Truth in Fiction Or, Morality in Masquerade. A Collection of Two hundred twenty five Select Fables of Aesop, and other Authors. Done into English Verse. By Edmund Arwaker |
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FABLE XXIX. The Knight and his Lady:
Or, Vice corrects Sin.
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Knight, by Birth, and ample Fortune, great,
Whose outward Happiness appear'd compleat;
To these rich Blessings had a base Allay,
A shrewd ill Wife, that plagu'd him Night and Day.
This Lady, with a seeming Zeal for Heav'n,
Was very much to her Devotion given:
But more with her Confessor's Comforts pleas'd,
With him her Conscience rather clogg'd, than eas'd:
To him, who knew her Secrets but too well,
She still, good Soul! had some new Sin to tell:
Tho' 'twas her real Bus'ness to make known
Her Husband's Failings, and encrease her own.
The Holy Father, whom Compassion mov'd,
With wont Authority the Knight reprov'd;
And, at his Wife's importunate Request,
Enjoin'd him soon to come and be Confess'd:
That Penance done, and Absolution giv'n,
He might be reconcil'd to her and Heav'n.
The Knight, who durst not disobey Command,
Unless he wou'd the Church's Thunder stand,
Next Day to the Confessionary went,
In Posture of an humble Penitent:
But kneeling mute, the grave Impostor cry'd,
Discover all your Sins, and nothing hide!
The Knight reply'd, In vain your ill-mask'd Zeal
Requires I shou'd, what you well know, reveal:
You need not, Rev'rend Sir, my Faults explore,
My Wife has often told you all, and more.
Whose outward Happiness appear'd compleat;
To these rich Blessings had a base Allay,
A shrewd ill Wife, that plagu'd him Night and Day.
This Lady, with a seeming Zeal for Heav'n,
Was very much to her Devotion given:
But more with her Confessor's Comforts pleas'd,
With him her Conscience rather clogg'd, than eas'd:
To him, who knew her Secrets but too well,
She still, good Soul! had some new Sin to tell:
Tho' 'twas her real Bus'ness to make known
Her Husband's Failings, and encrease her own.
The Holy Father, whom Compassion mov'd,
With wont Authority the Knight reprov'd;
And, at his Wife's importunate Request,
Enjoin'd him soon to come and be Confess'd:
That Penance done, and Absolution giv'n,
He might be reconcil'd to her and Heav'n.
The Knight, who durst not disobey Command,
Unless he wou'd the Church's Thunder stand,
Next Day to the Confessionary went,
In Posture of an humble Penitent:
But kneeling mute, the grave Impostor cry'd,
Discover all your Sins, and nothing hide!
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Requires I shou'd, what you well know, reveal:
You need not, Rev'rend Sir, my Faults explore,
My Wife has often told you all, and more.
The MORAL.
‘They who, with false Pretence of Zeal, reflect‘On others Vices, and their Faults correct;
‘Yet labour under greater of their own,
‘And blush not at the Crimes they act unknown:
‘When once discover'd through the thin Disguise,
‘Meet just Reproof for their Hypocrisies;
‘They find the heavy Censures they inflict,
‘Strongly retorted, and themselves convict.
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