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THE 

FABLES OF JOHN GAY 




WITH 



H3i0grap{jtcal anfc Critical Entrotmction 
anti 33ibh'0jjvap!)i'cal 



EDITED BY 

W. H. KEARLEY WRIGHT, F.R,HiST,Soc, 

BOROUGH LIBRARIAN, PLYMOUTH. 



A NEW EDITION, 

WITH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX DRAWINGS 
BY WILLIAM HARVEY. 





LONDON AND NEW YORK: 
FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. 

1889, 



ILLUSTRATIONS ENGRAVED BY DALZIEL BROTHERS. 



TO 

HIS HIGHNESS 

W I L L I A M, 

DUKE OF CUMBERLAND, 

THESE NEW FABLES, 

INVENTED FOE HIS AMUSEMENT, 

AEE HUMBLY DEDICATED 

BY 
HIS HIGHNESS'S 

MOST FAITHFUL AND 

MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT, 

JOHN GAY. 







CONTENTS. 



Page 
PREFACE ix 

LIFE OF GAY, WITH NOTICES OF HIS WORKS . , 11 



TABLE OF FABLES-FIRST SERIES. 
INTRODUCTION TO THE FABLES. THE SHEPHERD AND THE 
PHILOSOPHER 55 

I. To Us Highness William, Duke of Cum berlandTim 

LION, THE TIGER, AND THE TRAVELLER . . 59 

II. THE SPANIEL AND THE CHAMELEON . . 63 

+ 

III. THE MOTHER, THE NURSE. AND THE FAIRY . . 66 
IV. THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF ANIMALS. . 69 

V. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM 72 

VI. THE MISER AND PLUTUS 74 

VII. THE LION, THE Fox, AND THE GEESE. ... 77 

VIII. THE LADY AND THE WASP 80 

IX. THE BULL AND THE MASTIFF 83 

X. THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER ... 85 
XT. THE PEACOCK, THE TURKEY, AND THE GOOSE. . 89 

XII. CUPID, HYMEN, AND PLUTUS 92 

XIII. THE TAME STAG 95 

XIV. THE MONKEY WHO HAD SEEN THE WORLD . . 97 
XV. THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE PHEASANTS. . . 100 

XVI. THE PIN AND THE NEEDLE 103 

XV1L THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF . 106 



VI CONTENTS. 

Fable Page 

XVIII. THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY AND 

EVERYBODY 108 

XIX. THE LION AND THE CUB 112 

XX. THE OLD HEN AND THE COCK . . . .114 

XXI. THE RATCATCHER AND CATS . . . .117 

XXII. THE GOAT WIHOUT A BEARD .... 120 

XXIII. THE OLD WOMAN AND HER CATS . . .123 

XXIV. THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL . . .126 

XXV. THE SCOLD AND THE PARROT .... 129 

XXVI. THE CUR AND THE MASTIFF . . . .132 

XXVII. THE SICK MAN AND THE ANGEL ... 134 

XXVIII. THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, AND THE CLOUD . 137 

XXIX THE Fox AT THE POINT OF DEATH . . .140 

XXX. THE SETTING DOG AND THE PARTRIDGE . . 143 

XXXI. THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION . . . .146 

XXXII. THE Two OWLS AND THE SPARROW . . .149 

XXXIII. THE COURTIER AND PROTEUS . . . .152 

XXXIV. THE MASTIFF 155 

XXXV. THE BARLEY-MOW AND THE DUNGHILL . . 158 

XXXVI. PYTHAGORAS AND THE COUNTRYMAN . . 160 

XXXVII. THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE RAVEN . . 163 

XXXVIII. THE TURKEY AND THE ANT . . . .166 

XXXIX. THE FATHER AND JUPITER .... 168 

XL. THE Two MONKEYS 171 

XLI. THE OWL AND THE FARMER . . . .174 

XLII. THE JUGGLERS 176 

XLI 1 1. THE COUNCIL OF HORSES 180 

XLIV. THE HOUND AND THE HUNTSMAN . . .183 
XL V. THE POET AND THE ROSE 185 

XLVI. THE CUR, THE HORSE, AND THE SHEPHERD'S 

DOG . . 187 



CONTENTS. Vli 

Fable Page 

XLVII. THE COURT OF DEATH 189 

XLVIIT. THE GARDENER AND THE HOG . . . .192 

XLIX. THE MAN AND THE FLEA 195 

L. THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS . . 198 



TABLE OF FABLES-SECOND SERIES. 
I. THE DOG AND THE Fox. To a Lawyer . . .203 

II. THE VULTURE, THE SPARROW, AND OTHER BIRDS. 

To a Friend in the Country ..... 208 

III. THE BABOON AND THE POULTRY. To a Levee- 
Hunter . . . .213 

IV. THE ANT IN OFFICE. To a Friend . . . .218 

V. THE BEAR IN A BOAT. To a Coxcomb ... 221 

VI. THE SQUIRE AND HIS CUR. To a Country Gentleman 229 

VII. THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER. To Myself . . 236 

VIII. THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY. To 

my Native Country 242 

IX. THE JACKAL, LEOPARD, AND OTHER BEASTS. To a 

Modern Politician 248 

X. THE DEGENERATE BEES. To the Rev. Dr. Swift, 

Dean of St. Patrick's 253 

XI. THE PACK-HORSE AND THE CARRIER. To a Young 

Nobleman 257 

XII. PAN AND FORTUNE. To a Young Heir . . .261 

XIII. PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME 266 

XIV. THE OWL, THE SWAN, THE COCK, THE SPIDER, THE 

Ass, AND THE FARMER. To a Mother . . 273 

XV. THE COOK-MAID, THE TURNSPIT, AND THE Ox. To 

a poor Man 279 

XVI. THE RAVENS, THE SEXTON, AND THE EARTH-WORM. 

To Laura 284 

XVII. SUPPLEMENTARY FABLE, AY AND No . . .290 



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CONTENTS. 



APPENDIX. 

PREFATORY NOTE TO THE BIBLIOGRAPHY . . 

CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF THE EDITIONS OF THE 
FABLES, AND OF THE WORKS CONTAINING 



Page 
295 



THE FABLES 299 




PREFACE. 



COMPARATIVELY few words are necessary to introduce this 
volume to the public through the medium of the Chandos 
Classics, The popularity of these "Fables" has been 
proved by the numerous editions which have appeared 
from time to time in this and other countries. 

Apart from the "Fables" themselves, this volume 
contains a fuller biographical notice than has previously 
been issued, in which the writer has taken advantage of 
many interesting facts which have recently come to light 
in connection with Gay's life and works; he has in- 
corporated in the sketch some valuable and interesting 
statements made at Barnstaple, on the occasion of the 
bi-centenary of Gay's birth in that town. Also for the 
first time in any complete biography, a correct statement 
appears as to the date of the poet's birth, previous writers 
having accepted an erroneous statement on this point. 
One other important feature of this work is the Biblio- 
graphical Appendix, which contains, as far as possible, 
a record of all the editions of the fables known. That 
it may be incomplete is quite within the bounds of proba- 
bility, as new editions are being frequently brought under 
the writer's notice. But the list here given includes all the 
entries in the British Museum printed catalogue, and 
many others, copies of which the British Museum does not 
appear to possess, but which are in the writer's own 
collection. In connection with the Bibliography, the 



X PREFACE. 

writer is indebted to the kind assistance of Dr. K. 
Garnett, of the British Museum ; Dr. T. K Brushfield, of 
Budleigh Salterton ; the Eev. J. Ingle Dredge, of Buck- 
land Brewer ; to Mr. Austin Dobson, editor of the latest 
edition of the "Fables"; and to several of the leading 
publishers with whom he has been in communication. On 
biographical matters some valuable hints have been 
received from Mr. J. R Chanter, of Barnstaple, who was 
one of the chief promoters of the " Gay Bicentennial " 
at Barnstaple, in 1885. In the preparation of the 
biography many authorities have been consulted, and the 
opinions of various writers given upon Gay's works in 
general. 

In conclusion we have not introduced here an essay on 
Fable, for the simple reason that this and many other 
points will be found amply treated in the Life and 
notices of the Works of our author. 

W. H. K. WRIGHT. 

Plymouth, July, 1889. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY, 

WITH 

NOTICES OF HIS WORKS. 



THE materials for a biography of John Gay are not very 
abundant, and, what little there was, has been for the 
most part included in the various memoirs which have from 
time to time been published with his works. Amongst 
the most noticeable sketches of the life of Gay may be 
mentioned that by E. Curl, published in 1733, the year 
after the poet's death ; another, by the Rev. William 
Coxe, published at Salisbury in 1796, as an introduction to 
the " Fables," and several times re-published ; Dr. John- 
son's "Life of Gay," included in "Lives of the Poets," 
which has been frequently published with the author's col- 
lected works as well as in connection with the ' Fables." 

Another biography, having the stamp of family authority, 
appeared in 1820, in the little work called " Gay's Chair." 
This was written by the Rev. Joseph Bailer, the poet's 
nephew. 

In previous editions of these "Fables," issued by the 
present publishers, appeared a short memoir by the Rev. 
Octavius Freire Owen; another memoir is attached to 
the edition of the " British Poets," edited by the 
Rev. George Gillfillan ; some critical notes appear 
in Thackeray's "English Humorists," and the latest 
memoir that by Austin Dobson appeared as late 
as 1882. 

The latter writer begins his memoir with the statement 
that " No material addition, in the way of supplementary 
information, can now be made to the frequently reprinted 
* Life of Gay,' in Johnson's ' Poets,' or to the genial and 
kindly sketch in Thackeray's 'English Humorists.' " 

Recent investigations have, however, brought to light 
some further particulars, which we shall endeavour to in- 
corporate with this, the latest effort to furnish a true and 
reliable biography of the talented author of the " Fables." 

In the first place all his biographers, from Curl to 
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12 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

Dobson, erroneously state that Gay was born in 1688, 
instead of 1685. It was left to some enthusiastic natives 
of Barnstaple to correct this error, which they did by 
bringing to light the entry of his baptism in the parish 
register of the old church of that town. From this it 
appears that he was baptized at Barnstaple on the 16th of 
September, 1685. This discovery was made public at the 
celebration of the bicentenary of the poet's birth at Barn- 
staple, in 1885, when an interesting ceremony took place 
in that town. 

As to the place of the poet's birth, considerable doubt 
has existed, and still exists in the minds of some. 
Although the people of Barnstaple claim Gay as a native 
of that town, because of the entry in the parish register, 
yet there is no proof that he was not born at some village 
or homestead not far distant, and brought into the town 
to be baptized. One writer says he was born at Exeter, 
another specifies Torrington, a third names Frithelstock, 
others cite Barnstaple ; while the latest theory is that he 
was born in the parish of Landkey (Newlands), near 
Barnstaple. This theory is founded upon some lines 
which appear in one of Gay's poems, entitled "A Devon 
shire Hill," first published in the little work already 
mentioned " Gay's Chair." These lines are as follows : 

" But the hill of all hills, the most pleasing to me, 
Is famed Cotton,* the pride of North Devon; 
When its summit I climb, 0, I then seem to be 

Just as if I approached nearer heaven ! 
When with troubles depress' d to this hill I repair, 

My spirits then instantly rally ; 
It was near this bless'd spot, I first drew vital air, 
So a hill I prefer to a valley." 

Gay, it appears, sprang from a very old and influential 
family, several generations of whom had resided at Golds- 
worthy, in Parkham, Devon, while from the latter part 
of the sixteenth century, until the early portion of the 
present century, the Gays were located at Frithelstock. 
Gay was the youngest of five children. His mother died 
94, when the lad was about eight years old. In the 

1 Cotton Hill, near Barnstaple. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 13 

following year he lost his father, when it appears that an 
uncle, Thomas, who resided at Barnstaple, undertook the 
education of the orphans. 

It does not appear that the Gays were ill provided for ; 
in fact, it would seem that their pecuniary circumstances 
were moderately good. The house in Joy Street, at the 
end of High Street, called the Eed Cross, belonged to the 
Gay family, and presumably to the poet's father. The 
poet being the younger son, was, in accordance with 
a frequent practice of that time, apprenticed to a 
mercer in London. John Gay was educated at the 
Grammar School, Barnstaple, becoming a pupil of Mr. 
Rayner, then head master, but this gentleman shortly after 
removing to Tiverton, his place was supplied by Mr. 
Robert Luck, under whose tuition Gay continued some 
time and made considerable progress. 

It is more than probable that Gay first exhibited his 
fondness for literary pursuits while at this school, and in 
fact a gentleman who had been Gay's schoolfellow, stated 
that his first poetical effort was in consequence of one of 
his playmates shooting a swallow in Barnstaple churchyard. 

It appears also that Mr. Luck's pupils were in the habit 
of performing plays at stated seasons, and that copies of 
verses are still extant (some of them in Latin), which 
were recited on these occasions, with prologues and 
epilogues that were spoken by the scholars ; but whether 
young Gay was the author of any of these, or ever 
exhibited his talent in this way is not known. Mr. Luck 
(Gay's schoolmaster) was himself a considerable versifier, 
and published a volume of poems in 1736. In the 
preface to this volume the author says : " This Candour I 
shall hope, because I have endeavour'd to deserve it, from 
those gentlemen, whom I have had the honour to educate. 
They ought (I think) to read my performances as 
favourably as I examin'd theirs. One of that number, 
now a great, and (what is more valuable) a very good man, 
will forgive the liberty I take to print his Translation of 
the 15th Ode of Hor. Epod. done by him when young 
under my care. I read it then with too much pleasure 
ever to forget it. ? Tis to gratify his modesty I conceal 



14 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

his name." Although there is no actual evidence to 
prove that the master was referring to Gay, his old 
pupil, yet the suggestion to the mind is very strong, 
the only objection being that whereas Gay died in 1732, 
Mr. Luck's book did net appear until 1736, and it is only 
natural to suppose that the master would have made some 
more distinct reference to the pupil who had by that time 
won all his literary laurels. It is singular to note that 
the only actual reference to Gay to be found in Mr. Luck's 
book, occurs in "The Female Phaeton," addressed to the 
Duke of Queensberry and Dover Gay's great patron. 

" Queensberry ! cou'd happy Gay 

This off'ring to thee bring, 
Tis his, my lord (he'd, smiling, say), 
Who taught your Gay to sing." 

A very interesting relic of Gay's school days has recently 
come to light. The ancient oak fittings of some of the 
original pews of the old church at Barnstaple, having been 
found hidden under some modern surface of thin deal 
or cloth, one of these was found defaced by names cut 
over it. These boards were mostly broken up in getting 
out, but one piece, which had two names and a date, 1695, 
was preserved, and is as follows : 




The above is a facsimile taken from a rubbing of the 
identical fragment now preserved in the Barnstaple 
Athenaeum, There is no reason to doubt that this John 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 15 

Gay was the poet, and if the date refers to him, he 
would then have been ten years old the age when boys 
generally do such things. The pew may have been the 
seat of grammar school boys, on which they amused them- 
selves during the sermon by cutting their names. 

Gay was certainly a true student, and well grounded in 
the classics ; and Mr. Austin Dobson observes on this point 
that there is still preserved in the " Forster Library," at 
South Kensington, a large paper copy of Maittaire's 
"Horace" (Tonson and Watts, 1715), which contains 
Gay's autograph, and is copiously annotated in his beauti- 
ful handwriting. " This of itself," says Mr. Dobson, 
"should be sufficient to refute the aspersions cast upon 
his scholarship by a recent critic of Swift ; for it affords 
certain evidence that, even at twenty-seven and perhaps 
at a much later period he w r as a diligent student of the 
charming lyrist and satirist, who, above all others, com- 
mends himself to the attention of idle men." 

Gay was sent to London, and bound apprentice to a 
mercer; but a shop confinement, the chatter of women 
customers, and lying, in a double sense, behind the 
compter, were fatigues he could not by any means brook, 
and he writes thus in a complaint to his friend Mr. Pope ; 

"Long in the noisy Town I've been immur'd, 
Respir'd in Smoke, and all its cares endur'd ; 
Where News and Politicks divide Mankind, 
And Schemes of State involve th' nneasy mind ; 
Faction embroils the World, and ev'ry Tongue 
Is moved by Flatt'ry, or with Scandal hung. 
Friendship, for Sylvan Shades, the Palace flies, 
Where all must yield to Int 'rest's dearer ties ; 
Each rival Machiavel with Envy burns, 
And Honesty forsakes them all by turns ; 
While Calumny upon each Party's thrown, 
Which both promote, and both alike disown. 
Fatigu'd at last : a calm Retreat I chose, 
And sooth'd my harrass'd Mind with s\veet Repose ; 
Where Fields, and Shades, and the refreshing Clime, 
Inspire the Sylvan Song and prompt my Rhlme." 1 

Whatever may have been the cause, Gay suffered from 
the unwonted confinement to which he was subjected in 

l Rural Sports : a Georgic. Address to Mr. Pope. 



16 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

London, and was compelled to give up his situation and 
return to Devonshire, where his native air soon recruited 
his powers. He stayed awhile at the house of his uncle, 
his mother's brother, Kev. John Hanmer, the Noncom- 
formist minister of the town. After a few months' resi- 
dence in the hospitable home of his uncle, his health being 
restored, he returned again to London. This was, it 
appears, his last visit to Barnstaple, though not to Devon- 
shire. 

Gay's natural genius for poetry soon developed itself, 
as he does not appear to have at first sought or obtained 
any regular employment, but lived for the most part as a 
private gentleman, and thus he had plenty of time to 
follow the bent of his inclinations. 

As far as can be ascertained, his earliest published 
poem was entitled "Wine," this being produced in 1708. 
It is to be found in an edition of Gay's poetical works, 
published in Edinburgh in 1777, and, we believe, this was 
its first appearance in any collected edition, for it was not 
included in the celebrated quarto edition of 1720. Ap- 
pended to the poem is the following note : " In a letter 
from Aaron Hill to Mr. Savage, published in the former's 
works, Vol. I., 339, speaking of Mr. Gay, he has these 
words, ' That poem you speak of, called Wine, he 
printed in the year 1710, as I remember. I am sure I 
have one amongst my pamphlets. I will look for it and 
send it to you, if it will be of use or satisfaction to any 
gentleman of your acquaintance.' " This is the piece Mr. 
Hill mentions, and it is here printed from a copy of the 
original edition. 

In 1712, Gay was appointed secretary to the Duchess 
of Monmouth, 1 and this post gave him, we presume, a 
sufficient emolument and the coveted leisure for the con- 
tinuance of his literary pursuits. He soon became well 
known to the leading literary men of the time, and formed 
the acquaintance of several great men, as well as of the 
most eminent wits and poets of the age, such as Addison, 

1 Lafly Mary Scot, daughter and heiress of the Duke of Buccleuch- 
widow of the unfortunate Duke of Monmouth, natural son of Charles II, 
who was beheaded in the reign of James II. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 17 

Sir Richard Steele, Dean Purcell, Pope, Swift, and 
others. 

In 1712 he contributed a translation of one of Ovid's 
" Metamorphoses," first published in the famous "Rape of 
the Lock '' volume of Lintot's " Miscellaneous Poems and 
Translations," and afterwards incorporated in Garth's 
Ovid the noble folio volume, published by Tonson in 
1727. Gay's production will be found in Book ix. of 
this edition. 

Having made the acquaintance of Pope, he dedicated 
to him his *' Rural Sports : a Georgic," a few lines of 
which have been already quoted. This was first published 
in 1713. Pope was evidently well pleased with this 
attention on the part of the aspiring poet, and from this 
time the two men contracted a close friendship, which 
lasted till death. 

Gay evinced, in "Rural Sports," a considerable know- 
ledge of country life, and gave a very accurate description 
of those manly sports and exercises which were then very 
much in vogue, and in which it may be inferred he him- 
self was skilled. His advice to the disciples of Walton is 
a case in point : 

" You must not every worm promiscuous use : 
Judgment will tell thee proper bait to choose : 
The worm that draws a long immoderate size 
The trout abhors, and the rank morsel flies ; 
And if too small, the naked fraud's in sight, 
And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. 
Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains 
Whose polish'd tails a shining yellow stains ; 
Cleanse them from filth, to give a tempting gloss, 
Cherish the sullied reptile race with moss ; 
Amid the verdant bed they thrive, they toil, 
And from their bodies wipe their native soil. " 

Besides this, his descriptions of country scenes are full 
of poetry and a thorough appreciation of the beauties of 
nature. 

This work was quickly followed by another, "The 
Mohocks : A Tragi-Comical Farce," which, according to 
the title-page, was to have been acted near the Watch 
House in Covent Garden. Although published in 1712, 
it was never put upon the stage. The subject of the 

2 



18 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

piece^ was an exposition of the doings of a set of mis- 
chievous young men, who were distinguished by the title 
" Mohocks." 1 

These miscreants, on the presumption of their being 
protected by rank or fortune from punishment for their 
errors, used to maltreat every inoffensive person whom 
they met abroad, under the idea of frolic. 

These prowlers were thus referred to by Gay in another 
of his works, "Trivia," Book III.: 

" Now is the Time that Rakes their Revells keep; 
Kindlers of Riot, Enemies of Sleep. 
His scatter'd Pence the flying Nicker* flings. 
And with the Copper Show'rs the casement rings, 
Who has not heard the Scowrer's Midnight Fame ? 
Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name ? 
Was there a Watchman took his hourly Rounds, 
Safe from their Blows, or new-invented Wounds ? 
I pass their desp'rate Deeds, and Mischiefs done 
Where from Snow-hill black sleepy Torrents run ; 
How Matrons, hoop'd within the Hogshead's Womb, 
Were tumbled furious thence, the rolling Tomb 
O'er the Stones thunders, bounds from Side to Side, 
So Reguius to save his Country dy'd. " 

Gay's poem, u The Fan," in three books, was probably 
published in the early part of the year 1713, for Pope, in 
a letter dated August 23rd of that year, says, "I am 
very much recreated and refreshed with the news of 
the advancement of ' The Fan,' which I doubt not will 
delight the eye and sense of the fair, so long as that agree- 
able machine shall play in the hands of posterity. I am 
glad your ' Fan ' is mounted so soon, but I would have 
you varnish and glaze it at your leisure, and polish the 
sticks as much as you can. You may then cause it to be 
borne in the hands of both sexes, no less in England 
than in China, where it is ordinary for a mandarin to 
fan himself cool after a debate, and a statesman to hide 
his face with it while he tells a grave lie." 

Gay's first attempt at dramatic writing was in "The 

1 Mohock. A class of ruffian who at one time infested the streets of 
London. So called from the Indian Mohawks. One of their " new inven- 
tions" was to roll persons down Snow Hill in a tub ; another was to over- 
turn coaches on rubbish heaps. 

2 Gentlemen, who delighted to break windows with half-pence. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 19 

Wife of Bath," first acted at the Theatre Koyal, Drury 
Lane, in 1713. Although it proved a failure, he was not 
discouraged by his want of success, but steadily pursued 
the course which he had mapped out for himself, and 
wherein he afterwards gained so much fame. This piece 
was altered and revised by the author in 1730, and again 
put upon the stage, but with no better success ; in fact, it 
received worse treatment from the audience than at its 
first production, notwithstanding the author's reputation 
had become considerably enhanced by later works. 

Gay's position of ease in the household of the Duchess 
of Monmouth was, however, of short duration, for in June 
1714, we find him writing to Swift, "I am quite off with 
the Duchess of Monmouth," andArbuthnot informs Swift, 
" the Duchess has turned him off, which I am afraid will 
make the poor man's condition worse instead of better," 

But the loss of one influential friend, was, in this case, 
the gain of others, for he now came under the notice of 
two great patrons of letters, Oxford and Bolingbroke, who, 
at the recommendation of Swift and Arbuthnot, extended 
their favours to him in a very practical manner. His 
Pastorals were printed at the express desire of Lord 
Bolingbroke, to whom he had shown them in manuscript. 
He himself refers to this in his dedication 

" Lo I, who erst beneath a tree 
Sung Bumkinet and Bowzybee, 
And Blowzelind and Marian hight, 
In apron blue or apron white, 
Now write my sonnets in a book, 
For my good Lord of Bolingbroke. 
* * * * 

With whose fair name I'll deck my strain ; 
St. John right courteous to the swain. 
For thus he told me on a day, 
Trim are thy Sonnets, gentle Gay ! 
And, certes, mirth it were to see 
Thy joyous madrigals twice three, 
With preface meet and notes profound, 
Imprinted fair, and well y-bound, 
All suddenly then home I sped, 
And did ev'n as my Lord had said. " 

This work "The Shepherd's Week," was written, it is 
supposed, at the suggestion of Pope, who was at the time 

2 2 



20 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

engaged in a literary feud with Steele and other writers 
on the merits of the pastoral style of poetry. Steele, 
in some papers contributed to the Guardian, had praised 
Ambrose Philips, as the pastoral writer of his time. 
Pope, who had himself published pastorals, not to be 
outdone, not only drew up a comparison of his own works 
with those of Philips, but incited Gay to write in the 
same strain, and to show, that if it be necessary to copy 
nature with minuteness, rural life must be treated in the 
same way, and exhibited in its ordinary every-day garb : 
and with all the grossness which is its chief characteristic. 
This purpose was well carried out in the "Shepherd's 
Week," although it was somewhat marred in its object by 
the Proem, which was written in an obsolete style of 
language, more akin to the romantic pastorals which it 
was intended to satirize. However, these pastorals became 
highly popular, and were read with delight by many who 
did not care a jot for the cause in dispute, but who 
regarded them as fair pictures of the rural life of the 
period. 

About this period Gay was made secretary to the Earl 
of Clarendon, then ambassador to the Court of Hanover, 
a position from which he hoped to obtain great and 
speedy advancement. Gay's circumstances were at this 
time so low that, having obtained the position, he had 
not the means to furnish himself as became the appoint- 
ment. In this difficulty he addressed what he calls 
"The Epigrammatical Petition of John Gay," to Lord 
Oxford, the Lord Treasurer : 

" I'm no more to converse with the swains, 

But go where fine people resort : 
One can live without money on plains, 

But never without it at court. 
If, when with the swains I did gambol, 

I array'd me in silver and blue ; 
When abroad, and in courts, I shall ramble, 

Pray, my lord, how much money will do ? " 

Arbuthnot, in a letter to Swift, refers to the same when 
he says : " You know that Gay goes to Hanover, and my 
Lord Treasurer has promised to equip him. Monday is 
the day of departure ; and he is now dancing attendance 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 21 

for money to buy him shoes, stockings, and linen." The 
result of this appeal was the receipt of one hundred 
pounds from the Treasury, with which Gay went away 
happy, in the brighter prospects which seemed to be dawn- 
ing upon him, One of his letters from Hanover, to his 
friend Swift, dated August the 16th, 1714, is full of 
characteristic passages, " You remember, I suppose," he 
says, " that I was to write you abundance of letters from 
Hanover ; but as one of the most distinguishing qualities 
of a politician is secrecy, you must not expect from me 
any arcanas of State, There is another thing that is 
necessary to establish the character of a politician ; which 
is, to seem always to be full of affairs of State ; to know 
the consultations of the cabinet council when at the 
same time all his politics are collected from newspapers. 
Which of these two causes my secrecy is owing to, I leave 
you to determine. There is yet one thing more, that is 
extremely necessary for a foreign minister, which he can 
no more be without than an artizan without his terms ; I 
mean, the terms of his art. I call it an art or science, 
because I think the King of France hath established an 
academy to instruct the young Machiavellians of his 
country in the deep and profound science of politics. To 
the end that I might be qualified for an employment of 
this nature, and not only be qualified myself, but (to 
speak in the style of Sir John Falstaff) be the cause of 
qualifications in others., I have made it my business to 
read memoirs, treaties, &c. And as a dictionary of law 
terms is thought necessary for young beginners, so I 
thought a dictionary of terms of State would be no less 
useful for young politicians. The terms of politics being 
not so numerous as to swell into a volume, especially in 
time of peace (for in time of war all the terms of fortifica- 
tion are included), I thought fit to extract them in the 
same manner, for the benefit of young practitioners as a 
famous author hath compiled his learned treatise of the 
law, called the 'Doctor and Student.' I have not made 
any great progress in this piece ; but, however, I will just 
give you a specimen of it, which will make you in the 
same manner a judge of the design and nature of this 



22 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

treatise." Then follows a dialogue between the Politician 
and the Student, which is full of shrewd suggestions and 
witty sayings. 

During his short stay at Hanover, Gay attracted the 
notice of the Electoral Princess, afterwards Queen Caroline, 
who asked him for a copy of his poems ; but, alas ! he had 
not one to bestow, which caused Arbuthnot to remark, 
" Is he not a true poet who had not one of his books to 
give the Princess, who asked for one 1 " Gay was again 
disappointed in his hopes of preferment, for the death of 
Queen Anne caused the withdrawal of Lord Clarendon 
from the embassy at Hanover, which had only lasted 
fifteen days, and he returned to London in greater straits 
than ever. According to Swift, the change in the poet's 
fortune was chiefly due to the fact that he had dedicated 
his " Shepherd's Week " to Bolingbroke, who was not in 
favour with the new monarch. 

Gay was, however, equal to the occasion, and, acting 
either upon his own instincts or upon the promptings of 
his friend, Pope, he did his best to improve the occasion 
and write himself in favour with the Court. He accord- 
ingly wrote a " Poetical Epistle to a Lady," occasioned by 
the arrival of Her Royal Highness (the Princess of Wales), 
in which occurs the following plaintive appeal : 

" I left the Muses to frequent the Court ; 
Pensive each night, from room to room I walk'd, 
To one I bow'd, and with another talk'd ; 
Enquir'd what news, or such a Lady's name, 
And did the next day, and the next the same. 
Places I found, were daily giv'n away, 
And yet no friendly Gazette mentioned Gay. 
I ask'd a Friend what method to pursue : 
He cry'd I want a Place as well as you. 
Another ask'd me, why I had not writ ; 
A Poet owes his Fortune to his Wit. 
Strait I reply'd with what a Courtly Grace, 
Flows easy Verse from Him that has a place ! 
Had Virgil ne'er at Court improv'd his Strains, 
He still had sung of Flocks and homely Swains ; 
And had not Horace sweet Preferment found, 
The Roman Lyre had never learnt to sound." 

"This seems to have obtained for him some transient 
favour, for both the Prince and Princess went to see his 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 23 

play * What d'ye call it,' first acted at Dmry Lane, in 
1715. This ingenious and entertaining little piece, which 
is to this day (1782) frequently performed, is an inoffensive 
and good-natured burlesque on the absurdities in some of 
the tragedies then most in favour ; particularly * Venice 
Preserved/ the principal characters in which are ridiculed 
with much humour and some justice, in the parts of 
Filbert, Peascod, and Kitty Carrol. There is great 
originality in the manner of it, great poetry in the 
language, and true satire in the conduct of it, on which 
accounts, though it may be ' caviare to the multitude,' it 
will ever be sure to please the better few." 1 This 
piece became so popular that it excited the eiiv^i 
of the playwrights, and provoked a reply which was, 
written by Messrs. Theobald and Griffin, entitled 
"The Key to the What d'ye call iH" In this, as 
Gay declared, he was called a blockhead, and Mr. Pope 
a knave. 

His next work " Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the 
Streets of London," which appeared in 1716, was of a 
totally different character, and gained him a more solid 
reputation. On this work, next to his " Beggar's Opera " 
and " Fables " his fame may be said to rest. Gay, in the 
advertisement to the first edition, owned to having received 
several hints from Dr. Swift. The poem is a very 
readable one, and gives a very close and accurate 
picture of the street life of London in the early part of the 
last century, thus doing for the city what in his 
"Shepherd's Week" he had previously done for the 
country. 

This was speedily followed by another dramatic piece, 
entitled "Three Hours after Marriage." It was the joint 
production of Gay, Pope, and Arbuthnot, and was brought 
out at Drury Lane in 1717. It was, however, deservedly 
censured, and its authors met with well-merited disgrace 
at the hands of the public. It was an effort to burlesque 
Dr. Woodward, a geologist of estimable character. 
Although Gay's name appears alone on the title-page, it 
does not appear that he had very much to do with the 

1 Biographia Dramatica, p. 401. 



24 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

work, the chief characters in which were most certainly 
the creations of Pope and Arbuthnot. 

Shortly after this Gay wrote an Epistle to the Earl of 
Burlington, giving an account of a journey to Exeter, 
whither he was sent by his Lordship. This Epistle has 
many amusing incidents, and opens with Mr. Pope's 
robbing the Earl's orchard, 

" At Chiswick strips all Boughs within his reach 
The purple Vine, blue Plumb, and blushing Peach." 

At Axminster, a very diverting, adventure occurs to the 
travellers, which he thus describes : 

" We climb'd the hills, when starry night arose, 
And Axminster affords a kind repose. 
The maid, subdued by fees, her trunk unlocks, 
And gives the cleanly aid of dowlas smocks : 
Meantime our shirts her busy fingers rub, 
While the soap lathers o'er the foaming tub. 
If women's geer such pleasing dreams incite, 
Lend us your smocks, ye damsels ! every night. 
We rise, our beards demand the barber's art ; 
A female enters, and performs the part : 
The weighty golden chain adorns her neck, 
And three gold rings her skilful hand bedeck : 
Smooth o'er our chin her easy fingers move 
Soft as when Venus strok'd the beard of Jove." 

This poem was republished in the " English Illustrated 
Magazine " for 1887, with some very charming and highly 
appropriate sketches by Hugh Thomson. 

Some time during the year 1717, Gay went to Paris, 
as secretary to Mr. Pulteney, afterwards Earl of Bath. 
From hence he wrote a racy description of the "Fopperies 
of that Nation." In this short poem, Gay draws a 
beautiful picture of Fenelon's Telemachus, and concludes 
with a panegyric on England : 

" Hear all ye princes ! who the world control, 
What cares, what terrors, haunt the tyrant's soul ; 
His constant train are anger, fear, distrust. 
To be a king is to be good and just ; 
His people he protects, their rights he saves, 
And scorns to rule a wretched race of slaves. 

Happy, thrice happy, shall the monarch reign, 
Where guardian laws despotic power restrain ! 
There shall the ploughshare break the stubborn land, 
And bending harvest tire the peasant's hand : 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 25 

There Liberty her settled mansion boasts, 
There Commerce plenty brings from foreign coasts. 
O Britain ! guard thy laws, thy rights defend, 
So shall these blessings to thy sons descend ! " 

It will be seen that Gay was a Bohemian by dis- 
position, never so happy as when rambling about from 
place to place. Swift rallies Gay on this propensity : 

"If your ramble was on horseback, I am glad of it, 
upon account of your health ; but I know your arts of 
patching up a journey between stage coaches and friends' 
coaches : for you are as arrant a cockney as any hosier in 
Cheapside. One clean shirt, with two cravats, and as 
many handkerchiefs, make up your equipage ; and as for 
your night gown, it is clear from Homer, that Agamemnon 
rose without one. I have often had it in my head to put 
it into yours, that you ought to have some great work in 
scheme, which may take up seven years to finish, besides 
two or three under ones, that may add another thousand 
pound to your stock ; and then I shall be in less pain 
about you. I know you can find dinners, but then you 
love twelve-penny coaches too well, without considering 
that the interest of a whole thousand pounds brings you 
but half-a-crown a day." 

Gay's next venture was the publication of his poems by 
subscription, in two handsome quarto volumes, in 1720. 
The nature and extent of his popularity at this time may 
be gathered from the large and influential list of sub- 
scribers which accompanies the work. The success of his 
enterprise was great, for the author realized about 1,000. 
The Prince and Princess of Wales gave him very liberal 
support, the Duke of Chandos and the Earl of Burlington 
each took fifty copies, and Mr. Pulteney twenty-five. 
Gay acknowledges this substantial patronage in his 
"Epistle to Paul Methuen, Esq." : 

" Yet let me not of grievances complain, 

Who (though the meanest of the Muse's train) 
Can boast subscriptions to my humble lays, 
And mingle profit with my little praise." 

Gay being thus master of a large sum was in doubt as 
to the best means for its disposal, so he called a meeting 



26 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

of his frirnds, and solicited their advice, although in the 
end he ignored all their suggestions. Lewis, steward to 
Lord Oxford, advised him to trust it to the Funds, and 
live on the interest; Arbuthnot, to live upon the prin- 
cipal ; Pope and Swift to buy an annuity. But Gay was 
touched by the mania for speculation then rife, and pre 
ferred to sink his money in the great " South Sea Bubble." 
Gay had been presented by a friend (Secretary Craggs) 
with some South Sea Stock, and was tempted to invest 
his thousand pounds, and to believe himself in conse- 
quence to be master of a fortune of some twenty thousand 
pounds. His friends endeavoured to persuade him to sell 
his share, or at least so much as would enable him to 
purchase an annuity for life of a hundred a year, "which," 
said Elijah Fenton, "will made you sure of a clean shirt 
and a shoulder of mutton every day." But Gay was 
obdurate; he invested all his money, lost every penny, 
and sunk so low in consequence that for a time both his 
life and reason were despaired of. However, his friends 
rallied around him, Pope especially, and his health and 
spirits were soon restored. In an " Epistle " to Mr. Thomas 
Snow he has happily ridiculed his own folly in trusting 
to visionary schemes, and in disregarding the advice of 
his more wordly-wise friends : 



" thou whose penetrative wisdom found 
The South-Sea rocks and shelves, where thousands drown'd ; 
When credit sunk, and commerce gasping lay, 
Thou stood'st, nor sent'st one bill unpaid away. 
When not a guinea chink'd on Martin's boards, 
And Atwell's self was drain'd of all his hoards, 
Thou stood'st an Indian King in size and hue ; 
Thy unexhausted shop was our Peru. 
Why did Change-Alley waste thy precious hours 
Among the fools who gap'd for golden flowers ? 
No wonder if we found some poets there, 
Who live on fancy, and can feed on air ; 
No wonder they were caught by South-Sea schemes, 
Who ne'er enjoy'd a guinea but in dreams ; 
No wonder, that their third subscriptions sold 
For millions of imaginary gold ; 
No wonder that their fancies wild can frame 
Strange reasons, that a thing is still the same, 
Though chang'd throughout in substance and in name." 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 27 

Gay next published " Dione : a Pastoral Tragedy," 
which was included by him in his collected works pre- 
viously noted (1720). "This," says Dr. Johnson, "is a 
counterpart of 'Amynta' and 'Pastor Fido,' and other 
trifles of the kind, easily imitated, and unworthy of imi- 
tation. What the Italians call comedies, from a happy 
conclusion, Gay calls a tragedy, from a mournful event ; 
but the style of the Italians and of Gay is equally tragical. 
There is something in the poetical Arcadia so remote 
from known reality and speculative possibility, that we 
can never support its representation through a long work. 
A pastoral of a hundred lines may be endured ; but who 
will hear of sheep and goats, and myrtle bowers and 
purling rivulets through five acts ? " 

Several years appear to have elapsed before Gay essayed 
any further literary venture, for his next play, "The 
Captives," did not appear until 1724, when, like several 
of his previous works, it was brought out at Drury Lane. 
An amusing anecdote is told relative to this play. Mr. 
Gay had interest enough with the Princess of Wales 
(afterwards Queen Caroline) to excite the interest of Her 
Royal Highness in the new piece, and the author was 
commanded to read the play before the Court at Leicester 
House. The day was fixed, and Mr. Gay was in atten- 
dance. He waited some time in an ante-chamber, with 
the play in his hand, but being a very nervous and modest 
man, he appears to have lost his presence of mind, for 
when the door was opened into the drawing room, where 
the Princess and her ladies were seated, he was so much con- 
fused about his carriage and the necessity of making his 
proper obeisance, that he stumbled over a footstool and 
fell forwards against a heavy screen, which he knocked 
down, thus making his appearance at Court in a very 
undignified manner. Of course the ladies screamed, and 
of course a good deal of confusion ensued ; but in the end 
poor Gay was able to read his play. On this story 
Hawkes worth has founded an amusing tale in the "Ad- 
venturer," and it may possibly have originated another 
humorous piece, well known to modern reciters, entitled, 
" The Bashful Man." The play, however, had but little 



28 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

success, and again for a time Gay seems to have desisted 
from his literary labours. 

