Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. III. The Fox and Hedghog. |
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Fab. III. The Fox and Hedghog.
A Fox, much tird with swimming cross a Stream
Being got to th' farther side stuck in the mud
Near him, upon the Bank, in ambush lay
A swarm of hungry Flies, expecting Prey;
These, when they saw the Fox in that sad plight,
Down from the Bushes made a speedy flight;
Settled upon his Back and drunk his Blood.
By chance a neighb'ring Hedghog past that way,
And saw the Fox as in the Owze he lay,
And thus to him he spake, Command me Sir,
I wish my Power were equal to my Will;
I have not strength to pull you out o'th' mire,
But if you please I'll rid you of those Flies.
The Fox replyd, I'd rather they should stay,
They've filld their Bellies, they have done their worst,
If they should be removd, a hungry Brood
Will come and suck the remnant of my Blood.
Being got to th' farther side stuck in the mud
Near him, upon the Bank, in ambush lay
A swarm of hungry Flies, expecting Prey;
These, when they saw the Fox in that sad plight,
Down from the Bushes made a speedy flight;
Settled upon his Back and drunk his Blood.
By chance a neighb'ring Hedghog past that way,
And saw the Fox as in the Owze he lay,
And thus to him he spake, Command me Sir,
I wish my Power were equal to my Will;
I have not strength to pull you out o'th' mire,
But if you please I'll rid you of those Flies.
The Fox replyd, I'd rather they should stay,
They've filld their Bellies, they have done their worst,
If they should be removd, a hungry Brood
Will come and suck the remnant of my Blood.
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The Moral.
Rather small Inconveniencies endure,Than by removing them greater procure.
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