A Monkey, to reform the times,   Resolved to visit foreign climes;
  For men in distant regions roam,
  To bring politer manners home.
  So forth he fares, all toil defies;
  Misfortune serves to make us wise.
    At length the treacherous snare was laid;
  Poor Pug was caught, to town conveyed;
  There sold. How envied was his doom,
  Made captive in a lady's room!
  Proud as a lover of his chains,
  He day by day her favour gains.
  Whene'er the duty of the day
  The toilette calls, with mimic play
  He twirls her knot, he cracks her fan,
  Like any other gentleman.
  In visits, too, his parts and wit,
  When jests grew dull, were sure to hit.
  Proud with applause, he thought his mind
  In every courtly art refined;
  Like Orpheus, burned with public zeal
  To civilize the monkey weal:
  So watched occasion, broke his chain,
  And sought his native woods again.
    The hairy sylvans round him press
  Astonished at his strut and dress.
  Some praise his sleeve, and others gloat
  Upon his rich embroidered coat;
  His dapper periwig commending,
  With the black tail behind depending;
  His powdered back above, below,
  Like hoary frost or fleecy snow:
  But all, with envy and desire,
  His fluttering shoulder-knot admire.
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