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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Goat, by Hunger call'd Abroad to feed,
Lock'd carefully at Home her tender Kid;
And charg'd the Suckling, as he wish'd to live,
He shou'd to none, but her, Admittance give.
Lock'd carefully at Home her tender Kid;
And charg'd the Suckling, as he wish'd to live,
He shou'd to none, but her, Admittance give.
A Wolf, that near in secret Covert lay,
Heard the Command, and saw the Dam away;
Then knock'd, and counterfeiting her shrill Tone,
Cry'd, in false Accents, Let me in, my Son.
The Kid, who, through the Door, perceiv'd the Cheat,
Reply'd, I cannot give you Entrance yet:
For, tho' methinks my Mother's Voice I hear,
By what I see, you are a Wolf, I fear.
Heard the Command, and saw the Dam away;
Then knock'd, and counterfeiting her shrill Tone,
Cry'd, in false Accents, Let me in, my Son.
The Kid, who, through the Door, perceiv'd the Cheat,
Reply'd, I cannot give you Entrance yet:
For, tho' methinks my Mother's Voice I hear,
By what I see, you are a Wolf, I fear.
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