Behind she hears the hunter's cries, The Horse replied: "Poor honest Puss, And all your friends are in the rear.” "Since every beast alive can tell I you well; may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence; a favourite cow The Goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye : "My back," says he, "may do you harm; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.” The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd How strong are those! how weak am I! FABLES. PART II. ADVERTISEMENT. These Fables were finished by Mr. GAY, and intended for the press a short time before his death. They were left, with his other papers, to the care of his noble friend and patron the Duke of Queensberry; who permitted them to be printed from the originals in the Author's own handwriting. |