Truth in Fiction Or, Morality in Masquerade. A Collection of Two hundred twenty five Select Fables of Aesop, and other Authors. Done into English Verse. By Edmund Arwaker |
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A clean, sleek Dog, of more than common Parts,
By fawning, and insinuating Arts,
Did on his Master's Favour so prevail,
That he was stroak'd, whene'er he wagg'd his Tail;
And from his Trencher shill was nicely fed,
Possess'd his Lap all Day, all Night, his Bed.
By fawning, and insinuating Arts,
Did on his Master's Favour so prevail,
That he was stroak'd, whene'er he wagg'd his Tail;
And from his Trencher shill was nicely fed,
Possess'd his Lap all Day, all Night, his Bed.
While an Observing Ass, that saw, and griev'd
To find his Service not so well receiv'd,
Thought, if smooth Mumper did so hugely please,
By idle and unprofitable Ease;
'Twas hard, that He, who heavy Burdens bore,
Was wrought and lash'd 'till Back and Sides were sore:
Therefore resolv'd he wou'd new Measures take,
And, by like Ways, like Friendships hope to make.
Pleas'd with this Thought, he hastes, his Lord to meet,
And on his Shoulders claps his beastly Feet;
And, tho' the dirty Hoofs his Cloaths defile,
Fancies himself Obliging all the while.
But, at this barbarous Salute, afraid,
The Master calls the Servants to his Aid:
With Stripes they drive the shallow Monster thence,
Whose rude Address had giv'n the foul Offence.
To find his Service not so well receiv'd,
Thought, if smooth Mumper did so hugely please,
By idle and unprofitable Ease;
'Twas hard, that He, who heavy Burdens bore,
Was wrought and lash'd 'till Back and Sides were sore:
Therefore resolv'd he wou'd new Measures take,
And, by like Ways, like Friendships hope to make.
Pleas'd with this Thought, he hastes, his Lord to meet,
And on his Shoulders claps his beastly Feet;
And, tho' the dirty Hoofs his Cloaths defile,
Fancies himself Obliging all the while.
But, at this barbarous Salute, afraid,
The Master calls the Servants to his Aid:
With Stripes they drive the shallow Monster thence,
Whose rude Address had giv'n the foul Offence.
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