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 LXV. The Goose:
Or, Haste makes Waste.
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Goose, well worth her Meat, Lay'd ev'ry Day
A Golden Egg, that did her Quarters pay.
Her Dame, that thought the Fowl with Gold was lin'd,
And hop'd she shou'd, within, the Indies find;
Impatient to be Rich, her Death contriv'd,
And kill'd the Creature by whose Fruit she liv'd.
But when she ript her up, with eager haste,
A wretched Bilk did all her Projects blast;
She found no Treasure in the Carkass lie,
But some Materials for a Giblet Pie:
Yet on the right Horse she wou'd lay the Saddle,
And own'd, 'twas her own fault her Eggs were Addle.
A Golden Egg, that did her Quarters pay.
Her Dame, that thought the Fowl with Gold was lin'd,
And hop'd she shou'd, within, the Indies find;
Impatient to be Rich, her Death contriv'd,
And kill'd the Creature by whose Fruit she liv'd.
But when she ript her up, with eager haste,
A wretched Bilk did all her Projects blast;
She found no Treasure in the Carkass lie,
But some Materials for a Giblet Pie:
Yet on the right Horse she wou'd lay the Saddle,
And own'd, 'twas her own fault her Eggs were Addle.
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The MORAL.
‘Impatient Fools, not with slow Gains content,‘By hasty Methods wou'd Heaven's Pace prevent;
‘But, while with luckless Speed they run too fast,
‘Stumble, and miss what did excite their Haste.
‘Such Disappointments justly prove their Fate,
‘Who will not Providence's Leisure wait.
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