A Tortoise heard his vain oration, Come, 'tis a match, nay, no denial, I lay my 'Twas done and gone, all fair, a bet, Judges prepar'd, and distance set. The scamp'ring Hare outstript the wind, The creeping Tortoise lagg'd behind, And scarce had pass'd a single pole, When Puss had almost reach'd the goal. "Friend Tortoise," quoth the jeering Hare, "Your burthen's more than you can bear, "To help your speed, it were as well "That I should ease you of your shell: "Jog on a little faster pr❜ythee, "I'll take a nap, and then be with thee.” So said, so done, and safely sure, For say, what conquest more secure? The Tortoise heard his taunting jeer, On to the goal securely crept, While Puss unknowing soundly slept. The bets were won, the Hare awake, When thus the victor Tortoise spake. "Puss, tho' I own thy quicker parts, "Things are not always done by starts. "You may deride my aukward pace, "But slow and steady wins the race." A TALE. VENUS, of laughter queen and love, The greatest demirep above, Who scorn'd restriction, hated custom, Knew her own sex too well to trust 'em, Proceeded on the noble plan, At any rate, to have her man; Look'd on decorum, as mere trash, And liv'd like *** and *** • From Paphos, where they her revere Which prove that man in love an oaf is, Thomas, who rode behind the car, And for a flambeau held a star, Who, in the honest way of trade, Hath forg'd more horns, and cuckolds made, Slipt gently down, and ran before 'em, But, truth to say, I cannot tell Was come to bear her company. As Thomas, sure, could ring a bell, Of skill in knocking at a door. Poor low-liv'd creature! I suppose, Nay, and am sure, you're one of those Who, at what door soe'er they be, Will always knock in the same key. Thinking that Bell and Knocker too But had our servants no more sense, Thro' all her niceties must bleed. For if there was not to be found Some wholesome difference of sound, But the same rap foretold the approach Of him who walk'd, or rode in coach, A poor relation now and then, Might to my Lord admittance gain, When his good Lordship hop'd to see Some rascal of his own degree; And, what is more unhappy still, The stupid wretch who brings a bill, Might pass thro' all the motley tribe, As free as one, who brings a bribe. |