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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 117-187. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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The MONKIES , a TALE . By the Same . WHOE'ER with curious eye has rang'd Thro' Ovid's tales , has seen How Jove , incens'd , to monkies chang'd A tribe of worthless men . Repentant soon th' offending race Intreat the injur'd pow'r , To give them back the human face , And reason's aid restore . Jove , sooth'd at length , his ear inclin'd , And granted half their pray'r ; But t'other half he bade the wind Disperse in empty air . Scarce had the thund'rer giv'n the nod That shook the vaulted skies , With haughtier air the creatures strode , And stretch'd their dwindled size . The hair in curls luxuriant now Around their temples spread ; The tail that whilom hung below , Now dangled from the head . The head remains unchang'd within , Nor alter'd much the face ; It still retains its native grin , And all its old grimace . Thus half transform'd and half the same , Jove bade them take their place , ( Restoring them their ancient claim ) Among the human race . Man with contempt the brute survey'd , Nor would a name bestow ; But woman lik'd the motley breed , And call'd the thing a Beau .