FABLE
[
14
]
XIV
.
The
Monkey
who
had
seen
the
World
.
A
Monkey
,
to
reform
the
times
,
Resolv'd
to
visit
foreign
climes
;
For
men
in
distant
regions
roam
To
bring
politer
manners
home
:
So
forth
he
fares
,
all
toil
defys
;
Misfortune
serves
to
make
us
wise
.
At
length
the
treach'rous
snare
was
laid
,
Poor
Pug
was
caught
,
to
town
convey'd
,
There
sold
;
(
How
envy'd
was
his
doom
,
Made
captive
in
a
lady's
room
!
)
Proud
as
a
lover
of
his
chains
,
He
day
by
day
her
favour
gains
.
Whene'er
the
duty
of
the
day
,
The
toilette
calls
;
with
mimic
play
He
twirles
her
knots
,
he
cracks
her
fan
,
Like
any
other
gentleman
.
In
visits
too
his
parts
and
wit
,
When
jests
grew
dull
,
were
sure
to
hit
.
Proud
with
applause
,
he
thought
his
mind
In
ev'ry
courtly
art
refin'd
,
Like
Orpheus
burnt
with
publick
zeal
,
To
civilize
the
monkey
weal
;
So
watch'd
occasion
,
broke
his
chain
,
And
sought
his
native
woods
again
.
The
hairy
sylvans
round
him
press
,
Astonish'd
at
his
strut
and
dress
,
Some
praise
his
sleeve
,
and
others
glote
Upon
his
rich
embroider'd
coat
,
His
dapper
perriwig
commending
With
the
black
tail
behind
depending
,
His
powder'd
back
,
above
,
below
,
Like
hoary
frosts
,
or
fleecy
snow
;
But
all
,
with
envy
and
desire
,
His
flutt'ring
shoulder-knot
admire
.
Hear
and
improve
,
he
pertly
crys
,
I
come
to
make
a
nation
wise
;
Weigh
your
own
worth
;
support
your
place
,
The
next
in
rank
to
human
race
.
In
citys
long
I
pass'd
my
days
,
Convers'd
with
men
,
and
learnt
their
ways
:
Their
dress
,
their
courtly
manners
see
;
Reform
your
state
,
and
copy
me
.
Seek
ye
to
thrive
?
In
flatt'ry
deal
,
Your
scorn
,
your
hate
,
with
that
conceal
;
Seem
only
to
regard
your
friends
,
But
use
them
for
your
private
ends
,
Stint
not
to
truth
the
flow
of
wit
,
Be
prompt
to
lye
,
whene'er
'tis
fit
;
Bend
all
your
force
to
spatter
merit
;
Scandal
is
conversation's
spirit
;
Boldly
to
ev'ry
thing
pretend
,
And
men
your
talents
shall
commend
;
I
knew
the
Great
.
Observe
me
right
,
So
shall
you
grow
like
man
polite
.
He
spoke
and
bow'd
.
With
mutt'ring
jaws
The
wondring
circle
grinn'd
applause
.
Now
warm
with
malice
,
envy
,
spite
,
Their
most
obliging
friends
they
bite
,
And
fond
to
copy
human
ways
,
Practise
new
mischiefs
all
their
days
.
Thus
the
dull
lad
,
too
tall
for
school
,
With
travel
finishes
the
fool
,
Studious
of
ev'ry
coxcomb's
airs
,
He
drinks
,
games
,
dresses
,
whores
and
swears
,
O'erlooks
with
scorn
all
virtuous
arts
,
For
vice
is
fitted
to
his
parts
.