THE FARMER'S WIFE AND THE RAVEN. WHY are those tears? Why droops your Alas! you know the cause too well, Unhappy WIDOW, cease thy tears, Nor feel affliction in thy fears; head? Let not thy stomach be suspended Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended; Betwixt her swagging pannier's load That RAVEN on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak !) Bodes me no good. No more she said, When poor blind BALL, with stumbling tread, Fell prone; o'erturn'd the pannier lay, And her mash'd eggs bestrew'd the way. She, sprawling in the yellow road, Rail'd, swore and curs'd-Thou croaking toad, A murrain take thy whoreson throat! I knew misfortune in the note. DAME, quoth the RAVEN, spare your oaths, Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes. But why on me those curses thrown? GOODY, the fault was all your own ; For, had you laid this brittle ware the old sure-footed MARE, On DUN, Though all the RAVENS of the HUNDRED With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, Sure-footed DUN had kept his legs, And you, GOOD WOMAN, sav'd your eggs. THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye, Each little speck and blemish find; To our own stronger errors blind. A TURKEY, tir'd of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood; Behind her ran her infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. Draw near, my birds, the mother cries, This hill delicious fare supplies; Behold the busy NEGRO race; How blest, how envy'd, were our life, Of the sev'n deadly sins the worst. An ANT, who climb'd beyond his reach, Thus answer'd from the neighb'ring beech :Ere you remark another's sin, Bid thy own conscience look within. Nor for a breakfast nations kill. |