FABLE
[
40
]
XL.
The
two
Monkeys
.
The
learned
,
full
of
inward
pride
,
The
fops
of
outward
show
deride
;
The
fop
,
with
learning
at
defiance
,
Scoffs
at
the
pedant
and
the
science
:
The
Don
,
a
formal
,
solemn
strutter
,
Despises
Monsieur's
airs
and
flutter
;
While
Monsieur
mocks
the
formal
fool
,
Who
looks
,
and
speaks
,
and
walks
by
rule
.
Britain
,
a
medly
of
the
twain
,
As
pert
as
France
,
as
grave
as
Spain
,
In
fancy
wiser
than
the
rest
,
Laughs
at
them
both
,
of
both
the
jest
.
Is
not
the
poet's
chiming
close
Censur'd
,
by
all
the
sons
of
prose
?
While
bards
of
quick
imagination
Despise
the
sleepy
prose
narration
.
Men
laugh
at
apes
,
they
men
contemn
;
For
what
are
we
,
but
apes
to
them
?
Two
Monkeys
went
to
Southwark
fair
,
No
criticks
had
a
sourer
air
.
They
forc'd
their
way
through
draggled
folks
,
Who
gap'd
to
catch
Jack-Pudding's
jokes
.
Then
took
their
tickets
for
the
show
,
And
got
by
chance
the
foremost
row
.
To
see
their
grave
observing
face
Provok'd
a
laugh
thro'
all
the
place
.
Brother
,
says
Pug
,
and
turn'd
his
head
,
The
rabble's
monstrously
ill-bred
.
Now
through
the
booth
loud
hisses
ran
;
Nor
ended
'till
the
Show
began
.
The
tumbler
whirles
the
flip-flap
round
,
With
sommersets
he
shakes
the
ground
;
The
cord
beneath
the
dancer
springs
;
Aloft
in
air
the
vaulter
swings
,
Distorted
now
,
now
prone
depends
,
Now
through
his
twisted
arms
ascends
;
The
croud
,
in
wonder
and
delight
,
With
clapping
hands
applaud
the
sight
.
With
smiles
,
quoth
Pug
;
If
pranks
like
these
The
giant
apes
of
reason
please
,
How
would
they
wonder
at
our
arts
!
They
must
adore
us
for
our
parts
.
High
on
the
twig
I've
seen
you
cling
,
Play
,
twist
and
turn
in
airy
ring
;
How
can
those
clumsy
things
,
like
me
,
Fly
with
a
bound
from
tree
to
tree
?
But
yet
,
by
this
applause
,
we
find
These
emulators
of
our
kind
Discern
our
worth
,
our
parts
regard
,
Who
our
mean
mimicks
thus
reward
.
Brother
,
the
grinning
mate
replies
,
In
this
I
grant
that
man
is
wise
,
While
good
example
they
pursue
,
We
must
allow
some
praise
is
due
;
But
when
they
strain
beyond
their
guide
,
I
laugh
to
scorn
the
mimic
pride
.
For
how
fantastick
is
the
sight
,
To
meet
men
always
bolt
upright
,
Because
we
sometimes
walk
on
two
!
I
hate
the
imitating
crew
.