Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Moral and political fables | ||
Fab. IX. The Man and Satyr.
A Satyr, and a Man, for a long time
Livd in great Friendship, which was thus broke off,
The Man, in a cold Season breathd on's hands,
And was by the Satyr askd why he did so,
I do it, sayd he, to warm my Frozen hands.
Another time, the Man blowd on his Broth,
Which, to the Table boyling hot was brought,
The Satyr askd, and now, why do you blow,
To make my Pottage cool and fit to eat,
The Man replyd: which when the Satyr heard,
He in a fury rose, and left the house,
I'll to the Woods again, Mankind adieu,
He sayd, with those I will not Friendship hold,
Who, out of the same Mouth, blow Hot and Cold.
Livd in great Friendship, which was thus broke off,
The Man, in a cold Season breathd on's hands,
And was by the Satyr askd why he did so,
I do it, sayd he, to warm my Frozen hands.
Another time, the Man blowd on his Broth,
Which, to the Table boyling hot was brought,
The Satyr askd, and now, why do you blow,
To make my Pottage cool and fit to eat,
The Man replyd: which when the Satyr heard,
He in a fury rose, and left the house,
I'll to the Woods again, Mankind adieu,
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Who, out of the same Mouth, blow Hot and Cold.
Moral.
Trust not a Man thou findst in Various Tales. Moral and political fables | ||