FABLE XXXVII. The FARMER'S WIFE and the RAVEN. WHY are thofe tears? why droops your heads? Is then your other husband dead ? Or does a worse difgrace betide? The falt is fpilt, to me it fell. Let not thy ftomach be fufpended; Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended; When poor blind Ball, with ftumbling tread, Rail'd, fwore and curs'd. Thou croaking toad, I knew misfortune in the note. Dame, quoth the Raven, fpare your oaths, But why on me thofe curfes thrown ? And you, good woman, fav'd your eggs. FABLE F A A BLE XXXVIII. The TURKEY and the AN T. N other men we faults can spy, IN And blame the moat that dims their eye, Each little fpeck and blemish find, To our own ftronger errors blind. A Turkey tir'd of common food, Draw near, my birds, the mother cries, Behold, Behold, the bufy Negro race, Fear not. See, millions blacken all the place How blefs'd, how envy'd were our life, An Ant, who climb'd beyond his reach, Bid thy own conscience look within; F ABLE FABLE XXXIX. The FATHER and JUPITER. THE HE Man to Jove his fuit preferr'd ; He begg'd a wife. His prayer was heard. JOVE wonder'd at his bold addreffing: For how precarious is the bleffing: A wife he takes. And now for heirs Again he worries heav'n with prayers. Jove nods affent. Two hopeful boys And a fine girl reward his joys. Now, more folicitous he grew, And fet their future lives in view; |