In 1723, as he himself states in a letter to Swift, he 
was appointed Commissioner of the State Lottery, which 
he calculated would be worth to him about a hundred and 
fifty pounds. He hoped, moreover, that it would have 
brought him further profit; but after holding the position 
for about two years, he lost his place, presumably on 
account of his intimacy with Bolingbroke, Swift, and 
Pulteney, and from a prejudice that Sir Robert Walpole 
had against him. 

He, however, retained the favour of the Princess, and 
at her request wrote his first series of those " Fables " 
which form the substance of this volume, and which have 
retained their popularity undiminished to the present 
time. They are, as will be seen, dedicated to the son of 
the Princess of Wales, William, the young Duke of 
Cumberland, and were first published in 1726. 

These Fables have been very much criticised, but on 
the whole they have passed through the ordeal fairly well, 
and have given pleasure to many generations of readers, 
besides enriching our language with several well krown 
proverbial sayings. Of these, the most familiar are 
" When a lady's in the case," and " Two of a trade can 
never agree." The test of their popularity may be found 
in the numerous editions that have appeared, and the fact 
that they have been translated into most of the European 
languages, and are used in India as a school-book, having 
been translated into several dialects of that country. We 
have been informed by one publisher 1 that eight different 
editions have been issued from his house, with an aggre- 
gate of no less than 28,000 copies. The latest edition 
was edited by Mr. Austin Dobson with a brief but critical 
memoir. They have also furnished material for some of 
the most skilful book- illustrations, prominent amongst 
which may be mentioned the editions containing Bewick's 
admirable sketches, and the sumptuous edition of Stock- 
dale (1793), which contains seventy illustrations by 
William Blake and others. 

1 Messrs. Longmans. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 29 

As a writer of Fables Gay stands pre-eminent amongst 
English writers, as in all the history of literature only 
four names deserve special notice besides Gay ; these are 
^Esop, Phsedrus, Pilpay, and La Fontaine : and only two 
of these wrote in verse. 

Gay wrote a second series of Fables, which were pub- 
lished after his death, in 1738; but, whereas the first 
series consisted of fifty fables, the second was only six- 
teen, one, "Ay and No," being subsequently added in 
later editions. Some interesting correspondence took 
place relative to these Fables between Gay and Swift, 
from which we make the following extracts : 

In 1732, Gay wrote: "You seemed not to approve of 
my writing more Fables. Those I am now writing have 
a prefatory discourse before each of them by way of 
epistles and the morals of them ; most are of a political 
kind, which makes them run into a greater length than 
those I have already published. Though this is a kind of 
writing that appears very easy, I find it the most difficult 
of any that I ever undertook ; after I have invented one 
fable and finished it, I despair of finding out another; 
but I have a moral or two which I wish to write upon." 

At another time he wrote : "I have almost done every- 
thing I proposed in the way of fables. I have not set the 
last hand to them. Though they will not amount to half 
the number, I believe they will make much such another 
volume as the last. I find it the most difficult task I ever 
undertook, but have determined to go through with it ; 
and, after this, I believe I shall never have courage 
enough to think any more in this way." 

Swift, to whom these letters were addressed, had him- 
self vainly attempted to write fables, for he writes to Gay 
(Dublin, July 10th, 1732): "I am glad you determine 
upon something ; there is no writing I esteem more than 
fables, nor anything so difficult to succeed in: which, 
however, you have done excellently well, and I have often 
admired your happiness in such performances, which I 
have frequently endeavoured at in vain. I remember I 
acted as you seem to hint: I found a moral first and 
studied for a fable, but could do nothing that pleased me, 



30 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

and so left off that scheme for ever. I remember one, 
which was to represent what scoundrels rise in armies by 
a long war ; wherein I supposed the lion engaged, and, 
having lost all his animals of worth, at last Sergeant Hog 
came to be a Brigadier, and Corporal Ass a Colonel, &c." 

Of Gay's Fables it may be said that they contain more 
originality of invention than those of either Phsedrus or 
La Fontaine, although they do not possess the elegant 
brevity of the one, or the captivating naivete of the other ; 
but, whereas their stories were mostly taken from preceding 
authors, Gay's are, with few exceptions, entirely original. 
His language is a model for this species of composition ; 
seldom above or below the subject : it is poetical without 
being too elevated : and familiar without being low. 

Hazlitt says: "'Gay's Fables' are certainly a work of 
great merit, both as to the quantity of invention implied, 
and as to the elegance and facility of the execution." 

Gay seems to have been the sport of adverse fate, for 
on the accession of George II., he was fully persuaded 
that his longed-for promotion would at last be realized, 
and that he would obtain some lucrative appointment 
at Court, as he was already in favour with the Royal 
Family. His hopes were strengthened, too, by a remark 
of the Queen to Mrs. Howard, afterwards Countess of 
Suffolk, in allusion to his Fable of the Hare and many 
Friends, that she herself would take up the Hare ; Her 
Majesty enjoining Mrs. Howard to remind her, on settling 
the various appointments about her person, to find some 
fitting employment for Mr. Gay. He was therefore offered 
the position of Gentleman Usher to the Princess Louise, 
a girl of two years old, with a stipend of two hundred 
a year. Gay indignantly rejected this offer, treating it as 
an insult. He writes to Swift : 

" But why should I tell you what you know already ? 
The Queen's family is at last settled ; and in the list I 
was appointed Gentleman Usher to the Princess Louise, 
the youngest Princess ; which, upon account that I am so 
far advanced in life, I have declined accepting ; and I 
have endeavoured in the best manner I could, to make my 
excuses to Her Majesty. So now all my expectations are 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 31 

vanished ; and I have no prospect but in depending 
wholly upon myself and my own conduct. As I am used 
to disappointments I can bear them ; but as I can have 
no more hopes, I can no more be disappointed ; so that I 
am in a blessed condition." Swift alludes to this in his 
libel on Dr. Delany and Lord Carteret : 

" Thus Gay, the Hare with many Friends, 
Twice sev'n long years the Court attends, 
Who under tales conveying truth, 
To virtue form'd a princely youth : 
Who paid his courtship with the crowd, 
As far as modest pride allow'd ; 
Rejects a servile Usher's place, 
And leaves St. James's in disgrace. " 

To Gay himself, Swift writes on the same incident : 

" How could you, Gay, disgrace the muse's strain, 
To serve a tasteless court twelve years in vain ! 
Fain would 1 think our female 1 friend sincere, 
Till Bob, the poet's foe, 2 possest her ear ; 
Did female virtue e'er so high ascend, 
To lose an inch of favour for a friend ? 
Say, had the court no better place to chuse 
For thee, than make a dry nurse of thy muse? 
How cheaply had thy liberty been sold, 
To squire a royal girl of two years old, 
In leading strings her infant steps to guide, 
Or with her go cart amble side by side ! " 

The wisdom of his rejection of this appointment is 
doubtful, as it is more than probable that the post was a 
sinecure, and given him, in order that he might enjoy the 
emoluments without being called upon to discharge any 
arduous duties. 

Very shortly after the publication of the "Fables," 
Gay contemplated another work on which his fame 
chiefly rests. This was the " Beggar's Opera," first 
performed at Lincoln's Inn Theatre on January 29th, 
1728. The great success of this piece, which carried 
it through a run of sixty-three nights during its first 
season, and the frequent repetitions of it since, have 
rendered its merits generally known, but it may not be 
out of place to enter briefly into a detail of the causes 
which led to its remarkable popularity. The origin of 

1 Mrs. Howard. 2 sir Robert Walpole. 



32 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

the " Beggar's Opera " was, according to Pope, somewhat 
as follows : 

" Dr. Swift had been observing once to Mr. Gay what 
an odd pretty sort of thing a Newgate pastoral might 
make. Gay was inclined to try at such a thing for some 
time ; but afterwards thought it would be better to write 
a comedy on the same plan. This was what gave rise to 
the * Beggar's Opera.' He began on it ; and when first 
he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like 
the project." 

The opera, as originally written, had no proper Prologue, 
but there was an introductory scene between a beggar 
and a player, in which the former owns himself to be the 
author, and after giving some details of the piece, goes on 
to say : " I hope I may be forgiven that I have not made 
my opera throughout unnatural, like those in vogue : for 
I have no recitative ; excepting this, as I have consented 
to have neither Prologue nor Epilogue, it must be allowed 
an Opera in all its forms." It was, therefore, called the 
"Beggar's Opera," as having been apparently written by 
one of that fraternity. Beggars' Opera, as it is sometimes 
printed, quasi, an opera by or relating to beggars, is 
therefore erroneous. 

Dr. Johnson states that the "Beggar's Opera" was 
written in ridicule of the musical Italian Drama ; and 
this is the general opinion of other writers, and it is 
pretty certain that it had the effect of arresting the 
success of the Italian Opera for a considerable time. 
Both Pope and Swift assisted Gay in the preparation of 
the Opera, both with advice and literary help, but it is a 
singular thing that neither of them believed in the 
ultimate success of the work as a stage performance, 
According to a writer in the Mirror (xi. 64), many of the 
pieces were written or altered by Pope, "whose wit 
ignited into a fiercer fire." The song of Peachum, the 
thief -taker, as written by Gay, was less severe, until Pope 
altered the last two lines : 

'* The priest calls the lawyer a cheat, 
The lawyer be-knaves the divine ; 
And the statesman, because he's so great, 
Thinks his trade is as honest as mine." 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 33 

These stood in Gay's manuscript : 

" And there's many arrive to be great, 
By a trade not more honest as mine." 

Again, Pope wrote the still more audacious verses in the 
song of Macheath, after his being taken : 

" Since laws were made for every degree, 
To curb vice in others as well as in me, 
I wonder we hadn't better company 
Upon Tyburn tree." 

The play was at first offered to Colley Gibber, for Drury 
Lane Theatre, but rejected. It was accepted by Rich, and 
by him produced at the Lincoln's Inn Theatre in November, 
1727. Although at first it seemed doubtful of success, as 
it proceeded all doubts were removed, and at its termina- 
tion the applause was vehement and long sustained. 
Gibber, although he did not acknowledge that he had 
been in error in rejecting the piece, spoke of it in grati- 
fying terms, and he wrote, " In his * Beggar's Opera ' he 
had more skilfully gratify'd the Publick taste than all the 
brightest authors that ever went before him," which was 
high praise from a rival manager. It soon became the 
fashion ; its fame rapidly spread to the provinces, and its 
popularity has not even now died out, for it was performed 
in London, at the Avenue Theatre, as recently as Novem- 
ber, 1886, when Mr. Sims Reeves took the character of 
Macheath, and Miss Phillipine Siedle that of Polly 
Peachum. 

Were we writing a history of this play, we could give 
many other interesting facts and figures relative to it j but 
we must needs forbear, attractive though the subject may 
be. One or two incidents must therefore suffice for our 
present purpose. It is not often that a player forgets his 
or her part after many repetitions of a piece, but this did 
actually occur during the fifty-third night of the perform- 
ance of the " Beggar's Opera," One of the players was 
reproved by Rich, the manager, for having forgotten his 
part. "Well, really," returned the actor, "one cannot 
remember the thing for ever." 

The Rev. George Gilfillan, in his " Life of Gay," speaking 

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34 LIFE OF JOHN GAY 

of the " Beggar's Opera," says : " On its first night there was 
a brilliant assemblage. What painter shall give their 
heads and faces on that anxious evening ? Swift's lower- 
ing front ; Pope's bright eyes, contrasting with the blind 
orbs of Congreve (if he, indeed, were there) , Acldison's 
quiet, thoughtful physiognomy, as of one retired into some 
1 Vision of Mirza ' ; the Duke of Argyll, with his star and 
stately form and animated countenance; and poor Gay 
himself, perhaps, like some other playwrights in the same 
predicament, perspiring with trepidation, as if again about 
to recite the * Captives ! ' At first uncertainty prevails 
among the patron-critics, and strange looks are exchanged 
between Swift and Pope, till, by-and-by, the latter hears 
Argyll exclaim, ' It will do it must do ! I see it in the 
eyes of 'em ! ' and then the critics breathe freely, and the 
applause becomes incontrollable, and the curtain closes at 
last amidst thunders of applause ; and Gay goes home 
triumphant, amidst a circle of friends, who do not know 
whether more to wonder at his success or at their own 
previous apprehensions." 

The financial result of this venture seems to have been 
as satisfactory as its dramatic success, for it was 
declared by a wit of the period to have made " Gay rich 
and Mich gay." The total sum realized by the thirty-two 
successive performances was 5,351 15s., of which Gay's 
share was 693 13s. $d. It is probable that the author 
realized over one thousand pounds by the various per- 
formances during its first run on the stage.' 

As to the moral effect of the play, opinion was divided. 
Dr. Swift approved of it, but many of the clergy censured 
it. The Archbishop of Canterbury (Dr. Herring) 
preached a sermon before the Court, in which he pointed 
out its pernicious tendency to destroy morality in the 
lower classes of the community. Johnson also thought 
that it might have some influence by making the char- 
acter of a rogue familiar, and in some degree pleasing. 
Gay's intention was, however, rather to satirise the vices 
of the great than to popularise vice, and his shafts were 
particularly levelled at Sir R. Walpole, who had fallen 
under the displeasure of the poet and his friends. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 35 

In 1729, Gay brought out "Polly," a second part of 
the " Beggar's Opera," but, when on the point of bringing 
it forward at Covent Garden, a message was received from 
the Lord Chamberlain prohibiting its performance, and 
commanding that the play should be suppressed. Although 
it could not be performed, it was published, and its pro- 
duction turned out very advantageous to Gay, for the 
subscriptions he received from persons of quality and 
others were so numerous and liberal that he is believed 
to have made more than four times as much by the pub- 
lication than he could have reasonably hoped to clear by 
a tolerable run on the stage. An altered version of 
"Polly" was brought out at the Hay market Theatre in 
1777, by Mr. Colman, but after a few night's representation 
it sank into its former obscurity, and never revived again. 
It is singular to note that the Duchess of Queensberry 
Gay's old patron was present at this performance, 
although then extremely old. 

Gay's next work was an English pastoral opera, entitled 
" Acis and Galatea," in three acts. It is a recitative and 
air, the story taken from the 13th Book of Ovid's 
" Metamorphoses." It was set to music by Handel, and 
first performed at the Haymarket Theatre in 1732. This 
work is still very popular, although the name of the 
poet has almost been lost sight of in the greater fame of 
the musician. 

"Achilles," an opera, appeared in 1732, being per- 
formed at Covent Garden. This piece, which is in the 
manner of the "Beggar's Opera," is a ludicrous relation of 
the discovery of Achilles by Ulysses. The scene is laid 
in the Court of Lycomedes. Achilles is in woman's 
clothes through the whole play, and it concludes with his 
marriage to Deidamia. It gave rise to two or three squibs, 
one of which was " Achilles dissected," being a complete 
key to the political characters in Mr. Gay's work ; another, 
by George Colman, was an altered version of Gay's 
"Achilles," brought out under the title, "Achilles in 
Petticoats." It met with little success. 

Two other works written by Gay were not published 
until after his death. These were " The Distress'd Wife : a 

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36 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

Comedy," and " The Kehearsal at Goatham." The former 
was published in 1743 ; the latter in 1754. Neither of 
these plays was considered equal to the generality of Gay's 
earlier writings, and in no sense added to his fame. Gay 
wrote many other pieces than those we have enumerated 
in the preceding pages ; they are classed in his collected 
works as Epistles, Tales, Eclogues, Songs and Ballads, 
Elegies, etc., etc. 

We have already mentioned some of the epistles ; the 
tales are few and of no great merit ; the town eclogues are 
chiefly a display of the scandal-mongering of the time, 
and require nothing more than this passing note. The 
songs and ballads are of much more importance, as some, 
at least, of them rank high amongst English lyrical pro- 
ductions. There are contained in the various operas 
written by Gay nearly two hundred songs and ballads, 
many of which are still popular, and are often sung inde- 
pendently of the works in which they originally appeared. 
Two of the most celebrated songs are "All in the Downs," 
or, as it is more frequently entitled, "Black-eyed Susan," 
and " 'Twas when the Seas were Koaring." The former 
has often been pirated and paraphrased by unscrupulous 
people who gave Gay little credit for his production. 

A very interesting incident is narrated by Mr. J. K. 
Chanter, in a paper contributed to a west of England 
journal, 1 which we cannot refrain from quoting : " An 
interesting local incident as to these ballads occurred in 
this town (Barnstaple) half a century after Gay's decease. 
Incledon, the celebrated vocalist, during a professional 
tour in the West in his palmy days, visited Barnstaple, as 
a pilgrimage to the birthplace of Gay; and on being 
shown the house in which the poet had passed his early 
days, astonished and delighted the neighbours by breaking 
out into song in the open street in front of the house, 
and, in the stillness of a bright moonlight evening, 
warbled several of his ballads and songs, as a tribute 
to Gay's memory. (I had this from an ancient inhabitant, 
an eye-witness of the scene.)" Dr. Brushfield, in another 
article in the same journal, mentions another anecdote 

1 Western Antiquary. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 37 

relative to Gay and his ballads. The incident is quoted 
from Treivmaris Exeter Fying Post of August 21st, 1817: 
" Gay wrote his well known ballad of 'Black-eyed Susan' 
upon Mrs. Montford, a celebrated actress, contemporary 
with Gibber. After her retirement from the stage, love 
and the ingratitude of a bosom friend, deprived her of her 
senses, and she was placed in a receptacle for lunatics. 
During a lucid interval, she asked her attendant what 
play was to be performed that evening, and was told, 
Hamlet. In this tragedy, whilst on the stage, she had 
ever been received with rapture as Ophelia. The recol- 
lection struck her, and with that cunning which is so often 
allied to insanity, she eluded the care of her keepers, and 
got to the theatre, where she concealed herself until the 
scene in which Ophelia enters in her insane state ; she 
then pushed on the stage before the lady who had 
performed the previous part of the character could come 
on, and exhibited a more perfect representation of madness 
than the utmost exertions of the mimic art could effect ; 
she was in truth Ophelia herself, to the amazement of the 
performers and the astonishment of the audience. Nature 
having made this last effort, her vital powers failed her. 
On going off, she exclaimed : ' It is all over.' She was 
immediately conveyed back, to her late place of security, 
and a few days after : 

' Like a lily drooping, she hung her head and died. " 

Gay wrote another capital ballad on " Ale," which was 
not included in the earlier editions of his works. In it he 
sings the praises of "Nappy Ale," a beverage well-known 
and highly appreciated in his native Devon. Another 
well known ballad was entitled "Molly Mog; or, the Fair 
Maid of the Inn " ; this was written on an innkeeper's 
daughter at Oakingham, in Berkshire, who in her youth 
was a celebrated beauty and toast ; she lived to a very 
advanced age, and until the month of March, 1766. 
From this it will be seen that Gay had the musical faculty 
as well as the poetical, for his songs are all melodious and 
adapted for music. It is generally believed that when a 
youth he not only sang, but played well upon the flute. One 



38 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

interesting feature in his works (to which we have already 
made passing allusion) is the number of proverbial lines and 
couplets scattered through them which have become stock 
phrases and are part and parcel of our every-day language. 

"Dearest friends must part." 

" While there's life there's hope." 

" Two of a trade can nerer agree." 

" When a lady's in the case, 
You know all other things give place. " 

" Those who in quarrels interpose 
Must often wipe a bloody nose. " 

" How happy could I be with either 
Were t'other dear charmer away." 

Gay, in one of his many letters to Dr. Swift, gives a 
humorous receipt for stewing veal, which he says was in- 
tended for Monsieur Davaux, Mr, Pulteney's cook. The 
lines are as follows : 

" Take a knuckle of veal ; 
You may buy it, or steal. 
In a few pieces cut it : 
In a stewing-pan put it. 
Salt, pepper, and mace 

Must season this knuckle ; 
Them what's pin'd to a place, 

With other herbs muckle ; 
That which killed King 2 Will : 
And what never s stands still. 
Some 4 sprigs of that bed 
Where children are bred, 
Which much you will mend, if 
Both spinnage and endive, 
And lettice, and beet, 
With marygold meet. 
Put no water at all ; 
For it maketh things small, 
Which, lest it should happen, 
A close cover clap on. 
Put this pot of 5 Wood's mettle 
In a hot, boiling kettle, 
And here let it be 
(Mark the doctrine I teach) 
About let me see, 
Thrice as long as you preach 6 ; 

1 Vulgo, salary ; i.e., celery. 2 Supposed sorrel. 

This is by Dr. Bentlcy thought to be time, or thyme. 
* Parsley. Vide Chamberlayne. o Copper 

6 Which we suppose to be near four hours. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 39 

So, skimming the fat off, 
Say grace with your hat off. 
O, then, with what rapture 
Will it fill dean and chapter ! 

Several pieces are included in later editions of Gay's 
works which were not published during his lifetime, and 
not included in the earlier editions of his collected poems. 
One of these is "Gondibert," a poem (continued from 
Sir William Davenant). There does not appear to be 
any definite authority for including this amongst the 
poems of Gay ; and the same may be said of others which 
we need not here enumerate. Gay had many imitators : 
one of these was Captain John Durant Breval, who pub- 
lished several works under the assumed name of " Joseph 
Gay," or "Mr. Gay," only. "The Petticoat" was one of 
these, published in 1716, which looks like an imitation 
of Gay's "Fan." Another, "The Confederates," hits a 
sideblow at " Three Hours after Marriage," in which it 
may be remembered that Gay was associated with Pope 
and Arbuthnot. The publication of this work so offended 
Pope that he introduced "Breval" into the "Dunciad" 
(Book II., 126). 

We have now to speak of a most interesting and 
curious little volume, published in 1820, entitled "Gay's 
Chair,.'' being poems never before printed, written by 
Gay, with a sketch of his life, from MSS. left by the 
Rev. Joseph Bailer, his nephew. In the preface to this 
volume are some interesting particulars, which we think 
are worthy of being incorporated in this biography of the 
poet. "Many of the most respectable inhabitants of 
Barnstaple and its vicinity remember having often seen 
this chair, several years ago, while it was in the possession 
of Gay's immediate descendants, who always spoke of it 
as having been the property of the poet, and which, as 
his favourite easy chair, he highly valued. Its identity 
cannot well be mistaken, from the peculiarity of its shape, 
its antique appearance, and curious construction ; forming, 
with its conveniently attached apparatus for writing and 
reading, a complete student's chair. 

"About twelve years since, it was sold amongst some of 



40 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

the effects of the late Mrs. Williams, niece of the Rev. 
Joseph Bailer, and who by a previous marriage had been 
the wife of the Rev. Hugh Fortescue, of Filleigh, near 
Barnstaple. Both families (the Fortescues and the Bailers) 
were by marriage nearly related to Gay, whose property 
was, at his decease (as will afterwards be shown), equally 
divided betwixt his sisters, Katherine Bailer and Joanna 
Fortescue. 

" Since the period of Mrs. "Williams' death, the chair 
came into the hands of the late Mr. Clarke, of High 
Street, Barnstaple, and it was sold, with the rest of his 
household furniture, by public auction. The editor 
(Henry Lee) happening to be then in Devonshire, heard 
of the above circumstance, and anxious to ascertain the 
particulars, applied to the auctioneer, who informed him 
that the chair had been sold to a person of the name of 
Symonds, to whom the editor immediately went, saw the 
chair, and afterwards purchased it : orders were given that 
it should be sent to the house of Mr. Crook, a cabinet 
maker in the same street, to be repaired ; who on removing 
the drawers, discovered the manuscripts from which the 
principal articles of this publication are taken. 

"The following extract from Mr. Crook's letter to a 
gentleman who made inquiries on the subject, will, it is 
presumed, be satisfactory ' The chair was bought at an 
auction by Mr. Symonds, of this town, from whose house 
it came to mine. I was desired to repair it, and on taking 
out the draw in front, which was somewhat broken, I 
found at the back part of the chair, a concealed drawer, 
ingeniously fastened with a small wooden bolt. Those 
who have lately had possession of the chair never knew 
of this concealed drawer : it was full of manuscript papers, 
some of which appeared to have slipped over, as I found 
them stuck in the bottom or seat of the chair. A 
respectable tradesman of this town was present when I 
made the discovery. The owner of the chair was imme- 
diately sent for, and the whole of the papers safely 
delivered into his hands. I am, Sir, your humble servant, 

"'RICHARD CROOK, 

" ' March 21st, 1819. Cabinet Maker, Barnstaple.' 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 41 

" That the chair originally belonged to Gay there is not 
the least doubt; the fact is admitted by all the best 
informed persons in the neighbourhood who have paid 
any attention to the subject." 

The editor then cites the authority of several persons 
as to the authenticity of the chair, and concludes with 
the following paragraph : " Amongst the documents and 




relics of Gay and his family, which the editor has become 
possessed of (and which may, at some future time, be more 
particularly noticed), is a small, curiously carved wooden 
box, of about five inches diameter; when opened, there 
appears in the centre a compartment secured by a screw 
lid, round which is a depository for cash it is said to 
have been Gay's money-box. A poet's money-box may, 
perhaps, be considered a great curiosity, but the reader 
will not be surprised when he is intormed that it was 
found empty ! " 

The volume contains the following pieces by Gay, which, 



42 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

it is believed, have never been before printed, and are 
certainly in his well known style : 

1. "The Ladies' Petition to the Honourable the House 
of Commons, commencing, * We, the Maids of Exon 
City.'" 2. "To Miss Jane Scott." 3. "Prediction." 
4. " Comparisons." 5. "Absence." 6. "Fable." 7. "Con- 
gratulations to a Newly Married Pair." 8. "A Devon- 
shire Hill." 9. "Letter to a Young Lady.'' 10. "To 
my Chair." 

The cut on the preceding page is a fair representation 
of this curious and useful chair, and it will doubtless 
commend itself in shape and convenience to other literati. 

Gay's death took place on December 4th, 1732, at 
the residence of the Duke of Queensberry, in Burlington 
Gardens, near Piccadilly. His Grace had latterly taken 
the entire control of Gay and his affairs, treating him as a 
privileged guest, managing his monetary affairs, and 
doing all in his power to render his life bearable. But 
Gay still suffered from his early disappointments at Court, 
and consequently his last days were gloomy and over- 
shadowed. His state at this time may best be gathered 
from a few extracts from his correspondence, much of 
which has been preserved. Writing to Pope, he says : 
" My melancholy increases, and every hour threatens me 
with some return of my distemper; nay, I may rather 
say I have it on me. Not the divine books, the kind 
favours and expressions of the divine Duchess (who here- 
after shall be in place of a Queen to me; nay, she 
shall be my Queen), nor the inexpressible goodness of the 
Duke, can in the least cheer me. The drawing room no 
more receives light from these two stars. There is now 
(what Milton says in Hell) darkness visible. that I 
had never known what a Court was ! Dear Pope, what a 
barren soil (to me so) have I been striving to produce 
something out of ! Why did I not take your advice 
before my writing fables for the Duke not to write them, 
or rather to write them for some young nobleman ? It is 
my hard fate. I must get nothing, write for them or 
against them." 

On October 7th, 1732, he writes to Pope: "I am at 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 43 

last returned from my Somersetshire expedition, but since 
my return I cannot boast of my health as I could before 
I went, for I am frequently out of order with my colical 
complaint, so as to make me uneasy and dispirited, though 
not to any violent degree. 

"All this journey I performed on horseback, and am 
very much disappointed that at present I feel myself so little 
the better for it. I have, indeed, followed riding and 
exercise for three months successively, and really think I 
was as well without it ; so that I begin to feel the illness 
I have so long and so often complained of is inherent in 
my constitution, and that I have nothing for it but 
patience." 

On another occasion, he writes : 

" I find myself in such a strange confusion and dejection 
of spirits, that I have not strength enough to make my 
will, though I perceive, by many warnings, I have no 
continuing city here. I begin to look upon myself as 
one already dead, and desire, my dear Mr. Pope, whom 
I love as my own soul, if you survive me, as you certainly 
will, if a stone should mark the place of my grave, see 
these words put upon it : 

" ' Life is a jest, and all things show it, 
I thought so once, but now I know it,' 

with what you may think proper. If anybody should 
ask, how I could communicate this after death ? let it be 
known it is not meant so, but my present sentiments 
in life." 

In this uncertain state of health he set about preparing 
his opera of "Achilles" for the 'stage, but caught a fever 
which carried him off in less than three days. 

We shall now see how Gay's death affected his most 
intimate friends. Pope, in a letter to Swift, dated 
December 8th, 1732, says : 

"It is not a time to complain that you have not 
answered my two letters. It is now indeed a time to 
think of myself, when one of the nearest and longest ties 
I ever had is broken of a sudden, by the unexpected 



44 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

death of poor Mr. Gay. An inflammatory fever hurried 
him out of life in less than three days ; he died last night 
at nine o'clock, not deprived of his senses entirely at last, 
and possessing them perfectly till within five hours. He 
asked of you a few hours before, when in acute torment 
by an inflammation in his bowels and breast. 

" Good God ! how often are we to die before we quit 
this stage ? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, 
and the best part. God bless those we have left." 

Dr. Arbuthnot wrote to Swift on January 13th, 1733 : 
" We have all had another loss of our worthy and dear 
friend, Mr. Gay. It was some alleviation of my grief to 
see him so universally lamented by almost everybody, 
even by those who knew him only by reputation. He 
was interred at Westminster Abbey as if he had been 
a peer of the realm, and the good Duke of Queensberry, 
who lamented him as a brother, will set up a handsome 
monument upon him." 

In another letter from Pope to Swift, we read : "It is, 
indeed, impossible to speak on such a subject as the loss 
or Mr. Gay to me an irreparable one. You say truly 
that death is only terrible as it separates us from those we 
love ; but I really think those have the worst of it who 
are left by us, if we are true friends. I have felt more, 
I fancy, in the loss of Mr. Gay than I shall suffer in the 
thought of going away myself into a state that can feel 
none of its losses. 

"I wished vehemently to have seen him in a condition 
of living independent, and to have lived in perfect indo- 
lence the rest of our days together the two most idle, 
most innocent, undesigning poets of our age." 

Gay's friend and patron, the Duchess of Queensberry, 
wrote to Swift : " Soon after the death of our friend, Mr. 
Gay, I found myself more inclined to write to you than 
to allow myself any other entertainment. If I have any 
good in me, I certainly learned it insensibly of our poor 
friend, as children do any strange language. It is not 
possible to imagine the loss his death is to me ; but as 
long as I have any memory, the happiness of ever having 
had such a friend can never be lost to me." 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 45 

And again she writes : " Whilst I had that very sincere 
good friend, I could sometimes lay open all my rambling 
thoughts, and he and I would often view and dissect 
them ; but now they come and go, and I seldom find out 
whether they be right or wrong, or if there be anything 
in them. Poor man ! he was most truly everything you 
could say of him." 

Swift's letter to the Duchess, written from Ireland, was 
couched in the following terms : " The greatest unhappi- 
ness of my life is grown a comfort under the death of my 
friend. I mean my banishment in this miserable country; 
for the distance I am at, and the despair I have of ever 
seeing my friends further than by a summer visit ; and 
this, so late in my life, so uncertain in my health, and so 
embroiled in my affairs, may probably never happen, so 
that my loss is not so great as that of his other friends, 
who had it in their power to converse with him. But I 
chiefly lament your Grace's misfortune, because I greatly 
fear, with all the perfections which can possibly acquire 
veneration to a mortal creature from the worthiest of 
human kind, you will never be able to procure another so 
useful, so sincere, so virtuous, so disinterested, so enter- 
taining, so easy, and so humble a friend as that person 
whose death all good men lament." 

One of the most beautiful and touching tributes ever 
paid to the memory of a brother poet was that written by 
Pope on Gay : 

" Blest be the great ! for those they take away, 
And those they left me, for they left me Gay ; 
Left me to see neglected genius bloom, 
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb : 
Of all thy blameless life the sole return, 
My verse, and Queens'b'ry weeping o'er his urn." 1 

As Gay never married and left no will, his two sisters, 
Catherine Bailer and Joanna Fortescue, became entitled 
to his property, which amounted to about 6,000. On 
January 2nd, 1733, Letters of Administration were granted 
to them ; and they further obtained a large sum of money 
from a suit in Chancery which Gay had instituted, some 

i Pope's Prologue, to the " Satires ' 



46 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

months before his death, against some printers and book- 
sellers who had published various editions of his "Polly" 
without his consent. Some years afterwards, the sisters 
also received the profits of a benefit from one of the 
theatres. 

Gay, as we have seen, was buried in "Westminster 
Abbey amongst England's most illustrious dead. 

" His body was brought, by the company of Upholders, 
from the Duke of Queensberry's to Exeter 'Change in 
the Strand, and on the 23rd of December, after lying in 
very decent State, was, at Eight of the clock in the Even- 
ing, drawn in a Hearse, trimmed with Plumes of Black 
and "White Feathers, attended with three mourning 
Coaches and six Horses, to "Westminster Abbey. His 
Pall was supported by the Rt. Hon. the Earl of Chester- 
field, the Lord Viscount Cornbury; the Hon. Mr. 
Berkeley ; General Dormer ; Mr. Gore ; and Mr. Pope. 
The last offices were performed by the Rt. Rev. Dr. 
Wilcox, Bishop of Rochester, the Choir attending; and 
his Remains were deposited in the South-Cross-Isle, over 
against Chaucer's Tomb." 1 

A monument was erected to his memory by his noble 
patrons, the sculptor being the famous Mr. Rysbrack. It 
bears the following glowing eulogium, penned by 
Mr. Pope : 

" Of manners gentle, of Affections mild, 
In Wit a Man, Simplicity, a Child ; 
With native Humour, temp'ring virtuous Rage, 
Form'd to delight at once and lash the Age. 
Above Temptation in a low Estate, 
And uncorrupted, e'en among the great. 
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend, 
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End. 
These are thy Honours ! Not that here thy Bust, 
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy Dust : 
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, 
Striking their pensive Bosoms, here lies Gay." 

Passing from the laudations of his most intimate friends, 
we might cite many interesting passages from the writings 
of his various biographies from Curl to Dobson. A few 
of these, however, must suffice. Dr. R. Carruthers, 

1 Life of Gay, 1733. 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 47 

writing in the Encyclopedia Britannica (9th Edition), 
says : " It may be safely said that no man could have 
acquired such a body of great and accomplished friends as 
those which rallied round Gay and mourned his loss, 
without the possession of many valuable and endearing 
qualities. His poetry is neither high nor pure ; but he 
had humour, a fine vein of fancy, and powers of obser- 
vation and local painting which bespeak the close poetical 
student and the happy literary artist." The Kev. George 
Gilfillan sums up his opinion of Gay in the following 
pithy paragraph : 

" John Gay had his faults as a man and as a poet, and 
it were easy finding fault with him in both capacities. 
But 

f Poor were the Triumph o'er the timid hare ' ; 

and he was, by his own showing, as well as Queen 
Caroline's, ' The Hare with many Friends.' Let us, 
instead, drop 'a tear over his fate,' and pay a tribute, 
short, but sincere, to his true, though limited genius." 
In the "Memoir" appended to previous editions of these 
" Fables," issued by the present publishers, and written 
by the Kev. 0. F. Owen, we find the following record : 
" The great merit attached to Gay on the score of orig- 
inality consists in his having been the first to bring out 
the ballad opera, and thereby to have hit the public taste 
by a species of composition appropriate, if not elevated. 
Indeed, the general character of his intellect, like that of 
his disposition, seems to have been of a moderate temper, 
in which correctness took the medium place between 
genius and tenuity. Pop3 describes him as a natural 
man, without design, who spoke what he thought, and 
just as he thought it ; of a timid temper, and fearful of 
giving offence to the great, which latter habit, he says, 
'was of no avail.' He might have added, neither will it 
ever succeed, since the world, to be managed properly, 
must, as Charles the Fifth observed, feel * the iron hand 
in the silk glove.' In Gay, it is certain, we discover none 
of those faults which 

' Lofty genius owes 

Half to the ardour which itself bestows. 



48 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

His policy lay in the natural exercise of his disposition, 
which was so plastic as readily to succumb to others in 
contented servility." 

And Austin Dobson, the latest of his biographers, has 
written : "He was thoroughly kindly and affectionate, 
with just that touch of clinging in his nature, and of 
helplessness in his character, which, when it does not 
inspire contempt (and Gay's parts secured him from that) 
makes a man the spoiled child of men and the playfellow 
of women. He had his frailties, it is true ; he was as 
indolent as Thomson; as fond of fine clothes as Gold- 
smith; as great a gourmand as La Fontaine. That he 
was also easily depressed and despondent was probably 
the result of his inactive life and his uncertain health. 
But, at his best, he must have been a delightfully equable 
and unobtrusive companion invaluable for fetes and 
gala days, and equally well adapted for the half-lights and 
unrestrained intercourse of familiar life." 

Such are a few of the many appreciative notices of 
the subject of this brief memoir. Many more might be 
introduced, but as this sketch is simply intended to form 
an introduction to the volume of "Fables" now again 
offered to the discriminating public, we reluctantly 
forbear overburdening these pages. We trust ere long 
that an opportunity may occur for giving to the world a 
full and exhaustive Life of John Gay, fit to be placed side 
by side with those biographies of his contemporaries 
whose names have frequently appeared in the course of 
our essay. Devonshire men are proud of their native 
born poet ; but even to them the incidents of his life and 
the merits of his writings are all too little known. 

We have in the foregoing pages given a brief sketch of 
Gay's life and literary successes, with not a few failures. 
It only remains for us to make two or three general remarks 
upon ^his personal appearance and character. His 
social fcharacter may be judged from the extracts of his 
own leflters and those of his friends Pope and Swift, from 
which we have freely drawn, and through which (as in a 
mirror) we seem to see the man himself and to become 
interested in everything that pertains to him. We cannot 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 49 

help pitying him for the many and grievous disappoint- 
ments which tended very much to embitter his life ; and 
yet we find very few traits in his character which call for 
condemnation or even serious disapproval. As we have 
before remarked, Pope described him as "In wit, a man, 
simplicity, a child," and this character he retained to his 
latest years. "He was by turns thoughtless and over 
solicitous, careless and provident, playful and serious, 
timid before strangers, but volatile in the company of his 
acquaintance. Suddenly dejected and suddenly depressed ; 
without guile himself and expecting none in others; 
confiding in promises ; fearful of giving offence, yet frank 
and indiscreet in uttering his thoughts." 

Several portraits of him are extant, from which we 
may judge his physiognomy to have been by no means 
remarkable ; rather denoting bejiignity and meekness 
than strength or self-reliance. 

He was inclined to corpulency, and this was still further 
increased by his indolent habits, which was the cause of 
much good-humoured raillery on the part of his friends. 
In his Epistle to Lord Burlington, describing his journey 
to Exeter, he says : 

" I journey far you knew fat bards would tire, 
And, mounted, sent me forth your trusty squire." 

Swift, in a letter to the Duchess of Queensberry, 
writes: " You need not be in pain about Mr. Gay's stock 
of health ; I promise you he will spend it all upon laziness, 
and run deep in debt by a winter's repose in town; 
therefore, I entreat your Grace will order him to move 
his chaps less and his legs more, the six cold months, 
else he will spend all his money in physic and coach- 
hire." 

On this, Pope, too, writes to him somewhat in the same 
strain : u Fenton died at Easthampstead, of indolence 
and inactivity ; let it not be your fate, but use exercise. 
I hope the Duchess will take care of you in this respect, 
and either make you gallop after her, or teize you enough 
at home to serve for exercise abroad." 

