A guinea with her touch you fee Take ev'ry shape, but Charity; The Juggler now in grief of heart, FABLE FABLE XLIII. The COUNCIL of HORSES. UPON a time a neighing steed, Who graz'd among a num'rous breed, Good gods! how abject is our race, Shall Shall we our fervitude retain, Because our fires have borne the chain? To drag the plough-fhare through the foil, A general nod approv'd the cause, When, lo! with grave and folemn pace, And, And, to the murmurs of the train, Thus fpoke the Neftor of the plain. When I had health and ftrength, like you, Now grateful man rewards my pains, The tumult ceas'd. The colt fubmitted. FABLE FABLE XLIV. The HOUND and the HUNTSMAN. IMPERTINENCE at first is born The morning wakes, the Huntfman founds They feek the wood with eager pace, Through bufh, through brier explore the chace. Now fcatter'd wide, they try the plain, And fnuff the dewy turf in vain. What |