FABLE XXII. The Fox and Lionness:
Or, Rarity heightens Pleasures.
A saucy
Bitch-Fox durst her Queen upbraid,
That but one Whelp at ev'ry Birth she had.
The Lioness reply'd, But One indeed,
But that a Lion, and of Royal Breed.
The MORAL.
‘We shou'd not Things by their Abundance rate,
‘'Tis Merit gives them their true Estimate:
‘The Firmament do's many Stars display,
‘But 'tis one Sun alone that gives us Day.
‘Tir'd with the frequent Use, we Pleasures slight;
‘Their Rarity inhances their Delight.
‘Tho' from one Sun we Light's great Blessing find;
‘The Favour multiply'd, wou'd strike us blind.