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A Poetical Translation Of The Fables of Phaedrus

With The Appendix of Gudius, And an accurate Edition of the Original on the opposite Page. To which is added, A Parsing Index For the Use of Learners. By Christopher Smart

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FABLE IV. The Eagle, the Cat, and the Sow.
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FABLE IV. The Eagle, the Cat, and the Sow.

An Eagle built upon an oak—
A Cat and kittens had bespoke
A hole about the middle bough;
And underneath a woodland Sow
Had plac'd her pigs upon the ground.
Then treach'rous Puss a method found

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To overthrow, for her own good,
The peace of this chance neighbourhood.
First to the Eagle she ascends—
“Perdition on your head impends,
“And, far too probable, on mine;
“For you observe that grubbing swine
“Still works the tree to overset,
“Us and our young with ease to get.”
Thus having fill'd the Eagle's pate
With consternation very great,
Down creeps she to the Sow below;
“The Eagle is your deadly foe,
“And is determin'd not to spare
“Your pigs, when you shall take the air.”
Here too a terror being spread,
By what this tattling gossip said,
She slily to her kittens stole,
And rested snug within her hole.
Sneaking from thence with silent tread
By night her family she fed,
But look'd out sharply all the day,
Affecting terror and dismay.
The Eagle, lest the tree should fall,
Keeps to the boughs, nor stirs at all;
And, anxious for her grunting race,
The Sow is loth to quit her place.
In short, they and their young ones starve,
And leave a prey for Puss to carve.

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Hence warn'd, ye credulous and young,
Be cautious of a double tongue.