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'Twas thus that Æsop's stag—a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be namelessOnce on the margin a fountain stood, And cavill’d at his image in the flood: • The deuce confound,'hecries, “these drumstickshanks,
They never have my gratitude nor thanks; They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead !• But, for a head-yes, yes, I have a head. • How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow!
My horns!--I'm told horns are the falhion now.' Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd! to his view, Near and more near, the hounds and huntlinen drew; “Hoicks! hark forward!" came thund'ring from behind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind: He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; He Itarts, he pants, he takes the circling maze. At length his filly head, fo priz'd before, Is taught his former folly to deplore; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, And at one bound he saves himself-like me.
(Taking a jump through the stage-door.)
TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.
HAT! five long acts and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted me, she should have made Her moral play a speaking masquerade ; Warm’d up each bustling scene, and in her rage Have emptied all the green-room on the stage.
My life on't, this had kept her play from sinking-
(To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery.)
(Mimicking.) Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am You'll find his lionship a very lanıb. Yon politician, famous in debate, Perhaps, to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state; Yet, when he deigns liis real shape t'assume, He turns old woman, and bestrides a broom,
Yon patriot, too, who presses on your sight,