Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XIX. The Eel and Snake. |
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Fab. XIX. The Eel and Snake.
An Eel inquird of his old Friend the Snake,
How't came to pass, the Family of Eels
Were so much persecuted by Mankind,
Who every day, and hour, new ways contrivd
To find them out, tho' under Waters hid,
I'th' Mud, and in the Rivers hollow Banks,
And yet, you Snakes, who are so like to us,
That one can scarce be from the other known,
Without disturbance, live i'th' open Fields?
The Snake replyd, our Humour's too well known,
We're not of a sedate, and reposd Flegm,
Design'd by nature to endure affronts,
Those we receive, with Usury we return.
How't came to pass, the Family of Eels
Were so much persecuted by Mankind,
Who every day, and hour, new ways contrivd
To find them out, tho' under Waters hid,
I'th' Mud, and in the Rivers hollow Banks,
And yet, you Snakes, who are so like to us,
That one can scarce be from the other known,
Without disturbance, live i'th' open Fields?
The Snake replyd, our Humour's too well known,
We're not of a sedate, and reposd Flegm,
Design'd by nature to endure affronts,
Those we receive, with Usury we return.
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