A spacious hive well stock’d with bees,
That liv’d in luxury and ease;
And yet as fam’d for laws and arms,
As yielding large and early swarms;
Was counted the great nursery
Of sciences and industry.
No bees had better government,
More fickleness, or less content:
They were not slaves to tyranny.
Nor rul’d by wild democracy;
But kings, that could not wrong, because
Their power was circumscrib’d by laws.
These insects liv’d like men, and all
Our actions they performed in small:
They did whatever’s done in town,
And what belongs to sword or gown:
Though th’ artful works, by nimble slight
Of minute limbs, ’scap’d human sight;
Yet we’ve no engines, labourers,
Ships, castles, arms, artificers,
Craft, science, shop, or instrument,
But they had an equivalent:
Which, since their language is unknown,
Must be call’d, as we do our own.
As grant, that among other things,
They wanted dice, yet they had kings;
And those had guards; from whence we may
Justly conclude, they had some play;
Unless a regiment be shown
Of soldiers, that make use of none.
Vast numbers throng’d the fruitful hive;
Yet those vast numbers made ’em thrive;
Millions endeavouring to supply
Each other’s lust and vanity;
While other millions were employ’d,
To see their handy-works destroy’d;
They furnish’d half the universe;
Yet had more work than labourers.
Some with vast flocks, and little pains,
Jump’d into business of great gains;
And some were damn’d to scythes and spades,
And all those hard laborious trades;
Where willing wretches daily sweat,
And wear out strength and limbs to eat:
While others follow’d mysteries,
To which few folks binds ’prentices;
That want no stock, but that of brass,
And may set up without a cross;
As sharpers, parasites, pimps, players,
Pickpockets, coiners, quacks, soothsayers,
And all those, that in enmity,
With downright working, cunningly
Convert to their own use the labour
Of their good-natur’d heedless neighbour.
These were call’d Knaves, but bar the name,
The grave industrious were the same:
All trades and places knew some cheat,
No calling was without deceit.
The lawyers, of whose art the basis
Was raising feuds and splitting cases,
Oppos’d all registers, that cheats
Might make more work with dipt estates;
As were’t unlawful, that one’s own,
Without a law-suit, should be known.
They kept off hearings wilfully,
To finger the refreshing fee;
And to defend a wicked cause,
Examin’d and survey’d the laws,
As burglar’s shops and houses do,
To find out where they’d best break through.
Physicians valu’d fame and wealth
Above the drooping patient’s health,
Or their own skill: the greatest part
Study’d, instead of rules of art,
Grave pensive looks and dull behaviour,
To gain th’ apothecary’s favour;
The praise of midwives, priests, and all
That serv’d at birth or funeral.
To bear with th’ ever-talking tribe,
And hear my lady’s aunt prescribe;
With formal smile, and kind how d’ye,
To fawn on all the family;
And, which of all the greatest curse is,
T’ endure th’ impertinence of nurses.
Among the many priests of Jove,
Hir’d to draw blessings from above,
Some few were learn’d and eloquent,
But thousands hot and ignorant:
Yet all pass’d muster that could hide
Their sloth, lust, avarice and pride;
For which they were as fam’d as tailors
For cabbage, or for brandy sailors,
Some, meagre-look’d, and meanly clad,
Would mystically pray for bread,
Meaning by that an ample store,
Yet lit’rally received no more;
And, while these holy drudges starv’d,
The lazy ones, for which they serv’d,
Indulg’d their ease, with all the graces
Of health and plenty in their faces.
The soldiers, that were forc’d to fight,
If they surviv’d, got honour by’t;
Though some, that shunn’d the bloody fray,
Had limbs shot off, that ran away:
Some valiant gen’rals fought the foe;
Others took bribes to let them go:
Some ventur’d always where ’twas warm,
Lost now a leg, and then an arm;
Till quite disabled, and put by,
They liv’d on half their salary;
While others never came in play,
And staid at home for double pay.
Their kings were serv’d, but knavishly,
Cheated by their own ministry;
Many, that for their welfare slaved,
Robbing the very crown they saved:
Pensions were small, and they liv’d high,
Yet boasted of their honesty.
Calling, whene’er they strain’d their right,
The slipp’ry trick a perquisite;
And when folks understood their cant,
They chang’d that for emolument;
Unwilling to be short or plain,
In any thing concerning gain;
For there was not a bee but would
Get more, I won’t say, than he should;
But than he dar’d to let them know,
That pay’d for’t; as your gamesters do,
That, though at fair play, ne’er will own
Before the losers that they’ve won.
But who can all their frauds repeat?
The very stuff which in the street
They sold for dirt t’ enrich the ground,
Was often by the buyers found
Sophisticated with a quarter
Of good-for-nothing stones and mortar;
Though Flail had little cause to mutter.
Who sold the other salt for butter.
Justice herself, fam’d for fair dealing,
By blindness had not lost her feeling;
Her left hand, which the scales should hold,
Had often dropt ’em, brib’d with gold;
And, though she seem’d impartial,
Where punishment was corporal,
Pretended to a reg’lar course,
In murder, and all crimes of force;
Though some first pillory’d for cheating,
Were hang’d in hemp of their own beating;
Yet, it was thought, the sword she bore
Check’d but the desp’rate and the poor;
That, urg’d by mere necessity,
Were ty’d up to the wretched tree
For crimes, which not deserv’d that fate,
But to secure the rich and great.
