Herald and Husband-Man

''— Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus. Juvenal''.

I with friend Juvenal agree, Virtue's the true nobility; Has of herself sufficient charms, Altho' without a coat of arms. HONESTUS does not know the rules, Concerning Or and Fez, and Gules. Yet sets the wond'ring eye to gaze on, Such deeds no herald e'er could blaze on. Tawdry atchievements out of place, Do but augment a fool's disgrace; A coward is a double jest, Who has a lion for his crest; And things are come to such a pass, Two horses may support an ass; And on a Gamester or Buffoon, A moral motto's a lampoon. An honest rustic having done His master's work 'twixt sun and sun, Retir'd to dress a little spot, Adjoining to his homely cot, Where pleas'd, in miniature, he found His landlord's culinary ground, Some herbs that feed, and some that heal, The winter's medicine or meal. The sage, which in his garden seen, No man need ever die I ween; The marjoram comely to behold, With thyme, and ruddiest marygold, And mint and penny-royal sweet, To deck the cottage windows meet; And baum, that yields a finer juice Than all that China can produce; With carrots red, and turnips white, And leeks, Cadwallader's delight; And all the savory crop that vie To please the palate and the eye. Thus, as intent, he did survey His plot, a Herald came that way, A man of great escutcheon'd knowledge, And member of the motley college. Heedless the peasant pass'd he by, Indulging this soliloquy; "Ye gods! what an enormous space, 'Twixt man and man does nature place; While some by deeds of honour rise, To such a height, as far out-vies The visible diurnal sphere; While others, like this rustic here, Grope in the groveling ground content, Without or lineage or descent. Hail, Heraldry! mysterious art, Bright patroness of all desert, Mankind would on a level lie, And undistinguish'd live and die; Depriv'd of thy illustrious aid, Such! so momentous is our trade."

"Sir, says the clown, why sure you joke, (And kept on digging as he spoke) And prate not to extort conviction, But merrily by way of fiction. Say, do your manuscripts attest, What was old father Adam's crest; Did he a nobler Coat receive In right of marrying Mrs. Eve; Or had supporters when he kiss'd her, On dexter side, and side sinister; Or was his motto, prithee speak, English, French, Latin, Welch, or Greek; Or was he not, without a lye, Just such a nobleman as I? Virtue, which great defects can stifle, May beam distinction on a trifle; And honour, with her native charms, May beautify a coat of arms; Realities sometimes will thrive, E'en by appearance kept alive; But by themselves, Gules, Or, and Fez, Are cyphers, neither more or less: Keep both thy head and hands from crimes, "Be honest in the worst of times: Health's on my countenance impress'd, And sweet content's my daily guest, My fame alone I build on this, And Garter King at Arms may kiss."—

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