Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. LXXXIV. The Old Lion and Fox. |
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Fab. LXXXIV. The Old Lion and Fox.
An aged Lion, now no longer able
By Hunting to provide Meat for his Table,
Resolvd to make use of another way,
And get by fraud, what he could not by force.
Feignd himself sick, and took his Bed, and groand.
This News was quickly thro' the Forest spread,
The Beasts their visits of Condolence made,
Entering one by one, into his Den,
And when they came within his reach, were slain.
By this Trick, he maintaind himself some time.
At last the Fox approaching near the Cave,
Askd how he did, the Lion answerd, Ill;
Why do you keep at distance, pray come in,
Let me embrace, and kiss you, my dear Friend,
Before I go into another World.
No, said the Fox, I dare not come too near,
I am terrified by th' footsteps in the Sand,
I find of many entring Beasts the track,
But there's no sign of any that came back.
By Hunting to provide Meat for his Table,
Resolvd to make use of another way,
And get by fraud, what he could not by force.
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This News was quickly thro' the Forest spread,
The Beasts their visits of Condolence made,
Entering one by one, into his Den,
And when they came within his reach, were slain.
By this Trick, he maintaind himself some time.
At last the Fox approaching near the Cave,
Askd how he did, the Lion answerd, Ill;
Why do you keep at distance, pray come in,
Let me embrace, and kiss you, my dear Friend,
Before I go into another World.
No, said the Fox, I dare not come too near,
I am terrified by th' footsteps in the Sand,
I find of many entring Beasts the track,
But there's no sign of any that came back.
The Moral.
A Prudent Man doth many Evils shun,And guesses from small Signs, what's to be done.
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