The Fable of the Bees or Private Vices, Publick Benefits, by Bernard Mandeville

The Grumbling Hive: o r, Knaves turn’d Honest.a

A Spacious Hive well stockt 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.

T h e s e Insects liv’d like Men, and all

Our Actions they perform’d in small:

They did whatever’s done in Town,

And what belongs to Sword or Gown:

Tho’ 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 shewn

Of Soldiers, that make use of none.

V a s t 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 Stocks, and little Pains,

Jump’d into Business of great Gains;

And some were damn’d to Sythes and Spades,

And all those hard laborious Trades;

Where willing Wretches daily sweat,

And wear out Strength and Limbs to eat:

(A.)a While others follow’d Mysteries,

To which few Folks bind ’Prentices;

That want no Stock, but that of Brass,

And may set up without a Cross;1

As Sharpers, Parasites, Pimps, Players,

Pick-pockets, Coiners, Quacks, South-sayers, 2

And all those, that in Enmity,

With downright Working, cunningly

Convert to their own Use the Labour

Of their good-natur’d heedless Neighbour.

(B.) 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.

T h e 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; 1

As wer’t unlawful, that one’s own,

Without a Law-Suit, should be known.

They kept off Hearings wilfully,

To finger the refreshinga Fee;

And to defend a wicked Cause,

Examin’d and survey’d the Laws,

As Burglars Shops and Houses do,

To find out where they’d best break through.

P h y s i c i a n s 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.

A m o n g 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:a

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 b lazy Ones, for which they serv’d,

Indulg’d their Ease, with all the Graces

Of Health and Plenty in their Faces.

(C.) T h e Soldiers, that were forc’d to fight,

If they surviv’d, got Honour by’t;

Tho’ 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.

T h e i r 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;

(D.) 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,

(E.) That pay’d for’t; as your Gamesters do,

That, tho’ at fair Play, ne’er will own

Before the Losers what they’ve won.

B u t 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;

Tho’ Flail had little Cause to mutter,

Who sold the other Salt for Butter.

J u s t i c e her self, 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, tho’ she seem’d Impartial,

Where Punishment was corporal,

Pretended to a reg’lar Course,

In Murther, and all Crimes of Force;

Tho’ 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 meer Necessity,

Were ty’d up to the wretched Tree1

For Crimes, which not deserv’d that Fate,

But to secure the Rich and Great.

T h u s 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 a Great:

(F.) And Virtue, who from Politicks

Had learn’d a Thousand Cunning Tricks,

Was, by their happy Influence,

Made Friends with Vice: And ever since,

(G.) The worst of all the Multitude

Did something for the Common Good.

T h i s was the States Craft, that maintain’d

The Whole of which each Part complain’d:

This, as in Musick Harmony,b

Made Jarrings in the main agree;c

(H.) Parties directly opposite,

Assist each other a, as ’twere for Spight;

And Temp’rance with Sobriety,

Serve Drunkenness and Gluttony.

( I.) T h e Root of Evil, Avarice,

That damn’d ill-natur’d baneful Vice,

Was Slave to Prodigality,

(K.) That noble Sin; (L.) whilst Luxury

Employ’d a Million of the Poor,

(M.) And odious Pride a Million more:

(N.)b Envy it self, 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 alter’d thus their Laws,

Still finding and correcting Flaws,

They mended by Inconstancy

Faults, which no Prudence could foresee.

T h u s Vice nurs’d Ingenuity,

Which join’d with Time and Industry,

Had carry’d Life’s Conveniencies a,

(O.)b It’s real Pleasures, Comforts, Ease,

(P.) c To such a Height, the very Poor

Liv’d better than the Rich before,1

And nothing could be added more.

H o w 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, tho’ conscious of his own,

In others barb’rously bear none.

O n e, 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 Publick 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 shews ’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.

B u t, Oh ye Gods! What Consternation,

How vast and sudden was th’ Alteration!

In half an Hour, the Nation round,

Meat fell a Peny in the Pound.

The Mask Hypocrisy’s flung down,

From the great Statesman to the Clown:

And some in 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 lessa can thrive,

Than Lawyers in an honest Hive,

All, except those that got enough,

With Inkhorns by their sides troop’d off.

J u s t i c e hang’d some, set others free;

And after Goal delivery,

Her Presence beingb 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 Goalers, Turnkeys and Assistants:

Before the Goddess, at some distance,

Her chief and faithful Minister,

’Squire Ca t c h,1 the Law’s great Finisher,

Bore not th’ imaginary Sword,2

But his own Tools, an Ax and Cord:

Then on a Cloud the Hood-wink’d Fair,

J u s t i c e her self was push’d by Air:

About her Chariot, and behind,

Were Serjeants, Bums3 of every kind,

Tip-staffs, and all those Officers,

That squeeze a Living out of Tears.

