Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. LXVI. The Dog, Cock and Fox. |
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Fab. LXVI. The Dog, Cock and Fox.
A Dog, and Cock, benighted on the Road,
Took up their Lodgings in an aged Oak,
The Cock i'th' boughs, the Dog in's hollow Trunck,
The Cock, next morning crowd by break of day,
As 'tis their use, to whom a Fox approachd,
And earnestly desird him to come down,
For he so much delighted in his Song,
And Martial Mien, that he should count himself,
The happiest Fox i'th' World, to see him near,
To embrace and kiss him. The Cock understood
His fraudulent intent, and thus replyed,
Sir, I desire it much, but cant come down,
Without the Porters leave, wake him, I pray,
He's fast asleep in's Den, at the Oaks root.
The Fox, suspecting nothing, put in's Head,
And made a hideous noise, at which the Dog
Leapd out, seizd on him, worried him to death.
Took up their Lodgings in an aged Oak,
The Cock i'th' boughs, the Dog in's hollow Trunck,
The Cock, next morning crowd by break of day,
As 'tis their use, to whom a Fox approachd,
And earnestly desird him to come down,
For he so much delighted in his Song,
And Martial Mien, that he should count himself,
The happiest Fox i'th' World, to see him near,
To embrace and kiss him. The Cock understood
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Sir, I desire it much, but cant come down,
Without the Porters leave, wake him, I pray,
He's fast asleep in's Den, at the Oaks root.
The Fox, suspecting nothing, put in's Head,
And made a hideous noise, at which the Dog
Leapd out, seizd on him, worried him to death.
The Moral.
A Cheat ought not, if cheated, take it ill. | Moral and political fables | |