Kings are commonly said to have long hands; I wish they had as long ears. Princes in their infancy, childhood, and youth are said to discover prodigious parts and wit, to speak things that surprise and astonish; strange so many hopeful princes and so many shameful kings. If they happen to die young, they would have been prodigies of wisdom and virtue; if they live, they are often prodigies indeed, but of another sort. Politics, as the word is commonly understood, are nothing but corruptions, and consequently of no use to a good king or a good ministry, for which reason all courts are so full of politics. Silenus, the foster-father of Bacchus, is always carried by an ass, and has horns on his head. The moral is, that drunkards are led by fools, and have a great chance to be cuckolds. Venus, a beautiful good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage, and they were always mortal enemies. Those who are against religion must needs be fools; and therefore we read that, of all animals, God refused the first-born of an ass. A very little wit is valued in a woman, as we are pleased with a few words spoken plain by a parrot. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. Apollo was held the god of physic and sender of 'diseases. Both were originally the same trade, and still continue. Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason, their long beards and pretences to foretell events. A person was asked at court what he thought of an ambassador and his train, who were all embroidery and lace, full of bows, cringes, and gestures. He said, "It was Solomon's importation, gold and apes." There is a story in Pausanias of a plot for betraying a city discovered by the braying of an ass; the cackling of geese saved the Capitol, and Catiline's conspiracy was discovered by a whore. These are the only three animals, as far as I remember, famous in history as evidences and informers. Most sorts of diversion in men, children, and other animals are in imitation of fighting. Augustus meeting an ass with a lucky name, foretold himself good fortune. I meet many asses, but none of them have lucky names. If a man makes me keep my distance, the comfort is he keeps his at the same time. Who can deny that all men are violent lovers of truth when we see them so positive in their errors, which they will maintain out of their zeal to truth, although they contradict themselves every day of their lives. That was excellently observed, say I, when I read a passage in an author where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken. As universal a practice as lying is, and as easy a one as it seems, I do not remember to have heard three good lies in all my conversation, even from those who were most celebrated in that faculty. Very few men, properly speaking, live at present, but are providing to live another time. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. ON THE EVER-LAMENTED LOSS OF THE TWO YEW TREES IN THE PARISH OF CHILTHORNE, SOMERSET. (1706.) IMITATED FROM THE EIGHTH BOOK OF OVID. IN ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, But not a soul would let them in. Our wandering saints, in woeful state, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, And grow a church before your eyes." They scarce had spoke, when, fair and soft, The roof began to mount aloft; Aloft rose every beam and rafter, The heavy wall climbed slowly after. The chimney widened and grew higher, Became a steeple with a spire; The kettle to the top was hoist, And there stood fastened to a joist, In vain; for a superior force A wooden jack, which had almost Increased by new intestine wheels; Turned round so quick you scarce could see't; The groaning chair began to crawl Hung high, and made a glittering show, |