T h o’ Physick liv’d, while Folks were ill,

None would prescribe, but Bees of skill,

Which through the Hive dispers’d so wide,

That none of thema 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.

T h e i r Clergy rous’d from Laziness,

Laid not their Charge on Journey-Bees;1

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 there 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,a

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’ler Board and Bed.

A m o n g the King’s great Ministers,

And all th’ inferior Officers

The Change was great; (Q)a 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,

Tho’ 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,

By which some thousands more are gone.

(R.)b No Honour now could be content,

To live and owe for what was spent;

Liv’ries in Brokers Shops are hung,

They part with Coaches for a Song;

Sell stately Horses by whole Sets;

And Country-Houses, to pay Debts.

V a i n Cost is shunn’d as much as Fraud;

They have no Forces kept Abroad;

Laugh at th’ Esteem of Foreigners,

And empty Glory got by Wars;

They fight, but for their Country’s sake,

When Right or Liberty’s at Stake.

N o w mind the glorious Hive, and see

How Honesty and Trade agree.

The Shew is gone, it thins apace;

And looks with quite another Face.

For ’twas not only that They went,

By whom vast Sums were Yearly spent;

But Multitudes that liv’d on them,

Were daily forc’d to do the same.

In vain to other Trades they’d fly;

All were o’er-stock’d accordingly.

T h e Price of Land and Houses falls;

Mirac’lous Palaces, whose Walls,

Like those of Thebes, were rais’d by Play,1

Are to be let; while the once gay,

Well-seated Houshold Gods would be

More pleas’d to expirea in Flames, than see

The mean Inscription on the Door

Smile at the lofty ones they bore.

The building Trade is quite destroy’d,

Artificers are not employ’d;

(S.)b No Limner for his Art is fam’d,

Stone-cutters, Carvers are not nam’d.

T h o s e, that remain’d, grown temp’rate, strive,

Not how to spend, but how to live,

And, when they paid their Tavern Score,

Resolv’d to enter it no more:

No Vintner’s Jilt in all the Hive

Could wear now Cloth of Gold, and thrive;

Nor Torcol such vast Sums advance,

For Burgundy and Ortelans;

The Courtier’s gone, that with his Miss

Supp’d at his House on Christmas Peas;

Spending as much in two Hours stay,

As keeps a Troop of Horse a Day.

T h e haughty Chloe, to live Great,

Had made her (T.)c Husband rob the State:

But now she sells her Furniture,

Which th’ Indies had been ransack’d for;

Contracts th’ expensive Bill of Fare,

And wears her strong Suit a whole Year:

The slight and fickle Age is past;

And Clothes, as well as Fashions, last.

Weavers, that join’d rich Silk with Plate,

And all the Trades subordinate,

Are gone. Still Peace and Plenty reign,

And every Thing is cheap, tho’ plain:

Kind Nature, free from Gard’ners Force,

Allows all Fruits in her own Course;

But Rarities cannot be had,

Where Pains to get thema are not paid.

A s Pride and Luxury decrease,

So by degrees they leave the Seas.

Not Merchants now, butb Companies

Remove whole Manufactories.

All Arts and Crafts neglected lie;

(V.)c Content, the Bane of Industry,1

Makes ’em admire their homely Store,

And neither seek nor covet more.

S o few in the vast Hive remain,

The hundredth Part they can’t maintain

Against th’ Insults of numerous Foes;

Whom yet they valiantly oppose:

’Till some well-fenc’d Retreat is found,

And here they die or stand their Ground.

No Hireling in their Army’s known;

But bravely fighting for their own,

Their Courage and Integrity

At last were crown’d with Victory.

They triumph’d not without their Cost,

For many Thousand Bees were lost.

Hard’ned with Toils and Exercise,

They counted Ease it self a Vice;

Which so improv’d their Temperance;

That, to avoid Extravagance,

They flew into a hollow Tree,

Blest with Content and Honesty.

The Moral.

Thenleave Complaints: Fools only strive

(X.) aTo make a Great an Honest Hive

(Y.) bT’ enjoy the World’s Conveniencies,c

Be fam’d in War, yet live in Ease,

Without great Vices, is a vain

Eutopiaseated in the Brain.

Fraud, Luxury and Pride must live,

While we the Benefits receive:

Hunger’s a dreadful Plague, no doubt,

Yet who digests or thrives without?

