Triumphant plenty shines all o'er,
And the fat melts at ev'ry pore!
While I, alas! decay'd and old,
With hunger pin'd, and stiff with cold,
With many a howl and hideous groan,
Tell the relentless woods my moan.
Pr'ythee (my happy friend!) impart
Thy wondrous, cunning, thriving art."
"Why, faith, I'll tell thee as a friend,
But first thy surly manners mend ;
Be complaisant, obliging, kind,
And leave the Wolf for once behind."
The Wolf, whose mouth began to water,
With joy and rapture gallop'd after,
When thus the Dog: "At bed and board,
I share the plenty of my lord;
From ev'ry guest I claim a fee,
Who court my lord by bribing me.
In mirth I revel all the day,
And many a game at romps I play :
I fetch and carry, leap o'er sticks,
With twenty such diverting tricks."
"'Tis pretty, faith," the Wolf reply'd,
And on his neck the collar spy'd:
He starts, and without more ado,
He bids the abject wretch adieu :
"Enjoy your dainties, friend; to me
The noblest feast is liberty:
The famish'd Wolf, upon these desert plains,
Is happier than a fawning cur in chains."
HOW few with patience can endure
The evils they themselves procure.
A Nightingale, with snares beset,
At last was taken in a net:
When first she found her wings confin'd,
She beat and flutter'd in the wind,
Still thinking she could fly away;
Still hoping to regain the spray :
But, finding there was no retreat,
Her little heart with anger beat;
Nor did it aught abate her rage;
To be transmitted to a cage.
The wire apartment, tho' commodious,
To her appear'd excessive odious;
And though it furnish'd drink and meat,
She car'd not, for she could not eat;
'Twas not supplying her with food;
She lik'd to gather it from the wood:
And water clear, her thirst to slake,
She chose to sip from the cool lake:
And, when she sung herself to rest,
'Twas in what hedge she lik'd the best:
And thus, because she was not free,
Hating the chain of slavery,
She rather added link to link:
-Just so men reach misfortune's brink.
At length, revolving on her state,
She cries, "I might have met worse fate,
Been seiz'd by kites or prowling cat,
Or stifled in a school boy's hat;
Or been the first unlucky mark,
Sure hit by some fantastic spark."
Then conscience told her, want of care
Had made her fall into the snare;
That men were free their nets to throw ;
And birds were free to come or go:
And all the evils she lamented,
By caution might have been prevented.
So, on her perch more pleas'd she stood,
And peck'd the kindly offer'd food;
Resolv'd, with patience, to endure
Ills she had brought, but could not cure.
WO hungry Foxes once agreed
To execute a bloody deed,
And make the farmer's poultry bleed. Thus, as their rage was very hot, Cocks, hens, and chickens went to pot.
The one (the slaughter being o'er)
Young, and a perfect epicure,
Propos'd on all the spoil to sup,
And at one meal to eat it up.
The other old, at heart a miser,
Refus'd his scheme, and thought it wiser To lay aside some of the prey,
And so provide for a bad day.
"Listen, my child," says he, "to age; Experience has made me sage:
I know the various turns of fate:
How changeable is every state!
A mighty treasure we have found;
Success has all our wishes crown'd;
See! the vast havoc all around!
Oh let us not be lavish, son,
Nor throw away what we have won!
Oh let us not consume our store,
But, being frugal, make it more!"
"Your fine harangue," replies the other,
"Might take, were I a griping brother:
But, as I'm generous and free,
It ne'er shall have effect on me.
I'll live, old daddy, while I may
Indulge my noble self with prey,
And feast in spite of all you say.
But should I not-why, to our sorrow,
The fowls will stink before to-morrow.
If we return-the clown will watch us;
And, hang the dog, he 'll surely catch us:
In ambush he will watch our waters,
Or else with dogs beat up our quarters."
This said, each fox himself obey'd,
Pursu'd the scheme that he had laid.
The younger one fell to the meat ;-
And died o'ercharg'd with what he eat.
The old one, as with joy next morning,
To his hid spoil he was returning,
Ta'en by the farmer in surprise,
Fell by his hand a sacrifice.
Thus each man has his ruling passion, And ev'ry age its inclination:
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