The Poetry Corner

The Jackall, Leopard, And Beasts.

By John Gay

(To a Modern Politician.) I grant these facts: corruption sways, Self-interest does pervert man's ways; That bribes do blind; that present crimes Do equal those of former times: Can I against plain facts engage To vindicate the present age? I know that bribes in modern palm Can nobler energies encalm; That where such argument exists There itching is in modern fists. And hence you hold that politicians Should drive their nails on such conditions, So they might penetrate sans bending, And win your way past comprehending. Premising no reflection's meant, Unto such doctrine I dissent. The barrister is bound to plead Upon the side on which he 's fee'd; And so in every other trade Is duty, by the guinea, paid. Man, we are taught, is prone to evil - That does not vindicate the devil: Besides, man, in his own behoof, Contrives to hide the cloven hoof. Nor is corruption of late date, - 'Twas known in every age and state; And where corruption was employed The public welfare was destroyed. Next see court minions in disgrace, Stripped of their treasure, stripped of place; What now is all their pride and boast, - The servile slave, the flattering host, The tongues that fed him with applause, The noisy champions of their cause? They press the foremost to accuse His selfish jobs and paltry views. Ah, me! short-sighted were the fools, And false, aye false, the hireling tools. Was it such sycophants to get Corruption swelled the public debt? This motto would not shine amiss - Write, "Point d'argent et point de Suisse." The lion is the noblest brute, With parts and valour past dispute, And yet it is by all averred His rule to jackalls is transferred. A rascal jackall once on law And property put down his paw. The forest groaned brute-discontent, And swore its injuries to resent: The jackall heard it, and with fear He saw disgrace approaching near. He said and thought: "I must defeat Malicious tongues, and guard my seat; Strengthen myself with new allies, And then this clamour may despise." Unto the generous brutes he fawned; The generous brutes the jackall scorned. What must he do? Friends must be made, And proselytes by bribes be paid; For think not a brute's paw withstands The bribe which dirties human hands. A hog o'er cabbage said his benison; The wolf was won by haunch of venison; A pullet won the fox; a thistle Tickled the donkey's tongue of gristle. But now the royal leopard rose The tricksy jackall to oppose: And as the rats will leave in lurch The falling walls of house or church, So did each briber cut and run To worship at the rising sun. The hog with warmth expressed his zeal, So did the wolf for public weal, - But claimed their venison and cabbage. The fox the like - without disparage Unto his perquisites of geese. The donkey asked a common's lease. "Away," the leopard said, "ye crew, Whose conscience honesty ne'er knew! Away, I say, with all the tribe Who dare to ask or take a bribe: Cudgels, and not rewards, are due To such time-serving tools as you!"