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The Works of John Hall-Stevenson

... Corrected and Enlarged. With Several Original Poems, Now First Printed, and Explanatory Notes. In Three Volumes

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FABLE VIII.

A gnat upon an Ox's horn,
Clapping his wings, sang forth his praise,
Greater than the Unicorn:
Hail, greatest beast of al that graze!
Accept, great brute, my willing strain;
And, if my weight give you no pain,
Which I much fear,
Allow me to remain
To charm your bovine ear:
Great and mighty Chieftain, say,
Whether shall I go or stay?
The Ox replied,
Where insignificance prevails,
You always meet with empty pride;
Depend upon't, it never fails:
To me, vain insect, 'tis the same,
You may give over, or go on;
I neither felt you when you came,
Nor shall I miss you when you're gone.

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Said Maupertuis, Pray, read this Fable,
And I'll explain it to the table.
Observe Voltaire, that chirps and sings
Near Prussia's King from night to morn;
He is the Gnat that claps his wings,
And sings upon the Ox's horn:
Voltaire replied, the Gnat suits me;
But why an Ox? there I am dull;
As for the Ox, said Maupertuis,
I wish the Ox had been a Bull .
 

If there is any meaning in these four last lines of the author, of which I hold him guiltless, to use the words of Jean Jaques, “ce n'est que pour ceux, qui ont (la Tact) l'odorat fin,” he should have said. Smellfungus.