The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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The Fable of the Satyr, and the Traveller.
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To his poor Cell, a Satyr ledA Traveller, with Cold half dead,
And with great Kindness treated:
A Fire Nose-high he made him strait,
Show'd him his Elbow-Chair of State
And near the Chimney seated.
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His tingling Hands the Stranger blows,At which the Satyr wond'ring rose,
And bluntly ask'd the Reason.
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I only do't my Hands to Warm,
In this cold Frosty Season.
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The Satyr gave him from the Pot,A Mess of Porridge piping hot;
The Man blow'd o'er his Gruel.
What's that for, Friend? The Satyr cry'd,
To Cool my Broth, his Guest reply'd,
And Truth, Sir, is a Jewel.
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How, quoth the Host, then is it so,And can you Contradictions blow?
Turn out, and leave my Cottage.
This honest Mansion ne'er shall hold
Such Rascals as blow Hot and Cold,
The De'll must find you Pottage.
The C---'s desir'd that in their next Choice,
They'd be pleds'd from this Fable to take good Advice,
For a Man that two Churches at once has in view,
Shams both in their Turns, and to neither is true.
They'd be pleds'd from this Fable to take good Advice,
For a Man that two Churches at once has in view,
Shams both in their Turns, and to neither is true.
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