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 182 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Mean while a Sage, amidst the Croud, Thus, with a Precept wise and loud, �Check'd the Vain-glorious Boy ; By telling him, who now grew proud, That tho' with Beauty 'twas endow'd, �The Figure was a Toy: �Of no Advantage to the State, 'Twou'd neither combate, nor debate, �But idly stand alone; Bids him beware, whilst Men create In Stone thus his Resemblance great, He prove not like the stone. �THE HOG, THE SHEEP, AND GOAT, CARRYING TO A �FAIR �Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, �And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a -quick, and far extended Sight, Tho' it too often multiplies his Cares? And who has greater Sense, but greater Sorrow shares? �This felt the Swine, now carrying to the Knife ; �And whilst the Lamb and silent Goat In the same fatal Cart lay void of Strife, �He widely stretches his foreboding Throat, Deaf'ning the easy Crew with his outragious Note. �The angry Driver chides th'unruly Beast, �And bids him all this Noise forbear; Nor be more loud, nor clamorous than the rest, �Who with him travel'd to the neighb'ring Fair. And quickly shou'd arrive, and be unfetter' d there. �This, quoth the Swine, I do believe, is true, And see we're very near the Town ; ��� �