Many other extracts might be given from the letters 

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50 LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 

of himself and his friends concerning this indolent habit 
of Gay's, but we hasten on to speak of his other weak- 
nesses. He was, in his early life, fond of dress, although 
he has ridiculed this failing in his prologue to the 
"Shepherd's Week": 

" I sold my sheep and lambkins, too, 
For silver loops and garments blue ; 
My boxen hautboy, sweet of sound, 
For lace that edged mine hat around ; 
For Lightfoot and my scrip I got 
A gorgeous sword and eke a knot." 

In a letter to Swift, Pope also alluded to this failing of 
Gay's. (December 18th, 1713) : 

"One Mr. Gay, an unhappy youth, who writes pastorals 
during the time of divine service ; whose case is the more 
deplorable as he hath miserably lavished away all that 
silver he should have reserved for his soul's health in 
buttons and loops for his coat." 

Gay was of a roving disposition, and never happier than 
when he was rambling about from place to place in the 
train of some great nobleman or Court official. 

He was indiscreet in many things, but he had an 
aversion to meanness. He hoped to gain favour at Court, 
but he never condescended to natter either princes or their 
ministers, but rather to hold them up to ridicule. He 
was of an independent spirit, and could not bring himself 
to servile flattery even to gain his own advancement. In 
his "Epistle to Paul Methuen," he thus speaks with all the 
dignity of independence : 

" Why flourish' d verse in great Augustus's reign ? 
He and Maecenas lov'd the muse's strain. 
But now that night in poverty must mourn, 
Who was (0 cruel stars !) a poet born. 
Yet there are ways for authors to be great ; 
Write ranc'rous libels to reform the state : 
Or, if you choose more sure and steady ways, 
Spatter a minister with fulsome praise ; 
Launch out with freedom, flatter him enough, 
Fear not, all men are dedication proof. 
Be bolder yet, you must go further still, 
Dip deep in gall my mercenary quill. 
He who his pen in party-quarrels draws, 
Lifts an hir'd bravo to support the cause ; 



LIFE OF JOHN GAY. 51 

He must indulge his patron's hate and spleen, 
And stab the fame of those he ne'er had seen. 
Why then should authors mourn their desp'rate case ? 
Be brave, do this, and then demand a place : 
Why art thou poor ? exert the gifts to rise, 
And banish tim'rous virtue from thy eyes." 

Gay's genius as a poet was certainly not of the highest 
order, but it was as certainly not of the lowest : although 
he did not excel in the higher nights of poetry, yet, as is 
proved in many of his poems, he was capable of uniting 
elevation of sentiment with dignity of language, and of 
describing natural beauties with the power of an artist. 

Certain it is that in all his works he strove to give 
pleasure rather than to occasion surprise, and we may 
fairly say, in giving an estimate of his powers, that few 
poets have written with greater success on a variety of 
subjects than Gay. To him Tragedy, Comedy, Opera, 
Fable, Moral, Epic, Rustic, Town Eclogue, Pastoral, 
Poetic Epistle, and Ballad all came natural. To this 
extraordinary variety he alludes in the motto prefixed to 
his poems, with which we conclude our dissertation : 

" Hie jocamus, ludimus, amamus, dolemus, querimur, 
irascimur, describimus aliquid, modo pressius modo elatius ; 
atque, ipsd varietate tentamus effic&re, ut alia aliis, quoedam 
fortasse omnibus placeant. 1 

1 We jest, sport, love, weep, complain, are angry ; we sometimes com- 
press, at other times dilate the subject ; and by means of this variety we 
attempt to effect that different parts may please different persons, and 
that some things may, perhaps, please all. 




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FA B L E S. 

BY 

JOHN GAY. 



INTRODUCTION 




SHEPHERD AND THE PHILOSOPHER. 1 

REMOTE from cities lived a Swain, 
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ; 
His head was silver'd o'er with age, 
And long experience made him sage ; 

1 This introduction to the Fables is exceedingly beautiful, and contains 
a very useful moral : that man in the most humble state may improve 
himself by due reflection and observation, even without the assistance of 
learning ; and that a good and virtuous mind can draw a love of virtue 
and hatred to vice, from the most common objects of nature. 

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56 INTRODUCTION. 

In summer's heat and winter's cold 
He fed his flock and penn'd the fold : 
His hours in cheerful labour flew, 
Nor envy nor ambition knew : 
His wisdom and his honest fame 
Through all the country raised his name. 

A deep Philosopher (whose rules 
Of moral life were drawn from schools) 
The Shepherd's homely cottage sought, 
And thus explored his reach of thought : 

" "Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil 
O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? x 
Hast thou old Greece and Eome survey'd, 
And the vast sense of Plato weigh'd ? 
Hath Socrates thy soul refined, 
And hast thou fathom'd Tully's mind ? 
Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown, 
By various fates, on realms unknown, 
Hast thou through many cities stray'd, 
Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd?" 

The Shepherd modestly replied, 
" I ne'er the paths of learning tried ; 
Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts 
To read mankind, their laws and arts ; 
For man is practised in disguise, 
He cheats the most discerning eyes : 
Who by that search shall wiser grow, 
When we ourselves can never know ? 
The little knowledge I have gain'd, 
Was all from simple Nature drain'd ; 

Gay in another work, also uses this expression : 

" Walkers at leisure, learning's flow'rs may spoil, 
Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil." 

Trivia, Book n. 557-8. 



INTRODUCTION. 57 

Hence my life's maxims took their rise, 
Hence grew my settled hate to vice. 

""The daily labours of the bee 
Awake my soul to industry. 
Who can observe the careful ant 
And not provide for future want ? 
My dog (the trustiest of his kind) 

With gratitude inflames my mind : 
I mark his true, his faithful way, 
And in my service copy Tray. 
In constancy and nuptial love, 
I learn my duty from the dove. 
The hen, who from the chilly air, 
With pious wing, protects her care, 
And every fowl that flies at large 
Instructs me in a parent's charge. 

" From Nature, too I take my rule, 
To shun contempt and ridicule. 
I never, with important air, 
In conversation overbear. 
Can grave and formal pass for wise, 
When men the solemn owl despise ? 
My tongue within my lips I rein, 
For who talks much, must talk in vain. 
We from the wordy torrent fly ; 
Who listens to the chatt'ring pye ? 
Nor would I, with felonious sleight, 
By stealth invade my neighbour's right. 
Rapacious animals we hate : 
Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate. 
Do not we just abhorrence find 
Against the toad and serpent kind ? 



58 INTRODUCTION. 

But Envy, Calumny, and Spite, 
Bear stronger venom in their "bite. 
Thus every object of creation 
Can furnish hints to contemplation, 
And from the most minute and mean, 
A virtuous mind can morals glean." 

" Thy fame is just," the Sage replies, 
" Thy virtue proves thee truely wise. 
Pride often guides the author's pen ; 
Books as affected are as men : 
But he who studies Nature's laws, 
From certain truth his maxims draws ; 
And those, without our schools, suffice 
To make men moral, good, and wise." 





FABLE I. 



THE LION, THE TIGER, AND THE TRAVELLER. 

ACCEPT, young Prince ! the moral lay, 
And in these Tales mankind survey ; 
With early virtues plant your breast, 
The specious arts .of vice detest. 

Princes, like beauties, from their youth, 
Are strangers to the voice of Truth. 1 

1 As Gay wrote these fables for the use of William, Duke of Cumberland, 
second son of the Prince of Wales, afterwards George II., by desire of 
Queen Caroline, he very properly inscribes them to the young prince and 
warns him against the seductions of flattery, the common vice of courts, 
and inculcates, from the example of the lion, compassion, mercy, and the 
love of justice: virtues congenial to noble and generous minds. 

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60 GAY'S FABLES. 

Learn to contemn all praise betimes, 
For flattery's the nurse of crimes ; 
Friendship by sweet reproof is shown ; 
(A virtue never near a throne ;) 
In courts such freedom must offend ; 
There, none presumes to be a friend. 1 
To those of your exalted station, 
Each courtier is a dedication. 
Must I, too, flatter like the rest, 
And turn my morals to a jest ? 
The Muse disdains to steal from thoss 
Who thrive in courts by fulsome prosu. 

But shall I hide your real praise, 
Or tell you what a nation says ? 
They in your infant bosom trace 
The virtues of your royal race ; 
In the fair dawning of your mind 
Discern you generous, mild, and kind ; 
They see you grieve to hear distress, 
And pant already to redress. 
Go on, the height of good attain, 
Nor let a nation hope in vain : 
For hence we justly may presage 
The virtues of a riper age. 
True courage shall your bosom fire, 
And future actions own your sire. 
Cowards are cruel, but the brave 
'.Love mercy, and delight to save. 2 



1 " Nothing misbecomes 

The man that be thought a friend, like flattery." KOWE. 
Vide also Shakespeare, King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 6. OWEN. 

a The old habit is too strong for eradication ; Gay falls into the language 
of courts, just after he had repudiated it. OWEN. 






THE LION, THE TIGER, AND THE TRAVELLER. 61 

A Tiger, roaming for his prey, 
Sprung on a Traveller in the way ; 
The prostrate game a Lion spies, 
And on the greedy tyrant flies : 
With mingled roar resounds the wood, 
Their teeth, their claws, distil with blood ; 
Till, vanquish'd by the Lion's strength, 
The spotted foe extends his length. 
The Man besought the shaggy lord, 
And on his knees for life implored : 
His life the generous hero gave. 
Together walking to his cave, 
The Lion thus bespoke his guest : 

" What hardy beast shall dare contest 
My matchless strength ? you saw the fight, 
And must attest my power and right. 
Forced to forego their native home, 
My starving slaves at distance roam. 
Within these woods I reign alone ; 
The boundless forest is my own. 
Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood 
Have dyed the regal den with blood. 
These carcases on either hand, 
Those bones that whiten all the land, 
My former deeds and triumphs tell, 
Beneath these jaws what numbers fell." 

" True," says the man, " the strength I saw 
Might well the brutal nation awe : 
But shall a monarch, brave, like you, 
Place glory in so false a view ? 
Eobbers invade their neighbour's right : 
Be loved : let justice bound your might. 



62 GAY'S FABLES. 

Mean are ambitious heroes' boasts 
Of wasted lands, and slaughter'd hosts : 
Pirates their power by murders gain ; 
Wise kings by love and mercy reign. 
To me your clemency hath shown 
The virtue worthy of a throne. 
Heav'n gives you power above the rest, 
Like Heav'n, to succour the distrest." 

" The case is plain," the Monarch said, 
" False glory hath my youth misled ; 
For beasts of prey, a servile train, 
Have been the flatterers of my reign. 
You reason well. Yet tell me, friend, 
Did ever you in courts attend ? 
For all my fawning rogues agree 
That human heroes rule like me." 1 

i Vide Shakespeare, Merchant of renice, Act iv. Sc. 1. 





FABLE II. 

THE SPANIEL AND THE CHAMELEON. 

A SPANIEL, bred with all the care 
That waits upon a favourite heir, 
Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand ; 
Indulged to disobey command, 
In pamper'd ease his hours were spent ; 
He never knew what learning meant. 

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64 GAY'S FABLES. 

Such forward airs, so pert, so smart, 
Were sure to win his lady's heart ; 
Each little mischief gain'd him praise. 
How pretty were his fawning ways 1 

The wind was south, the morning fair, 
He ventures forth to take the air ; 
He ranges all the meadow round, 
And rolls upon the softest ground ; 
When near him a Chameleon seen, 
Was scarce distinguish'd from the green. 

" Dear emblem of the flattering host ! 
What, live with clowns ! a genius lost ! 
To cities and the court repair ; 
A fortune cannot fail thee there : 
Preferment shall thy talents crown ; 
Believe me, friend ; I know the town/' 

" Sir," says the Sycophant, " like you, 
Of old, politer life I knew ; 
Like you, a courtier born and bred, 
Kings lean'd their ear to what I said : 
My whisper always met success ; 
The ladies praised me for address ; 
I knew to hit each courtier's passion, 
And flattered every vice in fashion ; 
But Jove, who hates the liar's ways, 
At once cut short my prosp'rous days, 
And, sentenced to retain my nature, 
Transform'd me to this crawling creature. 
Doom'd to a life obscure and mean, 
I wander in the sylvan scene : 
For Jove the heart alone regards ; 
He punishes what man rewards. 



THE SPANIEL AND THE CHAMELEON. 65 

How different is thy case and mine ? 
With men at least you sup and dine ; 
While I, condemn'd to thinnest fare, 
Like those I flatter'd, feed on air." 1 



1 The common tradition of the Chameleon living upon air is contrary 
to experience. The raillery at court sycophants naturally pervades 
Gay's writings, for he had suffered much from them : here, however, he 
intimates something more ; namely, the opposite dispensations to men's 
acts, even in this world. The crafty is taken in his own guile, the courtier 
falls by his own arts, and the ladder of ambition only prepares for the 
aspirant a further fall. 





FABLE III. 



THE MOTHER, THE NURSE, AND THE FAIRY. 

" GIYE me a son ! " The blessing sent, 
Were ever parents more content ? 
How partial are their doting eyes ? 
No child is half so fair and wise. 1 

1 Montaigne says: -"I never yet saw that father who, let his son be 
never BO decrepit or scaldpated, would not own him ; not but that, unless 
he were totally besotted and blinded with his paternal affection, he does 
not well enough discern his defects, but because, notwithstanding all his 
faults, he is still his." OWEN. 

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THE MOTHER, THE NURSE, AND THE FAIRY. 67 

Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care, 
The Mother rose, and sought her heir : 
She saw the Nurse like one possessed, 
With wringing hands and sobbing breast. 

" Sure some disaster has befell : 
Speak, Nurse ; I hope the boy is well." 

"Dear Madam, 'think not me to blame, 
Invisible the Fairy came : 
Your precious babe is hence convey'd, 
And in the place a changeling laid. 
Where are the father's mouth and nose ? 
The mother's eyes, as black as sloes ? 
See, here, a shocking awkward creature, 
That speaks a fool in every feature." 

" The woman's blind," the Mother cries, 
" I see wit sparkle in his eyes." 

" Lord, Madam, what a squinting leer ! 
No doubt the Fairy hath been here." 

Just as she spoke, a pigmy sprite 
Pops through the keyhole swift as light ; 
Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, 
And thus her folly reprimands. 

" Whence sprung the vain conceited lie, 
That we the world with fools supply ? 
What ! give our sprightly race away 
For the dull helpless sons of clay ! 
Besides, by partial fondness shown, 
Like you, we dote upon our own. 
Where yet was ever found a Mother l 
Who'd give her booby for another ? 

i The care of parents for their offspring is well exemplified in this 

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68 GAY'S FABLES. 

And should we change for human breed, 
Well might we pass for fools indeed." x 

i The application of this fable is twofold ; for whilst it slightly touches, 
by inference, the short-sightedness of human wishes, ic also alludes to 
the false judgment which parental fondness forms, of juvenile error. 
The severe sarcasm passed by the fairy upon mortal infirmity is as true 
as the readiness with which we allow a reason to operate in our own 
case, and forbid it in another's, is frequent. OWEN. 





FABLE IV. 



THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF ANIMALS. 

As Jupiter's all-seeing eye 
Survey'd the worlds beneath the sky, 
From this small speck of earth were sent 
Murmurs and sounds of discontent.! 
For everything alive complain'd 
That he the hardest life sustain'd. 

1 Nothing is more common than to be discontented with our own lot 
and to envy the situation of others, though nothing can be more unjust. 
To condemn and ridicule this species of discontent and envy is the pur- 
pose of this fable, and to ehow that no one would accept the offer of 
changing situations. Horace, before Gay, has exposed this foible, except 
that he introduces Jupiter as offering to men the power of changing their 
state; Gay applies it to animals. 



70 GAY'S FABLES. 

Jove calls his eagle. At the word 
Before him stands the royal bird. 
The bird, obedient, from heaven's height, 
Downward directs his rapid flight ; 
Then cited every living thing 
To hear the mandates of his king. 

" Ungrateful creatures ! whence arise 
These murmurs which offend the skies ; 
Why this disorder ? say the cause ; 
For just are Jove's eternal laws. 
Let each his discontent reveal : 
To yon sour Dog I first appeal." 

" Hard is my lot," the Hound replies, 
" On what fleet nerves the Greyhound flies ; 
While I, with weary step and slow, 
O'er plains, and vales, and mountains go. 
The morning sees my chase begun, 
Nor ends it till the setting sun." 

" When," says the Greyhound, " I pursue, 
My game is lost, or caught in view ; 
Beyond my sight the prey's secure ; 
The hound is slow, but always sure ; 
And had I his sagacious scent, 
Jove ne'er had heard my discontent." 
The Lion craved the Fox's art ; 
The Fox the Lion's force and heart : 
The Cock implored the Pigeon's flight, 
Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light ; 
The Pigeon strength of wing despised, 
And the Cock's matchless valour prized : 
The Fishes wished to graze the plain, 
The Beasts to skim beneath the main : 



THE EAGLE AND ASSEMBLY OP ANIMALS. 

Thus, envious of another's state, 
Each blamed the partial hand of Fate. 

The Bird of Heaven 1 then cried aloud 
" Jove bids disperse the murmuring crowd ; 
The God rejects your idle prayers. 
Would ye, rebellious mutineers ! 
Entirely change your name and nature, 
And be the very envied creature ? 
What, silent all, and none consent ? 
Be happy then, and learn content ; 
Nor imitate the restless mind, 
And proud ambition of mankind." 

1 " Jovis ales." VIKGII/. 



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FABLE V. 

THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. 

AGAINST an elm a sheep was tied, 
The butcher's knife in blood was dyed; 
The patient flock, in silent fright, 
From far beheld the horrid sight : 
A savage Boar, who near them stood, 
Thus mock'd to scorn the fleecy brood. 

" All cowards should be served like you. 
See, see, your murd'rer is in view : 
With purple hands, and reeking knife, 
He strips the skin yet warm with life. 
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THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. 73 

Your quarter'd sires, your bleeding dams, 
The dying bleat of harmless lambs, 
Call for revenge. stupid race ! 
The heart that wants revenge is base." 

" I grant," an ancient Earn replies, 
" We bear no terror in our eyes ; 
Yet think us not of soul so tame, 
Which no repeated wrongs inflame ; 
Insensible of every ill, 
Because we want thy tusks to kill. 
Know, those who violence pursue, 
Give to themselves the vengeance due ; 
For in these massacres they find 
The two chief plagues that waste mankind 
Our skin supplies the wrangling bar, 
It wakes their slumbering sons to war ; 
And well revenge may rest contented, 
Since drums and parchment were invented." 1 



i Parchment, which is so much used by lawyers, whom Gay calls 
the wrangling bar, is made from sheep's skin; but drums are usually 
covered with vellum, which is only parchment made of the skin of calves : 
It has a much finer grain. Gay observes in his " Trivia " 
" Here rows of drummers stand in martial file, 
And with their vellum thunder shake the pile." 

Book H. p. 17-18. 





FABLE VI. 

THE MISER AND PLUTTJS. 

THE wind was high, the window shakes, 
With sudden start the Miser wakes ; 
Along the silent room he stalks, 
Looks back, and trembles as he walks. 
Each lock and every bolt he tries, 
In every creek and corner pries ; 
Then opes the chest with treasure stored, 
And stands in rapture o'er his hoard : 
But now with sudden qualms possest, 
He wrings his hands he beats his breast ; 
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THE MISER AND PLUTUS. 75 

By conscience stung he wildly stares, 

And thus his guilty soul declares : 

" Had the deep earth her stores confined. 

This heart had known sweet peace of mind. 

But virtue's sold. Good gods ! what price 

Can recompense the pangs of vice ! 

O bane of good ! seducing cheat ! 

Can man, weak man, thy power defeat ? 

Gold banish'd honour from the mind, 

And only left the name behind ; 

Gold sow'd the world with every ill ; 

Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill : 

'Twas gold instructed coward hearts 

In treachery's more pernicious arts. 

Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? 

Virtue resides on earth no more ! " 

He spoke, and sigh'd. In angry mood 

Plutus, his god, before him stood. 
The Miser, trembling, lock'd his chest ; 
The vision f rown'd, and thus address'd : 

" Whence is this vile ungrateful rant, 
Each sordid rascal's daily cant ? 
Did I, base wretch ! corrupt mankind ? 
The fault's in thy rapacious mind. 
Because my blessings are abused, 
Must I be censured, cursed, accused ? 
Ev'n Virtue's self by knaves is made 
A cloak to carry on the trade ; 
And power (when lodged in their possession) 
Grows tyranny, and rank oppression. 
Thus, when the villain crams his chest, 
Gold is the canker of the breast ; 



76 GAY'S FABLES. 

'Tis avarice, insolence, and pride, 
And every shocking vice beside ; 
But when to virtuous hands 'tis given, 1 
It blesses, like the dews of Heaven ; 
Like Heaven, it hears the orphan's cries, 
And wipes the tears from widows' eyes. 
Their crimes on gold shall misers lay, 
Who pawn'd their sordid souls for pay ? 
Let bravos, then, when blood is spilt, 
Upbraid the passive sword with guilt." 



i These beautiful and feeling lines cannot be too often read and followed 
by persons in affluent circumstances ; they show that although there is 
no gift of heaven which may not be ill employed, yet that its proper use by 
some, amply compensates for its abuse by others ; and the Fable strongly 
inculcates this useful moral, that we are not to argue from the abuse of any- 
thing against its use. 





FABLE VII. 



THE LION, THE FOX, AND THE GEESE. 

A LION, tired with state affairs, 
Quite sick of pomp, and worn with cares, 
Kesolv'd (remote from noise and strife) 
In peace to pass his latter life. 1 

It was proclaimed ; the day was set : 
Behold the general council met. 

1 The indolence of increasing years is frequently mistaken for resigna- 
tion, and the apathy of age often passes for the self-denial of philosophy. 
Men conceal the real nature of vice and virtue, as they do the powers of 
certain half-known drugs by fine names. OWEN. 

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78 GAY'S FABLES. 

The Fox was Viceroy named ; the crowd 
To the new Eegent humbly bow'd. 
Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers bend, 
And strive who most shall condescend. 
He straight assumes a solemn grace, 
Collects his wisdom-in his face : 
The crowd admire his wit, his sense ; 
Each word hath weight and consequence. 
The flatterer all his art displays : 
He who hath power is sure of praise ! 
A Fox stept forth before the rest, 
And thus the servile throng addrest : 

" How vast his talents, born to rule, 
And train'd in Virtue's honest school ! 
What clemency his temper sways ! 
How uncorrupt are all his ways ! 
Beneath his conduct and command 
Rapine shall cease to waste the land. 
His brain hath stratagem and art ; 
Prudence and mercy rule his heart. 
What blessings must attend the nation 
Under this good administration ! " 

He said. A Goose, who distant stood, 
Harangued apart the cackling brood. 

" Whene'er I hear a knave commend, 
He bids me shun his worthy friend. 
What praise, what mighty commendation ! 
But 'twas a Fox who spoke th' oration. 
Foxes this government may prize 
As gentle, plentiful, and wise ; 
If they enjoy the sweets, 'tis plain 
We Geese must feel a tyrant-reign. 



THE LION, THE FOX, AND THE GEESE. 79 

What havoc now shall thin our race, 
When every petty clerk in place, 
To prove his taste, and seem polite, 
Will feed on Geese both noon and night ! " l 



i The observation of Lear admirably portrays the sycophancy of satel- 
lites to men in power : 

"Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? 

Glo. Ay, sir. 

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou might'st behold 
the great image of authority : a dog's obeyed in office ! "OWEN. 





FABLE VIII. 

THE LADY AND THE WASP. 

WHAT whispers must the Beauty bear ! 
What hourly nonsense haunts her ear ! 
Where'er her eyes dispense their charms, 
Impertinence around her swarms. 
Did not the tender nonsense strike, 
Contempt and scorn might look dislike ; 
Forbidding airs might thin the place, 
The slightest flap a fly can chase : 
But who can drive the num'rous breed ? 
Chase one, another will succeed ; 

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THE LADY AND THE WASP. 81 

Who knows a fool, must know his brother ; 
One fop will recommend another : 
And with this plague she's rightly curst, 
Because she listen'd to the first. 

As Doris, at her toilette's duty, 
Sat meditating on her beauty, 
She now was pensive, now was gay, 
And loll'd the sultry hours away. 

As thus in indolence she lies, 
A giddy Wasp around her flies ; 
He now advances, now retires, 
Now to her neck and cheek aspires. 
Her fan in vain defends her charms, 
Swift he returns, again alarms ; 
For by repulse he bolder grew, 
Perch'd on her lip, and sipt the dew. [cries, 

She frowns, she frets. " Good gods ! " she 
" Protect me from these teazing flies : 
Of all the plagues that heaven hath sent, 
A Wasp is most impertinent." 

The hovering insect thus complain'd, 
" Am I then slighted, scorn'd, disdain'd ? 
Can such offence your anger wake ? 
'Twas beauty caused the bold mistake. 
Those cherry lips that breathe perfume, 
That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom, 
Made me with strong desire pursue 
The fairest peach that ever grew." 

" Strike him not, Jenny ! " Doris cries, 
" Nor murder Wasps like vulgar flies ; 
Tor though he's free (to do him right), 
The creature's civil and polite. 



82 GAY'S FABLES. 

In ecstasies, away he posts ; 
Where'er he came, the favour boasts ; 
Brags, how her sweetest tea he sips, 
And shows the sugar on his lips. 

The hint alarm'd the forward crew 
Sure of success, away they flew : 
They share the dainties of the day, 
Eound her with airy music play : 
And now they flutter, now they rest, 
Now soar again, and skim her breast. 
Nor were they banish'd till she found 
That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound. 





FABLE IX. 

THE BULL AND THE MASTIFF. 

SEEK you to train your favourite boy ? 
Each caution, every care employ ; 
And ere you venture to confide, 
Let his preceptor's heart be tried : 
Weigh well his manners, life, and scope ; 
On these depends thy future hope. 
As on a time, in peaceful reign, 
A Bull enjoy'd the flowery plain, 
A Mastiff pass'd ; inflamed with ire, 
His eyeballs shot indignant fire ; 

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84 GAY'S FABLES. 

He foam'd, he raged with thirst of blood, 

Spurning the ground, the monarch stood, 

And roar'd aloud : " Suspend the fight ; 

In a whole skin go sleep to-night ; 

Or tell me, ere the battle rage, 

What wrongs provoke thee to engage ? 

Is it ambition fires thy breast, 

Or avarice, that ne'er can rest ? 

From these alone unjustly springs 

The world-destroying wrath of kings." 

The surly Mastiff thus returns : 
" Within my bosom, glory burns. 
Like heroes of eternal name, 
Whom poets sing, I fight for fame. 
The butcher's spirit-stirring mind 
To daily war my youth inclined ; 
He train'd me to heroic deed, 
Taught me to conquer or to bleed." 

" Curs'd Dog," the Bull replied, " no more 
I wonder at thy thirst of gore ; 
For thou beneath a butcher train'd, 
Whose hands with cruelty are stain'd, 
His daily murders in thy view 
Must, like thy tutor, blood pursue. 
Take, then, thy fate ! " With goring wound 
At once he lifts him from the ground : 
Aloft the sprawling hero flies, 
Mangled he falls, he howls, and dies. 1 

i The following lines from Dryden's translation of Juvenal, illustrate 
the application of this fable: 

" Children like tender osiers take the bow, 
And as they first are fashion'd always grow, 
For what we learn in youth, to that alone 
In age, we are by second nature, prone." 

It is similar to the fable in Msop, where the man about to be executed 
for a crime, bites his mother's ear off, when pretending to kiss her, 
because she had not corrected him for a theft when a boy. OWEN. 







FABLE X. 

THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER. 1 

THE man who with undaunted toils 
Sails unknown seas to unknown soils, 
With various wonders feasts his sight : 
"What stranger wonders does he write ? 
We read, and in description view 
Creatures which Adam never knew ; 

1 It must be confessed, that it is a high breach of probability, to 
introduce an elephant into a bookseller's shop; the author felt the 
objection, and has endeavoured, in some measure, to apologize for it by 
observing that travellers often see and describe wonderful objects, which 
are not the less true because they are uncommon. Birds and beasts, in 
the language of fable, may be supposed to talk, but an elephant in a 
bookseller's shop must be acknowledged to be too forced and unnatural 
a conceit. 

85 



86 GAY'S FABLES. 

For when we risk no contradiction, 

It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction. 

Those things that startle me or you, 

I grant are strange, yet may be true. 

Who doubts that Elephants are found 

For science and for sense renown'd ? 

Borri records their strength of parts, 1 

Extent of thought, and skill in arts ; 

How they perform the law's decrees, 

And save the state, the hangman's fees ; 2 

And how by travel understand 

The language of another land. 

Let those who question this report, 

To Pliny's ancient page resort.s 

How learn'd was that sagacious breed ! 

Who now (like them), the Greek can read ? 

As one of these, in days of yore, 
Rummaged a shop of learning o'er ; 
Not, like our modern dealers, minding 
Only the margin's breadth and binding ; 
A book his curious eye detains, 
Where, with exactest care and pains, 
Were every beast and bird portray'd, 
That e'er the search of man survey'd ; 
Their natures and their powers were writ 
With all the pride of human wit. 
The page, he, with attention spread, 
And thus remark'd on what he read : 

1 Borri was a Milanese quack. 

2 In some parts of India, Elephants are employed in putting criminals 
to death, by trampling on them. Hence Gay says : and sava the hang- 
man' 8 fees. 

s Pliny the elder was the author of a work upon Natural History, in 
which he relates many fabulous stories, including some very remarkable 
statements respecting the Elephant. 



THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER. 87 

" Man with strong reason is endow'd, 
A beast, scarce instinct is allow'd : 
But let this author's worth be tried, 
Tis plain that neither was his guide. 
Can he discern the different natures, 
And weigh the power of other creatures, 
Who by the partial work hath shown, 
He knows so little of his own ? 
How falsely is the spaniel drawn ! 
Did man from him, first learn to fawn ? 
A dog, proficient in the trade, 
He, the chief flatterer Nature made ? 
Go, Man ! the ways of courts discern, 
You'll find a spaniel still might learn. 
How can the fox's theft and plunder 
Provoke his censure or his wonder ? 
From courtiers' tricks and lawyers' arts, 
The fox might well improve his parts. 
The lion, wolf, and tiger's brood, 
He curses, for their thirst of blood : 
But is not man to man a prey ? 
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay." 

The Bookseller, who heard him speak, 
And saw him turn a page of Greek, 
Thought, " What a genius have I found ! " 
Then thus address'd with bow profound : 

" Learn'd Sir, if you'd employ your pen 
Against the senseless sons of men, 
Or write the history of Siam, 
No man is better pay than I am ; 
Or, since you're learn'd in Greek, let's see 
Something against the Trinity." 



88 GAY'S FABLES. 

When wrinkling with a sneer, his trunk, 
" Friend," quoth the Elephant, " you're drunk ; 
E'en keep your money, and be wise ; 
Leave man on man, to criticise ! 
For that you ne'er can want a pen, 
Among the senseless sons of men. 
They unprovok'd, will court the fray : 
Envy's a sharper spur than pay. 
No author ever spared a brother ; 
Wits are game-cocks, to one another, 1 

i The above fable, like many of our poet's, is rather a compilation of 
sarcastic exposures of several faults, than an application to one ; never- 
theless the envious rivalry of authors, and the illiberality of critics, are 
particularly exposed. No society is generally such a combination, open 
or concealed, of envy, hatred, and malice, as a society of professed wits, 
or popular critics. The ignorance of the latter order has been well 
exposed by Lord Byron in his English Bards and Scotch Reviewers : their 
illiberality is amusingly reproved in the following story from Boccalini. 

"A famous critic," says he, "having collected all the faults of an 
eminent poet, presented them to Apollo who, wishing to make a suitable 
return, desired the donor to pick the chaff from the corn in a sack of 
wheat which had just been thrashed out. The critic having completed 
the task with great industry and pleasure, Apollo presented him with, 
the chaff for his trouble." OWEN. 





FABLE XL 



THE PEACOCK, THE TURKEY, AND THE GOOSE. 

IN beauty, faults conspicuous grow ; 
The smallest speck is seen on snow. 

As near a barn, by hunger led, 
A Peacock with the poultry fed, 
All view'd him with an envious eye, 
And mock'd his gaudy pageantry. 
89 



90 GAY'S FABLES. 

He, conscious of superior merit, 
Contemns their base reviling spirit ; 
His state and dignity assumes, 
And to the sun displays his plumes, 
Which, like the heaven's o'er-arching skies, 
Are spangled with a thousand eyes, 
The circling rays, and varied light, 
At once confound their dazzled sight ; 
On every tongue detraction burns, 
And malice prompts their spleen by turns. 

" Mark with what insolence and pride 
The creature takes his haughty stride," 
The Turkey cries. " Can spleen contain ? 
Sure never bird was half so vain ; 
But were intrinsic merit seen, 
We Turkeys have the whiter skin." 

From tongue to tongue they caught abuse, 
And next was heard the hissing Goose : 
" What hideous legs ! what filthy claws ! 
I scorn to censure little flaws ; 
Then what a horrid squalling throat ! 
Ev'n owls are frighted at the note." 

" True : those are faults," the Peacock cries, 
" My scream, my shanks, you may despise ; 
But such blind critics rail in vain ; 
What, overlook my radiant train ! 
Know, did my legs (your scorn and sport), 
The Turkey, or the Goose, support, 
And did ye scream with harsher sound, 
Those faults in you, had ne'er been found : 
To all apparent beauties blind, 
Each blemish strikes an envious mind." 



THE PEACOCK, THE TURKEY, AND THE GOOSE. 91 

Thus in assemblies have I seen 
A nymph, of brightest charms and mien, 
Wake envy in each ugly face, 
And buzzing scandal fills the place.i 

i The moral here is applied to one species of envy alone, that of beauty 
bat the fable may be referred to every kind of it equally. Scandal is like 
a snail, which crawls over the loveliest fruit, aud ieeds on that which its 
own venom has first made foul ! OWEN. 





FABLE XII. 

CUPID, HYMEN AND PLUTUS. 

As Cupid in Cy thera's grove l 
Employ'd the lesser powers of Love ; 
Some shape the bow, or fit the string, 
Some give the taper shaft its wing, 
Or turn the polish'd quiver's mould, 
Or head the darts with temper'd gold. 

Amidst their toil and various care 
Thus Hymen, with assuming air, 

i Cythera, an island not far from Crete, in the Archipelago, sacred to 
Venus, from whence she was called Cythera. 



CUPID, HYMEN, AND PLUTUS. 93 

Address'd the god : " Thou purblind chit, 
Of awkward and ill-judging wit, 
If matches are no better made, 
At once I must forswear my trade 
You send me such ill-coupled folks, 
That 'tis a shame to sell them yokes. 
They squabble for a pin, a feather, 
And wonder how they came together. 
The husband's sullen, dogged, shy, 
The wife grows flippant in reply : 
He loves command and due restriction, 
And she as well likes contradiction : 
She never slavishly submits, 
She'll have her will, or have her fits. 
He this way tugs, she t'other draws ; 
The man grows jealous, and with cause ; 
Nothing can save him but divorce, 
And here the wife complies of course." 

" When," says the boy, " had I to do 
With either your affairs, or you ? 
I never idly spend my darts : 
You trade in mercenary hearts. 
For settlements the lawyer's fee'd ; 
Is my hand witness to the deed ? 
If they like cat and dog agree. 
Go rail at Plutus, not at me." 

Plutus appear'd, and said, " 'Tis true, 
In marriage, gold is all their view ; 
They seek not beauty, wit, or sense, 
And love is seldom the pretence. 
All offer incense at my shrine, 
And I alone the bargain sign. 



94 GAY'S FABLES. 

How can Belinda blame her fate ? 
She only ask'd a great estate. 
Doris was rich enough, 'tis true, 
Her lord must give her title too ; 
And every man, or rich or poor, 
A fortune asks, and asks no more." 
A.varice, whatever shape it bears, 
Must still be coupled with its cares. 





FABLE XIII. 

THE TAME STAG. 

As a young Stag the thicket past, 
The branches held his antlers fast ; 
A clown, who saw the captive hung, 
Across the horns his halter flung. 

Now safely hamper'd in the cord, 
He bore the present to his lord. 
His lord was pleased, as was the 'clown, 
When he was tipp'd with half-a-crown. 
The Stag was. brought before his wife ; 
The tender lady begg'd his life ; 

95 



96 GAY'S FABLES. 

" How sleek's the skin ! how speck'd like ermine ! 
Sure never creature was so charming ! " 

At first within the yard confined, 
He flies and hides from all mankind ; 
Now bolder grown, with fix'd amaze, 
And distant awe, presumes to gaze ; 
Munches the linen on the lines, 
And on a hood or apron dines, 
He steals my little master's bread, 
Follows the servants to be fed, 
Nearer and nearer now he stands, 
To feel the praise of patting hands ; 
Examines every fist for meat, 
And, though repulsed, disdains retreat ; 
Attacks again with levelled horns, 
And man, that was his terror, scorns. 

Such is the country maiden's fright, 
When first a red-coat is in sight ; 
Behind the door she hides her face, 
Next time, at distance, eyes the lace. 
She now can all his terrors stand, 
Nor from his squeeze withdraws her hand. 
She plays familiar in his arms, 
And every soldier hath his charms : 
From tent to tent she spreads her flame ; 
For custom conquers fear and shame. 





FABLE XIV. 

THE MONKEY WHO HAD SEEN THE WORLD. 

A MONKEY, to reform the times, 
Besolved to visit foreign climes ; 
For men in distant regions roam 
To bring politer manners home. 
So forth he fares, all toil defies : 
Misfortune serves to make us wise. 

At length the treacherous snare was laid ; 
Poor Pug was caught ; to town convey'd ; 
There sold. (How envied was his doom, 
Made captive in a lady's room ! ) 

97 7 



98 GAY'S FABLES. 

Proud, as a lover, of his chains, 

He, day by day, her favour gains. 

Whene'er the duty of the day 

The toilet calls, with mimic play 

He twirls her knots, he cracks her fan, 

Like any other gentleman. 

In visits, too, his parts and wit, 

When jests grew dull, were sure to hit. 

Proud with applause, he thought his mind 

In every courtly art refined ; 

Like Orpheus, burnt with public zeal, 

To civilize the monkey-weal ; 

So watch'd occasion, broke his chain, 

And sought his native woods again. 

The hairy sylvans round him press, 
Astonish'd at his strut and dress : 
Some praise his sleeve, and others glote 1 
Upon his rich embroider'd coat. 
His dapper periwig commending, 
With the black tail behind depending ; 
His powder'd back, above, below, 
Like hoary frosts, or fleecy snow ; 
But all, with envy and desire, 
His fluttering shoulder-knot admire. 

" Hear and improve," he pertly cries, 
" I come to make a nation wise. 
Weigh your own worth ; support your place, 
The next in rank to human race. 
In cities long I pass'd my days, 
Conversed with men, and learn'd their ways. 

1 Glote, probably for glout ; and means, to look sullen with envy. Gay 
uses the same word in another place : 

"With maliro hiss, with envy glote." Fable -23, line 29. 



THE MONKEY WHO HAD SEEN THE WORLD. 99 

Their dress, their courtly manners see ; 
Eeform your state, and copy me. 
Seek ye to thrive ? in flattery deal ; 
Your scorn, your hate, with that conceal. 
Seem only to regard your friends, 
But use them for your private ends. 
Stint not to truth the flow of wit, 
Be prompt to lie, whene'er 'tis fit. 
Bend all your force to spatter merit ; 
Scandal is conversation's spirit. 
Boldly to everything pretend, 
And men your talents shall commend. 
I knew the great. Observe me right ; 
So shall you grow, like man, polite." 

He spoke and bow'd. With muttering jaws, 
The wondering circle grinn'd applause. 

Now, warm'd with malice, envy, spite, 
Their most obliging friends they bite ; 
And fond to copy human ways, 
Practise new mischiefs all their days. 

