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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Truth in Fiction | ||
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Crow, that had some grateful Carrion found,
Made all the Forest, with her Joy, resound;
Nor cou'd in silence eat her Dainty Fare,
But from a Tree proclaim'd aloud her Chear.
Made all the Forest, with her Joy, resound;
Nor cou'd in silence eat her Dainty Fare,
But from a Tree proclaim'd aloud her Chear.
A subtle Fox, that from his neighb'ring Earth,
Perceiv'd the reason of her clam'rous Mirth,
Had a shrew'd Plot upon her envy'd Prize:
And knowing she was fond of Flatteries,
Accosts the Prater thus; Illustrious Dame,
I oft' have heard, there is no Truth in Fame;
And now I am confirm'd, by seeing you,
That Fame's a Lyar, and the Proverb true.
Fame, to the World, reports you black as Night,
Tho' sure, no Morning is so fair or bright;
Your Colour do's the purest Snow excell;
And, if your Voice's Charms are parallel,
There is no Bird on Earth, that ever flew,
But must allow the Preference to you.
Perceiv'd the reason of her clam'rous Mirth,
Had a shrew'd Plot upon her envy'd Prize:
And knowing she was fond of Flatteries,
Accosts the Prater thus; Illustrious Dame,
I oft' have heard, there is no Truth in Fame;
And now I am confirm'd, by seeing you,
That Fame's a Lyar, and the Proverb true.
Fame, to the World, reports you black as Night,
Tho' sure, no Morning is so fair or bright;
Your Colour do's the purest Snow excell;
And, if your Voice's Charms are parallel,
There is no Bird on Earth, that ever flew,
But must allow the Preference to you.
Corbè, thus wheedl'd, fancies she can sing
As well as any Nightingale in Spring:
With this Conceit, she strives to raise her Note,
But drops her Prey, as she extends her Throat.
Reynard, with his successful Flatt'ry pleas'd,
Laugh'd at her Folly, and her Booty seiz'd:
While her Credulity she justly blam'd,
Griev'd at her Loss, and of her Pride asham'd.
As well as any Nightingale in Spring:
With this Conceit, she strives to raise her Note,
But drops her Prey, as she extends her Throat.
Reynard, with his successful Flatt'ry pleas'd,
Laugh'd at her Folly, and her Booty seiz'd:
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Griev'd at her Loss, and of her Pride asham'd.
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