And when of dulness wits complain, "But to the 'squire here, I appealHe knows my real value well : Who, with one pepper-corn content, Hence then, Sir Brine, and keep your distance, Go lend the scullion your assistance; For culinary uses fit, To salt the meat upon the spit; Or just to keep our meat from stinking- "Your folly moves me with surprise," "The chymists know my rank and place, When nature's principles they trace: And wisest moderns yield to me The elemental monarchy. By me all nature is supply'd With all her beauty, all her pride! In vegetation I ascend; To animals their vigour lend; And stimulate each slacken'd nerve. I give jonquils their high perfume; The peach its flavour, rose its bloom : "Such claims you teach me to produce; But need I plead my obvious use, In seasoning all terrestrial food; When Heaven declares, that Salt is good. "Grant, then, some few thy virtues find; Yet Salt gives health to all mankind: Physicians sure will side with me, While cooks alone shall plead for thee: In short, with all thine airs about thee, The world were happier far without thee." The 'squire, who all this time sat mute, The Salt, refresh'd by shaking up, THICK-TWISTED brake in the time of a A Seemid kindly to cover a sheep: [storm, So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm, The clouds are now scatter'd-the winds are at peace, But ah! the fell thicket lays hold of his fleece, My friend, who the thicket of law never tried, Tho' judgment and sentence are pass'd on your side, FABLE XXV. The Blackbird and Bullfinch. ERCH'D on a poplar's verdant spray, PER Blackbird sung the hours away; A Charm'd all around, and seem'd to call Cease, bungler, thy discordant noise, Untun'd thy throat, and harsh thy voice; How dar'st thou, vagrant, as thou art, To me thy dissonance impart ? Know'st thou I sing by studied rules, And brag the learning of the schools? Soft rapture to the heart convey, And charm the list'ning soul away? To please my Lord, and soothe his cares, I warble soft Italian airs; Which he in gratitude repays With costly food, and gen'rous praise: He ceas'd-The fable bird returns But grateful sing my Maker's praise; |