The fault’s in thy rapacious mind. 
  Because my blessings are abused,
  Must I be censured, cursed, accused? 
  Even 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.
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  Thus, when the villain crams his chest,
  Gold is the canker of the breast;
  ’Tis avarice, insolence, and pride,
  And every shocking vice beside. 
  But when to virtuous hands ’tis given,
  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 pawned their sordid souls for pay?
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  Let bravoes then (when blood is spilt)
  Upbraid the passive sword with guilt.’

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FABLE VII.

THE LION, THE FOX, AND THE GEESE.

  A lion, tired with state affairs,
  Quite sick of pomp, and worn with cares,
  Resolved (remote from noise and strife)
  In peace to pass his latter life. 
     It was proclaimed; the day was set;
  Behold the general council met,
  The fox was viceroy named.  The crowd
  To the new regent humbly bowed. 
  Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers bend,
  And strive who most shall condescend.
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  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 address’d. 
     ’How vast his talents, born to rule,
  And trained in virtue’s honest school: 
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  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: 
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     ’W’hene’er I hear a knave commend,
  He bids me shun his worthy friend. 
  What praise! what mighty commendation! 
  But ’twas a fox who spoke the 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. 
  What havoc now shall thin our race,
  When every petty clerk in place,
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  To prove his taste and seem polite,
  Will feed on geese both noon and night!’

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FABLE VIII.

THE LADY AND THE WASP.