Thus the dull lad, too tall for school, 
With travel finishes the fool ; 
Studious of every coxcomb's airs, 
He drinks, games, dresses, whores, and swears ; 
O'erlooks with scorn all virtuous arts, 
For vice is fitted to his parts. 




FABLE XV. 

THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE PHEASANTS. 

THE Sage, awaked at early day, 
Through the deep forest took his way ; 
Drawn by the music of the groves, 
Along the winding gloom he roves ; 
From tree to tree the warbling throats 
Prolong the sweet alternate notes. 
But where he past, he terror threw, 
The song broke short, the warblers flew ; 
The thrushes chatter'd with affright, 
And nightingales abhorr'd his sight ; 
100 



THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE PHEASANTS. 101 

All animals before him ran, 

To shun the hateful sight of man. 

" Whence is this dread of every creature ? 
Fly they our figure or our nature ? " 

As thus he walk'd in musing thought, 
His ear imperfect accents caught. 
With cautious step he nearer drew, 
By the thick shade conceal'd from view. 
High on the branch a Pheasant stood, 
Around her all her listening brood ; 
Proud of the blessings of her nest, 
She thus a mother's care express'd : 

" No dangers here shall circumvent ; 
Within the woods enjoy content. 
Sooner the hawk or vulture trust 
Than man, of animals the worst : 
In him ingratitude you find, 
A vice peculiar to the kind. 
The sheep, whose annual fleece is dyed 
To guard his health, and serve his pride ; 
Forced from his fold and native plain, 
Is, in the cruel shambles, slain. 
The swarms who, with industrious skill, 
His hives with wax and honey fill, 
In vain whole summer days employ'd ; 
Their stores are sold, the race destroy'd. 
What tribute from the goose is paid ! 
Does not her win 2 all science aid ? " 1 



1 It is strange how the plumage of one goose serves the passion of 
another, and the feather of the bird aids the enunciation of the venomous 
spleen of the man ! The quill is, 

" Torn from its parent-bird to form a pen, 
That mighty instrument of little men ! "BYRON.- OWEN. 



102 GAY'S FABLES. 

Does it not lovers' hearts explain, 

And drudge to raise the merchant's gain ? 

What now rewards this general use ? 

He takes the quills, and eats the goose. 

Man then avoid, detest his ways, 

So safety shall prolong your days. 

When services are thus acquitted, 

Be sure we Pheasants must be spitted." 




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FABLE XVI. 

THE PIN AND THE NEEDLE. 

A PIN who long had served a beauty, 
Proficient in the toilet's duty, 
Had form'd her sleeve, confined her hair ; 
Or given her knot a smarter air ; 
Now nearest to her heart was placed 
Now in her manteau's tail disgraced ; 
But could she partial Fortune blame, 
Who saw her lovers, served the same ? 
At length from all her honours cast, 
Through various turns of life she past : 
101 



104 GAY'S FABLES. 

Now glitter' d on a tailor's arm, 
Now kept a beggar's infant warm ; 
Now, ranged within a miser's coat, 
Contributes to his yearly groat ;i 
Now, raised again from low approach 
She visits in the doctor's coach : 
Here, there, by various fortune tost, 
At last in Gresham-hall was lost. 2 
Charm'd with the wonders of the show, 
On every side, above, below, 
She now of this or that, inquires ; 
What least was understood, admires 
'Tis plain each thing so struck her mind, 
Her head's of virtuoso kind. 

" And pray, what's this, and this, dear Sir ? " 
" A needle," says th' interpreter. 
She knew the name ; and thus the fool 
Address'd her, as a tailor's tool. 

" A needle with that filthy stone, 
Quite idle, all with rust o'ergrown ! 
You better might employ your parts, 
And aid the sempstress in her arts ; 
But tell me how the friendship grew 
Between that paltry flint and you ? " 

" Friend," says the Needle, " cease to blame ; 
I follow real worth and fame. 
Know'st thou the loadstone's power and art, 
That virtue, virtues can impart ? 

i This is in allusion to the proverb, " That a pin a day is a groat 
a year." 

a This (Gresham Hall) was originally the house of Sir Thomas Gresham, 
the celebrated founder of the Royal Exchange, who not content with 
other munificent acts towards his fellow creatures, converted his own 
dwelling into a museum. The Eoyal Society originated here in 1645. 
OWEN. 



THE PIN AND THE NEEDLE. 

Of all his talents I partake, 

Who then can such a friend forsake ? 

'Tis I direct the pilot's hand 

To shun the rocks and treacherous sand 

By me the distant world is known, 

And either India is our own. 

Had I with milliners been bred, 

What had I been ? the guide of thread, 

And drudged as vulgar Needles do, 

Of no more consequence than you." 



105 





FABLE XVII. 
THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF. 

A WOLF, with hunger, fierce and bold, 
Eavaged the plains, and thinn'd the fold ; 
Deep in the wood, secure he lay, 
The thefts of night regaled the day. 
In vain the shepherd's wakeful care 
Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare ; 
In vain the dog pursued his pace, 
The fleeter robber mock'd the chase. 

J06 



THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF. 107 

As Lightfoot ranged the forest round, 
By chance his foe's retreat he found. 

" Let us awhile the war suspend, 
And reason as from friend to friend." 

" A truce ! " replies the Wolf. 'Tis done. 
The Dog the parley thus begun. 

" How can that strong intrepid mind 
Attack a weak defenceless kind ? 
Those jaws should prey on nobler food, 
And drink the boar's and lion's blood. 
Great souls with generous pity melt, 
Which coward tyrants never felt. 
How harmless is our fleecy care ! 
Be brave, and let thy mercy spare." 

" Friend," says the wolf, " the matter weigh ; 
Mature design'd us beasts of prey ; 
As such, when hunger finds a treat, 
'Tis necessary Wolves should eat. 
If, mindful of the bleating weal, 
Thy bosom burn with real zeal, 
Hence, and thy tyrant lord beseech ; 
To him repeat the moving speech : 
A Wolf eats Sheep but now and then, 
Ten thousands are devour'd by men. 
An open foe may prove a curse 
But a pretended friend is worse." 




FABLE XVIII. 



THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY AND 
EVERYBODY. 

LEST men suspect your tale untrue, 
Keep probability in view. 
The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, 
The credit of his book confounds. 
Who with his tongue hath armies routed, 
Makes e'en his real courage doubted, 
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THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY, ETC. 109 

But flattery never seems absurd, 
The flatter'd always take your word : 
Impossibilities seem just, 
They take the strongest praise on trust. 
Hyperboles, though ne'er so great, 
Will still come short of self-conceit. 

So very like, a Painter drew, 
That every eye, the picture knew. 
He hit complexion, feature, air, 
So just, the life itself was there. 
No flattery with his colours laid, 
To bloom restored the faded maid ; 
He gave each muscle all its strength ; 
The mouth, the chin, the nose's length ; 
His honest pencil touch'd with truth. 
And mark'd the date of age and youth. 

He lost his friends, his practice fail'd ; 
Truth should not always be reveal'd. 
In dusty piles his pictures lay, 
For no one sent the second pay. 
Two bustos, fraught with every grace, 
A Venus' and Apollo's face, 
He placed in view ; resolved to please, 
Whoever sat, he drew from these, 
From these corrected every feature, 
And spirited each awkward creature. 

All things were set, the hour was come, 
His pallet ready o'er his thumb ; 
My Lord appear'd, and seated right, 
In proper attitude and light, 
The Painter look'd, he sketch'd the piece, 
Then dipt his pencil, talk'd of Greece, 



110 GAY'S FABLES. 

Of Titian's tints, of Guide's air ; l 

" Those eyes, my Lord, the spirit there 

Might well a Raphael's hand require, 

To give them all the native fire. 

The features, fraught with sense and wit, 

You'll grant are very hard to hit ; 

But yet with patience you shall view 

As much as paint and art can do." 

" Observe the work ! " My Lord replied, 
" Till now I thought my mouth was wide ; 
Besides, my nose is somewhat long : 
Dear Sir, for me, 'tis far too young." 

" Oh ! pardon me (the artist cried) 
In this, we Painters must decide. 
The piece, e'en common eyes must strike ; 
I warrant it extremely like." 

My Lord examined it anew ; 
No looking-glass seem'd half co true. 

A lady came, with borrow'd grace 
He, from his Venus, form'd her face. 
Her lover praised the Painter's art, 
So like the picture in his heart ! 
To every age, some charm he lent, 
E'en beauties were almost content. 

i These three painters (Titian, Guido, Raphael) seem to have been 
the favourites of Gay, and in his epistle to Paul Methuen, Esq., he again 
singles them out 

"Why didst thou, Kent, forgo thy native land, 
To emulate in picture Kaphael's hand ? 
Think'st thou for this to raise thy name at home? 
Go back, adorn the palaces of Borne ; 
There on the walls let thy just labours shine, 
And Baphael live again in thy design. 
Yet stay awhile, call all thy genius forth, 
For Burlington unbiass'd knows thy worth ; 
His judgment in thy master-strokes can trace, 
Titian's strong fire, and Guide's softer grace." 

GAT'S TOEMS. 



THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY, ETC. Ill 

Through all the town his art they praised ; 
His custom grew, his price was raised. 
Had he the real likeness shown, 
Would any man the picture own ? 
But when thus happily he wrought, 
Each found the likeness in his thought. 1 



1 The moral of this Fable is extremely faulty, for it seems to imply that 
because flattery was attended with success in the instance of the painter, 
therefore this example is commendable and worthy of being followed : 
whereas nothing can be more erroneous, both in moral and practice. A 
painter who followed this practice would be sure of gaining little or no 
patronage, for portrait painting implies to take likenesses ; and if no 
likeness is taken, even should the limner paint Apollos and Venuses, it 
is impossible he should succeed. It is far more likely that a painter like 
Sir Godfrey Kneller should obtain practice than such a flatterer. Sir 
Godfrey being applied to by a person who had no expression of counten- 
ance, refused to draw his portrait because, he said, Tie had no f nee. Gay 
acted very injudiciously in this instance. In the Address to the Duke of 
Cnmberland he mentions flattery as a vice, and here he describes it as a 
means of success ironically, perhaps, but the irony is difficult to be. 
understood by young persons. 





FABLE XIX. 

THE LION AND THE CUB. 

How fond are men of rule and place, 
Who court it from the mean and base J 
These cannot bear an equal nigh, 
But from superior merit fly. 
They love the cellar's vulgar joke, 
And lose their hours in ale and smoke. 
There o'er some petty club preside ; 
So poor, so paltry, is their pride ! 
Nay, e'en with fools, whole nights will sit, 
In hopes to be supreme in wit. 
112 



THE LION AND THE CUB. 113 

If these can read, to these I write, 
To set their worth in truest light. 

A Lion-cub, of sordid mind,, 
Avoided all the lion kind ; 
Fond of applause, he sought the feasts 
Of vulgar and ignoble beasts ; 
With asses all his time he spent, 
Their club's perpetual president. 
He caught their manners, looks, and airs ; 
An ass in everything but ears ! 
If e'er his Highness meant a joke, 
They grinn'd applause before he spoke ; 
But at each word what shouts of praise ! 
" Good gods ! how natural he brays !" 

Elate with flattery and conceit, 
He seeks his royal sire's retreat ; 
Forward, and fond to show his parts, 
His Highness brays ; the Lion starts. 

" Puppy ! that cursed vociferation 
Betrays thy life and conversation : 
Coxcombs, an ever-noisy race, 
Are trumpets of their own disgrace." 

"Why so severe?" the Cub replies, 
" Our senate always held me wise." 

" How weak is pride!" returns the sire; 
" All fools are vain when fools admire ! 
But know, what stupid asses prize, 
Lions and noble beasts despise." 1 



1 The moral of this Fable, as in the case of most others of Gay, is placed 
at the commencement, instead of at the end, of the story. OWEN. 

The folly of seeking applause from persons of inferior station and 
ability, is justly reprobated in this Fable, from the example of the young 
Lion. 

8 







FABLE XX. 



THE OLD HEN AND THE COCK. 

" RESTRAIN your child ! " you'll soon believe 
The text which says we sprung from Eve. 

As an old Hen led forth her train, 
And seem'd to peck to show the grain, 
She raked the chaff, she scratch'd the ground, 
And glean'd the spacious yard around : 
A giddy chick, to try her wings, 
On the well's narrow margin springs, 
114 



THE OLD HEN AND THE COCK. 115 

And prone she drops. The mother's breast 
All day with sorrow was possest. 

A Cock she met ; her son she knew ; 
And in her heart affection grew. 

" My son," says she, " I grant your years 
Have reach'd beyond a mother's cares. 
I see you vigorous, strong, and bold ; 
I hear with joy your triumphs told. 
'Tis not from Cocks thy fate I dread ; 
But let thy ever-wary tread 
Avoid yon well ; that fatal place 
Is sure perdition to our race. 
Print this my counsel on thy breast ; 
To the just gods I leave the rest." 

He thank'd her care ; yet day by day 
His bosom burn'd to disobey, 
And every time the well he saw, 
Scorn'd in his heart the foolish law : 
Near and more near each day he drew, 
And long'd to try the dangerous view. 
" What was this idle charge ? " he cries, 
" Let courage female fears despise. 
Or did she doubt my heart was brave, 
And therefore this injunction gave ? 
Or does her harvest store the place, 
A treasure for her younger race ? 
And would she thus my search prevent ? 
I stand resolved, and dare th' event." 

Thus said, he mounts the margin round, 
And pries into the depths profound. 
He stretch'd his neck, and from below, 
With stretching neck, advanced a foe : 

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116 GAY'S FABLES. 

With wrath his ruffled plumes he rears, 
The foe with ruffled plumes appears ; 
Threat answered threat, his fury grew ; 
Headlong to meet the war he flew ; 
But when the watery death he found, 
He thus lamented as he drown'd ; 

" I ne'er had been in this condition, 
But for my mother's prohibition." 1 

1 Some very beautiful examples of filial obedience have been framed 
upon this Fable, but I think that they have led the writers into an error 
as to Gay's meaning in it, which went into a deeper principle than the 
mere recommendation of such a direct duty. He would exemplify that 
depraved habit of our nature which causes restriction to become a pro- 
vocative to disobedience ; for which cause the Persians were quite right 
in appointing one master, out of the four they set over each of their 
young princes, to instruct his pupil in self-denial and subjugation of his 
appetites. This thirst for forbidden knowledge, merely because it is 
forbidden, has ever been the scourge of the soul, and " Nitimur in veti- 
tum " its motto, long before the time of Ovid. OWEN. 

The Kev. W. COXE says : " The moral of this Fable is very defective, 
and inculcates a false principle, for, according to the doctrine here laid 
down, parents ought not to instruct their children, or prohibit them from 
doing wrong, because, as we are descended from Adam and Eve, that original 
frailty, which we are supposed to derive from them, may possibly lead us to 
disobey, for the sake of disobedience, and merely out of contradiction. The 
moral might have been easily improved. The Cock might have observed that 
he was deservedly punished for his disobedience, and was drowned for acting 
contrary to his mother's good advice, which his duty obliged him to follow." 





FABLE 



THE RATCATCHER AND CATS. 

THE rats by night such mischief did, 
Betty was every morning chid : 
They undermined whole sides of bacon, 
Her cheese was sapp'd, her tarts were taken ; 
Her pasties, fenced with thickest paste, 
"Were all demolish'd and laid waste : 
She cursed the Cat, for want of duty, 
Who left her foes a constant booty. 

An engineer, of noted skill, 
Engaged to stop the growing ill. 
117 



118 GAY'S FABLES. 

From room to room he now surveys 
Their haunts, their works, their secret ways ; 
Finds where they 'scape an ambuscade, 
And whence the nightly sally's made. 

An envious Cat from place to place, 
Unseen, attends his silent pace : 
She saw that if his trade went on, 
The purring race must be undone ; 
So secretly removes his baits, 
And every stratagem defeats. 

Again he sets the poison'd toils, 
And puss again the labour foils. 

" What foe, to frustrate my designs, 
My schemes thus nightly countermines?" 
Incensed, he cries ; " this very hour 
The wretch shall bleed beneath my power." 

So said, a pond'rous trap he brought, 
And in the fact poor Puss was caught. 

" Smuggler," says he, " thou shalt be made 
A victim to our loss of trade." 

The captive Cat, with piteous mews, 
For pardon, life, and freedom sues : 
" A sister of the science spare ; 
One interest is our common care." 
"What insolence!" the man replied; 
" Shall Cats with us the game divide ? 
Were all your interloping band 
Extinguish'd, or expell'd the land, 
We Ratcatchers might raise our fees, 
Sole guardians of a nation's cheese!" 

A Cat, who saw the lifted knife, 
Thus spoke, and saved her sister's life 



THE RATCATCHER AND CATS. 119 

" In every age and clime we see 
Two of a trade can ne'er agree. 1 
Each hates his neighbour for encroaching ; 
'Squire stigmatizes 'squire for poaching ; 
Beauties with beauties are in arms, 
And scandal pelts each other's charms ; 
Kings, too, their neighbour kings dethrone, 
In hope to make the world their own : 
But let us limit our desires, 
Not war like beauties, kings, and 'squires ; 
For though we both one prey pursue, 
There's game enough for us and you." 

i The line, "Two of a trade can ne'er agree," has become a well-known 
proverb. 





FABLE XXII. 

THE GOAT WITHOUT A BEARD. 

'Tis certain that the modish passions 
Descend among the crowd, like fashions. 
Excuse me, then, if pride, conceit, 
(The manners of the fair and great) 
I give to monkeys, asses, dogs, 
Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and hogs. 
I say that these are proud, what then ? 
I never said they equal men. 

A Goat (as vain as Goat can be) 
Affected singularity ; 

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THE GOAT WITHOUT A BEARD. 121 

Whene'er a thymy bank he found, 
He roll'd upon the fragrant ground, 
And then with fond attention stood, 
Fix'd o'er his image in the flood. 

" I hate my frowzy beard," he cries, 
" My youth is lost in this disguise. 
Did not the females know my vigour, 
Well might they loath this reverend figure." 

Eesolved to smooth his shaggy face, 
He sought the barber of the place. 
A flippant monkey, spruce and smart, 
Hard by, profess'd the dapper art. 
His pole with pewter basins hung, 
Black rotten teeth in order strung, 
Eanged cups, that in the window stood, 
Lined with red rags, to look like blood, 
Did well his threefold trade explain, 
Who shaved, drew teeth, and breathed a vein. 1 

The Goat he welcomes with an air, 
And seats him in his wooden chair : 
Mouth, nose, and cheek, the lather hides ; 
Light, smooth, and swift, the razor glides. 

" I hope your custom, Sir," says Pug, 
" Sure never face was half so smug ! " 

The Goat, impatient for applause. 
Swift to the neighbouring hill withdraws ; 
The shaggy people grinn'd and stared, 

"Heyday ! what's here ? without a beard ! 
Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace ? 
What envious hand hath robb'd your face ? " 

1 To breathe a vein to cup or let blood. This is a graphic description of 
the ancient signs of the barbers (or barber-surgeons), who, as is well known, 
formerly joined the art of " Chirurgery " to that of shaving and dressing hair 



122 GAY'S FABLES. 

When thus the fop with smiles of scorn : 
" Are beards by civil nations worn ? 
E'en Muscovites have mow'd their chins. 2 
Shall we, like formal Capuchins 3 
Stubborn in pride, retain the mode, 
And bear about the hairy load ? 
Whene'er we through the village stray, 
Are we not mock'd along the way, 
Insulted with loud shouts of scorn, 
By boys, our beards disgraced and torn ? " 

" Were you no more with Goats to dwell, 
Brother, I grant you reason well ; " 
Eeplies a bearded chief. " Beside, 
If boys can mortify thy pride, 
How wilt thou stand the ridicule 
Of our whole flock ? Affected fool ! 
Coxcombs, distinguish'd from the rest, 
To all but coxcombs are a jest." * 

2 The Muscovites or Russians were compelled by Peter the Great to shave 
their beards. 

3 The Capuchins, an order of friars, who shave their heads, but suffer their 
beards to grow. 



* This Fable is somewhat akin to that of the Fox without a Tail, in ^Esop, 
although what is there represented as a dexterous subterfuge to conceal a mis- 
fortune, is here the voluntary act of self-conceit. OWEN. 





FABLE XXIII. 

THE OLD WOMAN AND HER CATS. 

WHO friendship with a knave hath made, 
Is judged a partner in the trade. 
The matron who conducts abroad 
A willing nymph, is thought a bawd ; 
And if a modest girl is seen 
With one who cures a lover's spleen, 
We guess her not extremely nice, 
And only wish to know her price. 

123 



124 GAY'S FABLES. 

Tis thus that on the choice of friends 
Our good or evil name depends. 

A wrinkled hag, of wicked fame, 
Beside a little smoky flame 
Sate hovering, pinch'd with age and frost ; 
Her shrivell'd hands, with veins emboss'd, 
Upon her knees her weight sustains, 
While palsy shook her crazy brains : 
She mumbles forth her backward prayers, 
An untamed scold of fourscore years : 
About her swarm'd a numerous brood 
Of Cats, who, lank with hunger, mew'd. 

Teased with their cries her choler grew, 
And thus she sputter'd, " Hence, ye crew ! 
Fool that I was, to entertain 
Such imps, such fiends, a hellish train ! 
Had ye been never housed and nursed, 
I for a witch had ne'er been cursed. 
To you I owe that crowds of boys 
Worry me with eternal noise ; 
The horseshoe's nail'd each threshold's guard! 
Straws laid across, my pace retard, 
The stunted broom the wenches hide, 
For fear that I should up and ride ; 
They stick with pins my bleeding seat, 
And bid me show my secret teat." 

" To hear you prate would vex a saint ; 
Who hath most reason of complaint ? " 
Eeplies a Cat : " Let's come to proof. 
Had we ne'er starved beneath your roof, 
We had, like others of our race, 
In credit lived as beasts of chase. 



THE OLD WOMAN AND HER CAT& 125 

'Tis infamy to serve a hag ; 
Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag ! 
And boys against our lives combine, 
Because, 'tis said, your Cats have nine." 1 

1 When Gay wrote his Fables, the belief in witchcraft, though much di- 
minished, still prevailed ; and it was not till the year 1735 that the absurd and 
inhuman laws against witchcraft were repealed. King James the First explained 
the practices of evil spirits, the compacts of witches, their ceremonies, the 
manner of detecting them, and the justice of punishing them ; and in the 
first year of his reign the Parliament passed a law inflicting death on all 
persons invoking, employing, feeding, or rewarding any evil spirit, whereby 
any person should be destroyed, consumed, pined or wasted, in any part of the 
body. The consequence of this severe law, to the terror of old women, who 
were more particularly marked out as such, witches were discovered in such 
abundance that scarcely a village was without one ; and in one particular 
place in Lancashire their number was supposed to be greater than that of the 
houses. And many innocent persons, distressed with poverty and age, were 
condemned to death by legal conviction in the courts of justice, and as many 
more suffered from the credulous fury of the populace. At present the influ- 
ence of witches is, fortunately, chiefly confined to fables and fairy stories, 
although in some parts, notably in the West of England, the influence of the 
White Witch is still believed in, and his or her advice sought by many super- 
stitious persons. 





FABLE XXIV. 

THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL. 

ALL upstarts, insolent in place, 
Eemind us of their vulgar race. 

As in the sunshine of the morn 
A Butterfly, but newly born, 
Sate proudly perking on a rose, 
With pert conceit his bosom glows ; 
His wings, all glorious to behold, 
Bedropt with azure, jet, and gold, 

126 



THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL. 127 

Wide he displays ; the spangled dew 
Keflects his eyes and various hue. 

His now-forgotten friend, a Snail, 
Beneath his house, with slimy trail 
Crawls o'er the grass, whom when he spies, 
In wroth he to the gardener cries 
" What means yon peasant's daily toil, 
From choking weeds to rid the soil ? 
Why wake you to the morning's care ? 
Why with new arts correct the year ? 
Why grows the peach with crimsbn hue 
And why the plum's inviting blue ? 
Were they to feast his taste design'd, 
That vermin of voracious kind ? 
Crush then the slow, the pilfering race, 
So purge thy garden from disgrace." 

" What arrogance ! " the Snail replied. 
" How insolent is upstart pride ! 
Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain, 
Provoked my patience to complain, 
I had conceal'd thy meaner birth, 
Nor traced thee to the scum of earth : 
Tor scarce nine suns have waked the hours, 
To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers, 
Since I thy humbler life survey'd, 
In base, in sordid guise array'd. 
A hideous insect, vile, unclean, 
You dragged a slow and noisome train, 
And from your spider-bowels drew 
Foul film, and spun the dirty clue, 
I own my humble life, good friend ; 
Snail was I born, and Snail shall end. 



128 GAY'S FABLES. 

And, what's a Butterfly ? at best, 
He's but a caterpillar drest ; 
And all thy race, a numerous seed, 
Shall prove of caterpillar breed." 1 



1 The moral in this Fable directs our scorn to the vulgar pride and tyranny 
of upstart pretenders, in whom, like the ass in the lion's skin, the meanness of 
their original nature will peep out, in spite of all adventitious ornament of 
rank and fortune. This Fable exposes, from the example of the Butterfly, a 
feeling which is the mark of a narrow contracted mind ; an upstart pride, which 
is puffed up with elevation, forgets its low station, and disdainfully looks 
down upon former associates. It at the same time commends, from the example 
of the Snail, that humility which is not ashamed of its own inferiority. 





FABLE XXV. 



THE SCOLD AND THE PAEROT. 

THE husband thus reproved his wife : 
" Who deals in slander, lives in strife. 
Art thou the herald of disgrace, 
Denouncing war to all thy race ? 
Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage, 
Which spares nor friend, nor sex, nor age ? 
129 9 



130 GAY'S FABLES. 

That vixen tongue of your's, my dear, 
Alarms our neighbours far and near. 
Good gods ! 'tis like a rolling river, 
That murmuring flows, and flows for ever ! 
Ne'er tired, perpetual discord sowing ! 
Like fame, it gathers strength by going." 

" Hey-day," the flippant tongue replies, 
" How solemn is the fool ! how wise ! 
Is Nature's choicest gift debarr'd ? 
Nay, frown not, for I will be heard. 
Women of late are finely ridden, 
A Parrot's privilege forbidden ! 
You praise his talk, his squalling song, 
But wives are always in the wrong." 

Now reputations flew in pieces 
Of mothers, daughters, aunts, and nieces : 
She ran the Parrot's language o'er, 
Bawd, hussy, drunkard, slattern, whore ; 
On all the sex she vents her fury, 
Tries and condemns without a jury. 

At once the torrent of her words 
Alarni'd cat, monkey, dogs, and birds ; 
All join their forces to confound her, 
Puss spits, the monkey chatters round her ; 
The yelping cur her heels assaults : 
The magpie blabs out all her faults ; 
Poll, in the uproar, from his cage, 
With this rebuke outscream'd her rage : 

" A Parrot is for talking prized, 
But prattling women are despised. 
She who attacks another's honour, 
Draws every living thing upon her : 



THE SCOLD AND THE PARROT. 



131 



Think, Madam, when you stretch your lungs, 
That all your neighbours too have tongues. 
One slander must ten thousand get ; 
The world with interest pays the debt." 1 

1 The moral of this Fable is obvious, and it exemplifies the proverb of 
Solomon : " It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious 
and an angry woman." A work by a recent writer (Edna Lyall), "The Auto- 
biography of a Slander," well illustrates the latter portion of this striking 
Fable. 





FABLE XXVI. 

THE CUR AND THE MASTIFF 

A SNEAKING Cur, the master's spy, 
Eewarded for his daily lie, 
With secret jealousies and fears 
Set all together by the ears. 
Poor puss to-day was in disgrace, 
Another cat supplied her place ; 
The hound was beat, the Mastiff chid, 
The monkey was the room forbid ; 

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THE CUll AND THE MASTIFF. 133 

Each to his dearest friend grew shy, 
And none could tell the reason why. 
A plan to rob the house was laid : 
The thief with love seduced the maid, 
Cajol'd the Cur, and stroked his head, 
And bought his secrecy with bread. 
He next the Mastiff's honour tried, 
Whose honest jaws the bribe defied : 
He stretch'd his hand to proffer moTe ; 
The surly Dog his fingers tore. 

Swift ran the Cur ; with indignation 
The master took his information. 
" Hang him, the villain's cursed," he cries ; 
And round his neck the halter ties. 

The Dog his humble suit preferr'd 
And begg'd in justice to be heard. 
The master sat. On either hand 
The cited Dogs confronting stand ; 
The Cur the bloody tales relates, 
And like a lawyer, aggravates. 

" Judge not unheard," the Mastiff cried, 
" But weigh the cause of either side. 
Think not that treachery can be just ; 
Take not informers' words on trust ; 
They ope their hand to every pay, 
And you and me by turns betray." 

He spoke ; and all the truth appear'd ; 
The Cur was hang'd, the Mastiff clear'd. 1 



1 This Fable also deals with scandal, but proves that retailers of scandal may 
in vain hope to escape detection ; for like the cur in this Fable, liars will 
sooner or later be discovered and punished. Here also Solomon's words apply : 
" Where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth." 




"Aw. 



FABLE XXVII. 



THE SICK MAN AND THE ANGEL. 

" Is there no hope ? " the sick man said. 
The silent doctor shook his head ; 
And took his leave with signs of sorrow, 
Despairing of his fee to-morrow. 

When thus the Man, with gasping breath ; 
" I feel the chilling wound of Death ! 
Since I must bid the world adieu, 
Let me my former life review. 

134 



THE SICK MAN AND THE ANGEL. 135 

I grant my bargains well were made ; 

But all men over-reach in trade : 

'Tis self-defence in each profession ; 

Sure self-defence is no transgression. 

The little portion in my hands, 

By good security on lands 

Is well increased. If, unawares, 

My justice to myself and heirs 

Hath let my debtor rot in jail, 

For want of good sufficient bail ; 

If I by writ, or bond, or deed, 

Eeduced a family to need, 

My will hath made the world amends ; 

My hope on charity depends. 1 

When I am number'd with the dead, 

And all my pious gifts are read, 

By heaven and earth 'twill then be known 

My charities were amply shown." 

An Angel came : " Ah ! friend," he cried, 

" No more in nattering hope confide. 

Can thy good deeds in former times 

Outweigh the balance of thy crimes ? 

What widow or what orphan prays, 

To crown thy life with length of days ? 

A pious action's in thy power, 

Embrace with joy the happy hour. 

Now while you draw the vital air, 

Prove your intention is sincere : 

1 The same word in Greek which signifies "grace" also means "charity," 
but with the usual waywardness and self-deceiving reliance upon their own 
merits exhibited by mankind, the poor wretch here depends upon the latter 
meaning of the word, synonymous with his benevolent acts, instead of its 
proper meaning, the free, unmerited favour of Heaven. The angel's reply is 
very applicable to detect the hypocrisy of his boasted piety. OWEN. 



136 GAY'S FABLES. 

This instant give a hundred pound ; 
Your neighbours want, and you abound." 

" But why such haste," the sick Man whines, 
" Who knows as yet what Heaven designs ? 
Perhaps I may recover still : 
That sum and more are in my will." 

" Fool," says the Vision, " now 'tis plain 
Your life, your soul, your heaven, was gain. 
From every side, with all your might, 
You scraped, and scraped beyond your right ; 
And after death would fain atone, 
By giving what is not your own." 

" While there is life, there's hope," he cried, 
" Then why such haste ? " so groan'd and died. 





FABLE XXVIII. 

THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, ANP THE CLOUD. 

Is there a bard whom genius fires, 
Whose every thought the god inspires ? 
When Envy reads the nervous lines, 
She frets, she rails, she raves, she pines ; 
Her hissing snakes with venom swell ; 
She calls her venal train from hell : 
137 



138 GAY'S FABLES. 

The servile fiends her nod obey, 
And all Curl's authors are in pay. 1 
Fame calls up Calumny and Spite ; 
Thus shadow owes its birth to light. 

As prostrate to the god of day, 
With heart devout, a Persian lay, 2 
His invocation thus begun : 

" Parent of light ! all seeing Sun ! 
Prolific beam, whose rays dispense 3 
The various gifts of Providence ; 
Accept our praise, our daily prayer, 
Smile on our fields, and bless the year." 

A Cloud, who mock'd his grateful tongue, 
The day with sudden darkness hung ; 
With pride and envy swell'd, aloud 
A voice thus thunder'd from the Cloud : 

" Weak is this gaudy god of thine, 
Whom I at will, forbid to shine. 
Shall I nor vows nor incense know ? 
Where praise is due the praise bestow." 

i Edmund Curl was a noted bookseller and publisher, much ridiculed by 
Pope and Swift, and often alluded to in the "Dunciad." He has lately been 
brought forward again as one of the characters in Lytton's play, " Not so Bad 
as We Seem." OWEN. 

Curl, it may be remembered, wrote and published the first biography of 
Gay, in the year following the poet's death. He died in 1747, aged 72. 

Gay has, in another part of his works, satirized poor Curl : 

" Were Prior, Congreve, Swift and Pope unknown, 
Poor slander selling Curl would be undone." 

The Editor of Bishop Atterbury says of him, that " Whatever were his de- 
merits, they were amply atoned for by his indefatigable industry in preserving 
our national remains : nor did he publish a single volume, but what, amidst a 
profusion of baser metal, contained some precious ore, some valuable reliques, 
which future collectors could nowhere else have found." 

8 Many of the ancient nations worshipped the Sun as the Supreme Being, 
but the Persians particularly ; the Parsees still worship it. 

3 Prolific beam. Fruitful. 

Prior also applies the word in the same sense to the Sun : 

" From the middle of the world 

The sun's prolific rays are hurl'd." 



THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, AND THE CLOUD. 139 

With fervent zeal the Persian moved, 
Thus the proud calumny reproved ; 
" It was that god who claims my pray'r, 
Who gave thee birth, and raised thee there ; 
When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, 
Thy substance is but plainer shown : 
A passing gale, a puff of wind, 
Dispels thy thickest troops combined." 

The gale arose ; the vapour tost 
The sport of winds, in air was lost ; l 
The glorious orb the day refines : 
Thus Envy breaks, thus Merit shines. 2 

1 The moral of this Fable is just, as the description is sublime : it shows that 
true greatness will always shine forth in the midst of the storms of life, and 
will finally overcome base envy, which 

" "Withereth at another's joy, 

And hates that excellence it cannot reach." 

THOMSON s " SEASONS." 

2 This Fable exposes the fatal consequence of inveterate habits. Whenever 
any darling sin has taken full possession of our minds, it generally becomes a 
ruling passion, and accompanies us to the grave. Hypocrisy may, on a death- 
bed, affect to condemn ; yet a long indulged habit wiU gain the victory, and lay 
bare the heart without disguise. COXE. 





FABLE XXIX. 

THE FOX AT THE POINT OF DEATH. 

A Fox, in life's extreme decay, 
Weak, sick, and faint, expiring lay ; 
All appetite had left his maw, 
And age disarm'd his mumbling jaw. 
His numerous race around him stand, 
To learn their dying sire's command : 
He raised his head with whining moan, 
And thus was heard the feeble tone : 

140 



THE FOX AT THE POINT OF DEATH. 141 

" Ah, sons ! from evil ways depart ; 
My crimes lie heavy on my heart. 
See, see the murder'd geese appear ! 
Why are those bleeding turkeys there ? 
Why all around this cackling train, 
Who haunt my ears for chickens slain ? " 
The hungry Foxes round them stared, 
And for the promised feast prepared. 

" Where, Sir, is all this dainty cheer ? 
Nor turkey, goose, nor hen, is here : 
These are the phantoms of your brain, 
And your sons lick their lips in vain." 

" gluttons ! " says the drooping sire, 
" Eestrain inordinate desire : 
Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, 
When peace of conscience is no more. 
Does not the hound betray our pace, 
And gins and guns destroy our race ? 
Thieves dread the searching eye of power, 
And never feel the quiet hour. 
Old age (which few of us shall know) 
Now puts a period to my woe.' 
Would you true happiness attain, 
Let honesty your passions rein ; 
So live in credit and esteem, 
And the good name you lost, redeem." 

" The counsel's good," a Fox replies, 
" Could we perform what you advise. 
Think what our ancestors have done ? 
A line of thieves from son to son : 
To us descends the long disgrace, 
And infamy hath mark'd our race. 



142 GAY'S FABLES. 

Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed, 

Honest in thought, in word, and deed ; 

Whatever hen-roost is decreased, 

We shall be thought to share the feast. 

The change shall never be believed : 

A lost good name is ne'er retrieved." 

" Nay, then," replies the feeble Fox ; 
" But, hark ! I hear a hen that clucks : 
Go, but be moderate in your food : 
A chicken, too, might do me good." 1 

i This liable of hypocrisy somewhat resembles Fable xxvil., except in 
r the additional feature here exhibited, of the fancy which besets men 
that they have forsaken their vices, when really they are too old to 
practise them. OWEN. 








FABLE XXX. 



THE SETTING DOG AND THE PARTRIDGE. 

THE ranging Dog the stubble tries, 
And searches every breeze that flies. 
The scent grows warm ; with cautious fear 
He creeps, and points the covey near ; 
The men in silence, far behind, 
Conscious of game the net unbind. 

143 



144 GAY'S FABLES. 

A Partridge, with experience wise, 
The f raudf ul preparation spies ; 
She mocks their toils, alarms her brood, 
The covey springs, and seeks the wood ; 
But, ere her certain wing she tries, 
Thus to the creeping Spaniel cries : 
" Thou fawning slave to man's deceit, 
Thou pimp of luxury, sneaking cheat, 
Of thy whole species, thou disgrace, 
Dogs should disown thee of their race ! 
For if I judge their native parts, 
They're born with honest, open hearts ; 
And, ere they served man's wicked ends, 
Were generous foes, or real friends." 

When thus the Dog, with scornful smile : 
" Secure of wing, thou dar'st revile. 
Clowns are to polish'd manners blind : 
How ign'rant is the rustic mind ! 
My worth sagacious courtiers see, 
And to preferment rise like me. 
The thriving pimp, who beauty sets, 
Hath oft enhanced a nation's debts ; 
Friend sets 1 his friend, without regard, 
And ministers his skill reward : 
Thus train'd by man, I learnt his ways, 
And growing favour feasts my days." 

"I might have guess'd," the Partridge 

said, 
" The place where you were train'd and fed ; 

1 The meaning here attached to this word, "set," as in the line but one 
above, is to betray ; the metaphor being obviously taken from the act of a dog 
discovering game. The noun "setter" is used in the same sense by Poins, 
speaking of Gadshill, Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Scene 2. OWEN. 



THE SETTING DOG AND THE PARTRIDGE. 



145 



Servants are apt, and in a trice 
Ape to a hair their master's vice. 
You came from court, you say Adieu!" 
She said, and to the covey flew. 1 

i With his usual bitterness against court intrigue, engendered by his 
own disappointment, Gay here attacks the servility with which the 
courtier fawns upon his patron, and the treachery which is ever ready, in 
the pernicious atmosphere of a court, to poison and betray friendship. 
Moreover, he alludes to the exact reflection of the vices of the upper 
classes, which the lower strive to exhibit, though those will admit who 
have mixed in upper society, that the grossest vulgarity of feeling, if not 
of manner, is frequently found amongst people of highest rank. OWEN. 




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FABLE XXXI. 

THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION. 

A RAKE, by every passion ruled, 
With every vice his youth had cool'd ; 
Disease his tainted blood assails, 
His spirits droop, his vigour fails : 
With secret ills at home he pines, 
And, like infirm old age, declines. 

As twinged with pain, he pensive sits, 
And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits 
A ghastly phantom, lean and wan, 
Before him rose, and thus began : 

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THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION. 147 

" My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear ; 
Attend, and be advised by Care. 
Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor pow'r, 
Can give the heart a cheerful hour 
When health is lost. Be timely wise : 
With health all taste of pleasure flies." 

