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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Truth in Fiction | ||
As on a Chrystal River's shady Side,
By Mercury belov'd and dignify'd,
A busie Carpenter was hewing Wood,
His trusty Hatchet dropt into the Flood.
The Wretch, who for his Bread cou'd work no more,
Griev'd at his Loss, sate weeping on the Shore:
To him the God, with Pity mov'd, appears,
And kindly asks the Reason of his Tears.
The Man had scarce his Cause of Sorrow told,
When Maia's Son produc'd an Ax of Gold,
Demanding, If for Loss of That he cry'd?
But he, Just Soul! the Property deny'd.
The God did next a Silver Ax present,
And still the Man refus'd the Compliment:
But when his own Steel-Hatchet came in view,
That, at first sight, the joyful Owner knew;
And (better pleas'd with that, than both the rest)
Cry'd, This is mine, Sir; This will fit me best.
By Mercury belov'd and dignify'd,
A busie Carpenter was hewing Wood,
His trusty Hatchet dropt into the Flood.
The Wretch, who for his Bread cou'd work no more,
Griev'd at his Loss, sate weeping on the Shore:
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And kindly asks the Reason of his Tears.
The Man had scarce his Cause of Sorrow told,
When Maia's Son produc'd an Ax of Gold,
Demanding, If for Loss of That he cry'd?
But he, Just Soul! the Property deny'd.
The God did next a Silver Ax present,
And still the Man refus'd the Compliment:
But when his own Steel-Hatchet came in view,
That, at first sight, the joyful Owner knew;
And (better pleas'd with that, than both the rest)
Cry'd, This is mine, Sir; This will fit me best.
The God admir'd such Honesty to see,
And, to reward it, gave him all the Three.
The happy Man cou'd not his Joy conceal,
But told his Fellows the surprizing Tale:
One of the Gang, resolv'd his Luck to try,
(Tho' not with such intended Honesty)
In the same Place let his old Hatchet fall,
And, with feign'd Sorrow, on the God did call.
The ready Pow'r appear'd as soon as sought,
And in his Hand a Golden-Hatchet brought.
Soon the Impostor, tempted with the Sight,
Own'd the rich Tool, and claim'd it as his Right.
The angry God, who knew his false Pretence,
And hated such deceitful Impudence;
Nor gave him that, nor did his own restore,
But left him, for his Falshood, justly Poor.
And, to reward it, gave him all the Three.
The happy Man cou'd not his Joy conceal,
But told his Fellows the surprizing Tale:
One of the Gang, resolv'd his Luck to try,
(Tho' not with such intended Honesty)
In the same Place let his old Hatchet fall,
And, with feign'd Sorrow, on the God did call.
The ready Pow'r appear'd as soon as sought,
And in his Hand a Golden-Hatchet brought.
Soon the Impostor, tempted with the Sight,
Own'd the rich Tool, and claim'd it as his Right.
The angry God, who knew his false Pretence,
And hated such deceitful Impudence;
Nor gave him that, nor did his own restore,
But left him, for his Falshood, justly Poor.
Truth in Fiction | ||