THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. AGAINST an elm a sheep was tied, A savage Boar, who near them stood, "I grant," an ancient Ram replies, "We bear no terror in our eyes; Yet think us not of soul so tame, Which no repeated wrongs inflame; Insensible of every ill, due; Because we want thy tusks to kill. THE wind was high, the window shakes: Along the silent room he stalks, Looks back, and trembles as he walks. Each lock and every bolt he tries, Then opes the chest with treasure stored, "Had the deep earth her stores confined, This heart had known sweet peace of mind. But virtue's sold. Good gods! what price O bane of good! seducing cheat! Gold sow'd the world with every ill; And power (when lodged in their possession) Thus, when the villain crams his chest, Gold is the canker of the breast; "Tis avarice, insolence, and pride, And every shocking vice beside: But when to virtuous hands 'tis given, ? |