Thus said, the phantom disappears. 
The wary counsel waked his fears : 
He now from all excess abstains, 
With physic purifies his veins ; 
And, to procure a sober life, 
Resolves to venture on a wife. 

But now again the Sprite ascends 
Where'er he walks his ear attends ; 
Insinuates that beauty's frail, 
That perseverance must prevail ; 
With jealousies his brain inflames, 
And whispers all her lovers' names. 
In other hours she represents 
His household charge, his annual rents, 
Increasing debts, perplexing duns, 
And nothing for his younger sons. 

Straight all his thought to gain he turns, 
And with the thirst of lucre burns. 
But, when possess'd of fortune's store. 
The Spectre haunts him more and more ; 
Sets want and misery in view, 
Bold thieves and all the murdering crew ; 
Alarms him with eternal frights, 
Infests his dream, or wakes his nights. 
How shall he chase this hideous guest ? 
Power may p'r'aps protect his rest. 

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148 GAY'S FABLES. 

To power he rose. Again the Sprite 
Besets him, morning, noon, and night ; 
Talks of Ambition's tottering seat, 
How Envy persecutes the great ; 
Of rival hate, of treach'rous friends, 
And what disgrace his fall attends. 

The court he quits to fly from Care. 
And seeks the peace of rural air: 
His groves, his fields, amused his hours ; 
He pruned his trees, he raised his flowers. 
But Care again his steps pursues, 
Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews, 
Of plundering insects, snails, and rains, 
And droughts that starved the labour'd plains. 
Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there ; 
In vain we seek to fly from Care. 

At length he thus the Ghost addrest : 
" Since thou must be my constant guest 
Be kind, and follow me no more ; 
For Care, by right, should go before." l 

1 Under & representation of the vanity of all hnman pursuits, which closely 
resembles the picture given of life by Solomon, in Ecclesiastes, Gay draws an 
application of the virtue of prudence, which, by preventing ill, may forestall 
anxiety. OWEN. 





FABLE XXXII. 



THE TWO OWLS AND THE SPARROW. 

Two formal Owls together sat, 
Conferring thus in solemn chat : 

" How is the modern taste decay'd ! 
Where's the respect to wisdom paid ? 
Our worth the Grecian sages knew ; 
They gave our sires the honour due ; 
They weigh'd the dignity of fowls, 
And pry'd into the depth of Owls. 



150 GAY'S FABLES. 

Athens, the seat of learned fame, 
With general voice revered our name ; 
On merit title was conferr'd, 
And all adored th' Athenian bird." 1 

" Brother, you reason well," replies 
The solemn mate, with half-shut eyes ; 
" Eight : Athens was the seat of learning ; 
And truly wisdom is discerning. 
Besides, on Pallas' helm we sit, 2 
The type and ornament of wit : 
But now, alas ! we're quite neglected, 
And a pert Sparrow's more respected." 

A Sparrow, who was lodged beside, 
O'erhears them soothe each other's pride, 
And thus he nimbly vents his heat : 

" "Who meets a fool must find conceit. 
I grant you were at Athens graced, 
And on Minerva's helm were placed ; 
But every bird that wings the sky, 
Except an Owl, can tell you why. 
From hence they taught their schools to 

know 

How false we judge by outward show ; 
That we should never looks esteem, 
Since fools as wise as you, might seem. 
Would ye contempt and scorn avoid, 
Let your vain-glory be destroy'd ; 
Humble your arrogance of thought, 
Pursue the ways by nature taught ; 

1 The owl (the Athenian bird) was much respected at Athens as being the 
favourite bird of Pallas or Minerva, the protectress of the city. 

2 The figure of an owl was usually placed on the helmet of Pallas or Minerva, 
the Goddess of Wisdom. 



THE TWO OWLS AND THE SPARROW. 151 

So shall you find delicious fare, 
And grateful farmers praise your care ; 
So shall sleek mice your chase reward, 
And no keen cat find more regard." 1 



i The moral of the Fable, says Owen, is rather forced, for the owl 
was dedicated to Minerva, the patroness of Athens, on account of its 
symbolizing the far-sightedness of wisdom, in looking through the dark- 
ness of ignorance and error; thus a wise man, like an owl, sees whese 
others are blind. Otherwise the reproof by the poet 9f vain assumption 
is forcible enough, as well as of the error of human judgment, in being 
guided by external appearances. 





FABLE XXXIII. 



THE COURTIER AND PROTEUS. 

WHENE'ER a Courtier's out of place, 
The country shelters his disgrace ; 
Where, dooni'd to exercise and health, 
His house and gardens own his wealth. 
He builds new schemes, in hope to gain 
The plunder of another reign ; 

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THE COURTIER AND PROTEUS. 153 

Like Philip's son, would fain be doing, 1 
And sighs for other realms to ruin. 

As one of these (without his wand), 
Pensive along the winding strand 
Employ'd the solitary hour, 
In projects to regain his power, 
The waves in spreading circles ran, 
Proteus arose, and thus began : 

" Came you from court ? for in your mien 
A self-important air is seen." 

He frankly own'd his friends had trick'd him 
And how he fell his party's victim. 

" Know," says the god, " by matchless skill 
I change to every shape at will ; 
But yet I'm told, at court you see 
Those who presume to rival me." 

Thus said : a snake, with hideous trail, 
Proteus extends his scaly mail. 

" Know," says the man, " tho' proud in place, 
All courtiers are of reptile race. 
Like you, they take that dreadful form, 
Bask in the sun, and fly the storm ; 
With malice hiss, with envy gloat, 
And for convenience change their coat ; 
With new-got lustre rear their head, 
Though on a dunghill born and bred." 



1 Alexander, the son of Philip, king of Macedon, who is said to have sighed 
and shed tears because he had no more realms or worlds to conquer. 
See also Fable 15, lines 17 to 20, in Part 2, " When Philip's son, etc." 
When it is considered that Gay wrote his Fables by desire of Queen Caroline, 
and for the instruction of the Duke of Cumberland, it must be confessed that 
he cannot be accused of flattery to Courts or Courtiers. On the contrary, he 
takes every occasion to censure Courts and rail at Courtiers, an example of 
which occurs in this Fable, as well as in that of the Setting Dog and the 
Partridge, a proof of his spirit at least, if not of his discretion. 



154 GAY'S FABLES. 

Sudden the god a lion stands ; 
He shakes his mane, he spurns the sands ; 
Now a fierce lynx, with fiery glare ; 
A wolf, an ass, a fox, a bear. 

" Had I ne'er lived at court," he cries, 
" Such transformation might surprise ; 
But there, in quest of daily game, 
Each able Courtier acts the same. 
Wolves, lions, lynxes, while in place, 
Their friends and fellows are their chase. 
They play the bear's and fox's part, 
Now rob by force, now steal with art. 
They sometimes in the senate bray, 
Or, changed again to beasts of prey, 
Down from the lion to the ape, 
Practise the frauds of every shape." 
So said, upon the god he flies, 
In cords the struggling captive ties. 

" Now, Proteus ! now (to truth compell'd) 
Speak, and confess thy art excell'd. 
Use strength, surprise, or what you will, 
The Courtier finds evasions still ; 
Not to be bound by any ties, 
And never forced to leave his lies." 





FABLE XXXIV. 



THE MASTIFF. 

THOSE who in quarrels interpose, 
Must often wipe a bloody nose. 

A Mastiff, of true English blood, 
Loved fighting better than his food, 
When dogs were snarling for a bone, 
He long'd to make the war his own, 
And often found (when two contend) 
To interpose obtain'd his end. 

155 



156 GAY'S FABLES. 

He gloried in his limping pace ; 
The scars of honour seam'd his face, 
In every limb a gash appears, 
And frequent fights retrench'd his ears. 

As, on a time, he heard from far 
Two dogs engaged in noisy war, 
Away he scours, and lays about him, 
Kesolved no fray should be without him. 

Forth from his yard a tanner flies, 
And to the bold intruder cries, 
" A cudgel shall correct your manners : 
Whence sprung this cursed hate to tanners ? 
While on my dog you vent your spite, 
Sirrah \ 'tis me you dare not bite." 

To see the battle thus perplex'd, 
With equal rage a butcher vex'd, 
Hoarse-screaming from the circled crowd, 
To the cursed Mastiff cries aloud, 

" Both Hockley-hole and Mary-bone J 
The combats of my dog have known : 
He ne'er, like bullies, coward-hearted, 
Attacks in public, to be parted. 
Think not, rash fool, to share his fame ; 
Be his the honour or the shame." 

Thus said, they swore, and raved like 

thunder, 

Then dragg'd their f asten'd dogs asunder ; 
While club and kicks from ev'ry side 
Eebounded from the Mastiff's hide. 



1 Both these places were celebrated bear-gardens, and were frequently used 
for bull-baiting. The former was in Clerkenwell, near the modern Ray Street. 
In Gay's Beggar's Opera, Mrs. Peachum says to Filch, " You must go to 
Hockley-in-the-Hole, and to Marybone, child, to learn valour." OWEN. 



THE MASTIFF. 

All reeking now with sweat and blood, 
Awhile the parted warriors stood ; 
Then pour'd upon the meddling foe, 
Who, worried, howl'd, and sprawl'd below. 
He rose ; and, limping from the fray, 
By both sides mangled, sneak'd away. 



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FABLE XXXV. 

THE BAKLEY-MOW AND THE DUNGHILL. 

How many saucy airs we meet 

From Temple Bar to Aldgate Street ! 

Proud rogues, who shared the South-sea prey, 1 

And sprung, like mushrooms, in a day ! 

They think it mean to condescend 

To know a brother or a friend ; 

They blush to hear their mother's name, 

And by their pride expose their shame. 

i Gay alludes in this line to the South-Sea Bubble, from which he waa 
himself a great sufferer. Full particulars of this will be found in the 
biography appended to the present volume. 

158 



THE BARLEY-MOW AND THE DUNGHILL. 159 

As 'cross his yard, at early day, 
A careful farmer took his way, 
He stopp'd, and, leaning on his fork, 
Observed the flail's incessant work. 
In thought he measured all his store 
His geese, his hogs, he numbered o'er ; 
In fancy weigh'd the fleeces shorn, 
And multiplied the next year's corn. 
A Barley-mow, which stood beside, 
Thus to its musing master cried : 
" Say, good sir, is it fit or right 
To treat me with neglect and slight ? 
Me, who contribute to your cheer, 
And raise your mirth with ale and beer ? 
Why thus insulted, thus disgraced, 
And that vile Dunghill near me placed ? 
Are those poor sweepings of a groom, 
That filthy sight, that nauseous fume, 
Meet objects here ? Command it hence ; 
A thing so mean must give offence." 

The humble Dunghill thus replied : 
" Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride : 
Insult not thus the meek and low ; 
In me thy benefactor know ; 
My warm assistance gave thee birth, 
Or thou hadst perish'd low in earth ; 
But upstarts, to support their station, 
Cancel at once all obligation." 1 



i This fable strongly condemns ingratitude, which Shakespeare, in 
King Lear, calls a hideous monster. The ancients had a saying, that to 
accuse a man of ingratitude was to charge him with every crime ; yet the 
contrary virtue is more frequently found amongst those called uncivilized, 
than amongst polite nations. The reason is, that from men being nearer 
upon a level, there is not so much inclination from false pride to forget it. 




FABLE XXXVI. 

PYTHAGORAS AND THE COUNTRYMAN. 

PYTHAG'RAS rose at early dawn, 1 

By soaring meditation drawn ; 

To breathe the fragrance of the day, 

Through flowery fields he took his way. 



ht the doctrine of the 
transmigration of souls, or that the souls of men after their decease pass 
into the bodies of men or animals ; he therefore forbade the flaying of 
animals and the eating of flesh, to v hich Gay alludes in this Fable. 

160 



PYTHAGORAS AND THE COUNTRYMAN. 161 

In musing contemplation warm, 

His steps misled him to a farm, 

Where on a ladder's topmost round 

A peasant stood ; the hammer's sound 

Shook the weak barn. " Say, Friend, what care 

Calls for thy -honest labour there ? " 

The Clown, with surly voice, replies, 
" Vengeance aloud for justice cries. 
This kite, by daily rapine fed, 
My hens' annoy, my turkeys' dread, 
At length his forfeit life hath paid ; 
See on the wall his wings display'd. 
Here nail'd, a terror to his kind, 
My fowls shall future safety find ; 
My yard the thriving poultry feed, 
And my barn's refuse fat the breed." 

" Friend," says the Sage, " the doom is wise ; 
For public good the murderer dies : 
But if these tyrants of the air 
Demand a sentence so severe, 
Think how the glutton, man, devours ; 
What bloody feasts regale his hours ! 
O impudence of power and might, 
Thus to condemn a hawk or kite, 
When thou, perhaps, carniv'rous sinner, 
Hadst pullets yesterday for dinner I " 

" Hold," cried the Clown, with passion heated. 
" Shall kites and men alike be treated ? 
When Heaven the world with creatures stored, 
Man was ordain'd their sovereign lord." 
" Thus tyrants boast," the Sage replied, 
" Whose murders spring from power and pride 

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162 GAY'S FABLES. 

Own then this manlike kite is slain 
Thy greater luxury to sustain ; 
For ' Petty rogues submit to Fate, 
That great ones may enjoy their state.' " l 

1 Garth's "Dispensary." 





FABLE XXXVII. 

THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE RAVEN. 

" WHY are those tears ? why droops your head ? 
Is then your other husband dead ? 
Or does a worse disgrace betide : 
Hath no one since his death applied?" 

" Alas ! you know the cause too well ; 
The salt is spilt, to me it fell : l 

i This is a very old superstition, but still prevalent, and in the picture of 
the Last Supper, by Leo. da Vinci, the saltcellar is represented as being over- 
turned by Judas. OWEN. 



163 



11 2 



164 GAY'S FABLES. 

Then, to contribute to my loss, 
My knife and fork were laid across : a 
On Friday, too ! the day I dread ! 
Would I were safe at home in bed ; 
Last night (I vow to Heaven 'tis true) 
Bounce from the fire a coffin flew, 2 
Next post some fatal news shall tell ; 
God send my Cornish friends be well!" 

" Unhappy Widow, cease thy tears, 
Nor feel affliction in thy fears ; 
Let not thy stomach be suspended ; 
Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended : 
And when the butler clears the table, 
For thy dessert, I'll read my Fable." 

Betwixt her swagging pannier's load 
A Farmer's Wife to market rode, 
And, jogging on, with thoughtful care, 
Summ'd up the profits of her ware ; 
When, starting from her silver dream, 
Thus far and wide was heard her scream : 

" That raven on yon left-hand oak 
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak) 
Bodes me no good." No more she said, 3 
When poor blind Ball, with stumbling tread, 

* Another old superstition, which is believed in to the present day, by many 
people, and not only those of the illiterate. 

Knives were first introduced into England in 1563, but forks did not appear 
until 1611. For an interesting account of English superstitions and omens, see 
Drake's " Shakspeare and his Times." OWEN. 

2 It is a vulgar superstition that when a piece of coal flies out of the fire, and 
seems to bear the shape of a coffin, that it predicts the death of some relative 
or friend. 

3 This Fable ridicules those idle notions which predict sinister events from 
common occurrences, and that absurd superstition called second sight. Nothing 
is more common or unjust than for people to impute their disasters to super- 
natural causes, which are solely occasioned by their own faults. Thus the old 
woman in the Fable accuses the Raven of having portended the loss of her 
brittle ware by his croaking, whereas it \vns entirely owing to her own 
negligence . Cox E. 



THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE KAVEN. 165 

Fell prone ; o'erturned the pannier lay, 
And her mash'd eggs bestrew'd the way. 

She, sprawling in the yellow road, 
Rail'd, swore, and cursed : " Thou croaking toad, 
A murrain take thy whoreson throat ; 
I knew misfortune in the note." 

"Dame," quoth the Raven, "spare your oaths, 
Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes. 
But why on me those curses thrown ? 
Goody, the fault was all your own ; 
For had you laid this brittle ware 
On Dun, the old sure-footed mare, 
Though all the Ravens of the Hundred, 1 
With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, 
Surefooted Dun had kept her legs, 
And you, good woman, saved your eggs." 

1 The Hundred is the canton or district into which several of the counties of 
England are divided. 





FABLE XXXVIII. 

THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. 

IN other men we faults can spy, 

And blame the mote that dims their eye ; 1 

Each little speck and blemish find, 

To our own stronger errors blind. 

A Turkey, tired of common food, 
Forsook the barn, and sought the wood ; 

1 The moral of this Fable is most excellent. It is founded on the first 
principles of reason and morality, not to be severe in condemning others for 
faults which we ourselves commit. Gay, in using the word mote, or small 
particle of matter, certainly alludes to the passage in Matt, vii., vv. 8, 4. 

166 



THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. 167 

Behind her ran an infant train, 
Collecting here and there, a grain. 
" Draw near, my birds ! " the mother cries, 
" This hill delicious fare supplies. 
Behold the busy negro race, 1 
See millions blacken all the place ! 
Fear not ; like me with freedom eat : 
An Ant is most delightful meat. 
How blest, how envied, were our life, 
Could we but 'scape the poulterer's knife ! 
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys, 
And Christinas shortens all our days. 
Sometimes with oysters we combine, 
Sometimes assist the savoury chine ; 
From the low peasant to the lord, 
The Turkey smokes on every board. 
Sure men for gluttony are curs'd, 
Of the seven deadly sins, the worst." 

An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach, 
Thus answer'd from the neighbouring beech : 
" Ere you remark another's sin, 
Bid thy own conscience look within ; 
Control thy more voracious bill, 
Nor, for a breakfast, nations kill." 2 

1 The Black Ants had this term applied to them because of their dark colour. 

2 A friend of Tedyuscung once said to him when a little intoxicated, "There 
is one thing very strange, and which I cannot account for ; it is, why the 
Indians get drunk so much more than the white people ! " " Do you think 
that strange ? " said the old chief ; " why, it is not strange at all. The Indians 
think it no harm to get drunk whenever they can ; but you white men say it 
is a sin, and yet get drunk nevertheless. ' The cause of censoriousness, I may 
observe also, is, that men are so taken up with playing the part of judges, that 
they forget their own proper condition is that of culprits. 




FABLE XXXIX. 

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 Heaven with prayers. 
Jove nods assent : two hopeful boys 
And a fine girl reward his joys. 
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THE FATHER AND JUPITEK. 169 

Now more solicitous he grew, 
And set their future lives in view ; 
He saw that all respect and duty 
Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty. 

" Once more," he cries, " accept my prayer ; 
Make my loved progeny thy care : 
Let my first hope, my favourite boy, 
All Fortune's richest gifts enjoy. 
My next with s-trong ambition fire ; 
May favour teach him to aspire, 
Till he the step of power ascend, 
And courtiers to their idol, bend. 
With every grace, with every charm, 
My daughter's perfect features arm. 
If Heaven approve, a Father's bless'd." 
Jove smiles, and grants his full request. 

The first, a miser at the heart, 
Studious of every 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 fancied want (a wretch complete) 
He starves, and yet he dares not eat. 1 
The next to sudden honours grew ; 
The thriving art of courts he knew ; 
He reach'd the height of power and place, 
Then fell, the victim of disgrace. 2 

1 "Like a miser midst his store 

Who grasps and grasps till he can hold no more ; 

And when his strength is wanting to his mind, 

Looks back and sighs on what he left behind." DBTDEN. 

2 See the fall of Sejanus magnificently described in the Tenth Satire of 
Juvenal ; and Johnson's Vanity of Human Wishes. 



170 GAY'S FABLES. 

Beauty with early bloom supplies 
His daughter's cheek, and points 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 Heaven 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." 1 

1 The vanity of human wishes ridiculed by Gay in this Fable, is finely 
displayed in the Tenth Satire of Juvenal, of which Dr. Johnson has given 
an excellent translation, or rather imitation. Dryden's translation of 
Virgil serves as a moral to the Fable : 

" What then remains? are we deprived of will? 

Must we not wish, for fear of wishing ill ? 

Beceive thy counsel and securely move ; 

Entrust thy fortune to the powers above; 

Leave them to manage for thee and to grant 

What their unerring wisdom sees thee want. 

In goodness, as in greatness, they excel : 

Oh I that we loved ourselves but half so well." 





FABLE XL. 

THE TWO MONKEYS. 

THE learned, full of inward pride, 
The fops of outward show deride ; 
The fop, with learning at defiance, 
Scoffs at the pedant and the science ; 
The Don, a formal solemn strutter, 
Despises Monsieur's airs and nutter ; 
While Monsieur mocks the formal fool, 
Who looks, and speaks, and walks, by rule. 
Britain, a medley of the twain, 
As pert as France, as grave as Spain, 
171 



172 GAY'S FABLES. 

In fancy wiser than the rest, 
Laughs at them both, of both the jest, 
Is not the Poet's chiming close, 
Censured by all the sons of Prose ? 
While bards of quick imagination 
Despise the sleepy prose narration. 
Men laugh at apes, they men contemn ; 
For what are we, but apes to them ? 

Two Monkeys went to South wark fair, 
No critics had a sourer air : 
They forced their way through draggled folks, 
Who gaped to catch Jack Pudding's jokes j 1 
Then took their tickets for the show, 
And got by chance the foremost row. 
To see their grave observing face 
Provok'd a laugh throughout the place. 

" Brother," says Pug, and turn'd his head, 
" The rabble's monstrously ill-bred." 

Now through the booth loud hisses ran, 
Nor ended till the show began. 
The tumbler whirls the flip-flap round, 2 
With sommersets he shakes the ground ; 3 
The cord beneath the dancer springs ; 
Aloft in air the vaulter swings ; 



1 Jack Pudding, or the Merry Andrew, who usually attends a mountebank 
at fairs and wakes, and who is also mentioned by Gay in his sixth Pastoral, 
line 83 : 

" The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells 
His pills, his balsams, and his ague spells : 
Now o'er and o'er the nimble tumbler springs ; 
And on the rope the vent'rous maiden swings, 
Jack Pudding in his party-coloured jacket 
Tosses the glove, and jokes at ev'ry packet." 

2 Flip-flap. A kind of rattle. 

3 Sommersets; usually spelt "summersault. 1 The word is derived from 
" aoubresaut." 



THE TWO MONKEYS 173 

Distorted now, now prone depends, 
Now through his twisted arms ascends ; 
The crowd, in wonder and delight, 
With clapping hands applaud the sight. 

With smiles, quoth Pug, " If pranks like these 
The giant apes of reason please, 
How would they wonder at our arts ? 
They must adore us for our parts. 
High on the twig I've seen you cling, 
Play, twist, and turn in airy ring : 
How can those clumsy things like me 
Fly with a bound frum tree to tree ? 
But yet, by this applause, we find 
These emulators of our kind 
Discern our worth, our parts regard, 
Who our mean mimics thus reward." 

" Brother," the grinning mate replies, 
" In this I grant that man is wise, 
While good example they pursue, 
We must allow some praise is due ; 
But when they strain beyond their guide, 
I laugh to scorn the mimic pride ; 
For how fantastic is the sight, 
To meet men always bolt upright, 
Because we sometimes walk on two ! 
I hate the imitating crew." 1 

1 Mr. Owen says of this Fable : " This is one of the most finished of 
Gay'a productions, if we consider the lively vein of satire so justly levelled 
at the ignorant and supercilious conduct of mankind, which, wishing to 
arrogate all excellency, even of physical power, to itself, strives after what 
may be termed, ' brute accomplishments.' The observation in the last 
line is a fac-simile of the indolent pride which characterises the observa- 
tions of many, and might pass, w r ord for word, for a prim speech of 
some fine lady, newly raised to a precarious dignity, looking down upon 
those whose society she has just quitted, but now considers as her infe- 
riors ; or for the pedantic arrogance of some inflated scholar, who boasts 
the knowledge of every language aud scituce, but whom a blacksmith 
could surpass in common sense." 




FABLE XLI. 



THE OWL AND THE FARMER. 

AN Owl of grave deport and mien, 
Who (like the Turk) was seldom seen, 
Within a barn had chose his station, 
As fit for prey and contemplation. 
Upon a beam aloft he sits, 
And nods, and seems to think, by fits. 
(So have I seen a man of news, 
Or Post-boy or Gazette peruse, 1 

1 Post-boy. Formerly the name of a newspaper. 
Gay, in another work, couples the Post-boy and the Gazette together : 
" A party at Cambray met, 

Which drew all Europe's eyes ; 
'Twas call'd in Post-boy and Gazette 
The Quadruple allies'." " BALLAD ON QUADRILLE." 

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THE OWL AND THE FARMER. 175 

Smoke, nod, and talk with voice profound, 
And fix the fate of Europe round.) 
Sheaves piled on sheaves, hid all the floor : 
At dawn of morn to view his store 
The Farmer came. The hooting guest, 
His self-importance, thus exprest : 

" Eeason in man is mere pretence : 
How weak, how shallow, is his sense ! 
To treat with scorn the Bird of Night, 
Declares his folly or his spite. 
Then, too, how partial is his praise. 
The lark's, the linnet's chirping lays, 
To his ill-judging ears are fine, 
And nightingales are all divine : 
But the more knowing feather'd race 
See wisdom stamp'd upon my face. 
Whene'er to visit light I deign, 
What flocks of flowl compose my train ! 
Like slaves, they crowd my flight behind, 
And own me of superior kind." 

The Farmer laugh'd and thus replied : 
" Thou dull important lump of pride ! 
Dar'st thou with that harsh grating tongue 
Depreciate birds of warbling song ? 
Indulge thy spleen : know, men and fowl 
Eegard thee, as thou art, an Owl, 
Besides, proud Blockhead ! be not vain 
Of what thou call'st thy slaves and train : 
Few follow Wisdom or her rules ; 
Fools in derision follow fools." 




FABLE XLIL 

THE JUGGLERS. 

A JUGGLER long through all the town 
Had raised his fortune and renown ; 
You'd think (so far his art transcends) 
The devil at his fingers' ends. 

Vice heard his fame, she read his bill ; 
Convinced of his inferior skill, 
She sought his booth, and from the crowd 
Defied the man of art aloud. 

" Is this then he so famed for sleight ? 
Can this slow bungler cheat your sight ? 
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THE JUGGLERS. 177 

Dares he with me dispute the prize ? 
I leave it to impartial eyes." 

Provoked, the Juggler cried, " 'Tis done ; 
In science I submit to none." 

Thus said, the cups and balls he play'd ; 
By turns this here, that there, convey'd. 
The cards, obedient to his words, 
Are by a fillip turn'd to birds. 
His little boxes change the grain : 
Trick after trick deludes the train. 
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair ; 
His fingers spread, and nothing there : 
Then bids it rain with showers of gold ; 
And now his ivory eggs are told ! 
But when from thence the hen he draws, 
Amazed spectators hum applause. 

Vice now stept forth, and took the place, 
With all the forms of his grimace. 

" This magic looking-glass," she cries, 
" (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes." 
Each eager eye the sight desired, 
And every man himself admired. 1 

Next, to a Senator addressing, 
" See this bank-note, observe the blessing 
Breathe on the bill. Hey, pass ! 'Tis gone." 
Upon his lips a padlock shown. 
A second puff the magic broke ; 
The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke. 2 

1 This signifies the contamination of the moral perception, by vice 

OWEN. 

2 He here touches at the bribery which seals or opens the senator's lips : 
now loud, now, "pulveris exigui jactu" with the gold upon his itching 
palm, calm and quiet as a lamb ; for 

" Money is the only power 

That all mankind fall down before." " HUDIBRAS " OWEN 

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178 GAY'S FABLES. 

Twelve bottles ranged upon the board, 
All full, with heady liquor stored, 
By clean conveyance disappear ; 
And now two bloody swords are there. 

A purse she to a thief exposed ; 
At once his ready fingers closed. 
He opes his fist, the treasure's fled ; 
He sees a halter in its stead, 

She bids Ambition hold a wand ; 
He grasps a hatchet in his hand. 1 

A box of charity she shows. 
Blow here ; and a churchwarden blows. 
Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, 
And on the table smokes a treat. 

She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, 
And from all pockets fills her box. 

She next a meagre rake addrest : 
" This picture see ; her shape, her breast ! 
What youth, and what inviting eyes ! 
Hold her, and have her." With surprise, 
His hand exposed a box of pills, 
And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills. 

A counter in a miser's hand, 
Grew twenty guineas at command : 
She bids his heir the sum retain, 
And 'tis a counter now again. 

A guinea with her touch, you see 
Take every shape but Charity ; 
And not one thing you saw, or drew, 
But changed from what was first in view. 

1 Because the last ascent of ambition often terminates up jn the scaffold. 

OWEN. 



THE JUGGLERS. 

The Juggler now, in grief of heart, 
With this submission own'd her art : 
" Can I such matchless sleight withstand ! 
How practice hath improved your hand ! 
But now and then I cheat the throng ; 
You every day, and all day long." 1 

i This Fable abounds with moral lessons. 



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FABLE XLIII. 

THE COUNCIL OF HORSES. 

UPON a time a neighing Steed, 
Who grazed among a numerous breed, 
With mutiny had fired the train, 
And spread dissension through the plain. 
On matters that concern'd the state 
The Council met in grand debate. 
A Colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire 
Elate with strength and youthful fire, 
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THE COUNCIL OF HORSES. 181 

In haste stept forth before the rest, 
And thus the listening throng addrest : 

" Good gods ! how abject is our race, 
Condemn'd to slavery and disgrace ! 
Shall we our servitude retain, 
Because our sires have borne the chain ? 
Consider, friends, your strength and might ; 
'Tis conquest to assert your right. 
How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! 
The pride of man is our reproach. 
Were we design'd for daily toil, 
To drag the ploughshare through the soil, 
To sweat in harness through the road, 
To groan beneath the carrier's load ? 
How feeble are the two-legged kind ! 
What force is in our nerves combined ! 
Shall then our nobler jaws submit 
To foam and champ the galling bit ? 
Shall haughty man my back bestride ? 
Shall the sharp spur provoke my side ? 
Forbid it heavens ! Eeject the rein ; 
Your shame, your infamy disdain. 
Let him the lion first control, 
And still the tiger's famish'd growl. 
Let us, like them, our freedom claim, 
And make him tremble at our name." 

A general nod approved the cause, 
And all the circle neigh'd applause. 
When, lo ! with grave and solemn pace, 
A steed advanced before the race, 
With age and long experience wise ; 
Around he cast his thoughtful eyes, 



182 GAY'S FABLES. 

And, to the murmurs of the train, 
Thus spoke the Nestor of the plain : l 

" When I had health and strength, like you, 
The toils of servitude I knew ; 
Now grateful man rewards my pains, 
And gives me all these wide domains. 
At will, I crop the year's increase ; 
My latter life is rest and peace. 
I grant to man we lend our pains, 
And aid him to correct the plains ; 
And doth not he divide the care, 
Through all the labours of the year ? 
How many thousand structures rise, 
To fence us from inclement skies ! 
For us he bears the sultry day, 
And stores up all our winter's hay ; 
He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain , 
We share the toil, and share the grain. 
Since every creature was decreed 
To aid each other's mutual need, 
Appease your discontented mind, 
And act the part by Heaven assign'd." 
The tumult ceased. The Colt submitted ; 
And, like his ancestors, was bitted. 

1 " The Nestor of the Plain." The oldest horse, from Nestor, King of 
Pylos, a Grecian hero, and the oldest warrior at the Siege of Troy. He 
is said to have lived three ages; and his eloquence was so great, that 
Homer describes his words, dropping from his lips like honey. 

The moral of this Fable is contained in these beautiful lines: "It 
enjoins us not to repine at the dispensations of Providence, but to be con- 
tented in our respective situations ; to act in the best manner we are able 
the part assigned to us by Heaven, and not to give way to discontent, 
which the author of 'The Night Thoughts' justly calls, 'Incurable 
consumption of our peace ' " (Night 7, L 30). 







FABLE XLIV. 



THE HOUND AND THE HUNTSMAN. 

IMPERTINENCE at first is borne 
With heedless slight, or smiles of scorn : 
Teased into wrath, what patience bears 
The noisy fool who perseveres ? 

The morning wakes, the Huntsman sounds, 
At once rush forth the joyful Hounds ; 
They seek the wood with eager pace, 
Through bush, through brier, explore the chase. 

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184 GAY'S FABLES. 

Now scatter'd wide they try the plain, 
And snuff the dewy turf in vain. 
What care, what industry, what pains ! 
What universal silence reigns ! 

Eingwood, a dog of little fame, 
Young, pert, and ignorant of game, 
At once displays his babbling throat ; 
The pack, regardless of the note, 
Pursue the scent ; with louder strain 
He still persists to vex the train. 

The Huntsman to the clamour flies, 
The smacking lash he smartly plies. 
His ribs all welk'd, with howling tone 1 
The puppy thus express'd his moan : 

" I know the music of my tongue 
Long since the pack with envy stung. 
What will not spite ? these bitter smarts 
I owe to my superior parts." 

" When Puppies prate," the Huntsman cried, 
" They show both ignorance and pride : 
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise ; 
For envy is a kind of praise. 
Had not thy forward noisy tongue 
Proclaim'd tbee always in .the wrong, 
Thou might'st have mingled with the nst, 
And ne'er thy foolish nose confest : 
But fools, to talking ever prone, 
Are sure to make their follies known." 2 

1 Welles. Means those lumps or wales which the application of a whip 
leaves upon the skin ; it is still used in that sense in some of the northern 
counties. 

2 This Fable is ably drawn to show the impossibility of teaching ignorance 
its own folly, when corroborated (as always) by self-conceit. 




FABLE XLV. 

THE POET AND THE ROSE. 

I HATE the man who builds his name 
On ruins of another's fame : 
Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, 
Imagine that they raise their own ; 
Thus scribblers covetous of praise, 
Think slander can transplant the bays. 
Beauties and bards have equal pride, 
With both all rivals are decried. 
Who praises Lesbia's eyes and feature, 
Must call her sister " awkward creature ; " 

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186 GAY'S FABLES. 

For the kind flattery's sure to charm, 
When we some other nymph disarm. 

As in the cool of early day 
A Poet sought the sweets of May, 
The garden's fragrant breath ascends, 
And every stalk with odour bends. 
A Eose he pluck'd : he gazed, admired, 
Thus singing, as the Muse inspired : 
" Go, Eose, my Chloe's bosom grace ; 

How happy should I prove, 
Might I supply that envied place 

With never-fading love ! 
There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, 1 
Involved in fragrance, burn and die. 

"Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find 
More fragrant Eoses there : 

see thy withering head reclined 

With envy and despair ! 
One common fate we both must prove ; 
You die with envy, I with love." 

" Spare your comparisons," replied 
An angry Eose, who grew beside ; 
" Of all mankind you should not flout us, 
What can a Poet do without us ! 
In every love-song Eoses bloom, 
We lend you colour and perfume. 
Does it to Chloe's charms conduce, 
To found her praise on our abuse ? 
Must we, to flatter her, be made 
To wither, envy, pine, and fade ? " 

i Phoenix-like. Gay alludes to the fabulous story of the Phoenix, a bird 
which was supposed by the ancients, at the conclusion of a long term of years, 
to burn itself on a pile of sweet-wood and aromatic gums, and to fire it with 
the wafting of its wings, and from its ashes was said to arise a young Phoenix. 




FABLE XLYI. 

THE CUR, THE HORSE, AND THE SHEPHERD'S DOG. 

THE lad of all-sufficient merit, 
With modesty ne'er damps his spirit ; 
Presuming on his own deserts, 
On all alike his tongue exerts : 
His noisy jokes at random throws, 
And pertly spatters friends and foes. 
In wit and war the bully race 
Contribute to their own disgrace : 



188 GAY'S FABLES. 

Too late the forward youth shall find 
That jokes are sometimes paid in kind ; 
Or if *they canker in the breast, 
He makes a foe, who makes a jest. 

A village Cur, of snappish race, 
The pertest puppy of the place, 
Imagined that his treble throat 
Was blest with Music's sweetest note : 
In the mid road he basking lay, 
The yelping nuisance of the way ; 
For not a creature pass'd along 
But had a sample of his song, 
Soon as the trotting Steed he hears, 
He starts, he cocks his dapper ears ; 
Away he scours, assaults his hoof ; 
Now near him snarls, now barks aloof ! 
With shrill impertinence attends, 
Nor leaves him till the village ends. 
It chanced, upon his evil day, 
A Pad came pacing down the way ; 
The Cur, with never-ceasing tongue, 
Upon the passing traveller sprung. 
The Horse, from scorn provoked to ire ; 
Flung backward ; rolling in the mire, 
The Puppy howl'd, and bleeding lay ; 
The Pad in peace pursued his way. 

A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, 
Detesting the vexatious breed, 
Bespoke him thus : " When coxcombs prate ; 
They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate ; 
Thy teazing tongue had judgment tied, 
Thou hadst not like a puppy died." 




FABLE XL VII. 

THE COURT OF DEATH. 

DEATH, on a solemn night of state, 
In all his pomp of terror sate : 
Th' attendants of his gloomy reign, 
Diseases dire, a ghastly train 
Crowd the vast court ! "With hollow tone 
A voice thus thunder'd from the throne : 
" This night our minister we name ; 
Let every servant speak his claim ; 
Merit shall -bear this ebon wand." 
All, at the word, stretch'd forth their hand. 
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190 GAY'S FABLES. 

Fever, with burning heat possess'd, 
Advanced, and for the wand address'd i 1 

" I to the weekly bills appeal, 
Let those express my fervent zeal ; 
On every slight occasion near, 
With violence I persevere." 

Next Gout appears with limping pace, 
Pleads how he shifts from place to place ; 
From head to foot how swift he flies, 
And every joint and sinew plies ; 
Still working when he seems suppress'd, 
A most tenacious stubborn guest. 2 

A haggard Spectre from the crew 
Crawls forth, and thus asserts his due : 
" 'Tis I who taint the sweetest joy, 
And in the shape of Love destroy : 
My shanks, sunk eyes, and noseless face, 
Prove my pretension to the place." 

Stone urg'd his ever-growing force ; 
And next, Consumption's meagre corse, 
With feeble voice, that scarce was heard, 
Broke with short coughs, his suit preferr'd : 
" Let none object my lingering way, 
I gain, like Fabius, by delay ; 
Fatigue and weaken every foe 
By long attack, secure, though slow." 3 

1 Fever, the offspring of poverty and dirt, nursed by parochial neglect, 
pampered by intoxication, and at last buried at the public charge ! OWEI:. 

3 Gout, the son of sloth and sensuality, half-brother to fever, and 
descended in many cases from the "haggard spectre" hereinafter named. 

3 This living death is seen, in its early stages, in manufacturing towns, 
where young bones and sinews are dissolved in gold, with which the 
employers purchase positions in parliament, where they prate about 
educating the ignorant, the rights of the poor, and enunciate principles of 
peace and charity ! Vide Minutea of the Factory Syntem before the 
Hoase of Common*. OWEN. 



THE COURT OF DEATH. 



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Plague represents his rapid power, 
Who thinn'd a nation in an hour. 

All spoke their claim, and hoped the wand. 
Now expectation hush'd the band, 
When thus the Monarch from the throne : 

" Merit was ever modest known. 
What, no Physician speak his right ! 
None here ! but fees their toils requite. 
Let then Intemperance take the wand, 
Who fills with gold their zealous hand. 
You, Fever, Gout, and all the rest, 
(Whom wary men, as foes, detest) 
Forego your claim ; no more pretend ; 
Intemperance is esteem'd a friend. 
He shares their mirth, their social joys, 
And as a courted guest destroys : 
The charge on him must justly fall, 
Who finds employment for you all. 1 

1 This admirable but melancholy picture of the "thousand natural ills that 
flesh is heir to," is one of the finest efforts of the poet's muse, and the deduc- 
tion is forcible and clear. OWEN. 





FABLE XLVIII. 

