Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. LXXIII. The two Neigbouring Frogs. |
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Fab. LXXIII. The two Neigbouring Frogs.
Two Neighbouring Frogs livd in great Amity,
One in the Road, the other in a Pond
A little thence removd, and more secure,
Who, as a Friend, his Neighbour thus advisd:
Why do you choose to dwell in such a place,
So much exposd to danger? Quit it Sir,
Live with me, I have plenty void of fear:
To which, the Courteous Frog this answer made,
For your kind proffer, I return you thanks,
But cant be brought to change my native Soil,
There was I born, and bred, there will I die:
This said, he went to his Quarters, and there staid
Till he was pressd to death by a Cart Wheel.
One in the Road, the other in a Pond
A little thence removd, and more secure,
Who, as a Friend, his Neighbour thus advisd:
Why do you choose to dwell in such a place,
So much exposd to danger? Quit it Sir,
Live with me, I have plenty void of fear:
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For your kind proffer, I return you thanks,
But cant be brought to change my native Soil,
There was I born, and bred, there will I die:
This said, he went to his Quarters, and there staid
Till he was pressd to death by a Cart Wheel.
Moral.
Ill Men defer Amendment, till'ts too late. Moral and political fables | ||