Do we not owe the Growth of Wine

To the dry shabby crookeddVine?

Which, while its Shoots neglected stood,

Chok’d other Plants, and ran to Wood;

But blest us with its noble Fruit,

As soon as it was ty’d and cut:

So Vice is beneficial found,

When it’s by Justice lopt and bound;

Nay, where the People would be great,

As necessary to the State,

As Hunger is to make ’em eat.

Bare Virtue can’t make Nations live

In Splendor; they, that would revive

A Golden Age, must be as free,

For Acorns, as for Honesty.1


a: or, Knavesturn’d Honest] om. in heading, although present on title-page, 05

a (A.), (B.), etc.] No reference letters in 05

1 Without money. A cross was a small coin.

2 Cf. Butler’s posthumous Upon the Weakness and Misery of Man:

. . . bawds, whores, and usurers,

Pimps, scriv’ners, silenc’d ministers,

That get estates by being undone

For tender conscience, and have none,

Like those that with their credit drive

A trade, without a stock, and thrive . . .

Had Mandeville perhaps seen a MS. of Butler’s poem (published 1759)? The poem, incidentally, stated,

Our holiest actions have been

Th’ effects of wickedness and sin . .

1 Mortgaged estates.

a retaining 05

a Sailors:] Sailors, 32

b Some 05–23

1 Cf. Livy i. 26: ‘infelici arbori reste suspendito’; also Cicero, Pro C. Rabirio iv. 13.

a ’em 05

b Harmony,] Harmony 25–32

c agree;] agree, 32

a oth’r 05

b (N.) om. 14

a Conveniences 32

b (N.) 14

c (O.) 14

1 Of these lines and their elaboration in Remark P, I note two anticipations (not necessarily sources): ‘ . . . a king of a large and fruitful territory there [America] feeds, lodges, and is clad worse than a day-labourer in England’ (Locke, Of Civil Government 11. v. 41); and ‘ . . . a King of India is not so well lodg’d, and fed, and cloath’d, as a Day-labourer of England’ (Considerations on the East-India Trade, in Select Collection of Early English Tracts on Commerce, ed. Political Economy Club, 1856, p. 594).

a else 32

b be’ng 14–25

1 ‘Jack Ketch’ had become a generic term for executioners.

2 Probably the sword of justice, although a note in the French translation explains it differently (ed. 1750, i. 21): ‘On ne se sert dans les executions en Angleterre que de la hache pour trancher la tête, jamais de l’Epée. C’est pour cela qu’il donne le nom d’imaginaire à cette Epée qu’on attribue au Bourreau.’

3 Bumbailiffs.

a ’em 05

1 ‘Journeyman parson’ was a slang term for a curate.

a Cares,] Cares; 24–32

a (P.) 14

b (Q.) 14

1 A footnote in the French translation (ed. 1750, i. 27) says: ‘L’Auteur veut parler des bâtimens élevés pour l’Opera & la Comèdie. Amphion, après avoir chassé Cadmus & sa Femme du lieu de leur demeure, y bâtit la Ville de Thèbes, en y attirant les pierres avec ordre & mesure, par l’harmonie merveilleuse de son divin Luth.’ It is possible, however, that Mandeville intended a pun on ‘Play’ as meaning both music and gambling.

a to expire] t’expire 05–25

b (R.) 14

c (T.) om 14

a ’em 05–29

b But 32

c (S.) 14

1 Compare Locke’s reflection: ‘When a man is perfectly content with the state he is in — which is when he is perfectly without any uneasiness — what industry, what action, what will is there left, but to continue in it? . . . And thus we see our all-wise Maker, suitably to our constitution and frame, and knowing what it is that determines the will, has put into man the uneasiness of hunger: and thirst, and other natural desires, that return at their seasons, to move and determine their wills, for the preservation of themselves, and the continuation of their species’ (Essay concerning Human Understanding, ed. Fraser, 1894, 11. xxi. 34).

a (T.) 14

b (V.) 14

c Conveniences 32

d shabby crooked] crooked, shabby 05

1 In its use of feminine endings the Grumbling Hive is less Hudibrastic than is Mandeville’s other verse, containing only some seven per cent of these endings as against the twenty per cent of Mandeville’s verse as a whole and the thirty-five per cent of his translations from Scarron in Typhon (1704) and Wishes to a Godson (1712). Perhaps Mandeville consciously imitated this feature of Hudibras, a poem which he twice quoted (Treatise, ed. 1711, p. 94, and Origin of Honour, p. 134) and whose author he called ‘the incomparable Butler’ (Treatise, p. 94).

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