THE GARDENER AND THE HOG. 

A GARDENER of peculiar taste, 
On a young Hog his favour placed, 
Who fed not with the common herd ; 
His tray was to the hall preferred : 
He wallow'd underneath the board, 
Or in his master's chamber snored, 
Who fondly stroked him every day, 
And taught him all the puppy's play. 
Where'er he went, the grunting friend 
Ne'er fail'd his pleasure to attend. 
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THE GARDENER AND THE HOG. 193 

As on a time the loving pair 
Walk'd forth to tend the garden's care, 
The master thus address'd the Swine : 

" My house, my garden, all is thine ! 
On turnips feast whene'er you please, 
And riot in my beans and peas ; 
If the potato's taste delights, 
Or the red carrot's sweet invites, 
Indulge thy morn and evening hours, 
But let due care regard my flow'rs : 
My tulips are my garden's pride : 
What vast expense those beds supplied ! " 

The Hog by chance one morning roam'd, 
Where with new ale the vessels foam'd : 
He munches now the steaming grains, 
Now with full swill the liquor drains. 
Intoxicating fumes arise ; 
He reels, he rolls his winking eyes ; 
Then staggering through the garden scours, 
And treads down painted ranks of flowers : 
With delving snout he turns the soil, 
And cools his palate with the spoil. 

The master came, the ruin spied ; 
" Villain ; suspend thy rage," he cried, 
" Hast thou, thou most ungrateful sot, 
My charge, my only charge, forgot ? 
What, all my flowers ! " no more he said, 
But gazed and sigh'd, and hung his head. 

The Hog, with stuttering speech returns : 
" Explain, Sir, why your anger burns. 
See there, untouch'd, your tulips strown, 
For I devour'd the roots alone." 

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194 GAY'S FABLES. 

At this the Gardener's passion grows ; 
From oaths and threats he fell to blows : 
The stubborn brute the blow sustains, 
Assaults his leg, and tears the veins. 

Ah ! foolish Swain ! too late you find 
That styes were for such friends design'd ! 
Homeward he limps with painful pace, 
Eeflecting thus on past disgrace 
" Who cherishes a brutal mate, 
Shall mourn the folly soon or late." 





FABLE X.LIX. 



THE MAN AND THE FLEA. 

WHETHER on earth, in air, or main, 
Sure everything alive is vain ! 

Does not the hawk all fowls survey, 
As destined only for his prey ? 
And do not tyrants, prouder things, 
Think men were born for slaves to kings ? 

When the crab views the pearly strands, 1 
Or Tagus, bright with golden sands ; 2 

i Pearly strands. The beds of oysters in the Eastern seas, in which the 
pearls are contained and fished for. 

2 The Tagus, a river in ancient Lusitania, on whose banks Lisbon is situ- 
ated, supposed to abound in gold-dust. 

Rowe, in his " Ode on the King's Birthday," 1718, had said, before Gay: 
" And Tagus bright in sands of gold." 



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196 GAY'S FABLES. 

Or crawls beside the coral grove, 
And hears the ocean roll above ; 
" Nature is too profuse," says he, 
" Who gave all these to pleasure me ! " 

When bordering pinks and roses bloom, 
And every garden breathes perfume ; 
When peaches glow with sunny dyes, 
Like Laura's cheek when blushes rise ; 
When the huge figs the branches bend, 
When clusters from the vine depend, 
The snail looks round on flower and tree, 
And cries, " All these were made for me ! " 

" What dignity's in human nature ? " 
Says Man, the most conceited creature, 
As from a cliff he casts his eye, 
And view'd the sea and arched sky. 
The sun was sunk beneath the main ; 
The moon and all the starry train 
Hung the vast vault of Heaven : the Man 
His contemplation thus began : 

" When I behold this glorious show, 
And the wide watery world below, 
The scaly people of the main, 
The beasts that range the wood or plain, 
The wing'd inhabitants of air, 
The day, the night, the various year, 
And know all these by Heaven design 'd 
As gifts to pleasure human-kind, 
I cannot raise my worth too high ; 
Of what vast consequence am I ! " 

" Not of th' importance you suppose," 
Replies a Flea upon his nose : 



THE MAX AND- THE FLEA. 197 

" Be humble, learn thyself to scan ; 
Know, pride was never made for man, 
'Tis vanity that swells thy mind, 
What, Heaven and earth for thee design 'd ! 
For thee, made only for our need, 
That more important Fleas might feed." 





FABLE L. 

THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS. 

FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, 
Unless to one, you stint the flame. 
The child, whom many fathers share, 
Hath seldom known a father's care. 
'Tis thus in friendships ; who depend 
On many, rarely find a friend. 
A Hare who, in a civil way, 
Complied with everything, like GAY, 
Was known by all the bestial train 
Who haunt the wood or graze the plain ; 
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THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS. 199 

Her care was never to offend, 
And every 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 replied, " 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 implored ; 
And thus replied the mighty lord : 
" Since every 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 favourite cow 
Expects me near yon barley-mow ; 
And when a lady's in the case, 
You know all other things give place. 



200 GAY'S FABLES. 

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." 

1 This Fable is the most nat iral and delightful of the whole set and is 
the most interesting, because Gay designed himself under the character 
of the Hare, for no man was ever more beloved, no man had more friends, 
and yet no man ever gamed less by them than poor Gay. Hence Pope 
says of him, ' Gay dies unpensioned with a hundred friends." COXE. 

In this, the most masterly of our poet's fables, and hence deservedly 
the most popular, he follows out the ramifications of human treachery, 
and shows how deceit is universally allied to cowardice, and hypocrisy to 
equivocation. OWEN. 



FABLES. 



ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND SERIES. 



THESE Fables were finished by Mr. Gay, and intended for the Press, 
a short time before his Death ; when they were left, with his 
other Papers, to the care of his noble Friend and Patron, the 
Duke of Queensberry. His Grace has accordingly permitted 
them to the Press, and they are here printed from the Originals 
in the Author's own Hand-writing. We hope they will please 
equally with his former Fables, though mostly on Subjects of 
a graver and more political turn : They will certainly shew 
Him to have been (what he esteemed the best Character) a Man 
of a truly honest Heart, and a sincere Lover of his Country. 




FABLE I. 

THE DOG AND THE FOX. 

(TO A LAWYER.) 

I KNOW you Lawyers can, with ease, 
Twist words and meanings as you please ; 
That language, by your skill made pliant, 
Will bend to favour every client ; 
That 'tis the fee directs the sense, 
To make out either side's pretence. 
When you peruse the clearest case, 
You see it with a double face : 

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204 GAY'S FABLES. 

For scepticism is your profession ; 

You hold there's doubt in all expression. 

Hence is the bar with fees supplied, 
Hence eloquence takes either side. 
Your hand would have but paltry gleaning, 
Could every man express his meaning. 
Who dares presume to pen a deed, 
Unless you previously are fee'd ? 
'Tis drawn ; and, to augment the cost, 
In dull prolixity engross'd. 
And now we're well secured by law, 
Till the next brother find a flaw. 

Eead o'er a will. Was't ever known 
But you could make the will your own ? 
For when you read, 'tis with intent 
To find out meanings never meant. 
Since things are thus, se defendendo* 
I bar fallacious innuendo? 

Sagacious Porta's skill could trace 3 
Some beast or bird in every face. 
The head, the eye, the nose's shape, 
Proved this an owl, and that an ape ; 
When, in the sketches thus design'd, 
Resemblance brings some friend to mind, 
You show the piece, and give the hint, 
And find each feature in the print ; 
So monstrous-like the portrait's found, 
All know it, and the laugh goes round. 

i Law expressions. Se defendcndo, to speak in his own defence, or to be 
advocate in his own cause. 

8 I bar fallacious innuendo, means, I except deceitful insinuations. 

3 Sagacious Porta. Giovanni Baptista Porta was a great philosopher and 
mathematician, born at Naples 1540. The work alluded to by Gay is " De 
Humana Physiognomonia." Porta died 1615. 



THE DOG AND THE FOX. 205 

Like him I draw from general nature ; 
Is't I or you, then, fix the satire ? 

So, Sir, I beg you spare your pains 
In making comments on my strains. 
All private slander I detest, 
I judge not of my neighbour's breast : 
Party and prejudice I hate, 
And write no libels on the State. 

Shall not my Fable censure vice, 1 
Because a knave is over nice ? 
And, lest the guilty hear and dread, 
Shall not the decalogue be read ? 
If I lash vice in general fiction, 
Is't I apply, or self-conviction ? 
Brutes are my theme ; am I to blame, 
If men in morals are the same ? 
I no man call or ape or ass ; 
'Tis his own conscience holds the glass. 
Thus void of all offence, I write : 
Who claims the fable knows his right. 

A shepherd's Dog, unskill'd in sports, 
Pick'd up acquaintance of all sorts ; 
Among the rest, a Fox he knew : 
By frequent chat, their friendship grew. 

Says Eeynard, " 'Tis a cruel case, 
That man should stigmatize our race. 
No doubt, among us, rogues you find, 
As among dogs and human kind ; 

Gay has introduced a similar sentiment in the Beggar's Opera :- 

" When you censure the age, 

Be cautious and sage, 
Lest the courtiers offended should be 

If you mention vice or bribe, 

'Tis so pat to all the tribe ; 
Each cries, that was levell'd at me." 



206 GAY'S FABLES. 

And yet (unknown to me and you) 
There may be honest men and true. 
Thus slander tries whatever it can 
To put us on the foot with man. 
Let my own actions recommend ; 
No prejudice can blind a friend : 
You know me free from all disguise ; 
My honour as my life, I prize." 

By talk like this, from all mistrust 
The Dog was cured, and thought him just. 

As on a time the Fox held forth 
On conscience, honesty, and worth, 
Sudden he stopp'd ; he cock'd his ear ; 
Low dropt his brushy tail with fear. 

" Bless us ! the hunters are abroad : 
What's all that clatter on the road ?" 

" Hold," says the Dog, " we're safe from harm, 
'Twas nothing but a false alarm : 
At yonder town 'tis market day ; 
Some farmer's wife is on the way ; 
'Tis so ; I know her piebald mare, 
Dame Dobbins with her poultry-ware." 

Eeynard grew huff. Says he, " This sneer 
From you I little thought to hear; 
Your meaning in your looks I see : 
Pray what's Dame Dobbins, friend, to me ? 
Did I e'er make her poultry thinner ? 
Prove that I owe the dame a dinner." 

" Friend," quoth the Cur, " I meant no harm ; 
Then why so captious, why so warm ? 
My words, in common acceptation, 
Could never give this provocation. 



THE DOG AND THE FOX. 207 

No lamb, for aught I ever knew, 

May be more innocent than you." 

At this, gall'd Eeynard winced, and swore 

Such language ne'er was given before. 

" What's lamb to me ? this saucy hint 
Shows me, base knave, which way you squint. 
If t'other night your master lost 
Three lambs, am I to pay the cost ? 
Your vile reflections would imply 
That I'm the thief : You Dog, you lie ! " 

" Thou knave, thou fool," the Dog replied, 
" The name is just, take either side ; . 
Thy guilt these applications speak ; 
Sirrah, 'tis conscience makes you squeak." 

So saying, on the Fox he flies ; 
The self-convicted felon dies. 





FABLE II. 

THE YULTURE, THE SPARROW, AND OTHER BIRDS. 

(TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY.) 

ERE I begin, I must premise 
Our ministers are good and wise 
So, though malicious tongues apply, 
Pray what care they, or what care I ? 

If I am free with courts, be't known, 
I ne'er presume to mean our own. 
If general morals seem to joke 
On ministers, and such-like folk, 

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THE VULTURE, THE SPARROW, AND OTHER BIRDS. 209 

A captious fool may take offence, 
What then ? He knows his own pretence. 1 
.1 meddle with no State affairs, 
But spare my jest to save rny ears. 
Our present schemes are too profound, 
For Machiavel himself, to sound ; 2 
To censure 'em I've no pretension, 
I own they're past my comprehension. 

You say, your brother wants a place, 
('Tis many a younger brother's case,) 
And that he very soon intends 
To ply the court, and teaze his friends. 
If there his merits chance to find 
A patriot of an open mind, 
Whose constant actions prove him just 
To both a king's and people's trust, 
May he, with gratitude, attend, 
And owe his rise to such a friend. 

You praise his parts, for business fit, 
His learning, probity, and wit ; 
But those alone- will never do, 
Unless his patron have 'em too. 

I've heard of times (pray God defend us ! 
We're not so good but he can mend us) 
When wicked ministers have trod 
On kings and people, law and God ; 

1 The word " pretence" is here used in the sense of "design" or "pur- 
pose," as in Shakespeare's Gentlemen of Verona, Winter's Tale, etc. 
OWEN. 

2 Nicholas Machiavelli, a native of Florence, a famous writer of plays 
historical and other works. The work to which Gay alludes, is his 
" Prince," or treatise of politics, in which he describes, under the character 
of Caesar Borgia, the arts of government, as they are too often practised 
by wicked princes and tyrants. See alno Fable 5, line 45. 

In his "Bural Sports," Gay has also Machiavel for a politician: 



Each rival Machiavel with envy burns, 
And honesty forsakes them all by turns." 



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210 GAY'S FABLES. 

With arrogance they girt the throne, 
And knew no interest but their own. 
Then virtue, from preferment barr'd, 
Gets nothing, but its own reward. 
A gang of petty knaves attend 'em, 
With proper parts to recommend 'em. 
Then if his patron burn with lust, 
The first in favour's pimp the first. 
His doors are never closed to spies, 
Who cheer his heart with double lies ; 
They natter him, his foes defame, 
So lull the pangs of guilt and shame. 
If schemes of lucre haunt his brain, 
Projectors swell his greedy train : 
Vile brokers ply his private ear 
With jobs of plunder for the year ; 
All consciences must bend and ply ; 
You must vote on and not know why : 
Through thick and thin you must go on ; 
One scruple, and your place is gone. 

Since plagues like these have cursed a land, 
And favourites cannot always stand, 
Good courtiers should for change be ready, 
And not have principles too steady ; 
For should a knave engross the power, 
(God shield the realm from that sad hour !) 
He must have rogues or slavish fools ; 
For what's a knave without his tools ? 

Wherever those a people drain, 
And strut with infamy and gain, 
I envy not their guilt and state, 
And scorn to share the public hate. 



THE VULTURE, THE SPARROW, AND OTHER BIRDS. 211 

Let their own servile creatures rise, 
By screening fraud, and venting lies : 
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, 
A mind serene for contemplation : 
Title and profit I resign ; 
The post of honour shall be mine. 
My Fable read, their merits view, 
Then herd who will, with such a crew. 

In days of yore (my cautious rhymes 
Always except the present times) 
A greedy Vulture, skill'd in game, 
Inured to guilt, unawed by shame, 
Approach' d the throne in evil hour, 
And step by step intrudes to power : 
When at the royal Eagle's ear, 
He longs to ease the monarch's care. 
The monarch grants. With pride elate, 
Behold him minister of state ! 
Around him throng the feather'd rout ; 
Friends must be served, and some must out ; 
Each thinks his own the best pretension ; 
This asks a place, and that a pension. 

The Nightingale was set aside : 
A forward Daw his room supplied. 

" This bird," says he, " for business fit, 
Hath both sagacity and wit : 
With all his turns, and shifts, and tricks, 
He's docile, and at nothing sticks : 
Then with his neighbours one so free 
At all times will connive at me." 

The Hawk had due distinction shown, 
For parts and talents like his own. 

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212 GAY'S FABLES. 

Thousands of hireling Cocks attend him, 
As blustering bullies to defend him. 

At once the Havens were discarded, 
And Magpies with their posts rewarded. 

Those fowls of omen I detest, 
That pry into another's nest. 
State-lies must lose all good intent, 
For they foresee and croak th' event. 
My friends ne'er think, but talk by rote, 
Speak what they're taught, and so to vote. 

" When rogues like these," a Sparrow cries, 
" To honours and employments rise, 
I court no favour, ask no place, 
For such preferment is disgrace. 
Within my thatch'd retreat I find 
(What these ne'er feel) true peace of mind." 





FABLE III. 

THE BABOON AND THE POULTRY. 

(TO A LE VEE -HUNTER. ) 

WE frequently misplace esteem, 
By judging men by what they seem. 
To birth, wealth, power, we should allow 
Precedence, and our lowest bow : 
In that is due distinction shown ; 
Esteem is Virtue's right alone. 

With partial eye w^e're apt to see 
The man of noble pedigree : 

213 



214 GAY'S FABLES. 

We're prepossess'd my Lord inherits, 
In some degree, his grandsire's merits ; 
For those we find upon record, 
But find him nothing but " my Lord." 

When we, with superficial view, 
Gaze on the rich, we're dazzled too. 
We know that wealth, well understood, 
Hath frequent power of doing good, 
Then fancy that the thing is done ; 
As if the power and will were one. 
Thus oft the cheated crowd adore 
The thriving knaves that keep 'em poor. 

The cringing train of power survey ; 
What creatures are so low as they ! 
With what obsequiousness they bend ! 
To what vile actions condescend ! 
Their rise is on their meanness built, 
And flattery is their smallest guilt. 
What homage, reverence, adoration, 
In every age, in every nation, 
Have sycophants, to power address'd ! 
No matter who the power possess'd. 
Let ministers be what they will, 
You find their levees always fill. 
E'en those who have perplex'd a State, 
Whose actions claim contempt and hate, 
Had wretches to applaud their schemes, 
Though more absurd than madmen's dreams. 
When barbarous Moloch was invoked, 
The blood of infants only smoked ! 1 

1 In allusion to the sacrifices to Moloch, the principal idol of the 
Ammonites. 



THE BABOON AND THE POULTRY. 215 

But here (unless all History lies) 
Whole realms have been a sacrifice 

Look through all courts : 'tis power we find 
The general idol of mankind, 
There worshipp'd under every shape : 
Alike the lion, fox, and ape, 
Are follow'd by time-serving slaves, 
Eich prostitutes and needy knaves. 

Who then shall glory in his post ? 
How frail his pride, how vain his boast ! 
The followers of his prosperous hour 
Are as unstable as his power. 
Power, by the breath of Flattery nurst, 
The more it swells is nearer burst. 
The bubble breaks, the gewgaw ends, 
And in a dirty tear descends. 

Once on a time, an ancient maid, 
By wishes and by time decay'd 
To cure the pangs of restless thought, 
In birds and beasts amusement sought : 
Dogs, parrots, apes, her hours employ'd ; 
With these alone she talk'd and toy'd. 

A huge Baboon her fancy took, 
(Almost a man in size and look) 
He finger'd everything he found, 
And mimic'd all the servants round. 
Then, too, his parts and ready wit 
Show'd him for every business fit. 
With all these talents 'twas but just 
That Pug should hold a place of trust ; 
So to her favourite was assign'd 
The charge of all her feather'd kind. 



216 



'Twas his to tend 'em eve and morn, 

And portion out their daily corn. 

Behold him now, with haughty stride, 

Assume a ministerial pride. 

The morning rose. In hope of picking, 

Swans, turkeys, peacocks, ducks, and chicken, 

Fowls of all ranks surround his hut, 

To worship his important strut. 

The minister appears : the crowd, 

Now here, now there, obsequious bow'd. 

This praised his parts, and that his face, 

T'other his dignity in place. 

From bill to bill the flattery ran : 

He hears and bears it like a man ; 

For when we flatter Self-conceit, 
We but his sentiments repeat. 

If we're too scrupulously just, 
What profit's in a place of trust ? 
The common practice of the great 
Is to secure a snug retreat : 
So Pug began to turn his brain 
(Like other folks in place) on gain. 
An apple-woman's stall was near, 
Well stock'd with fruits through all the year ; 
Here every day he cramm'd his guts, 
Hence were his hoards of pears and nuts ; 
For 'twas agreed (in way of trade) 
His payments should in corn be made. 

The stock of grain was quickly spent, 
And no account which way it went. 
Then, too, the Poultry's starved condition 
Caused speculations of suspicion. 



THE BABOON AND THE POULTRY. 217 

The facts were proved beyond dispute, 
Pug must refund his hoards of fruit, 
And, though then minister in chief, 
Was branded as a public thief. 
Disgraced, despised, confined to chains, 
He nothing but his pride retains. 

A Goose pass'd by, he knew the face, 
Seen every levee while in place. 

" What, no respect ! no reverence shown ! 
How saucy are these creatures grown ! 
Not two days since," says he, " you bow'd 
The lowest of my fawning crowd." 

" Proud fool ! " replies the Goose, " 'tis true 
Thy corn a fluttering levee drew ; 
For that I join'd the hungry train, 
And sold thee flattery for thy grain : 
But then, as now, conceited Ape, 
We saw thee in thy proper shape." 





FABLE IV. 

THE ANT IN OFFICE. 
(TO A FRIEND.) 

You tell me that you apprehend 
My verse may touchy folks offend. 
In prudence, too, you think my rhymes 
Should never squint at courtiers' crimes ; 
For though nor this nor that is meant, 
Can we another's thoughts prevent ? 

You ask me, if I ever knew 
Court-chaplains thus, the lawn pursue ? 
218 



THE ANT IN OFFICE. 219 

I meddle not with gown or lawn ; 
Poets, I grant, to rise, must fawn. 
They know great ears are over nice, 
And never shock their patron's vice. 
But I this hackney path despise, 
'Tis my ambition not to rise ; 
If I must prostitute the Muse, 
The base conditions I refuse. 

I neither flatter nor defame, 
Yet own I would bring guilt to shame. 
If I Corruption's hand expose, 
I make corrupted men my foes ; 
What then ? I hate the paltry tribe : 
Be virtue mine ; be theirs the bribe. 
I no man's property invade ; 
Corruption's yet no lawful trade. 
Nor would it mighty ills produce, 
Could I shame bribery out of use. 
I know 'twould cramp most politicians, 
Were they tied down to these conditions : 
'Twould stint their power, their riches bound, 
And make their parts seem less profound. 
Were they denied their proper tools, 
How could they lead their knaves and fools ? 
Were this the case, let's take a view 
What dreadful mischiefs would ensue. 
Though it might aggrandize the State, 
Could private luxury dine on plate ? 
Kings might indeed their friends reward, 
But ministers find less regard. 
Informers, sycophants, and spies, 
Would not augument the year's supplies. 



220 GAY'S FABLES. 

Perhaps, too, take away this prop, 
An annual job or two, might drop. 
Besides, if pensions were denied, 
Could Avarice support its pride ? 
It might even ministers confound, 
And yet the State be safe and sound. 

I care not though 'tis understood, 
I only mean my country's good : 
And (let who will my freedom blame) 
I wish all courtiers did the same ; 
Nay, though some folks the less might get, 
I wish the nation out of debt. 
I put no private man's ambition 
With public good in competition : 
Eather than have our laws defaced, 
I'd vote a minister disgraced. 

I strike at vice, be't where it will ; 
And what if great folks take it ill ? 
I hope corruption, bribery, pension, 
One may with detestation mention ; 
Think you the law (let who will take it) 
Can scandalum magnatum make it ? 
I vent no slander, owe no grudge, 
Nor of another's conscience, judge. 
At him, or him, I take no aim, 
Yet dare against all vice declaim. 
Shall I not censure breach of trust, 
Because knaves know themselves unjust ? 
That steward whose account is clear, 
Demands his honour may appear, 
His actions never shun the light, 
He is, and would be proved, upright. 



THE ANT IN OFFICE. 221 

But then you think my Fable bears 
Allusion, too, to State affairs. 

I grant it does : and who's so great, 
That has the privilege to cheat ? 
If then in any future reign 
(For ministers may thirst for gain) 
Corrupted hands defraud the nation, 
I bar no reader's application. 

An Ant there was, whose forward prate 
Controll'd all matters in debate ; 
Whether he knew the thing or no, 
His tongue eternally would go. 
For he had impudence at will, 
And boasted universal skill, 
Ambition was his point in view : 
Thus by degrees to power he grew. 
Behold him now his drift attain, 
He's made chief-treasurer of the grain. 

But as their ancient laws are just, 
And punish breach of public trust, 
'Tis order'd (lest wrong application 
Should starve that wise industrious nation) 
That all accounts be stated clear, 
Their stock, and what defray'd the year ; 
That auditors shall these inspect, 
And public rapine thus be check'd. 
For this the solemn day was set ; 
The auditors in council met. 
The granary-keeper must explain, 
And balance his account of grain. 
He brought (since he could not refuse 'em) 
Some scraps of paper to amuse 'em. 



222 



An honest Pismire, warm with zeal, 
In justice to the public weal, 
Thus spoke : " The nation's hoard is low ; 
From whence does this profusion flow ? 
I know our annual fund's amount ; 
Why such expense ? and where's th' account ? " 

With wonted arrogance and pride, 
The Ant in office thus replied : 
" Consider, Sirs, were secrets told, 
How could the best-schemed projects hold ? 
Should we State-mysteries disclose, 
'Twould lay us open to our foes. 
My duty and my well-known zeal 
Bid me our present schemes conceal. 
But, on my honour, all th' expense 
(Though vast) was for the swarm's defence." 

They pass'd th' account as fair and just ; 
And voted him implicit trust. 

Next year again the granary drain'd, 
He thus his innocence maintain'd ; 

" Think how our present matters stand, 
What dangers threat from every hand ; 
What hosts of turkeys stroll for food, 
No farmer's wife but hath her brood. 
Consider, when invasion's near, 
Intelligence must cost us dear ; 
And, in this ticklish situation, 
A secret told betrays the nation : 
But on my honour, all the expense 
(Though vast) was for the swarm's defence." 

Again, without examination, 
They thank'd his sage administration. 



THE ANT IN OFFICE. 223 

The year revolves. Their treasure spent, 
Again in secret service went : 
His honour, too, again was pledged, 
To satisfy the charge alleged. 

When thus, with panic shame possess'd, 
An auditor, his friends address'd : 

" What are we ? ministerial tools ? 
We little knaves are greater fools. 
At last this secret is explored, 
'Tis our corruption thins the hoard. 
For every grain we touch'd, at least, 
A thousand, his own heaps, increased. 
Then for his kin and favourite spies, 
A hundred hardly could suffice. 
Thus for a paltry sneaking bribe, 
We cheat ourselves and all the tribe ; 
For all the magazine contains, 
Grows from our annual toil and pains." 

They vote th' account shall be inspected : 
The cunning plunderer is detected ; 
The fraud is sentenced ; and his hoard, 
As due, to public use restored. 








FABLE V. 

THE BEAR IN A BOAT. 

(TO A COXCOMB.) 

THAT man must daily wiser grow, 
Whose search is bent, himself to know. 
Impartially he weighs his scope, 
And on firm reason founds his hope ; 
He tries his strength before the race, 
And never seeks his own disgrace ; 
He knows the compass, sail, and oar, 
Or never launches from the shore ; 

224 



THE BEAR IN A BOAT. 225 

Before he builds, computes the cost, 
And in no proud pursuit is lost ; 
He learns the bounds of human sense, 
And safely walks within the fence. 
Thus, conscious of his own defect, 
Are pride and self-importance check'd. 

If, then, self-knowledge to pursue, 
Direct our life in every view, 
Of all the fools that pride can boast, 
A Coxcomb claims distinction most. 

Coxcombs are of all ranks and kind ; 
They're not to sex or age confined, 
Or rich or poor, or great or small, 
And vanity besets them all. 
By ignorance is pride increased ; 
Those most assume who know the least ; 
Their own false balance gives them weight, 
But every other finds them light. 

Not that all Coxcombs' follies strike, 
And draw our ridicule alike. 
To different merits each pretends. 
This in love-vanity transcends ; 
That smitten with his face and shape, 
By dress distinguishes the ape ; 
T'other with learning crams his shelf, 
Knows books, and all things but himself. 

All these are fools of low condition, 
Compared with Coxcombs of ambition ; 
For those, puff'd up with flattery, dare 
Assume a nation's various care. 
They ne'er the grossest praise mistrust, 
Their sycophants seem hardly just ; 

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226 GAY'S FABLES. 

For these, in part alone, attest 
The flattery their own thoughts suggest. 
In this wide sphere, a Coxcomb's shown 
In other realms besides his own : 
The self-deem'd Machiavel at large 
By turns controls in every charge. 
Does Commerce suffer in her rights ? 
'Tis he directs the naval flights. 
What sailor dares dispute his skill ? 
He'll be an admiral when he will. 

Now, meddling in the soldier's trade, 
Troops must be hir'd, and levies made : 
He gives ambassadors their cue, 
His cobbled treaties to renew ; 
And annual taxes must suffice 
The current blunders to disguise. 
When his crude schemes in air are lost, 
And millions scarce defray the cost, 
His arrogance (nought undismay'd), 
Trusting in self-sufficient aid, 
On other rocks misguides the realm, 
And thinks a pilot at the helm. 
He ne'er suspects his want of skill, 
But blunders on from ill to ill ; 
And when he fails of all intent, 
Blames only unforeseen event. 
Lest you mistake the application, 
The Fable calls me to relation. 

A Bear of shag and manners rough, 
At climbing trees expert enough 
For dext'rously, and safe from harm, 
Year after year he robb'd the swarm ; 



THE BEAR IN A BOAT. 227 

Thus thriving on industrious toil, 
He gloried in his pilfer'd spoil. 

This trick so swell'd him with conceit, 
He thought no enterprise too great. 
Alike in sciences and arts 
He boasted universal parts. 
Pragmatic, busy, bustling, bold, 
His arrogance was uncontroll'd : 
And thus he made his party good, 
And grew dictator of the wood. 

The beasts with admiration stare, 
And think him a prodigious Bear. 
Were any common booty got, 
'Twas his, each portion to allot : 
For why ? he found there might be picking, 
E'en in the carving of a chicken. 
Intruding thus, he by degrees 
Claim'd, too, the butcher's larger fees. 
And now his overwhelming pride 
In every province will preside : 
No task too difficult was found, 
His blundering nose misleads the hound, 
In stratagem and subtle arts 
He overrules the fox's parts. 

It chanced as, on a certain day, 
Along the bank he took his way, 
A boat, with rudder, sail, and oar, 
At anchor floated near the shore. 
He stopt, and turning to his train, 
Thus pertly vents his vaunting strain : 

" What blundering puppies are mankind, 
In every science always blind ! 

152 



228 GAY'S FABLES. 

I inock the pedantry of schools : 
What are their compasses and rules ? 
From me, that helm shall conduct learn, 
And man, his ignorance discern." 

So saying, with audacious pride 
He gains the boat, and climbs the side. 
The beasts, astonish'd, line the strand ; 
The anchor's weigh'd ; he drives from land. 
The slack sail shifts from side to side ; 
The boat untrimm'd admits the tide ; 
Borne down, adrift, at random tost, 
His oar breaks short, the rudder's lost. 
The Bear, presuming in his skill, 
Is here, and there, officious still ; 
Till, striking on the dangerous sands, 
Aground the shatter'd vessel stands. 

To see the bungler thus distrest 
The very fishes, sneer and jest ; 
E'en gudgeons join in ridicule, 
To mortify the meddling fool. 
The clamorous watermen appear 
Threats, curses, oaths, insult his ear : 
Seized, thrash'd, and chain'd, he's dragg'd to land ; 
Derision shouts along the strand. 





FABLE VI. 

THE SQUIRE AND HIS CUR. 

(TO A COUNTRY GENTLEMAN.) 

THE man of pure and simple heart 
Through life disdains a double part 
He never needs the screen of lies 
His inward bosom to disguise. 
In vain malicious tongues assail, 
Let Envy snarl, let Slander rail ; 
From Virtue's shield (secure from wound) 
Their blunted, venom'd shafts rebound. 

229 



230 GAY'S FABLES. 

So shines his light before mankind, 
His actions prove his honest mind. 
If in his country's cause he rise, 
Debating senates to advise, 
Unbribed, unawed, he dares impart 
The honest dictates of his heart. 
No ministerial frown he fears, 
But in his virtue perseveres. 

But would you play the politician, 
Whose heart's averse to intuition, 
Your lips at all times, nay, your reason, 
Must be controll'd by place and season. 
What statesman could his power support 
Were lying tongues forbid the court ? 
Did princely ears to truth attend, 
What minister could gain his end ? 
How could he raise his tools to place, 
And how his honest foes, disgrace ? 

That politician tops his part, 
Who readily can lie with art : 
The man's proficient in his trade ; 
His power is strong, his fortune's made. 
By that, the interest of the throne 
Is made subservient to his own : 
By that, have kings of old, deluded, 
All their own friends for his, excluded : 
By that, his selfish schemes pursuing, 
He thrives upon the public ruin. 

Antiochus, with hardy pace, 
Provoked the dangers of the chase 
And, lost from all his menial train, 
Traversed the wood, and path If ss plain. 



THE SQUIRE AND THE CUR. 231 

A cottage lodged the royal guest, 
The Parthian clown brought forth his best ; 
The King, unknown, his feast enjoy'd, 
And various chat, the hours employ'd. 
From wine what sudden friendship springs ! 
Frankly they talk'd of courts and kings. 

" We country-folks," the Clown replies, 
" Could ope our gracious monarch's eyes. 
The King, (as all our neighbours say) 
Might he (God bless him !) have his way, 
Is sound at heart, and means our good, 
And he would do it, if he could. 
If truth in courts were not forbid, 
Nor kings nor subjects, would be rid. 
Were he in power we need not doubt him 
But that transferr'd to those about him, 
On them he throws the regal cares ; 
And what mind they ? Their own affairs. 
If such rapacious hands he trust, 
The best of men may seem unjust. 
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same ; 
Bad servants wound their masters' fame, 
In this our neighbours all agree : 
Would the king knew as much as we ! " 
Here he stopt short. Eepose they sought ; 
The Peasant slept, the Monarch thought. 

The courtiers learn'd, at early dawn, 
Where their lost sovereign was withdrawn. 
The guards' approach our host alarms ; 
With gaudy coats the cottage swarms ; 
The crown and purple robes they bring, 
And prostrate fall before the King. 



232 GAY'S FABI.KS. 

The Clown was call'd ; the royal guest 
By due reward his thanks exprest. 
The King then, turning to the crowd, 
Who fawningly before him bow'd, 
Thus spoke : " Since, bent on private gain, 
Your counsels first misled my reign, 
Taught and inform'd by you alone, 
No truth the royal ear hath known, 
Till here conversing hence, ye crew ! 
For now I know myself and you." 

Whene'er the royal ear's engrost, 
State-lies but little genius cost ; 
The favourite then securely robs, 
And gleans a nation by his jobs. 
Franker and bolder grown in ill, 
He daily poisons dares instil ; 
And, as his present views suggest, 
Inflames or soothes the royal breast : 
Thus wicked ministers oppress, 
When oft the monarch means redress. 

Would kings their private subjects hear. 
A minister must talk with fear ; 
If honesty opposed his views, 
He dared not innocence accuse ; 
'T would keep him in such narrow bound, 
He could not right and wrong confound. 
Happy were kings, could they disclose 
Their real friends and real foes! 
Were both themselves and subjects known, 
A monarch's will might be his own : 
Had he the use of ears and eyes, 
Knaves would no more be counted wise. 



THE SQUIRE AND HIS CUR. 233 

But then a minister might lose 
(Hard case !) his own ambitious views. 
When such as these have vex'd a state, 
Pursued by universal hate, 
Their false support at once hath fail'd, 
And persevering truth prevail'd. 
Exposed, their train of fraud is seen 
Truth will at last remove the screen. 

A Country Squire, by whim directed, 
The true stanch dogs of chase neglected ; 
Beneath his board no hound was fed, 
His hand ne'er stroked the spaniel's head. 
A snappish Cur, alone carest, 
By lies had banish'd all the rest : 
Yap had his ear, and defamation 
Gave him full scope of conversation. 
His sycophants must be preferr'd, 
Room must be made for all his herd : 
Wherefore, to bring his schemes about, 
Old faithful servants all must out. 

The Cur on every creature flew, 
(As other great men's puppies do,) 
Unless due court to him were shown, 
And both their face and business known, 
No honest tongue an audience found 
He worried all the tenants round. 
For why ? he lived in constant fear, 
Lest truth by chance should interfere. 
If any stranger dared intrude, 
The noisy Cur his heels pursued ; 
Now fierce with rage, now struck with dread 
At once he snarled, bit, and fled. 



234 GAY'S FABLES. 

Aloof he bays, with bristling hair, 
And thus in secret growls his fear : 
" Who knows but Truth, in this disguise, 
May frustrate my best-guarded lies ? 
Should she (thus mask'd) admittance find, 
That very hour, my ruin's sign'd." 

Now in his howl's continued sound, 
Their words were lost, their voice was drown'd. 
Ever in awe of honest tongues, 
Thus every day he strain'd his lungs. 

It happen'd, in ill-omen'd hour, 
That Yap, unmindful of his power, 
Forsook his post, to love inclin'd, 
A favourite bitch was in the wind. 
By her seduced, in amorous play, 
They frisk'd the joyous hours away : 
Thus by untimely love pursuing, 
Like Antony he sought his ruin. 

For now the Squire, unvex'd with noise, 
An honest neighbour's chat, enjoys. 
" Be free," says he, " your mind impart ; 
I love a friendly open heart. 
Methinks my tenants shun my gate ; 
Why such a stranger grown of late ? 
Pray tell me what offence they find 
'Tis plain they're not so well inclined." 

" Turn off your Cur," the Farmer cries, 
" Who feeds your ear with daily lies. 
His snarling insolence offends, 
'Tis he that keeps you from your friends. 
Were but that saucy puppy checkt, 
You'd find again the same respect. 



THE SQUIRE AND HIS CUR. 



235 



Hear only him, he'll swear it too, 
That all our hatred is to you : 
But learn from us your true estate 
'Tis that curst Cur alone, we hate." 

The Squire heard Truth. Now Yap rushed in, 
The wide hall echoes with his din, 
Yet Truth prevail'd ; and, with disgrace 
The dog was cudgell'd out of place. 





FABLE VII. 

THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER 

(TO MYSELF.) 

HAVE you a friend (look round and spy) 
So fond, so prepossess'd as I ? 
Your faults, so obvious to mankind, 
My partial eyes could never find. 
When, by the breath of Fortune blown, 
Your airy castles were o'erthrown, 
Have I been ever prone to blame, 
Or mortified your hours with shame ? 
Was I e'er known to damp your spirit, 
Or twit you with the want of merit ? 



THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER. 237 

Tis not so strange that Fortune's frown 
Still perseveres to keep you down : 
Look round, and see what others do. 
Would you be rich and honest too ? 
Have you (like those she raised to place) 
Been opportunely, mean and base ? 
Have you (as times required), resign'd 
Truth, honour, virtue, peace of mind ? 
If these are scruples, give her o'er ; 
Write, practise morals, and be poor. 

The gifts of Fortune truly rate ; 
Then, tell me what would mend your state. 
If happiness on wealth were built, 
Eich rogues might comfort find, in guilt. 
As grows the miser's hoarded store, 
His fears, his wants, increase the more. 

Think, GAY, (what ne'er may be the case,) 
Should Fortune take you into grace, 
Would that your happiness augment ? 
What can she give beyond content ? 

Suppose yourself a wealthy heir, 
With a vast annual income clear ! 
In all the affluence you possess, 
You might not feel one care the less. 
Might you not, then, like others, find 
With change of fortune, change of mind ? 
Perhaps, profuse beyond all rule 
You might start out a glaring fool ; 
Your luxury might break all bounds ; 
Plate, table, horses, stewards, hounds, 
Might swell your debts ; then, lust of play 
No regal income can defray. 



238 GAY'S FABLES. 

Sunk is all credit, writs assail, 
And doom your future life to jail. 

Or were you dignified with power, 
Would that avert one pensive hour ? 
You might give avarice its swing, 
Defraud a nation, blind a king ; 
Then from the hirelings in your cause, 
Though daily fed with false applause, 
Could it a real joy impart ? 
Great guilt knew never joy at heart. 

