Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XC. The Ass, Raven and Wolf. |
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Fab. XC. The Ass, Raven and Wolf.
An Ass, with a Gald Back, wandring i'th' Fields,
Seeking a shady place, wherein to lie,
Safe from the persecution of the Flie,
Was by a Raven seen, who on him pitchd,
And with's sharp Bill, wounded and peckd his Sore,
Which made him bray, and winch, and run about,
And causd great pleasure in the Rabble Rout:
Which, when a Wolf perceivd, he sighd, and said,
How sad is the Condition of us Wolves?
Whom all Men persecute at the first sight,
Yet, in the injuries of this Crow delight.
Seeking a shady place, wherein to lie,
Safe from the persecution of the Flie,
Was by a Raven seen, who on him pitchd,
And with's sharp Bill, wounded and peckd his Sore,
Which made him bray, and winch, and run about,
And causd great pleasure in the Rabble Rout:
Which, when a Wolf perceivd, he sighd, and said,
How sad is the Condition of us Wolves?
Whom all Men persecute at the first sight,
Yet, in the injuries of this Crow delight.
The Moral.
It is less dangerous to some, to stealA Horse, than others to look o'er the Hedge.
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