Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. LXXXV. The Lion, Fox and Ape. |
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Fab. LXXXV. The Lion, Fox and Ape.
The Lion put a Proclamation out,
Strictly commanding all four-footed Beasts;
Who wanted Tails, by a prefixed Day,
To quit's Dominions. Upon which, the Fox
Packd up his Tools, in order to be gone,
And seek his Fortune in a foreign Realm;
At the first Inn, he overtook an Ape,
Going the same way, with the same intent,
Who thus accosted him, Sir, are you Mad?
You're not at all concernd in this Decree,
For you have Tail enuf, if not too much.
Tis true, replyd the Fox, yet I'll begone,
For what can unarmd Innocence avail,
If the King's pleasd to say, I have no Tail.
Strictly commanding all four-footed Beasts;
Who wanted Tails, by a prefixed Day,
To quit's Dominions. Upon which, the Fox
Packd up his Tools, in order to be gone,
And seek his Fortune in a foreign Realm;
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Going the same way, with the same intent,
Who thus accosted him, Sir, are you Mad?
You're not at all concernd in this Decree,
For you have Tail enuf, if not too much.
Tis true, replyd the Fox, yet I'll begone,
For what can unarmd Innocence avail,
If the King's pleasd to say, I have no Tail.
The Moral.
Trust not thine Innocence, stay not an hour,Where Kings pretend to Arbitrary Power.
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