For ev'ry thing alive complain'd That he the hardest life fuftain'd. Jove calls his Eagle. At the word The Bird, obedient, from heav'n's height Then cited ev'ry living thing, To hear the mandates of his king. Let each his difcontent reveal. Το yon four dog I first appeal. Hard is my lot, the hound replies. On what fleet nerves the greyhound flies. While I with weary step and flow O'er plains and vales and mountains go; The morning fees my chafe begun, Nor ends it till the fetting fun. When (fays the greyhound) I pursue, My game is loft, or caught in view, And, had I his fagacious fcent, Jove ne'er had heard my discontent. The lyon crav'd the fox's art; The fox, the lyon's force and heart; The cock implor'd the pidgeon's flight, Thus, envious of another's ftate, Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate. The The bird of heav'n then cry'd aloud. Jove bids disperse the murm'ring croud: The God rejects your idle prayers. Would ye, rebellious mutineers, Entirely change your name and nature, And be the very envy'd creature? Be happy then, and learn content. And proud ambition of mankind. A FABLE V. The WILD BOAR and the RAM. GAINST an elm a fheep was ty'd, The butcher's knife in blood was dy'd; The patient flock, in filent fright, From far beheld the horrid fight; A A favage Boar, who near them ftood, All cowards fhould be ferv'd like you. We bear no terror in our eyes, Which no repeated wrongs inflame, Because we want thy tusks to kill. Give to themselves the vengeance due, |