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 Murm'ring
Ewe did on the Shepherd rail:
For, tho' her swelling Udders fill'd his Pail,
The daily Tribute cou'd not buy her Peace,
But ev'ry Year he stript her of her Fleece.
The Swain, incens'd at the repining Dam,
Slew, in her sight, her tender Infant-Lamb.
At which, she cry'd, You now can do no more,
You have no greater Punishment in Store.
For, tho' her swelling Udders fill'd his Pail,
The daily Tribute cou'd not buy her Peace,
But ev'ry Year he stript her of her Fleece.
The Swain, incens'd at the repining Dam,
Slew, in her sight, her tender Infant-Lamb.
At which, she cry'd, You now can do no more,
You have no greater Punishment in Store.
Yes, he reply'd, I can my Rage pursue,
And, as I kill'd your Son, can slaughter you;
Flea off your Skin, as I your Wool do shear,
And throw your Carcase for the Wolves to tear.
And, as I kill'd your Son, can slaughter you;
Flea off your Skin, as I your Wool do shear,
And throw your Carcase for the Wolves to tear.
The Ewe, thus aw'd, and for her Life afraid,
No more her pow'rful Master durst upbraid.
No more her pow'rful Master durst upbraid.
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