The Poetical Works of John Gay. Including Hsi Fables. in Three Volumes. with the Life of the Author. from the Royal Quatro Edition of 1720

The Poetical Works of John Gay. Including Hsi Fables. in Three Volumes. with the Life of the Author. from the Royal Quatro Edition of 1720

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 edition. Excerpt: ...chamber snor'd, Who sondly strok'd him ev'ry day. And taught him all the puppy's play. Where'er he went, the grunting sriend Ne'er sail'd his pleasure to attend. to As on a time the loving pair Walk'd sorth to tend the garden's care, The Master thus address'd the Swine: My house, my garden, all is thine. On turnips seast whene'er you please, IJ And riot in my hcans and pease; If the potatoe's taste deKghts, Or the red carrot's sweet invite, Parti. Indulge thy morti and ev'ning hours', But let due care regard my siow'rs: Aly tulips are my garden's pride: What vast expense those beds supply'd! The Hog by chance one morning roam Where with new ale the vessels soam'd: He munches now the steaming grains, Now with sullswill the liquor drains. Intoxicating sumes arise; He reels, he rolls his wink ing eyes; Then stagg'ring thro' the garden scours, And treads down painted ranks os siow'rs. With delving snout he turns the soil. And cools his palate with the spoil. The Master came, she ruin spy'd; Villain! suspend thy rage, he cry'd. Hast thou, thou most ungratesul sot, My charge, my only charge, sorgot? What, all my siow'rs! no more he said, En: gaz'd, and sigh'd, and hung his head. The Hog with stutt'ring speech returns Explain, Sir, why your anger bums. See there, untouch'd, your tulips Urown, For 1 devour'd the roots alone. At this the Gard'ner's passion grows ' Frtim oaths and threats he sell to blows: The stubborn brute the blows sustains, Assaults his leg, and tears the veins. Fclume 111. I g8 Fables. Ah! foolish Swain! too late you sind That sties were sor such sriends design'd! Homeward he limps with painsul pace, Reflecting thus on past disgrace; Who cherishes a brutal mate, Shall mourn the solly soon or late. ' FABLE XLIX. THEMANANDTHEFLEA....show more

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  • Paperback | 34 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236500075
  • 9781236500076