Is happiness your point in view ? 
(I mean th' intrinsic and the true). 
She nor in camps nor courts, resides, 
Nor in the humble cottage, hides ; 
Yet found alike in every sphere 
Who finds content, will find her there. 1 

O'erspent with toil, beneath the shade, 
A Peasant rested on his spade : 

" Good gods ! " he cries, " 'tis hard to bear 
This load of life from year to year ! 
Soon as the morning streaks the skies 
Industrious Labour bids me rise ; 



i It has been justly remarked, that a writer often best describes the 
excellence of that virtue in which he is most deficient ; and can most 
feelingly paint the miseries of that state which he himself has expe- 
rienced. 

Thus Steele, who suffered so much from want of economy, wrote 
admirably upon economy ; and Gay, whose sanguine disposition was con- 
tinually forming hopes which were continually disappointed, who was 
ever sighing for what he had not, and not enjoying what he had, has, in 
many parts of his Fables, but particularly in this beautiful introduction, 
displayed in just colours, the blessedness of a contented mind. 

This Fable shows, from the example of the discontented Countryman, 
who found by experience that his own situation was preferable to those 
which he envied, what a false estimate they make of life, who are silly 
enough, as Gay says in another place : 

" by outward show. 

To judge of happiness below. 'FABLE xr,:x. 



THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER. 239 

With sweat I earn my homely fare, 
And every day renews my .care." 

Jove heard the discontented strain, 
And thus rebuked the murmuring swain : 

" Speak out your wants, then, honest friend: 
Unjust complaints, the gods offend. 
If you repine at partial Fate, 
Instruct me what could mend your state. 
Mankind in every station see 
What wish you ? tell me what you'd be." 

So said, upborne upon a cloud, 
The Clown survey'd the anxious crowd. 

" Yon face of Care," says Jove, " behold, 
His bulky bags are fill'd with gold : 
See with what joy he counts it o'er ! 
That sum to-day hath swell'd his store." 
" Were I that man," the Peasant cried, 
"What blessing could I ask beside?" 

" Hold," says the god, " first learn to know 
True happiness from outward show. 
This optic glass of intuition 
Here, take it ; view his true condition." 

He look'd, and saw the miser's breast 
A troubled ocean, ne'er at rest ; 
Want ever stares him in the face, 
And fear anticipates disgrace. 
With conscious guilt he saw him start, 
Extortion gnaws his throbbing heart, 
And never, or in thought or dream, 
His breast admits one happy gleam. 

" May Jove," he cries, " reject my pray'r, 
And guard my life from guilt and care ! 



240 GAY'S FABLES. 

My soul abhors that wretch's fate 

Oh keep me in my humble state ! 

But see, amidst a gaudy crowd, 

Yon minister so gay and proud ; 

On him what happiness attends, 

Who thus rewards his grateful friends ! " 

" First take the glass," the god replies ; 

" Man views the world with partial eyes." 

" Good gods ! " exclaims the startled wight, 
" Defend me from this hideous sight : 
Corruption, with corrosive smart, 
Lies cankering on his guilty heart. 
I see him with polluted hand 
Spread the contagion o'er the land. 
Now Avarice with insatiate jaws, 
Now Eapine with her harpy claws, 
His bosom tears ; his conscious breast 
Groans, with a load of crimes opprest. 
I see him, mad and drunk with power, 
Stand tottering on Ambition's tower. 
Sometimes, in speeches vain and proud, 
His boasts insult the nether crowd ; 
Now, seized with giddiness and fear, 
He trembles lest his fall is near. 

Was ever wretch like this ? " he cries, 
" Such misery in such disguise ! 
The change, Jove ! I disavow 
Still be my lot the spade and plough." 

He next, confirm'd by speculation, 
Rejects the lawyer's occupation ; 
For he the statesman seem'd in part, 
And bore similitude of heart. 



THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER. 241 

Nor did the soldier's trade inflame 
His hopes, with thirst of spoil and fame : 
The miseries of war he mourn'd, 
Whole nations into deserts turn'd. 

By these have laws and rights been braved ; 
By these was free-born man enslaved : 
When battles and invasion cease, 
Why swarm they in the lands of peace ? 
" Such change," says he, " may I decline 
The scythe, and civil arms, be mine ! " 

Thus, weighing life in each condition, 
The Clown withdrew his rash petition. 

When thus the god : " How mortals err ! 
If you true happiness prefer ; 
'Tis to no rank of life confined, 
But dwells in every honest mind. 
Be justice, then, your sole pursuit 
Plant virtue, and content's the fruit." 
So, Jove, to gratify the Clown, 
Where first he found him, set him down. 




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FABLE VIII. 

THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY. 

(TO MY NATIVE COUNTRY.) 

HAIL, happy land ! whose fertile grounds 

The liquid fence of Neptune bounds ; l 

By beauteous nature set apart, 

The seat of Industry and Art. 

Britain ! chosen port of trade, 

May luxury ne'er thy sons invade ! 

May never minister (intent 

His private treasures to augment) 

1 The liquid fence of Neptune bnunds, may be compared with Waller's 
Sea-girt Britain " and Rowe's " The noblest of the ocean's isles." 

242 



THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY. 243 

Corrupt thy state ! If jealous foes 
Thy rights of commerce dare oppose, 
Shall not thy fleets their rapine awe ? 
Who is't prescribes the ocean law ? 

Whenever neighbouring states contend, 
'Tis thine to be the general friend, 
What is't who rules in other lands ? 
On trade alone thy glory stands : 
That benefit is unconfined, 
Diffusing good among mankind : 
That first gave lustre to thy reigns, 
And scatter'd plenty o'er thy plains : 
'Tis that alone thy wealth supplies, 
And draws all Europe's envious eyes. 
Be commerce, then, thy sole design 
Keep that, and all the world is thine. 

When naval traffic ploughs the main, 
Who shares not in the merchant's gain ? 
'Tis that supports the regal state, 
And makes the farmer's heart elate : 
The numerous flocks that clothe the land 
Can scarce supply the loom's demand ; 
Prolific culture glads the fields, 
And the bare heath, a harvest yields. 

Nature expects mankind should share l 
The duties of the public care. 
Who's born for sloth ? To some we find 
The ploughshare's annual toil assign'd ; 



i Lines 33 to 64. These beautiful lines inculcate the necessity of in- 
dustry, and the reciprocal advantages drawn from the inequality of 
conditions, according to the observation in the forty-third Fable: 



Since ev'ry creature was decreed, 
To aid each other's mental need." 



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244 GAY'S FABLES. 

Some at the sounding anvil glow ; 
Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw ; 
Some studious of the wind and tide, 
From pole to pole, our commerce guide ; 
Some (taught by industry) impart 
With hands and feet, the works of art ; 
While some, of genius more refined, 
With head and tongue, assist mankind : 
Each aiming at one common end, 
Proves to the whole, a needful friend. 
Thus, born each other's useful aid, 
By turns, are obligations paid. 

The monarch, when his table's spread; 
Is to the clown, obliged for bread ; 
And when in all his glory, drest, 
Owes to the loom, his royal vest. 
Do not the mason's toil and care, 
Protect him from th' inclement air ? 
Does not the cutler's art supply 
The ornament, that guards his thigh ? 
All these, in duty to the throne, 
Their common obligations, own. 
'Tis he (his own and people's cause) 
Protects their properties and laws : 
Thus they their honest toil employ, 
And with content, the fruits enjoy. 
In every rank, or great or small, 
'Tis industry supports us all. 

The animals, by want oppress'd, 
To man their services address'd ; 
While each pursued their selfish good, 
They hunger'd for precarious food : 



THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY. 245 

Their hours with anxious cares were vext, . 
One day they fed, and starved the next. 
.They saw that plenty, sure and rife, 
Was found alone in social life ; 
That mutual industry profess'd, 
The Carious wants of man, redress'd. 

The Cat, half-famished, lean, and weak, 
Demands the privilege to speak. 

" Well, Puss," says Man, " and what can you 
To benefit the public, do ? " 

The Cat replies : " These teeth, these claws, 
With vigilance shall serve the cause. 
The mouse, destroy'd by my pursuit, 
No longer shall your feasts pollute ; 
Nor rats, from nightly ambuscade, 
With wasteful teeth, your stores invade." 

" I grant/' says Man, " to general use 
Your parts and talents may conduce ; 
For rats and mice purloin our grain, 
And threshers whirl the nail, in vain : 
Thus shall the Cat, a foe to spoil, 
Protect the farmer's honest toil." 

Then turning to the Dog, he cried, 
" Well, Sir, be next your merits tried." 
" Sir," says the Dog, " by self -applause 
We seem to own a friendless cause. 
Ask those who know me, if distrust 
E'er found me treacherous or unjust ? 
Did I e'er faith or friendship break ? 
Ask all those creatures, let them speak. 
My vigilance and trusty zeal 
Perhaps might serve the public weal. 



246 GAY'S FABLES. 

Might not your flocks in safety feed, 

Were I to guard the fleecy breed ? 

Did I the nightly watches keep, 

Could thieves invade you, while you sleep ? " 

The Man replies ; " 'Tis just and right, 
Rewards, such service, should requite. 
So rare, in property, we find 
Trust uncorrupt, among mankind, 
That, taken in a public view, 
The first distinction is your due. 
Such merits all reward transcend : 
Be then my comrade and my friend." 

Addressing now the Fly : " From you 
What public service can accrue ? " 
" From me ! " the fluttering insect said, 
" I thought you knew me better bred. 
Sir, I'm a gentleman. Is't fit 
That I to industry submit ? 
Let mean mechanics, to be fed, 
By business, earn ignoble bread : 
Lost in excess of daily joys, 
No thought, no care, my life annoys. 
At noon (the lady's matin hour), 
I sip the tea's delicious flower ; 
On cates luxuriously I dine, 
And drink the fragrance of the vine. 
Studious of elegance and ease, 
Myself alone, I seek to please." 

The Man, his pert conceit, derides, 
And thus the useless coxcomb, chides : 

" Hence from that peach, that downy seat 
No idle fool deserves to eat. 



THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY. 247 

Could you have sapp'd the blushing rind, 
And on that pulp ambrosial, dined, 
Had not some hand, with skill and toil 
To raise the tree, prepared the soil ? 
Consider, sot, what would ensue, 
Were all such worthless things, as you. 
You'd soon be forced (by hunger stung), 
To make your dirty meals on dung, 
On which such despicable need, 
CJnpitied, is reduced to feed. 
Besides, vain, selfish, insect, learn 
(If you can right and wrong discern), 
That he who, with industrious zeal, 
Contributes to the public weal, 
By adding to the common good. 
His own, hath rightly understood." 

So saying, with a sudden blow, 
He laid the noxious vagrant low, 
Crush'd in his luxury and pride, 
The spunger on the public, died. 





FABLE IX. 

THE JACKAL, LEOPARD, AND OTHER BEASTS. 

(TO A MODERN POLITICIAN.) 

I GRANT corruption sways mankind ; 
That interest, too, perverts the mind ; 
That bribes have blinded common sense, 
Foil'd reason, truth, and eloquence ; 
I grant you, too, our present crimes 
Can equal those of former times. 
Against plain facts shall I engage, 
To vindicate our righteous age ? 

248 



THE JACKAL, LEOPARD, AND OTHER BEASTS. 249 

I know that in a modern fist, 
Bribes, in full energy, subsist. 
Since then these arguments prevail, 
And itching palms are still so frail, 
Hence politicians, you suggest, 
Should drive the nail that goes the best ; 
That it shows parts and penetration, 
To ply men with the right temptation. 

To this I humbly must dissent, 
Premising, no reflection's meant. 

Does justice, or the client's sense, 
Teach lawyers, either side's defence ? 
The fee gives eloquence its spirit, 
That only is the client's merit. 
Does art, wit, wisdom, or address, 
Obtain the prostitute's caress ? 
The guinea (as in other trades), 
From every hand, alike persuades. 
" Man," Scripture says, " is prone to evil ; " 
But does that vindicate the devil ? 
Besides, the more mankind are prone, 
The less the devil's parts are shown. 
Corruption's not of modern date ; 
It hath been tried in every state. 
Great knaves of old their power have fenced, 
By places, pensions, bribes, dispensed ; 
By these they gloried in success, 
And impudently dared oppress ; 
By these despotic'ly they sway'd, 
And slaves extoll'd the hand that paid ; 
Nor parts nor genius were employ'd 
By these alone were realms destroy'd. 



250 GAY'S FABLES. 

Now see these wretches in disgrace, 
Stript of their treasures, power, and place ; 
View 'em abandon'd and forlorn, 
Exposed to just reproach and scorn. 
What now is all your pride, your boast ? 
Where are your slaves, your nattering host ? 
What tongues now feed you with applause ? 
Where are the champions of your cause ? 
Now e'en that very fawning train, 
Which shared the gleanings of your gain, 
Press foremost who shall first accuse 
Your selfish jobs, your paltry views, 
Your narrow schemes, your breach of trust, 
And want of talents to be just. 

What fools were these amidst their power : 
How thoughtless of their adverse hour ! 
What friends were made ? A hireling herd, 
For temporary votes preferr'd. 
Was it these sycophants to get, 
Your bounty swell'd a nation's debt ? 
You're bit, for these, like Swiss, attend 
No longer pay, no longer friend. 

The lion is (beyond dispute) 
Allow'd the most majestic brute ; 
His valour and his generous mind 
Prove him superior of his kind : 
Yet to jackals (as 'tis averr'd) 
Some lions have their power transferr'd, 
As if the parts of pimps and spies 
To govern forests could suffice. 

Once, studious of his private good, 
A. proud Jackal oppress'd the wood ; 



THE JACKAL, LEOPARD, AND OTHER BEASTS. 251 

To cram his own insatiate jaws, 
Invaded property and laws. 
The forest groans with discontent, 
Fresh wrongs the general hate, foment. 
The spreading murmurs reach' d his ear ; 
His secret hours were vex'd with fear. 
Night after night he weighs the case, 
And feels the terrors of disgrace. 

" By friends," says he, " I'll guard my seat, 
By those, malicious tongues defeat ; 
I'll strengthen power by new allies, 
And all my clamorous foes despise." 

To make the generous beasts his friends, 
He cringes, fawns, and condescends ; 
But those repulsed his abject court, 
And scorn'd oppression to support. 
Friends must be had, he can't subsist 
Bribes shall new proselytes enlist. 
But these, nought weigh'd in honest paws ; 
For bribes, confess a wicked cause : 
Yet think not every paw withstands 
What hath prevail'd in human hands. 

A tempting turnip's silver skin 
Drew a base Hog through thick and thin : 
Bought with a Stag's delicious haunch, 
The mercenary Wolf was staunch : 
The convert Fox grew warm and hearty, 
A pullet gain'd him to the party : 
The golden pippin in his fist, 
A chattering Monkey join'd the list. 

But soon, exposed to public hate, 
The favourite's fall redress'd the state. 



252 GAY'S FABLES. 

The Leopard, vindicating right, 

Had brought his secret frauds to light. 

As rats, before the mansion falls, 

Desert late hospitable walls, 

In shoals the servile creatures run, 

To bow before the rising sun. 

The Hog with warmth express'd his zeal, 
And was for hanging those that steal ; 
But hoped, though low, the public hoard 
Might half a turnip still afford. 
Since saving measures were profest, 
A lamb's head was the Wolfs request. 
The Fox submitted, if to touch 
A gosling would be deem'd too much ? 
The Monkey thought his grin and chatter, 
Might ask a nut, or some such matter. 

" Ye hirelings, hence ! " the Leopard cries, 
" Your venal conscience I despise : 
He who the public good intends, 
By bribes needs never purchase friends. 
Who acts this just, this open part, 
Is propt by every honest heart. 
Corruption now too late has show'd 
That bribes are always ill-bestowed : 
By you, your bubbled master's taught, 
Time-serving tools, not friends, are bought." 




FABLE X. 

THE DEGENERATE BEES. 

TO THE REV. DE. SWIFT, DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S. 

THOUGH courts the practice disallow, 
A friend at all times 111 avow. 
In politics I know 'tis wrong 
A friendship may be kept too long ; 
And what they call the prudent part, 
Is to wear interest next the heart : 
As the times take a different face, 
Old friendships should to new, give place. 



254 GAY'S FABLES. 

I know, too, you have many foes ; 
That owning you, is sharing those ; 
That every knave in every station, 
Of high and low denomination, 
For what you speak, and what you write, 
Dread you at once, and bear you spite. 
Such freedoms in your works are shown, 
They can't enjoy what's not their own, 
All dunces, too, in church and state, 
In frothy nonsense show their hate ; 
With all the petty scribbling crew, 
(And those pert sots are not a few,) 
'Gainst you and Pope, their envy spurt : 
The booksellers alone are hurt. 

Good gods ! by what a powerful race 
(For blockheads may have power and place) 
Are scandals raised, and libels writ, 
To prove your honesty and wit ! 
Think with yourself : those worthy men, 
You know, have suffer'd by your pen : 
From them you've nothing but your due. 
From hence, 'tis plain, your friends are few, 
Except myself, I know of none, 
Besides the wise and good alone. 
To set the case in fairer light, 
My Fable shall the rest recite, 
Which (though unlike our present state) 
I, for the moral's sake, relate. 

A Bee of cunning, not of parts, 
Luxurious, negligent of arts, 
Rapacious, arrogant, and vain, 
Greedy of power, but more of gain, 



THE DEGENERATE BEES. 255 

Corruption sow'd throughout the hive : 
By petty rogues, the great ones thrive. 

As power and wealth his views supplied, 
'Twas seen in overbearing pride. 
With him, loud impudence had merit ; 
The Bee of conscience wanted spirit ; 
And those who follow'd honour's rules, 
Were laugh'd to scorn, for squeamish fools. 
Wealth claim'd distinction, favour, grace, 
And poverty alone, was base. 
He treated industry with slight, 
Unless he found his profit by't. 
Eights, laws, and liberties, gave way, 
To bring his selfish schemes in play. 
The swarm forgot the common toil, 
To share the gleanings of his spoil. 

" While vulgar souls, of narrow parts, 
Waste life in low mechanic arts ; 
Let us," says he, " to genius born, 
The drudgery of our fathers scorn. 
The Wasp and Drone, you must agree, 
Live with more elegance, than we. 
Like gentlemen, they sport and play ; 
No business interrupts the day : 
Their hours to luxury, they give, 
And nobly on their neighbours live." 
A stubborn Bee, among the swarm, 
With honest indignation warm, 
Thus from his cell with zeal replied : 

" I slight thy frowns, and hate thy pride. 
The laws our native rights protect ; 
Offending thec, I those respect. 



256 GAY'S FABLES. 

Shall luxury corrupt the hive, 

And none against the torrent strive ? 

Exert the honour of your race ; 

He builds his rise on your disgrace. 

Tis industry our state maintains ; 

'Twas honest toil and honest gains 

That raised our sires to power and fame 

Be virtuous ; save yourselves from shame. 

Know that in selfish ends pursuing, 

You scramble for the public ruin." 

He spoke ; and, from his cell dismiss'd, 
Was insolently scoff d and hiss'd : 
With him a friend or two resign'd, 
Disdaining the degenerate kind. 

" These Drones," says he, " these insects vile, 
(I treat 'em in their proper style,) 
May, for a time, oppress the state : 
They own our virtue by their hate. 
By that, our merits they reveal, 
And recommend our public zeal ; 
Disgraced by this corrupted crew, 
We're honour'd by the virtuous few." l 

i A galaxy of glorious intellect, not only surrounded Swift with the 
radiance of talent, but warmed him with the glow of friendship. Pope, 
Gay, Arbuthnot, Sheridan, appear to have loved him in spite of his morose- 
ness, and almost for his very weaknesses, whilst a whole country honoured 
" The Drapier " for his inflexible courage, and exposure of court injustice. 
Swift's letters are redolent of the very essence of friendship. OWEN. 

This Fable is dedicated to Swift, who was Dean of St. Patrick's. Swift 
was greatly attached to Gay, and strongly recommended him to Oxford 
and Bolingbroke, during their administration. Gay never forgot his 
obligations to those who had served him, and has, in many parts of his 
works, as well as in this Fable, paid a tribute of gratitude to Swift. 




FABLE XL 

THE PACK-HOESE AND THE CARKIEK. 

(TO A YOUNQ NOBLEMAN.) 

BEGIN, my Lord, in early youth, 
To suffer, nay, encourage truth ; 
And blame me not for disrespect, 
If I the flatterer's style reject ; 
With that, by menial tongues supplied, 
You're daily cocker'd up in pride. 

The tree's distinguish'd by the fruit ; 
Be virtue, then, your first pursuit. 

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258 GAY'S FABLES. 

Set your great ancestors in view, 
Like them deserve the title too ; 
Like them, ignoble actions scorn ; 
Let virtue prove you greatly born. 

Though with less plate their sideboard shone, 
Their conscience always was their own ; 
They ne'er at levees meanly fawn'd, 
Nor was their honour yearly pawn'd : 
Their hands, by no corruption stain'd, 
The ministerial bribe, disdain'd. 
They served the crown with loyal zeal, 
Yet, jealous of the public weal, 
They stood, the bulwark of our laws, 
And wore at heart, their country's cause. 
By neither place nor pension bought, 
They spoke and voted as they thought ; 
Thus did your sires adorn their seat, 
And such alone are truly great. 

If you the paths of learning slight, 
You're but a dunce in stronger light. 
In foremost rank, the coward placed, 

Is more conspicuously disgraced. 

If you, to serve a paltry end, 

To knavish jobs can condescend, 

We pay you the contempt that's due ; 

In that, you have precedence too. 

Whence had you this illustrious name ? 

From virtue and unblemish'd fame. 

By birth the name alone descends ; 

Your honour on yourself depends : 

Think not your coronet can hide 

Assuming ignorance and pride. 



THE PACK-HORSE AND THE CARRIER. 259 

Learning by study must be won, 
'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son ; 
Superior worth your rank requires, 
For that, mankind reveres your sires : 
If you degenerate from your race, 
Their merits heighten your disgrace. 

A Carrier, every night and morn, 
Would see his horses eat their corn : 
This sunk the hostler's vails, 'tis true, 
But then his horses had their due. 
Were we so cautious in all cases, 
Small gain would rise from greater places. 

The manger now had all its measure ; 
He heard the grinding teeth with pleasure, 
When all at once confusion rung 
They snorted, jostled, bit, and flung. 
A pack-horse turn'd his head aside, 
Foaming, his eyeballs swell'd with pride. 

" Good gods ! " says he, " how hard's my lot ! 
Is then my high descent forgot ? 
Eeduced to drudgery and disgrace, 
(A life unworthy of my race) 
Must I, too, bear the vile attacks 
Of ragged scrubs and vulgar hacks ? 
See scurvy Eoan, that brute ill-bred, 
Dares from the manger, thrust my head ! 
Shall I, who boast a noble line, 
On offals of these creatures, dine ! 
Kick'd by old Ball ! so mean a foe ! 
My honour suffers by the blow. 
Newmarket speaks my grandsire's fame, 
All jockeys still revere his name ; 

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260 GAY'S FABLES. 

There, yearly, are his triumphs told, 
There all his massy plates enroll'd. 
Whene'er led forth upon the plain, 
You saw him with a livery train : 
Eeturning, too, with laurels crown'd, 
You heard the drums and trumpets sound. 
Let it then, Sir, be understood, 
Respect's my due, for I have blood." 

" Vain-glorious fool ! " the Carrier cried. 
" Eespect was never paid to pride. 
Know 'twas thy giddy wilful heart 
Eeduced thee to this slavish part. 
Did not thy headstrong youth disdain 
To learn the conduct of the rein ? 
Thus coxcombs, blind to real merit, 
In vicious frolics, fancy spirit. 
What is't to me by whom begot, 
Thou restive, pert, conceited sot ? 
Your sires I reverence 'tis their due, 
But, worthless fool, what's that to you ? 
Ask all the Carriers on the road, 
They'll say thy keeping's ill bestow'd. 
Then vaunt no more thy noble race, 
That neither mends thy strength nor pace. 
What profits me, thy boast of blood ? 
An ass hath more intrinsic good. 
By outward show let's not be cheated ; 
An ass, should, like an ass, be treated." l 

1 This Fable strongly inculcates the truth, that learning and virtue are 
not, like honours, hereditary : and that high birth and elevated stations, 
when misapplied and degenerated, only serve to render bad conduct more 
conspicuous, and vice more hideous. As GAT justly observes : 
" In foremost ranks, the coward placed, 
Is more conspicuously disgraced.' 




FABLE XII. 

PAN AND FORTUNE. 

(TO A YOUNG HEIB.) 

SOON as your father's death was known 
(As if th' estate had been their own), 
The gamesters outwardly exprest 
The decent joy within your breast : 
So lavish in your praise they grew, 
As spoke their certain hopes in you. 

One counts your income of the year, 
How much in ready money clear. 

261 



262 GAY'S FABLES. 

" No house," says he, " is more complete, 
The garden's elegant and great. 
How fine the park around it lies ! 
The timber's of a noble size ! 
Then count his jewels and his plate ! 
Besides, 'tis no entail'd estate. 
If cash run low, his lands in fee 
Are, or for sale or mortgage, free." 

Thus they, before you threw the main, 
Seem to anticipate their gain. 

Would you, when thieves are known abroad, 
Bring forth your treasures in the road ? 
Would not the fool abet the stealth, 
Who rashly thus exposed his wealth ? 
Yet this you do whene'er you play 
Among the gentlemen of prey ? 

Could fools to keep their own, contrive, 
On what, on whom, could gamesters thrive ? 
Is it in charity, you game, 
To save your worthy gang from shame ? 
Unless you f urnish'd daily bread, 
Which way could idleness be fed ? 
Could these professors of deceit, 
Within the law, no longer cheat, 
They must run bolder risks for prey, 
And strip the traveller on the way. 
Thus in your annual rents they share, 
And 'scape the noose from year to year. 

Consider, e'er you make the bet, 
That sum might cross your tailor's debt ; 
When you the pilfering rattle shake, 
Is not your honour, too, at stake ? 



PAN AND FORTUNE. 263 

Must you not, by mean lies, evade 

To-morrow's duns from every trade ? 

By promises so often paid, 

Is yet your tailor's bill defray 'd ? 

Must you not pitifully fawn 

To have your butcher's writ withdrawn ? 

This must be done. In -debts of play, 

Your honour suffers no delay ; 

And not this year's and next year's rent 

The sons of Eapine can content. 

Look round ; the wrecks of play behold ; 
Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold ! 
Their owners now to jails confined, 
Show equal poverty of mind. 
Some, who the spoil of knaves were made, 
Too late attempt to learn their trade. 
Some, for the folly of one hour, 
Become the dirty tools of power, 
And, with the mercenary list, 
Upon court charity subsist. 

You'll find at last this maxim true 
Fools are the game which knaves pursue. 

The forest (a whole century's shade), 
Must be one wasteful ruin made : 
No mercy's shown to age or kind 
The general massacre is sign'd. 
The park, too, shares the dreadful fate ; 
Tor duns grow louder at the gate. 
Stern clowns, obedient to the squire 
(What will not barbarous hands for hire ?), 
With brawny arms repeat the stroke ', 
Fall'n are the elm and reverend oak. 



264 GAY'S FABLES. 

Through the long wood, loud axes sound, 
And Echo groans with every wound. 

To see the desolation spread, 
Pan drops a tear, and hangs his head : 
His bosom now with fury burns, 
Beneath his hoof, the dice he spurns. 
Cards, too, in peevish passion torn, 
The sport of whirling winds are borne. 

" To snails, inveterate hate I bear, 
Who spoil the verdure of the year : 
The caterpillar I detest, 
The blooming Spring's voracious pest ; 
The locust, too, whose ravenous band 
Spreads sudden famine o'er the land ; 
But what are these ? The dice's throw 
At once hath laid a forest low. 1 
The cards are dealt, the bet is made, 
And the wide park hath lost its shade. 
Thus is my kingdom's pride defaced, 
And all its ancient glories waste. 
All this," he cries, " is Fortune's doing ; 
'Tis thus she meditates my ruin. 
By Fortune, that false, fickle jade ! 
More havoc in one hour is made, 
Than all the hungry insect-race, 
Combined, can in an age deface." 

Fortune, by chance, who near him past, 
Overheard the vile aspersion cast : 

"Why, Pan," says she, " what's all this rant ? 
'Tis every country-bubble's cant. 

i Smith, the author of " Gaieties and Gravities," defines dice " Playthings 
which the devil sets in motion, when he wants a new supply of knaves, 
beggars, and suicides." OWEN. 



PAN AND FORTUNE. 265 

Am I the patroness of vice ? 
Is't I who cog or palm the dice ? l 
Did I the shuffling art reveal, 
To mark the cards, or range the deal ? 
In all th' employments men pursue, 
I mind the least, what gamesters do. 
There may (if computation's just) 
One, now and then, my conduct trust. 
I blame the fool, for what can I, 
When ninety-nine, my power defy ? 
These trust alone, their fingers' ends, 
And not one stake, on me, depends. 
Whene'er the gaming-board is set, 
Two classes of mankind are met ; 
But if we count the greedy race, 
The knaves, fill up the greater space. 
'Tis a gross error, held in schools, 
That Fortune always favours fools. 
In play, it never bears dispute : 
That doctrine, these fell'd oaks confute. 
Then why to me, such rancour show ? 
'Tis Folly, Pan, that is thy foe, 
By me, his late estate he won, 
But he by Folly, was undone." 

l To cog the dice means to load them with a small bit of lead, by which 
means one particular number is often thrown. 

To palm the dice means to convey them under the palm of the hand 
and substitute others in their stead. As Prior says : 

" Theypalm'd the trick that lost the game." 
Gay also, in his " Newgate's Garland," 

" The gallants of Newgate, whose fingers are nice. 
In diving in pockets, and cogging of dice." 




FABLE XIII. 

PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. 

OF all the burdens man must bear, 
Time, seems most galling and severe : 
Beneath this grievous load oppress'd, 
We daily meet some friend distress'd. 

" What can one do ? I rose at nine : 
Tis full six hours before we dine : 
Six hours ! no earthly thing to do ! 
Would I had dozed in bed till two." 

A pamphlet is before him spread, 
And almost half a page is read ; 
Tired with the study of the day, 
The fluttering sheets are toss'd away ; 



PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. 267 

He opes his snuff-box, hums an air, 
Then yawns, and stretches in his chair. 

" Not twenty, by the minute hand ! 
Good gods ! " says he, " my watch must stand ! 
How muddling 'tis on books to pore ! 
I thought I'd read an hour or more. 
The morning, of all hours, I hate : 
One can't contrive to rise too late." 

To make the minutes faster run, 
Then, too, his tiresome self to shun, 
To the next coffee-house he speeds, 
Takes up the news some scraps he reads. 
Sauntering from chair to chair, he trails ; 
Now drinks his tea, now bites his nails. 
He spies a partner of his woe, 
By chat, afflictions lighter grow ; 
Each other's grievances they share, 
And thus their dreadful hours compare. 

Says Tom, " Since all men must confess 
That time lies heavy, more or less, 
Why should it be so hard to get, 
Till two, a party at piquet ? 
Play might relieve the lagging morn : 
By cards, long wintry nights are borne. 
Does not quadrille amuse the fair, 1 
Night after night, throughout the year ? 

1 When Gay -wrote his Fable, Quadrille was the most fashionable game, 
in vogue.* He has written a Ballad on Quadrille, which thus begins . 
" When as corruption hence did go, 

And left the nation free ; 
When ay said ay, and no said no, 

Without or place or fee ; 
Then Satan, thinking things went ill, 
Sent forth his spirit;, call'd Quadrille. 

Quadrille, Quadrille, Quadrille!" 

* It should be noted that the Quadrille referred to was a game of cards 
and not the popular dance of the same name. 



268 GAY'S FABLES. 

Vapours and spleen forgot, at play 
They cheat uncounted hours away." 

" My case," says Will, " then must be hard, 
By want of skill from play debarr'd. 
Courtiers kill time by various ways ; 
Dependance wears out half their days. 
How happy these, whose time ne'er stands ! 
Attendance takes it off their hands. 
Were it not for this cursed shower, 
The Park had whiled away an hour. 
At court, without or place or view, 
I daily lose an hour or two, 
It fully answers my design, 
When I have pick'd up friends to dine ; 
The tavern makes our burden light 
Wine puts our time and care to flight. 
At six (hard case !) they call to pay. 
Where can one go ? I hate the play. 
From six till ten ! unless in sleep, 
One cannot spend the hours so cheap. 
The comedy's no sooner done 
But some assembly is begun ; 
Loitering from room to room I stray, 
Converse, but nothing hear or say : 
Quite tired, from fair to fair I roam 
So soon ! I dread the thoughts of home. 
From thence, to quicken slow-paced Night, 
Again my tavern-friends invite : 
Here, too, our early mornings pass, 
Till drowsy sleep retards the glass." 

Thus they their wretched life bemoan, 
And make each other's case, their own. 



PLTJTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. 269 

Consider, friends, no hour rolls on 
But something of your grief is gone. 
Were you to schemes of business bred, 
Did you the paths of learning tread, 
Your hours, your days would fly too fast ; 
You'd then regret the minute past. 
Time's fugitive and light as wind ! 
'Tis indolence that clogs your mind. 
That load from off your spirits shake, 
You'll own and grieve for youT mistake. 
Awhile, your thoughtless spleen suspend, 
Then read, and (if you can) attend. 

As Plutus, to divert his care, 
Walk'd forth one morn to take the air, 
Cupid o'ertook his strutting pace. 
Each stared upon the stranger's face, 
Till recollection set them right, 
For each knew t'other but by sight. 
After some complimental talk, 
Time met them, bow'd, and join'd their walk : 
Their chat on various subjects ran, 
But most, what each had done for man. 
Plutus assumes a haughty air, 
Just like our purse-proud fellows here : 

" Let kings," says he, " let cobblers tell, 
Whose gifts among mankind excel, 
Consider courts ; what draws their train ? 
Think you 'tis loyalty or gain ? 
That statesman hath the strongest hold, 
Whose tool of politics is gold. 
By that, in former reigns, 'tis said, 
The knave in power hath senates led : 



270 GAY'S FABLES. 

By that alone, he sway'd debates, 
Enrich'd himself, and beggar'd states. 
Forego your boast. You must conclude 
That's most esteem'd, that's most pursued. 
Think, too, in what a woful plight 
That wretch must live whose pocket's light. 
Are not his hourj3 by want deprest ? 
Penurious care corrodes his breast : 
Without respect, or love, or friends, 
His solitary day descends." 

" You might," says Cupid, " doubt my parts. 
My knowledge, too, in human hearts, 
Should I the power of gold dispute, 
Which great examples might confute. 
I know, when nothing else prevails 
Persuasive money seldom fails ; 
That beauty, too, (like other wares,) 
Its price, as well as conscience, bears. 
Then marriage (as of late profess'd) 
Is but a money-job at best. 
Consent, compliance, may be sold ; 
But love's beyond the price of gold. 
Smugglers there are who, by retail, 
Expose what they call love to sale ; 
Such bargains are an arrant cheat : 
You purchase flattery and deceit. 
Those who true love have ever tried, 
(The common cares of life supplied,) 
No wants endure, no wishes make, 
But every real joy partake. 
All comfort, on themselves, depends ; 
They want nor power, nor wealth, nor friends. 



PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. 271 

Love, then, hath every bliss in store ; 
'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. 
Each other every wish they give : 
Not to know love, is not to live." 

" Or love, or money," Time replied, 
" Were men the question to decide, 
Would hear the prize : on both intent, 
My 'boon's neglected or mis-spent. 
'Tis I who measure vital space, 
And deal out years to human race. 
Though little prized, and seldom sought, 
Without me, love and gold are nought. 
How does the miser time employ ? 
Did I e'er see him life enjoy ? 
By me, forsook, the hoards he won 
Are scatter'd by his lavish son. 
By me, all useful arts are gain'd ; 
Wealth, learning, wisdom, is attain'd. 
Who, then, would think (since such my power), 
That e'er I knew an idle hour ? 
So subtle and so swift I fly, 
Love's not more fugitive than I. 
Who hath not heard coquettes complain 
Of days, months, years, mis-spent in vain ? 
For time misused, they pine and waste, 
And love's sweet pleasures never taste. 
Those who direct their time aright, 
If love or wealth their hopes excite, 
In each pursuit, fit hours employ'd, 
And both by Time have been enjoy'd. 
How heedless, then, are mortals grown ; 
How little is their interest known ! 



272 GAY'S FABLES. 

In every view they ought to mind me, 
For when once lost, they never find me." 
He spoke. The gods no more contest, 
And his superior gift confest, 
That Time (when truly understood) 
Is the most precious earthly good. 





FABLE XIV. 



THE OWL, THE SWAN, THE COCK, THE SPIDER, THE ASS, 
AND THE FARMER, 

(TO A MOTHER.) 

CONVERSING with your sprightly boys, 
Your eyes have spoke the Mother's joys. 
With what delight I've heard you quote 
Their sayings in imperfect note ! 

I grant, in body and in mind 
Nature appears profusely kind. 

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274 GAY'S FABLES. 

Trust not to that. Act you your part ; 
Imprint just morals on their heart ; l 
Impartially their talents scan : 
Just education forms the man. 

Perhaps (their genius yet unknown) 
Each lot of life's already thrown ; 
That this shall plead, the next shall fight, 
The last assert the church's right. 
I censure not the fond intent ; 
But how precarious is th' event ! 
By talents misapplied and crost, 
Consider, all your sons are lost. 

One day (the tale's by Martial penn'd) 
A Father thus address'd his friend : 
" To train my boy, and call forth sense, 
You know I've stuck at no expense. 
I've tried him in the several arts 
(The lad, no doubt, hath latent parts) ; 
Yet trying all, he nothing knows, 
But, crab-like, rather backward goes, 
Teach me what yet remains undone 
'Tis your advice shall fix my son." 

" Sir," says the friend, " I've weigh'd the matter 
Excuse me, for I scorn to natter : 
Make him (nor think his genius check'd) 
A herald, or an architect." 

Perhaps (as commonly 'tis known) 
He heard th' advice, and took his own. 



i The frequent references to classical authors and subjects as made in 
this and other Fables of Gay shows the familiarity of our author with 
ancient writers. We do not consider it necessary to comment in this 
place upon these varied topics, as most readers of these Fables will have a 
fair knowledge of the classics. 



THE OWL, THE SWAN, THE COCK, ETC. 275 

The boy wants wit ; he's sent to school, 
Where learning but improves the fool : 
The college next must give him parts, 
And cram him with the liberal arts. 
Whether he blunders at the bar, 
Or owes his infamy to war, 
Or if by licence or degree 
The sexton share the doctor's fee ; 
Or from the pulpit by the hour 
He weekly floods of nonsense pour, 
We find (th' intent of Nature foil'd) 
A tailor or a butcher spoil'd. 

Thus ministers have royal boons 
Conferr'd on blockheads and buffoons ; 
In spite of nature, merit, wit, 
Their friends for every post were fit. 

But now let every Muse confess 
That merit finds its due success. 
Th' examples of our days regard ; 
Where's virtue seen without reward ? 
Distinguish'd, and in place, you find 
Desert and worth of every kind. 
Survey the reverend bench, and see 
Eeligion, learning, piety : 
The patron, ere he recommends, 
See his own image in his friend's. 
Is honesty disgraced and poor ? 1 
What is't to us what was before ? 



i The moral of this Fable is founded upon the supposition that children 
are born with a genius for some particular pursuit, as the swan is calcu- 
lated for the water, the game-cock for fighting, the spider for spinning, 
and that some, like the ass, are incapable of improvement, but are stamped 
blockheads from their cradle. It is not necessary to pursue the subject 
further. 

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276 GAY'S FABLES. 

