Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XV. The Weasels and Bat.
A Weasel caught a Bat, who humbly beggd
That he would spare his life, and set him free.
The Weasel answerd, No, that cannot be,
For I am a sworn Enemy to all Birds.
I am no Bird, the Bat replyd, and shewd
Her featherless Belly, and her naked Breasts,
And Tears, wherewith she gave her young ones Milk.
Which when the Weasel saw, he let her go.
The same Bat, by mischance, another time
Into another Weasels Clutches fell,
And made the same request. It is in vain,
The Weasel answerd, for I spare no Mice.
I am a Bird, said she, and shewd her Wings,
And, thus twice changing Names, savd his life twice.
That he would spare his life, and set him free.
The Weasel answerd, No, that cannot be,
For I am a sworn Enemy to all Birds.
I am no Bird, the Bat replyd, and shewd
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And Tears, wherewith she gave her young ones Milk.
Which when the Weasel saw, he let her go.
The same Bat, by mischance, another time
Into another Weasels Clutches fell,
And made the same request. It is in vain,
The Weasel answerd, for I spare no Mice.
I am a Bird, said she, and shewd her Wings,
And, thus twice changing Names, savd his life twice.
The Moral.
That Mouse, who has but one Hole, is soon caught. | Moral and political fables | |