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With that Sir Topaz, (hapless youth!)
They sit, they drink, and eat;
By this the stars began to wink,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
This tale a Sybil-Nurse ared;
Thus some are born, my son (she cries)
'With base impediments to rise,
And some are born with none.
But virtue can itself advance
To what the fav'rite fools of chance
By fortune seem design'd;
Upon th' unworthy mind.'
The MISERY of a Town LIFE, and the HAPPINESS of a COUNTRY ONE;
Exemplified in the Story of the Town-Mouse and Country-Mouse.
IMITATED FROM HORACE.
(SWIFT AND PÕPE.)
I'VE often wish'd that I had clear,
Well, now I have all this and more,
But here a grievance seems to lie,
• 1 can't but think 'twould sound more clever,
To me and to my heirs for ever.
If I ne'er got or lost a groat,
And to be kept in my right wits,
• Remov'd frorn all th'ambitious scene, Nor puff'd by pride, nor sunk by spleen.' In short, I'm perfectly content,
Let me but live on this side Trent:
"Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown; "Let my lord know you're come to town.' I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is levee-day; And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between! Some wag observes me thus perplext, And smiling whispers to the next, "I thought the Dean had been too proud, "To justle here among the croud." Another, in a surly fit,
Tells me I have more zeal than wit,
This humbly offers me his case-
“ To-morrow my appeal comes on,
Consider, 'tis my first request”-
'Tis (let me see) three years and more, (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, “What's o'clock ?" And, “ How's the wind ?" " Whose chariot's that we left behind ?" Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that
passes Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. Yet sonie, I know, with
swell, Because they see me us'd so well : “ How think you of our friend the Dean? “. I wonder what some people mean; “ My lord and he are grown so great, “ Always together tête à tête ; " What, they admire him for his jokes" See but the fortune of some folks!" There flies about a strange report Of some express arrivd at Court; I'm stopp’d by all the fools I meet, And catechis d in ev'ry street.
You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great; “ Inform us, will the Emperor treat ?
“ Or do the prints and papers lie ?" Faith, Sir, you know as well as I. " Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest ! “ 'Tis now no secret”—I protest 'Tis one to me—" Then tell us, pray, “ When are the troops to have their And tho' I solemnly declare I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown The closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of life are lost ; Yét always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. O charming noons ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks below, Chatting and laughing all-a-row, The beans and bacon set before 'em, The grace-cup serv'd with all decorum : Each willing to be pleas'd and please, And even the very dogs at ease. Ilere no man prates of idle things, How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, Or what's in either of the houses : But something much more our concern, And quite a scandal not to learn : Which is the happier, or the wiser, A man of merit, or a miser ? Whether we ought to choose our friends, For their own worth, or our own ends? What good, or better, we may call, And what, the very best of all ?
Our friend, Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely dpropos: Name a town life, and in a trice He had a story of two mice.