We all of times corrupt have heard. 
When paltry minions were preferr'd ; 
When all great offices, by dozens, 
Were fill'd by brothers, sons, and cousins. 
What matter ignorance and pride ? 
The man was happily allied. 
Provided that his clerk was good, 
What though he nothing understood ? 
In church and state, the sorry race 
Grew more conspicuous fools, in place. 
Such heads, as then, a treaty made, 
Had bungled in the cobbler's trade. 

Consider, patrons, that such elves 
Expose your folly with themselves. 
'Tis yours, as 'tis the parent's care, 
To fix each genius in its sphere. 
Your partial hand can wealth dispense, 
But never give a blockhead sense. 

An Owl of magisterial air, 
Of solemn voice, of brow austere, 
Assumed the pride of human race, 
And bore his wisdom in his face ; 
Not to depreciate learned eyes, 
I've seen a pedant look as wise. 

Within a barn, from noise retired, 
He scorn'd the world, himself admired ; 
And, like an ancient sage, conceal'd 
The follies public life reveal'd. 

Philosophers of old, he read, 
Their country's youth to science bred ; 
Their manners form'd for every station, 
And destined each his occupation. 



THE OWL, THE SWAN, THE COCK, ETC. 277 

When Xenophon, by numbers braved, 
Retreated, and a people saved, 
That laurel was not all his own ; 
The plant by Socrates was sown. 
To Aristotle's greater name 
The Macedonian owed his fame. 

The Athenian bird, with pride replete, 
Their talents equall'd in conceit ; 
And, copying the Socratic rule, 
Set up for master of a school. 
Dogmatic jargon learnt by heart, 
Trite sentences, hard terms of art, 
To vulgar ears seem'd so profound, 
They fancied learning in the sound. 

The school had fame ; the crowded place 
With pupils swarm'd of every race. 
With these the Swan's maternal care 
Had sent her scarce-fledged cygnet heir ; 
The Hen (though fond and loth to part) 
Here lodged the darling of her heart ; 
The Spider, of mechanic kind, 
Aspired to science more refined ; 
The Ass learnt metaphors and tropes, 
But most on music fix'd his hopes. 

The pupils now, advanced in age, 
Were call'd to tread life's busy stage ; 
And to the Master 'twas submitted, 
That each might to his part be fitted. 

" The Swan," says he, " in arms shall shine ; 
The soldier's glorious toil be thine. 
The Cock shall mighty wealth attain 
Go, seek it on the stormy main. 



278 GAY'S FABLES. 

The court shall be the Spider's sphere : 
Power, fortune, shall reward him there. 
In music's art the Ass's fame 
Shall emulate Corelli's name." 1 

Each took the part that he advised, 
And all were equally despised. 
A Farmer, at his folly moved, 
The dull preceptor thus reproved : 

" Blockhead," says he, " by what you've done, 
One would have thought 'em each your son ; 
For parents, to their offspring blind, 
Consult nor parts nor turn of mind, 
But e'en in infancy decree 
What this, what t'other son shall be. 
Had you with judgment weigh'd the case, 
Their genius thus had fix'd their place ; 
The Swan had learnt the sailor's art ; 
The Cock had play'd the soldier's part ; 
The Spider in the weaver's trade 
With credit had a fortune made ; 
But for the fool, in every class 
The blockhead had appear'd an Ass/' 

1 Corelli was a famous musician, who died at Rome in 1713. He seems 
to have been a favourite with Gay, for he speaks of him in his Epistle to 
William Pulteney, Esq., musician: 

" Mentions the force of learn'd Corelli's notes." 




FABLE XV. 

THE COOK-MAID, THE TURNSPIT, AND THE OX. 

(TO A POOR MAN.) 

CONSIDER man in every sphere, 

Then tell me, is your lot severe ? 

'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust, 

That makes you wretched. God is just ! 

I grant that hunger must be fed, 
That toil, too, earns thy daily bread. 
What then ? Thy wants are seen and known, 
But every mortal feels his own. 
279 



280 GAY'S FABLES. 

We're born a restless, needy crew : 
Show me the happier man than you. 

Adam, though blest above his kind, 
For want of social woman, pined. 
Eve's wants the subtle serpent saw 
Her fickle taste transgress'd the law : 
Thus fell our sires, and their disgrace 
The curse entailed on human race. 

When Philip's son, by glory led, 
Had, o'er the globe, his empire spread ; 
When altars to his name were dress'd, 
That he was man, his tears confess'd. 

The hopes of avarice are check'd : 
The proud man always wants respect. 
What various wants on power attend ! 
Ambition never gains its end. 
Who hath not heard the rich complain 
Of surfeits and corporeal pain ? 
He, barr'd from every use of wealth, 
Envies the ploughman's strength and health. 
Another, in a beauteous wife 
Finds all the miseries of life : 
Domestic jars and jealous fear 
Imbitter all his days with care. 
This wants an heir the line is lost : 
Why was that vain entail engross'd ? 
Canst thou discern another's mind ? 
What is't you envy ? Envy's blind, 
Tell Envy, when she would annoy, 
That thousands want what you enjoy. 

" The dinner must be dish'd at one. 
Where's this vexatious Turnspit gone ? 



THE COOK-MAID, THE TURNSPIT, AND THE OX. 281 

Unless the skulking Cur is caught, 

The sirloin's spoil'd, and I'm in fault." 

Thus said, (for sure you'll think it fit 

That I the Cook-maid's oaths omit,) 

With all the fury of a cook, 

Her cooler kitchen, Nan forsook. 

The broomstick o'er her head she waves ; 

She sweats, she stamps, she puffs, she raves, 

The sneaking Cur before her flies, 

She whistles, calls, fair speech she tries : 

These nought avail. Her choler burns ; 

The fist and cudgel threat by turns : 

"With hasty stride she presses near ; 

He slinks aloof, and howls with fear. 

" Was ever Cur so cursed ! " he cried ; 
" What star did at my birth preside ! 
Am I for life by compact bound 
To tread the wheel's eternal round ? 
Inglorious task ! of all our race 
No slave is half so mean and base. 
Had Fate a kinder lot assign'd, 
And form'd me of the lap-dog kind, 
I then, in higher life employ'd, 
Had indolence and ease enjoy'd ; 
And, like a gentleman, caress'd, 
Had been the lady's favourite guest. 
Or were I sprung from spaniel line, 
Was his sagacious nostril mine, 
By me, their never-erring guide, 
From wood and plain their feasts supplied, 
Knights, squires, attendant on my pace, 
Had shared the pleasures of the chase. 



282 GAY'S FABLES. 

Endued with native strength and fire, 
Why call'd I not the lion, sire ? 
A lion ! such mean views I scorn 
Why was I not of woman born ? 
Who dares with reason's power contend ? 
On man, we brutal slaves, depend : 
To him, all creatures, tribute pay, 
And luxury employs his day." 

An Ox by chance o'erheard his moan, 
And thus rebuked the lazy drone : 

" Dare you at partial Fate repine ? 
How kind's your lot compared with mine ! 
Decreed to toil, the barbarous knife 
Hath sever'd me from social life ; 
Urged by the stimulating goad, 
I drag the cumbrous waggon's load. 
'Tis mine to tame the stubborn plain 
Break the stiff soil, and house the grain ; 
Yet I without a murmur bear 
The various labours of the year. 
But then, consider, that one day 
(Perhaps the hour's not far away) 
You, by the duties of your post, 
Shall turn the spit when I'm the roast ; 
And for reward shall share the feast 
I mean shall pick my bones at least." 

" Till now," th' astonish'd Cur replies, 
" I look'd on all with envious eyes. 
How false we judge by what appears ! 
All creatures feel their several cares. 
If thus yon mighty beast complains, 
Perhaps man knows superior pains. 



THE COOK-MAID, THE TURNSPIT, AND THE OX. 283 

Let envy, then, no more torment : 
Think on the Ox, and learn content." 

Thus said, close following at her heel, 
With cheerful heart he mounts the wheel. 1 



i The moral of this Fable is contained in the third and fourth lines of 
the opening verse : 

" 'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust, 

That makes you wretched : God is just " 
an observation often admitted, seldom retained. 
Gay, in another Fable, exhorts us : 

" Appease your discontented mind, 
And a 





FABLE XVI. 

THE HAVENS, THE SEXTON, AND THE EARTH- WORM. 

(TO LAURA.) 

LAURA, methinks you're over nice, 
True, flattery is a shocking vice ; 
Yet sure, whene'er the praise is just, 
One may commend without disgust. 
Am I a privilege denied, 
Indulged by every tongue beside ? 
How singular are all your ways ! 
A woman, and averse to praise ! 

284 



THE RAVENS, THE SEXTON, ETC. 285 

If 'tis offence such truths to tell, 
Why do your merits ftius excel ? 

Since then, I dare not speak my mind, 
A truth conspicuous to mankind ; 
Though in full lustre every grace 
Distinguish your celestial face ; 
Though beauties of inferior ray 
(Like stars before the orb of day) 
Turn pale and fade ; I check my lays, 
Admiring, what I dare not praise, 

If you the tribute due, disdain, 
The Muse's mortifying strain 
Shall, like a woman in mere spite, 
Set beauty in a moral light. 

Though such revenge might shock the ear 
Of many a celebrated fair, 
I mean that superficial race 
Whose thoughts ne'er reach beyond their face, 
What's that to you ? I but displease 
Such ever-girlish ears as these. 
Virtue can brook the thoughts of age, 
That lasts the same through every stage. 
Though you by time must suffer more 
Than ever woman lost before, 
To age is such indifference shown, 
As if your face were not your own. 
Were you by Antoninus taught ? 
Or is it native strength of thought 
That thus, without concern or fright, 
You view yourself by Eeason's light ? 

Those eyes, of so divine a ray, 
What are they ? mouldering, mortal clay. 



286 GAY'S FABLES. 

Those features, cast in heavenly mould, 
Shall, like my coarser earth, grow old ; 
Like common grass, the fairest flower 
Must feel the hoary season's power. 

How weak, how vain is human pride ! 
Dares man upon himself confide ! 
The wretch who glories in his gain, 
Amasses heaps on heaps in vain. 
Why lose we life in anxious cares, 
To lay in hoards for future years ? 
Can those (when tortured by disease) 
Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease ? 
Can those prolong one gasp of breath, 
Or calm the troubled hour of death ? 

What's beauty ? Call ye that your own ? 
A flower that fades as soon as blown. 
What's man, in all his boast of sway ? 
Perhaps the tyrant of a day. 

Alike the laws of life take place 
Through every branch of human race : 
The monarch of long regal line 
Was raised from dust as frail as mine. 
Can he pour health into his veins, 
Or cool the fever's restless pains ? 
Can he (worn down in Nature's course) 
New-brace his feeble nerves with force ? 
Can he (how vain is mortal power !) 
Stretch life beyond the destined hour ? 

Consider, man ; weigh well thy frame ; 
The king, the beggar is the same. 
Dust form'd us all. Each breathes his day, 
Then sinks into his native clay. 



THE RAVENS, THE SEXTON, ETC. 287 

Beneath a venerable yew, 
That in the lonely churchyard grew, 
Two Eavens sate. In solemn croak 
Thus one, his hungry friend, bespoke. 

" Methinks I scent some rich repast ; 
The savour strengthens with the blast ; 
Snuff then, the promised feast inhale 
I taste the carcase in the gale. 
Near yonder trees, the farmer's steed, 
From toil and every drudgery freed, 
Hath groan'd his last a dainty treat ! 
To birds of taste, delicious meat." 

"A Sexton busy at his trade, 
To hear their chat, suspends his spade. 
Death struck him with no farther thought, 
Than merely as the fees he brought. 
" Was ever two such blundering fowls ? 
In brains and manners less than owls ! 
Blockheads," says he, " learn more respect : 
Know ye on whom ye thus reflect ? 
In this same grave (who does me right, 
Must own the work is strong and tight) 
The Squire that yon fair hall possess'd, 
To-night shall lay his bones at rest. 
Whence could the gross mistake proceed ? 
The Squire was somewhat fat indeed ; 
What then ? The meanest bird of prey 
Such want of sense could ne'er betray : 
For sure some difference must be found 
(Suppose the smelling organ, sound) 
In carcases, (say what we can) 
Or where's the dignity of man ? " 



288 GAY'S FABLES. 

With due respect to human race, 
The Ravens undertook the case. 
In such similitude of scent, 
Man ne'er could think reflections meant, 
As epicures extol a treat, 
And seem their savoury words to eat, 
They praised dead horse, luxurious food, 
The venison of the prescient brood ! 

The Sexton's indignation moved, 
The mean comparison reproved ; 
Their undiscerning palate blamed, 
Which two-legg'd carrion thus defamed. 

Eeproachful speech from either side 
The want of argument supplied : 
They rail, revile as often ends 
The contest of disputing friends. 

" Hold," says the fowl, " since human pride 
With confutation ne'er complied, 
Let's state the case, and then refer 
The knotty point ; for taste may err." 
As thus he spoke, from out the mould 
An Earth-worm, huge of size, unroll'd 
His monstrous length. They straight agree 
To choose him as their referee : 
So to th' experience of his jaws, 
Each states the merits of the cause. 

He paused, and with a solemn tone, 
Thus made his sage opinion known : 

" On carcases, of every kind 
This maw hath elegantly dined ; 
Provoked by luxury or need, 
On beast, on fowl, on man, I feed ; 



THE RAVENS, THE SEXTON, ETC. 289 

Such small distinction's in the savour, 

By turns I choose the fancied flavour : 

Yet I must own (that human beast) 

A glutton, is the rankest feast. 

Man, cease this boast ; for human pride 

Hath various tracts to range beside. 

The prince who kept the world in awe, 

The judge whose dictate fix'd the law, 

The rich, the poor, the great, the small, 

Are levell'd death confounds 'em all. 

Then think not that we reptiles share 

Such cates, such elegance of fare ; 

The only true and real good 

Of man, was never vermin's food : 

'Tis seated in th' immortal mind ; 

Virtue distinguishes mankind, 

And that (as yet ne'er harbour'd here) 

Mounts with the soul, we know not where. 

So, good-man Sexton, since the case 

Appears with such a dubious face, 

To neither I the cause determine, 

For different tastes please different vermin." 1 

i In this Fable (the last in the earlier editions) we are impressed with the 
fact that there is no distinction beyond the grave, but that which 
" Is seated in the immortal mind ; 
Virtue distinguishes mankind," 
and persuades us to labour to attain that great distinction. 



19 




SUPPLEMENTAL FABLE. 



AY AND NO. 



IN Fable all things hold discourse ; 

Then words, no doubt, must talk of course. 

Once on a time, near Cannon Row, 
Two hostile adverbs, Ay and No, 1 

1 "Ay and No." This Fable was not included in the earlier editions, but 
is to be found in nearly all those issued during the present century. It 
was probably first published in " Swift's Miscellanies," where it appears 
with sundry other pieces by Gay, which have likewise been included in 
recent editions of the poet's works. "Ay and No" is to be found in the 
following editions of the Fables which we have examined : 1793, 180G, 
1808 (two editions), 1812, 1816 (two editions), 1820, 1824, 1826, 1828, 1834, 1854, 
1857, 1866, 1870. 

290 



AYE AND NO. 291 

Were hastening to the field of fight, 
And front to front stood opposite. 
Before each general join'd the van, 
Ay, the more courteous knight, began : 

" Stop, peevish, Particle ! beware ! 
I'm told you are not such a bear, 
But sometimes yield when offer'd fair. 
Suffer yon folks awhile to tattle 
'Tis we who must decide the battle. 
Whene'er we war on yonder stage, 
With various fate and equal rage, 
The nation trembles at each blow 
That No gives Ay, and Ay gives No ; 
Yet, in expensive long contention, 
We gain nor office, grant, nor pension. 
Why, then, should kinsfolk quarrel thus ? 
(For two of you make one of us.) 
To some wise statesman let us go, 
Where each his proper use may know : 
He may admit two such commanders, 
And make those wait who served in 

Flanders. 

Let's quarter on a great man's tongue, 
A treasury-lord, not Master Young. 
Obsequious at his high command. 
Ay shall march forth to tax the land ; 
Impeachments, No can best resist, 
And Ay support the Civil List : 
Ay, quick as Caesar, wins the day, 
And No, like Fabius, by delay. 
Sometimes in mutual sly disguise, 
Let Ay's seem No's, and No's seem Ay's ; 

19 2 



292 GAY'S FABLES. 

Ay's be, in courts, denials meant, 
And No's, in bishops give consent." 

Thus Ay proposed and, for reply, 
No, for the first time, answer'd " Ay ! " 
They parted with a thousand kisses, 
And fight e'er since for pay, like Swisses. 




APPENDIX. 



PREFATORY NOTE TO THE BIBLIOGRAPHY. 



THE attempt to compile a fairly accurate and compre- 
hensive list of the editions of Gay's Fables has been 
attended with considerable difficulty, owing to the peculiar 
nature of his works, coupled with the fact that, as far as 
we are aware, no complete collection of the writings of 
this talented author exists. 

The British Museum possesses a considerable number 
of editions of the Fables, and the list of Gay's works 
included in the printed Catalogue of the National Library 
covers a wide field, containing over two hundred entries ; 
the " Bibliotheca Devoniensis," published in 1852 (which 
ought to be a reliable- guide), has less than a dozen entries, 
and is therefore of no practical value. In the present 
list, in addition to those mentioned in the Catalogue of 
the British Museum, many editions are included which 
are not found in the National Collection, the compiler 
having, for many years, sought out copies of every obtain- 
able edition of the works of this notable Devonshire poet, 
and while this list is not submitted as an exhaustive one, 
seeing that information of new editions here and there 
continues to arrive, it is to be hoped this first effort to 
produce such a bibliography as follows will be of service 
to other collectors, and assist all students of this important 
branch of literature. 

As will be seen, the Fables have passed through nume- 
rous editions, and still retain their popularity. They have 
been translated into several of the European languages 
295 



296 GAY'S FABLES. 

and some of the vernaculars of India; several editions 
have also appeared in America. One curious fact with 
regard to these Fables may be mentioned to show their 
popularity : it has happened that two and even three 
editions have appeared in one year, the work being pro- 
duced simultaneously in London, Dublin, Edinburgh, 
Glasgow, and Paris. The first edition of Gay's Fables 
(First Series) appeared in 1727, and subsequent editions 
in 1728, 1729, 1733, 1736, and 1737. The Second 
Series was published after Gay's death, in 1738, and 
quickly ran through several editions. The first issue of 
the combined series appears to have been in 1750, and 
during the next hundred years it is estimated that some 
sixty or seventy editions appeared. The most note- 
worthy of these was published by Stockdale in 1793. 
It is printed in large type and contains a fine series of 
plates by Blake, Lovegrove, W. Skelton, "Wilson, Grainger, 
Audinet, Cook, and Mazell. Those by Blake are especially 
admired, and render the edition, which is a scarce one, 
of peculiar value. It is curious to note that in the same 
year another large type edition appeared (a copy of which 
is in our collection) that does not appear to be known to 
collectors. The plates are almost uniform with those in 
Stockdale's edition, but of much inferior merit, and being 
printed in oval, two on a page, are not by any means so 
effective. Very few of the plates in this edition (published 
by Darton and Harvey) are signed, the only name which 
appears being that of G. Neagle. The engravers of the 
plates in the earlier editions of the Fables (First Series) 
were G. Van der Gucht, P. Fourdrinier, and others, the 
drawings being furnished by I. Wootton and W. Kent. 
These plates stand at the head of every fable, and 
are of uniform size, occupying half a page only; but 
in the Second Series the plates are published separately. 



PREFATORY NOTE TO THE BIBLIOGRAPHY. 297 

The engraver of the latter was G. Scotin, and the 
delineator, H. Gravelot. 

These plates appear to have been used in all sub- 
sequent editions up to, and including that of 1757. 
After this date came many inferior editions, but none 
worthy of particular notice, save those illustrated by 
Thomas Bewick, first published in 1779, and repeated in 
several subsequent editions. 

Of course, many inferior and badly printed editions 
have been published, from time to time, without any cuts 
at all, and others have been used as vehicles for instruction, 
notably those edited by the Eev. W. Coxe, to which 
voluminous explanatory notes are appended, as well as 
a full and critical biography. 

Passing over the various editions issued for the press 
by the present publisher, we may note that the last which 
appeared was that of 1882, edited by Mr. Austin Dobson. 
We give in another part some fuller notes respecting 
this and other editions, our present purpose being merely 
to point out a few of the interesting features of the more 
noteworthy volumes, by way of a hint to collectors in 
their search for the best editions of our author. It will 
be noticed that we have not attempted to follow the usual 
bibliographical rules as regards size, style, pagination, 
and so forth, which would have been done had this 
volume been meant for the use of persons solely in- 
terested in bibliography, instead of for the delectation of 
the " courteous reader." 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF THE 
VARIOUS EDITIONS OF GAI'S FABLES. 



FABLES. By Mr. GAY. Printed for J. Tonson and 

J. Watts. London 1727 

The frontispiece has an engraving of a Mask. 8vo. 
Title, and Dedication to the Duke of Cumberland by 
John Gay, 2 leaves. Table, 2 leaves. Poetical Intro- 
duction, 3 leaves. Pp. 194. The Vol. contains 50 
Fables, each with an engraving at the head, on the 
same leaf as the letterpress. Engravings by Four- 
drinier, Van der Gucht, and others. 

FABLES. By Mr. GAY. The Second Edition. 1728 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. The Third Edition. 

London 1729 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. The Fourth Edition. 

Same. London 1733 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Amsterdam 1734 

FABLES, in One Volume, Complete. London 1736 

Portrait and Epitaph on Frontispiece. A mask on 
title. Engraving to each Fable. Life by Dr. Johnson 
at end of volume. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. The Fifth Edition. 

(Same.) London 1737 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. Volume the Second. 

London 1738 

Printed for J. and P. Knapton, etc. Frontispiece, 
Monument with Epitaph. Portrait on Title. Sixteen 
Fables, with full-page Illustrations by Gravelot. 
299 



300 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Second Series. Second 
Edition. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. The Sixth Edition. 

(Same.) London 1746 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. Volume the Second. 

The Third Edition. (Same.) London 1747 

FABLES, IN Two PARTS. By the Jate Mr. GAY. 

Printed in the year 1750 

No printer's name or place of publication. No en- 
graving of any kind. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Glasgow 1750 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. 1751 

FABLES, IN Two PARTS. Printed by Robert Urie, 

for J. Gilmour. Glasgow 1752 

Mask on title and vignette to each Fable. 

FABLES. Printed for Alexander McKenzie. 

Glasgow 

No date ; no printer's name ; but probably by Urie 
or Foulis. 

FABLES. By Mr. GAY. Seventh Edition. London 1753 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Two Vols. London 1753.5 

In large type, and illustrated with upwards of Sixty 
spirited engravings, by Van der Gucht, Scotin, etc. 

FABLES. By Mr. GAY. London 1754 

No printer's name. Portrait on Frontispiece, and 
tail -piece showing interior of printing office at the end 
of Volume ; but no other illustrations. 

FABLES. London 1754 

Vignette of printing press, and printers at work on 
title, and repeated on last page, but no other engraving. 



CHKONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 301 

YEAR 

FABLES (GAY'S). Printed for B. Creak. Thirty 

Fables, each illustrated. London, no date, but previous to [1755] 

Epitomiz'd with Short Poems applicable to each 
occasion, extracted from the most celebrated Moralists, 
antient and modern, for the use of Schools. [Dedica- 
tion signed D. Bellamy.] 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In two Volumes 

(two in one). 8vo. C. Hitch, and others London. 1757 

Monument on frontispiece. Vignette portrait on 
Title. Illustrations to each Fable by G. Van der 
Gucht, and others. 

FABLES IN Two PARTS. Printed for 0. Hitch and 

others. Another Edition. London 1757 

Vignette portrait on title page. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed for J. James, 

in New Bond Street London 1758 

Portrait on frontispiece. No other illustration. 

FABLES DE M. GAY. Suivies du Poe'me de 1'Eventail. 
Le tout traduit de 1'Anglois. Par Madame De Keralio. A 
Londres, et se trouvent a Paris, chez Duchesne, Libraire, 
rue Saint Jacques, au Temple du Gout. 1759 

This translation is in prose. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Dublin 1760 

FABLES, IN Two PARTS. Printed by Robert and 

Andrew Foulis. Glasgow 1761 

Wrote for the amusement of His Royal Highness 
William Duke of Cumberland. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Glasgow 1762 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed for C. Hitch and 

others. London 1762 

Frontispiece. A Mask. Vignette portrait on title. 
Full page illustrations to Fables. 



302 GAY'S FABLES. 

YEAR 

FABLES. London 1763 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by A. Donaldson 

and J. Reid. Edinburgh 1764 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Newcastle-on-Tyne 1765 

FABLES. Printed for J. James. London 1766 

Portrait on frontispiece half length in oval, " Gay " at 
top; below, "In Witt a Man, Simplicity a Child." 
J. Jameson, Sculp. No other engraving. Although 
paging is similar to edition of 1754, the type is of a new 
setting, and the type ornaments are different. 

FABLES. Le Nuovo favole di G. G. Tradotte dall' 

originale Inglese (by G. F. Giorgetti). Venezia 1767 

FABLES. Printed for W. Strahan. London 1769 

Frontispiece, engraving of mask, etc., surmounted 
by halo. Sixty-seven illustrations to the Fables. None 
of them bear the name of the designer or engraver. 
Many of them are fae-similes of those that afterwards 
appeared in Stockdale's Edition of 1793. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed and sold by M. 
Luckman. No date, but entered in B. M. Catalogue as 1770. 

Coventry [1770] 
Frontispiece. Illustrations to Fables. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poetical Works in 

Four Vols. Printed by James Potts.) Dublin 1770 

The Fables occupy the whole of VoL 4. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. Printed for Strahan 

and others. London 1772 

Frontispiece of Monument. Illustrations to Fables 
printed separately, two on a page. 

FABLES. Another Edition. 1772 

Without Plates. 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 303 

TEAB 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Altenburgh 1772 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed for W. Smith 

and W. Wilson. Dublin 1772-3 

In two volumes (the Fourth Edition), roughly 
executed cuts. The Second Volume bears date 1772, 
it was probably issued with a new title in the following 
year, as the title to the new Volumes bears the later 

date. 

r' 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poems, etc., British 

Poets, Vol. XXX.) Edinburgh 1773 



FABLES OF Mr. JOHN GAY. With an Italian Trans- 
lation by Gian Francesco Giorgetti. Printed for T. Davies. 

London 1773 
With a preface. No illustrations. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. London 1775 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poetical Works, in 
Three Vols. ) At the Apollo Press, by the Martins. 

Edinburgh, Anno 1777 
Fables occupy the whole of Vol. 3. 

FABLES. Fabulae selectse auctore JOHANNE GAY. Latine 
redditae (in Verse) Lat. and Eng. By C. Anstey. 
J. Dodsley. Londini 1777 

No engravings. 

FABLES, IN Two PARTS. [No printer.] Sold by 

J. James and others. London 1777 

Not illustrated. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. In One Volume complete. 

Printed for J. Buckland and others. London 1778 

No illustrations. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Newcastle 1779 



304 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Works of the English 
Poets. With Prefaces by SamuelJolinson. ) Printed by 
J. Nichols. London 1779 

The Fables e in VoL 2, pp. 25-197. 

FABLES. Paris 1782 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAT. In One Volume. 

Complete. Printed and sold by S. Harward Glo'cester 1783 
This edition has no plates. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In One Volume com- 
plete. Buckland, Strahan, etc. London 1783 

Mask, Frontispiece. Illustrations on separate pages, 
two on each page. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In one Volume com- 
plete. London 1785 
(Same as last.) 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed for Buckland, 

Rivington, and others. London 1788 

Contains 66 cuts by Thomas Bewick. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In one Volume com- 
plete. Printed for Rivington and others. London 1792 
Mask on frontispiece, with cuts to each Fable. 

FABLES. BY JOHN GAY. Printed for W. Osborne 

and others. London 1792 

Portrait on title with epitaph, and illustrations to 
each Fable. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by John Bell. 

Complete in One Volume. London 1793 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. With a Life of the Author, 
and embellished with 70 plates. Engraving. Two Volumes. 
Royal 8vo. Printed for John Stockdale, Piccadlily. 

London 1793 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 305 

TEAS 

Vol. 1. Engraving on title page, a mask surmounted 
by halo, "Brown, Sculpt." xi, dedication and con- 
tents ; 225, Fables. Fifty plates, on single pages, by 
Blake, W. Skelton, P. Mazell, Audinet, Wilson, 
and Lovegrove 

Vol. IT. Engraving on title page, bust of the poet 
in bas-relief, surmounted by symbols of music and 
poetry. " J. Hall, direxit." vii, advt. and contents 
187 (1160, Fables ; 163175, Life ; 177187, List 
of Subscribers). Eighteen plates. (Engraved title to 
each Vol. would make up the number to 70. ) The en- 
graving to the " Life " apparently represents Gay's 
tomb in Westminster Abbey, with Pope's epitaph. 
"Wilson, Sculpt." 

The Fable "Aye and No " appears in this Edition. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. With a Life of the Author, 
and embellished with a plate to each Fable. Printed by 
Dartou and Harvey for Rivington and others. London 1793 

This is a fine large type edition, the plates in which 
differ but slightly from the preceding, although they 
do not bear any engraver's name. The plates are two 
on a page, whereas Stockdale's are single plates. 

FABLES. Les Animaux offrant leurs services a 

1'Homme. Fable imitee de Gay. Prelong. 1793 

FABLES. London 1795 

FABLES, E. Newbery. London 176 

Frontispiece and numerous woodcuts by Thomas 
Bewick, different from those by John Bewick. First 
edition with these cuts. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Illustrated, with Notes 
and the Life of the Author, by W. Ccxe, Rector of Bemerton. 

Salisbury 1796 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poems, etc.) 

Manchester 1797 



306 GAY'S FABLES. 

YEAR 

FABLES. York 1797 



FABLES. See Columbian Library, VoL II. New York 1797 

FABLES. Interprete C. Anstey. 

Londini et Bathonice 1798 

FABLES. Printed by Luckman and Suffield. Sold by 

Brooke and Macklin, and others, London. Coventry 1798 

No engravings. 

FABLES. Illustrated, with Notes and Life of the 
Author, by William Coxe, Eector of Bemerton. Printed 
and sold by J. Easton, etc. Salisbury 1798 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. In Two Volumes. Printed 

by Pat Wogan. The Fifth Edition. Dublin 1799 

Bough cuts to each Fable. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Illustrated, with Notes, 
Historical and Explanatory, by William Coxe, A.M., etc. 
A new Edition, with emblematical frontispiece. 

London and Salisbury [1800] 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by P. Didot, 

the Elder, Paris 1800 

To which are added Fables by Edward Moore. 
Gay's contain both series of Fables. 



FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Whittingham. London 1801 

Frontispiece, a mask ; eagle on title. Vignette to 
each Fable. 



LE FABLIER ANGLAIS. Fables choisies de JEAN 
GAY. Moore, Wilkie, etc. ; traduites en Francais, avec le 
Texte Anglais, etc. Par M. A. Amar du Ilivier. De 
Guilleminet. Paris 1802 

Short life of Gay, Portrait on front. Fifty Fables. 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 307 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Paris ^1802 

Contains also Moore's Fables, and Gray's " Elegy." 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Chester 1802 

FABLES. London 1805 

FABLES. A New Edition. Printed at the Minerva 

Press, for Lane, Newman & Co. London 1806 

Engraving of " The Lady and the Wasp " as frontis- 
piece. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by Savage and 

Easingwood. London 1806 

Illustrations to each Fable. Style of Bewick. 
Woodcut of flying eagle on title ; mask on frontispiece, 
no engraver's name. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. York 1806 

Cuts by Bewick. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. C. Whittingham. London 1808 

With Life. Portrait on title. Illustrations to each 
Fable. 

FABLES. Another Edition. London 1808 

Illustrated. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Illustrated. Edited by 
William Coxe, A.M., etc., Rector of Bemerton. Fourth 
Edition. Printed for Vernon, Hood, and Sharpe. London 1810 
Allegorical frontispiece, representing Simplicity. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In One Volume. 
Complete. Two figures of Flying Eagle. Printed by 
J. M'Creery, Black-Horse-court, forF. C. and J. Riving- 
ton, J. Walker, etc., etc,, etc. London 1810 



GAY'S FABLES. 

TEAS 

This is a fac-simile reprint of Savage and Easing- 
wood's Edition of 1806 not a re-issue, but a reprint 
page for page ; the catchwords are the same ; but 
there are three points of difference : 

1. Savage and Easingwood's edition terminates at 
p. 224, M'Creery 's at p. 222; this is due to the 
former having an additional leaf between the two 
parts, and which is paged. 

2. Savage and Easingwood's has on p. 224, " Savage 
and Easingwood, Printers, Bedford Bury." 
There is no imprint on that of M'Creery. 

3. The latter has a Table of Contents of two pages, 
not paged, and at the base of the second, 
" J. M'Creery, Printer, Black-Horse-court, Fleet- 
street, London." 

All the woodcuts of the 1806 Edition are included 
in that of 1810. 

FABLES DB GAY. Traduites en vers Frangais, avec 

gravures. Chez Ancelle, Libraire, etc. Paris 1811 

Portrait, frontispiece \ Life ; seven illustrations. 
First series of fifty Fables only. 

FABLES. Printed by Huffy and Evans, and sold by 

Dartojn & Co. London 1811 

Embellished with 100 engravings on wood, designed 
and executed by Branston. 

FABLES. (See the Poetical Works of JOHN GAY. 

Suttaby, Evans & Co. ) London 1811 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Cliiswick Press. 1312 

Life by Dr. Johnson. Illustrations to each Fable. 
Pretty vignette on title. Appropriate tail -pieces. Style 
of Bewick. 

FABLES. London 1813 

FABLES. Havant 1816 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 309 

TEAK. 

FABLES. By the late Mr. GAY. In One Vol. com- 
plete. Printed by J. M'Creery, for Rivington and others. 

London 1816 
Front. , mask ; illustrations to each Fable. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by T. Davidson. 

London 1816 
With Life ; portrait on title ; 70 engravings. 

FABLES. Printed for W. Simpkin and R. Marshall. 

London 1819 
Has an excellent portrait as frontispiece. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed at Chiswick Press. 1820 

"With Life, by Dr. Johnson, and upwards of 100 illus- 
trations. 

FABLES. London 1820 

FABLES. See Beauties of ^Esop. A collection of 

Fables selected from ^Esop, Gay, etc. London 1822 

FABLES, A SELECTION FROM. By JOHN GAY. In two 
parts, selected and revised by J. Plumptre, with a preface. 
Thomas Lovell. (Second Edition. ) Huntingdon 1823 

Contains 46 Fables only. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Jones & Co. London 1824 

(Diamond Poets.) Biographical Sketch, by Dr. 
Johnson ; portrait. Contains also " Rural Sports," 
"The Fan," "Shepherd's Week," "Trivia" and 
Ballads. 

FABLES, THIRTY-THREE ETCHINGS ILLUSTRATING. 

London 1825 

Drawn and etched by the late Charles Muss, Enamel 
Painter to His Majesty. Published for the benefit of 
the widow and family. No letterpress. 



310 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Printed by J. F. Dove. 

(Dove's English Classics.) London 1826 

(The Volume contains also Cotton's "Visions," in 
verse; Moore's "Fables for the Female Sex," with 
Sketches of the Author's Lines.) Includes Fables, 
"Rural Sports," "The Fan," "Shepherd's Week," 
"Trivia," and Ballads. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Chiswick Press. London, 1828 
Life by Dr. Johnson. One hundred illustrations. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. See "Flowers of Fable," 
culled from Epictetus, Croxall, Gay, Moore, La Fontaine, 
and others. Vizetelly. London 1832 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Longman and others. 

London 1834 
Mask on frontispiece. Each Fable illustrated. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. With translations into 
Uran Poetry. By Raja Kali [Krishna Badahur. English 
and Hindustani. Calcutta 1836 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. With translation into 
Bengali Poetry. By Raja Kali Krishna Badahur. In 
English and Bengali. Calcutta 1836 

FABLES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED. By the most 
esteemed European and Oriental Authors. With an Intro- 
ductory Dissertation on the History of Fable, comprising 
Biographical Notices of the most eminent Fabulists. By 
G. Moir Bussey. Charles Tilt. London 1839 

Illustrated by numerous engravings, designed by 
J. J. Grand ville. Gay is well represented in this large 
and interesting collection. 

FABLES. With Elucidations by Archdeacon Coxe. 1841 
Sixty-eight woodcuts. 



CHRONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 311 

TEAR. 

FABLES. AlnwicJc 1842 



FABLES. (Phonetic Edition.) Lunclim. Bath 1849 

FABLES, AND OTHER POEMS. (See British Poets, 

Cabinet Edition.) Vol. II. London 1851 

FABLES DE GAY. Whittaker. London 1853 

Traduites en vers Francais par Le Chevalier de 
Chatelain. English and French. Contains only 50 
Fables, comprising First Series. Dedicated to the 
Duke of Wellington. 

FABLES. London 1854 

FABLES CHOISIES. Paris 1854 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Routled London 1854 

With Memoir, introduction, and annotations by 
0. F. Owen, with 126 drawings by W. Harvey, etc., 
Engraved by the Brothers Dalziel. Portrait, frontis- 
piece. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poetical Works.) In 

Two Volumes. Boston 1854 

FABLES. London 1855 

FABLES DE GAY. Whittaker. London 1855 

Traduites en vers Franais par Le Chevalier de Chate- 
lain. Fifty Fables only. Dedicated "A La Presse 
Anglaise." No plates. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Routledge. London 1857 

Owen's Second Edition. 



312 GAY'S FABLES. 

TEAR 

FABLES. Troisieme Edition complete, et pre'ce'de'e 
d'une preface nouvelle, et suivie de Beaut^s de la Po6sie 
Anglaise. Londres 1857 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. James Nichol. Edinburgh 1859 

With Memoir and Critical Dissertation, by the Rev. 
George Gilfillan. The Volume contains also Addison's 
Works, and Somerville's ' ' Chase. " (One of the volumes 
of Nichol's Edition of the British Poets.) 

FABLES. (Owen's Third Edition.) Routledge. London i860 

FABLES. (Owen's Edition.) London 1861 

FABLES. (4eme Edition.) Londres 1861 

FABLES. Juvenile Poetry. Paris 1863 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poetical Works. In 

TwoVols. Little, Brown and Company.) Boston 1863 

Fables in Vol. 2, pp. 3-182. 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. (See Poetical Works. In 

TwoVols.) Boston 1864 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. F. Warne. London 1866' 

(Owen's Edition.) 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. F. Warne & Co. London [l870j 

With Memoir, Introduction, and Annotations, by 
Octavius Freire Owen, M.A., F.S.A. Illustrated by 
William Harvey. Portrait on frontispiece. (Messrs. 
Warne's last Edition.) 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY, somewhat altered by John 
Benson Rose. Printed for private circulation by W. 
Clowes & Sons. London 1871 

Contains also a selection of other poems and fables. 



CHKONOLOGICAL LIST, ETC. 313 

YEAB. 

FABLES. London 1875 

Contains also the Poetical Works of Addison, etc. 

FABLES (By JOHN GAY), SELECTIONS FROM. For the 

use of Schools in India. With Notes. Third Edition. 

Pp. viii 100. Sanskrit Press Repository. Calcutta 1880 

FABLES. By JOHN GAY. Kegan Paul & Co. 

London 1882 

With a Memoir and Bibliographical Note, by Austin 
Dobson. Portrait from a sketch in oils by Sir Godfrey 
Kneller. No other illustrations. 



*** NOTE. In addition to the above, various editions of Gay's 
Poetical Works have been published containing the Fables, 
which are not here enumerated, and selections from the 
Fables have appeared in many collections of poetry; they 
have also been parodied by other writers. But the above list 
contains nearly all the editions. The compiler will be glad 
to receive corrections and additions. W. H. K. W. 




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