Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. LIX. The Pye and Peacock. |
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Fab. LIX. The Pye and Peacock.
Of Birds the general Assembly met,
To elect a King, the chiefest Candidate
The Peacock, popular for his great Estate,
His beauteous shape, and glorious painted Train,
Had gaind the greatest part upon his side,
And certainly would have been chosen King,
Had it been put to th' Vote, which when the Pye
Perceivd, he stood up, and cravd leave to speak,
Turning his Face to th' Peacock, Beauteous Sir,
Said he, if th' Eagle should with us wage War,
How would you lead us on? and bring us off?
To elect a King, the chiefest Candidate
The Peacock, popular for his great Estate,
His beauteous shape, and glorious painted Train,
Had gaind the greatest part upon his side,
And certainly would have been chosen King,
Had it been put to th' Vote, which when the Pye
Perceivd, he stood up, and cravd leave to speak,
Turning his Face to th' Peacock, Beauteous Sir,
Said he, if th' Eagle should with us wage War,
How would you lead us on? and bring us off?
The Moral.
In choice of Magistrates, a handsome FaceMust to the Beauty of the Soul give place.
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