Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XLV. The Master and Dog. |
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Fab. XLV. The Master and Dog.
A Master seemd exceeding fond of's Dog,
With his own hand he constantly him fed,
And with much kindness, often stroakd his Head,
But when he had a mind he should be beat,
He orderd his Man to do't; at length,
The Dog grew weary of his life, and fled.
After some time, he and his Master met,
And held a Conference in the open Fields.
He told him, 'twas an ungrateful Act,
To quit a Master who had fed him well,
And never gave him a hard word, or blow.
The Dog replyd, you have me often beat,
To you I owe these Scars, this hairless Back,
For what your Servant did by your command,
I look upon't, as done by your own hand.
With his own hand he constantly him fed,
And with much kindness, often stroakd his Head,
But when he had a mind he should be beat,
He orderd his Man to do't; at length,
The Dog grew weary of his life, and fled.
After some time, he and his Master met,
And held a Conference in the open Fields.
He told him, 'twas an ungrateful Act,
To quit a Master who had fed him well,
And never gave him a hard word, or blow.
The Dog replyd, you have me often beat,
To you I owe these Scars, this hairless Back,
For what your Servant did by your command,
I look upon't, as done by your own hand.
The Moral.
He does it, who commands ill to be done.![]() | Moral and political fables | ![]() |