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Fab. IX. Of a Wolf.
A
Wolf retiring from Whitehall,
Where he had Statesman been,
Built for himself a Box so small,
That few could be receiv'd within.
The Country all admir'd at this,
And could not at the Reason guess,
Why one so Wealthy and so Great,
Should cage himself at such a rate.
Till at the last a Fox came by,
A Courtier also, sleek and sly,
And thus in earnest and in jest,
His Reason gave among the rest,
Perhaps my Lord Commissioner intends,
Here to receive only his honest Friends.
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