Thus every part was full of vice,
Yet the whole mass a paradise;
Flatter’d in peace, and fear’d in wars
They were th’ esteem of foreigners,
And lavish of their wealth and lives,
The balance of all other hives.
Such were the blessings of that state;
Their crimes conspir’d to make them great:
And virtue, who from politics
Has learn’d a thousand cunning tricks,
Was, by their happy influence,
Made friends with vice: And ever since,
The worst of all the multitude
Did something for the common good.
This was the state’s craft, that maintain’d
The whole of which each part complain’d:
This, as in music harmony
Made jarrings in the main agree,
Parties directly opposite,
Assist each other, as ’twere for spite;
And temp’rance with sobriety, 175
Serve drunkenness and gluttony.
The root of evil, avarice,
That damn’d ill-natur’d baneful vice,
Was slave to prodigality,
That noble sin; whilst luxury
Employ’d a million of the poor,
And odious pride a million more:
Envy itself, and vanity,
Were ministers of industry;
Their darling folly, fickleness,
In diet, furniture, and dress,
That strange ridic’lous vice, was made
The very wheel that turn’d the trade.
Their laws and clothes were equally
Objects of mutability!
For, what was well done for a time,
In half a year became a crime;
Yet while they altered thus their laws,
Still finding and correcting flaws,
They mended by inconstancy
Faults, which no prudence could foresee.
Thus vice nurs’d ingenuity,
Which join’d the time and industry,
Had carry’d life’s conveniences,
Its real pleasures, comforts, ease,
To such a height, the very poor }
Liv’d better than the rich before.
And nothing could be added more.
How vain is mortal happiness!
Had they but known the bounds of bliss;
And that perfection here below
Is more than gods can well bestow;
The grumbling brutes had been content
With ministers and government.
But they, at every ill success,
Like creatures lost without redress,
Curs’d politicians, armies, fleets;
While every one cry’d, damn the cheats,
And would, though conscious of his own,
In others barb’rously bear none.
One, that had got a princely store,
By cheating master, king, and poor,
Dar’d cry aloud, the land must sink
For all its fraud; and whom d’ye think
The sermonizing rascal chid?
A glover that sold lamb for kid.
The least thing was not done amiss,
Or cross’d the public business;
But all the rogues cry’d brazenly,
Good gods, had we but honesty!
Merc’ry smil’d at th’ impudence,
And others call’d it want of sense,
Always to rail at what they lov’d:
But Jove with indignation mov’d,
At last in anger swore, he’d rid
The bawling hive of fraud; and did.
The very moment it departs,
And honesty fills all their hearts;
There shows ’em, like th’ instructive tree,
Those crimes which they’re asham’d to see;
Which now in silence they confess,
By blushing at their ugliness:
Like children, that would hide their faults,
And by their colour own their thoughts:
Imag’ning, when they’re look’d upon,
That others see what they have done.
But, O ye gods! what consternation,
How vast and sudden was th’ alteration!
In half an hour, the nation round,
Meat fell a penny in the pound.
The mask hypocrisy’s sitting down,
From the great statesman to the clown:
And in some borrow’d looks well known,
Appear’d like strangers in their own.
The bar was silent from that day;
For now the willing debtors pay,
Ev’n what’s by creditors forgot;
Who quitted them that had it not.
Those that were in the wrong, stood mute,
And dropt the patch’d vexatious suit:
On which since nothing else can thrive,
Than lawyers in an honest hive,
All, except those that got enough,
With inkhorns by their sides troop’d off.
Justice hang’d some, set others free;
And after gaol delivery,
Her presence being no more requir’d,
With all her train and pomp retir’d.
First march’d some smiths with locks and grates,
Fetters, and doors with iron plates:
Next gaolers, turnkeys and assistants:
Before the goddess, at some distance,
Her chief and faithful minister,
’Squire Catch, the law’s great finisher,
Bore not th’ imaginary sword,
But his own tools, an ax and cord:
Then on a cloud the hood-wink’d fair,
Justice herself was push’d by air:
About her chariot, and behind,
Were serjeants, bums of every kind,
Tip-staffs, and all those officers,
That squeeze a living out of tears.
Though physic liv’d, while folks were ill,
None would prescribe, but bees of skill,
Which through the hive dispers’d so wide,
That none of them had need to ride;
Wav’d vain disputes, and strove to free
The patients of their misery;
Left drugs in cheating countries grown,
And us’d the product of their own;
Knowing the gods sent no disease,
To nations without remedies.
Their clergy rous’d from laziness,
Laid not their charge on journey-bees;
But serv’d themselves, exempt from vice,
The gods with pray’r and sacrifice;
All those, that were unfit, or knew,
Their service might be spar’d, withdrew:
Nor was their business for so many,
(If th’ honest stand in need of any,)
Few only with the high-priest staid,
To whom the rest obedience paid:
Himself employ’d in holy cares;
Resign’d to others state-affairs.
He chas’d no starv’ling from his door,
Nor pinch’d the wages of the poor:
But at his house the hungry’s fed, }
The hireling finds unmeasur’d bread,
The needy trav’ller board and bed.
Among the king’s great ministers,
And all th’ inferior officers,
The change was great; for frugally
They now liv’d on their salary:
That a poor bee should ten times come
To ask his due, a trifling sum,
And by some well-hir’d clerk be made
To give a crown, or ne’er be paid,
Would now be call’d a downright cheat,
Though formerly a perquisite.
All places manag’d first by three,
Who watch’d each other’s knavery
And often for a fellow-feeling,
Promoted one another’s stealing,
Are happily supply’d by one,