A hare, who in a civil way,
Comply'd with ev'ry thing, like Gay,
Was known by all the bestial train
That haunt the wood or graze the plain.
Her care was, never to offend,
And ev'ry creature was her friend.
As forth she went at early dawn,
To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn,
Behind she hears the hunter's cries,
And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies.
She starts, she stops, she pants for breath;
She hears the near advance of death;
She doubles to mislead the hound,
And measures back her mazy round;
Till, fainting in the public way,
Half dead with fear she gasping lay.
What transport in her bosom grew,
When first the horse appear'd in view!
"Let me," says she," your back ascend,
And owe my safety to a friend.
You know my feet betray my flight;
To friendship every burden's light"

The horse reply'd," Poor honest puss,
It grieves my heart to see thee thus.
Be comforted; relief is near,
For all your friends are in the rear."

She next the stately bull implor'd:
And thus reply'd the mighty lord;
"Since ev'ry beast alive can tell
That I sincerely wish you well,
I may, without offence, pretend

To take the freedom of a friend.
Love calls me hence; a fav'rite cow
Expects me near yon barley-mow;
And when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.
To leave you thus might seem unkind;
But see, the goat is just behind;"

The goat remark'd her pulse was high,
Her languid head, her heavy eye:
"My back," says he, "may do you harm;
The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."
The sheep was feeble, and complain'd
His sides a load of wool sustain'd:

Said he was slow, confess'd his fears;
For hounds eat sheep as well as hares.

She now the trotting calf address'd,
To save from death a friend distress'd.
"Shall I," says he," of tender age,
In this important care engage?
Older and abler pass'd you by;
How strong are those! how weak am I!
Should I presume to bear you hence,
Those friends of mine may take offence.
Excuse me then. You know my heart,
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
How shall we all lament! Adieu:
For see the hounds are just in view."

THE FATHER AND JUPITER.

The man to Jove his suit preferr'd; He begg'd a wife: his prayer was heard Jove wonder'd at his bold addressing; For how precarious is the blessing!

A wife he takes. And now for heirs Again he worries heav'n with pray'rs. Jove nods assent. Two hopeful boys And a fine girl reward his joys.

Now, more solicitous he grew,
And set their future lives in view;
He saw that all respect and duty

Were paid to wealth, to pow'r, and beauty.
"Once more," he cries, "accept my pray'r;
Make my lov'd progeny thy care.
Let my first hope, my fav'rite boy,
All Fortune's richest gifts enjoy.
My next with strong ambition fire:
May favour teach him to aspire,
Till he the step of pow'r ascend,
And courtiers to their idol bend.
With ev'ry grace, with every charm,
My daughter's perfect features arm:
If Heav'n approve, a father's bless'd'
Joye smiles, and grants his fuil request.
The first, a miser at the heart,
Studious of ev'ry griping art,

Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain,
And all his life devotes to gain.

He feels no joy, his cares increase,
He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace;
In fancy'd want, a wretch complete,
He starves, and yet he dares not eat.

The next to sudden honours grew:
The thriving art of courts he knew:
He reach'd the height of pow'r and place,
Then fell, the victim of disgrace.

Beauty with early bloom supplies
His daughter's cheek, and paints her eyes.
The vain coquette each suit disdains,
And glories in her lovers' pains.

With age she fades, each lover flies,
Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies.
When Jove the father's grief survey'd,
And heard him heav'n and fate upbraid,
Thus spoke the god: "By outward show,
Men judge of happiness and woe:
Shall ignorance of good and ill
Dare to direct th' eternal will?
Seek virtue; and, of that possess'd,
To Providence resign the rest."

ENIGMAS, &c.

ENIGMA 1.

WHEN night in falling dew descends,
And wraps the shadowy plain;
When sleep his balmy influence lends,
Begins my tranquil reign.

Far from the giddy haunts of men
Is fix'd my calm abode,

Deep in some lone embowered glen,
By human foot untrod.

For such the injustice of mankind,
Though ne'er by me annoy'd,
Whene'er my close retreat they find
I'm broken and destroy'd.

To every place of gay resort
I entrance seek in vain,
Nor to the senate, nor the court
Admittance can I gain.

But to complete my hapless fate,
The ladies are my foes;

Where'er I come, with deadly hate,
My entrance they oppose.

And much I fear, through this disguise
When once my name they've trac'd,
With one accord they'll quickly rise
And drive me out in haste.

ENIGMA 2.

Again your humble servant comes,
Sound your trumpets, beat your drums,
For I'm of the warlike race,
And in battle's front have place.

When my brazen jaws expand
Thousands drop by sea and land;
Such combustibles I gorge,
That protect our sovereign George.
I my lightning spread around
Just before the mighty sound
That proclaims the fatal ill,
Which old Albion's enemies kill.

Mark me when I shake the earth,
Outrage, slaughter, pain, and death,
With a thousand ills pursue,

That make the sons of discord rue.

ENIGMA 3.

Ye sages profound,

For wisdom renown'd,

Know, we never exist in the light,
In the day we are found,

In the dark too abound,

But never were seen in the night.

ENIGMA 4.

Produc'd between a haggard pair, An offspring beautiful and fair;

As soon as it comes it wants to be fed,

You must nurse it up close in a warm little bed;

Give it plenty of air, physicians allow,

It will make it grow faster than milk from the cow;

Pray shut your doors fast, or else without doubt,
If its nurse chance to leave it 'twill surely go out:
It goes to the tavern as soon as it's light,
And there it remains sometimes till midnight:
With eating you'd think it would never suffice;
Give it plenty of liquor it drinks till it dies;

It smokes with the king, and it smokes with the peasant;
And to it their society's equally pleasant;

It smok'd with old Homer, that excellent bard,
But Diogenes prov'd for it rather too hard;
And yet I have heard it was in his plan,

When he went to search out for a good honest man.

REBUS 1.1

Just under your nose, if you transpose it right,
The part of a foot will appear to your sight.

REBUS 2.

A prophet's name transpose with care, 'Twill plainly show what all men are.

REBUS 3.

My first, fair ladies, you must choose
One of the nine, who's call'd a muse;
The founder of idolatry

Must be the next, if we agree;
What we all hope for when we die,
(And you hope for, as well as I :)
A bird sequester'd from the race,
And after him all other's chase;
A Trojan warrior, famous then,
Who by his son at last was slain;
A plant that does in China grow;
And last a quadrupedal show :
Th' initials join'd you soon will see,
A D--shire town which pleases me.

CHARADE 1.

In search of prey at midnight hour
My first his den forsakes;

Priz'd by some beauteous fair my next

An envy'd lot partakes :

My whole in speckled robe attir'd,

Where careless wild-flowers bloom;

Oft for its native grace admir'd,

Receives an early tomb.