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The poems of Dr. Yalden

Yalden, Thomas (1670-1736)

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THE POEMS OF DR. YALDEN.
  
AGAINST IMMODERATE GRIEF.
  
HYMN TO THE MORNING.
  
HYMN TO DARKNESS.
  
HUMAN LIFE.
  
AGAINST ENJOYMENT.
  
THE CURSE OF BABYLON.
  
TO MR. CONGREVE:
  
THE INSECT.
  
TO HIS FRIEND CAPTAIN CHAMBERLAIN,
  
TO MR. WATSON,
  
THE RAPE OF THEUTILLA:
  
AN ODE FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY,
  
THE FORCE OF JEALOUSY.
  
TO HIS PERJURED MISTRESS.
  
IMITATION OF HORACE.
  
PATROCLUS'S REQUEST TO ACHILLES FOR HIS ARMS.
  
ON THE RE-PRINTING MILTON'S PROSE WORKS WITH HIS POEMS.
  
TO SIR HUMPHRY MACKWORTH:
  
OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF A FAIR YOUNG LADY,
  
TO MYRA;
  
ADVICE TO A LOVER.
  
ON THE CONQUEST OF NAMUR.
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ESOP AT COURT.
  
Esop to the King.
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FABLE I. THE RIVER AND THE FOUNTAINS.
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FABLE II. THE LION'S TREATY OF PARTITION.
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FABLE III. THE BLIND WOMAN AND HER DOCTORS.
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FABLE IV. THE SATYR'S ADDRESS.
  
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THE MORAL.
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FABLE V. THE FARMER AND HIS DOG.
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FABLE VI. THE FOX AND BRAMBLE.
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FABLE VII. THE FOX AND WEAZLE.
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FABLE VIII. AN OWL AND THE SUN.
  
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THE MORAL.
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FABLE IX. THE SEA AND THE BANKS.
  
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THE MORAL.
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FABLE X. THE NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOW.
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FABLE XI. THE SUN AND THE WIND.
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FABLE XII. THE BOAR AND FOREST.
  
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THE MORAL.
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FABLE XIII. THE FOX AND FLIES.
  
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THE MORAL; FROM NOSTRADAMUS.
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FABLE XIV. THE BEAR AND MOUNTEBANK.
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FABLE XV. THE PEACOCK PROCLAIMED KING.
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FABLE XVI. A LACONIC CONDEMNED.

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FABLE V. THE FARMER AND HIS DOG.

There dwelt a Farmer in the west,
As we're in story told;
Whose herds were large and flocks the best
That ever lin'd a fold.
Arm'd with a staff, his russet coat,
And Towser by his side,
Early and late he tun'd his throat
And every wolf defy'd.
Lov'd Towser was his heart's delight,
In cringe and fawning skill'd,
Intrusted with the flocks by night,
And guardian of the field.
“Towser, quoth he, I'm for a fair;
Be regent in my room:
Pray of my tender flocks take care,
And keep all safe at home.
I know thee watchful, just, and brave,
Right worthy such a place:
No wily fox shall thee deceive,
Nor wolf dare show his face.”
But ne'er did wolves a fold infest,
At regent Towser's rate:
He din'd and supp'd upon the best,
And frequent breakfasts ate.
The Farmer oft receiv'd advice,
And laugh'd at the report:
But coming on him by surprize,
Just found him at the sport.
“Ingrateful beast, quoth he, what means
That bloody mouth and paws?
I know the base, the treacherous stains,
Thy breach of trust and laws.
The fruits of my past love I see:
Roger, the halter bring;
E'en truss him on that pippin tree,
And let friend Towser swing.
I'll spare the famish'd wolf and fox,
That ne'er my bounty knew:
But, as the guardian of my flocks,
This neckcloth is your due.”

THE MORAL.

When ministers their prince abuse,
And on the subjects prey:
With ancient monarchs 'twas in use,
To send them Towser's way.
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