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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FABLE XL. The Wolf and Crane:
Or, Favours lost on the Unthankful.
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Wolf, half-throttl'd with a cragged Bone,
When he had long, unpity'd, made his Moan;
Implor'd Assistance from a neighb'ring Crane,
To clear his Throat, and ease his raging Pain:
And, to induce her to perform the Cure,
Did, for the Service, large Rewards assure.
By Expectation of his Bounty led,
Unwisely she intrusts him with her Head,
While down his Throat she gently thrusts her Bill,
Draws the rough Bone, and magnifies her Skill.
This done, she for her Work her Fee demands,
Expecting Wonders at her Patient's Hands.
But he, who did no longer want her Aid,
With grinning Scorn his kind Physician paid;
And bid her take it for a high Reward,
That he her Life, for saving his, had spar'd.
When he had long, unpity'd, made his Moan;
Implor'd Assistance from a neighb'ring Crane,
To clear his Throat, and ease his raging Pain:
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Did, for the Service, large Rewards assure.
By Expectation of his Bounty led,
Unwisely she intrusts him with her Head,
While down his Throat she gently thrusts her Bill,
Draws the rough Bone, and magnifies her Skill.
This done, she for her Work her Fee demands,
Expecting Wonders at her Patient's Hands.
But he, who did no longer want her Aid,
With grinning Scorn his kind Physician paid;
And bid her take it for a high Reward,
That he her Life, for saving his, had spar'd.
The MORAL.
‘Service on thankless Men in Pow'r, is lost,‘They least reward those who oblige them most:
‘Displeas'd that they for Benefits shou'd owe,
‘They hate the Hand that do's the Gift bestow;
‘And think the Gratitude may well suffice,
‘That binds them to refrain from Injuries.
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