Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XII. The Crow and Minerva. |
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Fab. XII. The Crow and Minerva.
A Crow to Pallas made a Sacrifice,
And to the Eeast invites a Neighbouring Dog,
Who as a sincere Friend, thus to him Spoke.
Why are you at this vast Expence? tis lost,
You strive in vain to appease the Angry Gods,
They hate you Mortally, and have decreed
No faith be given to your Auguries.
The Crow, fetchd a deep Sigh, and thus replyd,
I know I'm out of Favour with the Gods,
Yet I will not Despair, I'll Sacrifice,
Give frequent Alms, make solemn Vows, Repent,
And with repeated Prayers I'll Heaven Torment,
And not desist until the Gods relent.
And to the Eeast invites a Neighbouring Dog,
Who as a sincere Friend, thus to him Spoke.
Why are you at this vast Expence? tis lost,
You strive in vain to appease the Angry Gods,
They hate you Mortally, and have decreed
No faith be given to your Auguries.
The Crow, fetchd a deep Sigh, and thus replyd,
I know I'm out of Favour with the Gods,
Yet I will not Despair, I'll Sacrifice,
Give frequent Alms, make solemn Vows, Repent,
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And not desist until the Gods relent.
The Moral.
Constant Devotions, Prayers, Repentance, Alms,Storm Heaven, and appease the Angry Gods.
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