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“ When (says the Greyhound) I pursue, 25. My game is lost, or caught in view; Beyond my fight the prey's fecure; The Hound is flow, but always sure; And; had I his fagacious fcent, Jove ne’er had heard my discontent."
The Lion cray'd the Fox's art; The Fox the Lion's force and heart : The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's fight, Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light: The Pigeon strength of wing despis’d, 35 And the Cock's matchless valour priz’d. The fishes with’d to graze the plain ; The Beasts, to skim beneath the main.. Thus, rious another's state, Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate.
The Bird of Heaven then cry'd aloud : “ Jove bids disperse the murmuring crowd ; The God rejects your idle prayers. Would ye, rebellious Mutineers ! Entirely change your name and nature, 45 And be the very envy'd creature ? What! silent all, and none consent? Be happy, then, and learn content; Nor imitate the restless mind, And proud ambition, of mankind.”
F A B L E
THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. *
GAINST an elm a sheep was ty’d,
The butcher's knife in blood was dy'd;
“ All cowards should be serv'd like you.
“ I grant, an ancient Ram replies,
Our skin supplies the wrangling bar,
HE wind was high, the window shakes,
With sudden start the Miser wakes ;
5 In every
creek and corner pries;
“ Had the deep earth her stores confin'd,
Twas gold instructed coward-hearts
25 Virtue resides on earth no more !” He spoke, and figh'd. In angry mood Plutus, his god, before him ftood. The Miser, trembling, lock'd his cheft; 'The Vision frown'd, and thus address’d:
“ Whence is this vile ungrateful rant,
THE LION, THE FOX, AND THE GEESE.
LION, tir'd with state-affairs,
Quite fick of pomp, and worn with cares, Resoly'd (remote from noise and strife) In peace to pass his latter life. It was proclaim'd; the day was set ;
5 Behold the general council met. The Fox was viceroy nam'd. The crowd To the new regent humbly bow'd. Wolves, bears, and mighty tigers, bend, And strive who most shall condescend. He straight assumes a solemn grace, Collects his wifdom in his face. The crowd admire his wit, his sense ; Each word hath weight and consequence. The flatterer all his art displays:
15 He who hath power is sure of praise. A Fox ftept forth before the rest, And thus the servile throng addreft:
“ How vast his talents, born to rule, And train'd in Virtue's honeft school! What Clemency his temper sways ! How uncorrupt are all his ways ! Beneath his conduct and command, Rapine shall cease to waste the land... His brain hath stratagem and art ;
25 Prudence and mercy rule his heart.