Horn'd by Diana, and o'erpower'd, "And by the dogs he fed devour'd. What he receiv'd from charity,

Lewdness perhaps may give to thee; "And tho' your spouse my lecture scorns, "Beware his fate, beware his horns."

"Sir," fays the Cit, (who made a stand, And ftrok'd his forehead with his hand) By your grim gravity and grace,

"You greatly wou'd become the mace.

This kind advice I gladly take,

Draw'r, bring the dram, and bring a cake, "With good brown beer that's brisk and humming." A coming, Sir! a coming, coming!

The Cit then took a hearty draught,
And fhook his jolly fides and laugh'd.
Then to the king of beafts he bow'd,
And thus his gratitude avow'd.--
Sir, for your fapient oration,
I owe the greatest obligation.

"You ftand expes'd to fun and show'r,
"I know Jack Ellis of the Tow'r ;

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By him you foon may gain renown, "He'll show your Highnefs to the town; . Or, if you chufe your ftation here,

"To call forth Britons to their beer, "As painter of distinguish'd note,

"He'll fend his man to clean your coat."

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The Lion thank'd him for his proffer,
And if a vacancy fhou'd offer,
Declar'd he had too juft a notion,
To be averfe to fuch promotion.
The Citizen drove off with joy,
"For London-Ball-for London-hoy.”
Content to bed, he went his way,
And is no Bankrupt to this day.

The HERALD and HUSBAND-MAN.

FABLE XII.

Nobilitas fola eft atque unica virtus.

I With friend Juvenal agree,

Virtue's the true nobility;
Has of herself fufficient charms,
Altho' without a coat of arms.
HONESTUS does not know the rules,
Concerning Or and Fez, and Gules.
Yet fets the wond'ring eye to gaze on,
Such deeds no herald e'er could blaze on.
Tawdry atchievements out of place,
Do but augment a fool's difgrace;
A coward is a double jest,
Who has a lion for his creft;

JUVENAL.

And

And things are come to fuch a país,
Two horfes may fupport an afs;
And on a Gamefter or Buffoon,
A moral motto's a lampoon.

An honeft ruftic having done

His mafter's work 'twixt fun and fun,
Retir'd to drefs a little spot,

Adjoining to his homely cot,

Where pleas'd, in miniature, he found

His landlord's culinary ground,

Some herbs that feed, and fome that heal,
The winter's medicine or meal.

The fage, which in his garden feen,
No man need ever die * I ween;
The marjoram comely to behold,
With thyme, and ruddiest marygold,
And mint and penny-royal sweet,
To deck the cottage windows meet;
And baum, that yields a finer juice
Than all that China can produce;
With carrots red, and turnips white,
And leeks, Cadwallader's delight;
And all the favory crop that vie
To please the palate and the eye.
Thus, as intent, he did furvey

His plot, a Herald came that way,

* Cur moriatur Homo, cui falvia crefcit in horto?

A man of great escutcheon'd knowledge,
And member of the motley college.
Heedless the peasant pafs'd he by,
Indulging this foliloquy;

Ye gods! what an enormous space,
" "Twixt man and man does nature place;
"While fome by deeds of honour rife,
To fuch a height, as far out-vies
The vifible diurnal sphere;

While others, like this ruftic here, Grope in the groveling ground content, "Without or lineage or descent. Hail, Heraldry! mysterious art, Bright patronefs of all defert, "Mankind would on a level lie,

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And undiftinguifh'd live and die;
Depriv'd of thy illuftrious aid,
Such! fo momentous is our trade.

Sir, fays the clown, why fure you joke,
(And kept on digging as he spoke)
"And prate not to extort conviction,
"But merrily by way of fiction.
"Say, do your manufcripts attest,
"What was old father Adam's creft;
"Did he a nobler Coat receive

"In right of marrying Mrs. Eve;
Or had fupporters when he kiss'd her,
On dexter fide, and fide finifter;

Or

"Or was his motto, prithee speak,

English, French, Latin, Welch, or Greek;

"Or was he not, without a lye,.

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Juft fuch a nobleman as I ?

"Virtue, which great defects can ftifle,, May beam diftinction on a trifle ;

"And honour, with her native charms,

May beautify a coat of arms; "Realities fometimes will thrive, "E'en by appearance kept alive;

But by themselves, Gules, Or, and Fez, "Are cyphers, neither more or less:

Keep both thy head and hands from crimes,. "Be honeft in the worst of times:

"Health's on my countenance imprefs'd,
"And fweet content's my daily guest,

"My fame alone I build on this,
"And Garter King at Arms may kiss.".

A STORY of a COCK and a BULL..

YE

ES- we excell in arts and arms,

In learning's lore and beauty's charms.
The feas wide empire we engrofs,
All nations hail the British cross;