FABLE
[
22
]
XXII
.
The
Goat
without
a
beard
.
'TIS
certain
,
that
the
modish
passions
Descend
among
the
croud
,
like
fashions
.
Excuse
me
then
;
if
pride
,
conceit
,
(
The
manners
of
the
fair
and
great
)
I
give
to
monkeys
,
asses
,
dogs
,
Fleas
,
owls
,
goats
,
butterflys
and
hogs
.
I
say
,
that
these
are
proud
.
What
then
?
I
never
said
,
they
equal
men
.
A
Goat
(
as
vain
as
goat
can
be
)
Affected
singularity
:
Whene'er
a
thymy
bank
he
found
,
He
roll'd
upon
the
fragrant
ground
,
And
then
with
fond
attention
stood
,
Fix'd
,
o'er
his
image
in
the
flood
.
I
hate
my
frowzy
beard
,
he
crys
;
My
youth
is
lost
in
this
disguise
.
Did
not
the
females
know
my
vigour
,
Well
might
they
loath
this
rev'rend
figure
.
Resolv'd
to
smooth
his
shaggy
face
,
He
sought
the
barber
of
the
place
.
A
flippant
monkey
,
spruce
and
smart
,
Hard
by
,
profest
the
dapper
art
;
His
pole
with
pewter
basons
hung
,
Black
rotten
teeth
in
order
strung
,
Rang'd
cups
,
that
in
the
window
stood
,
Lin'd
with
red
rags
,
to
look
like
blood
,
Did
well
his
threefold
trade
explain
,
Who
shav'd
,
drew
teeth
,
and
breath'd
a
vein
.
The
Goat
he
welcomes
with
an
air
,
And
seats
him
in
his
wooden
chair
,
Mouth
,
nose
and
cheek
the
lather
hides
,
Light
,
smooth
and
swift
the
razor
glides
.
I
hope
your
custom
,
Sir
,
says
pug
.
Sure
never
face
was
half
so
smug
!
The
Goat
,
impatient
for
applause
,
Swift
to
the
neighb'ring
hill
withdraws
;
The
shaggy
people
grinn'd
and
star'd
.
Heighday
!
what's
here
?
without
a
beard
!
Say
,
brother
,
whence
the
dire
disgrace
?
What
envious
hand
hath
robb'd
your
face
?
When
thus
the
fop
with
smiles
of
scorn
.
Are
beards
by
civil
nations
worn
?
Ev'n
Muscovites
have
mow'd
their
chins
.
Shall
we
,
like
formal
Capucins
,
Stubborn
in
pride
,
retain
the
mode
,
And
bear
about
the
hairy
load
?
Whene'er
we
through
the
village
stray
,
Are
we
not
mock'd
along
the
way
,
Insulted
with
loud
shouts
of
scorn
,
By
boys
our
beards
disgrac'd
and
torn
?
Were
you
no
more
with
goats
to
dwell
,
Brother
,
I
grant
you
reason
well
,
Replys
a
bearded
chief
.
Beside
,
If
boys
can
mortify
thy
pride
,
How
wilt
thou
stand
the
ridicule
Of
our
whole
flock
?
affected
fool
!
Coxcombs
,
distinguish'd
from
the
rest
,
To
all
but
coxcombs
are
a
jest
.