           Wealth
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           no
           better
           way
           to
           end
           happily
           a
           free
           spiritual
           Life
           ,
           than
           daily
           to
           begin
           it
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           no
           reason
           to
           be
           given
           for
           the
           Fault
           we
           commit
           in
           Sin
           ,
           for
           the
           Fault
           would
           not
           be
           Sin
           ,
           if
           it
           were
           not
           against
           Reason
           .
        
         
           In
           short
           ,
           the
           sum
           of
           all
           is
           ,
           Fear
           God
           ,
           and
           keep
           his
           Commandments
           ;
           for
           this
           O
           Man
           ,
           is
           thy
           whole
           Duty
           ,
           which
           if
           Sincerely
           perform'd
           ,
           will
           terminate
           in
           eternal
           Salvation
        
         
           FINIS
           .