Aesop at Court Or, State Fables. Vol. I [by Thomas Yalden] |
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FAB. V. The Farmer and his Dog.
There dwelt a Farmer in the West,
As we're in story told:
Whose Herds were large, and Flocks the best,
That ever lin'd a Fold.
As we're in story told:
Whose Herds were large, and Flocks the best,
That ever lin'd a Fold.
Arm'd with a Staff, his Russet Coat,
And Towser by his side:
Early and late he tun'd his Throat
And every Wolf defi'd.
And Towser by his side:
Early and late he tun'd his Throat
And every Wolf defi'd.
Loved Towser was his Hearts delight,
In Cringe and Fawning skill'd:
Entrusted with the Flocks by Night,
And Guardian of the Field.
In Cringe and Fawning skill'd:
Entrusted with the Flocks by Night,
And Guardian of the Field.
Towser, quoth he, I'm for a Fair,
Be Regent in my Room:
Pray of my tender Flocks take care,
And keep all safe at home.
Be Regent in my Room:
Pray of my tender Flocks take care,
And keep all safe at home.
I know the Watchful, Just, and Brave,
Right worthy such a place:
No wily Fox shall thee deceive,
Nor Wolf dare show his face.
Right worthy such a place:
No wily Fox shall thee deceive,
Nor Wolf dare show his face.
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But ne'er did Wolves a Fold infest,
At Regent Towsers rate:
He Din'd and Sup'd upon the best,
And frequent Breakfasts eat.
At Regent Towsers rate:
He Din'd and Sup'd upon the best,
And frequent Breakfasts eat.
The Farmer oft receiv'd advice,
And laugh'd at the Report:
But coming on him by surprise,
Just found him at the sport.
And laugh'd at the Report:
But coming on him by surprise,
Just found him at the sport.
Ungrateful Beast, quoth he, what means,
That bloody Mouth and Paws:
I know the Base, the Treacherous Stains,
Thy breach of Trust and Laws.
That bloody Mouth and Paws:
I know the Base, the Treacherous Stains,
Thy breach of Trust and Laws.
The Fruits of my past Love I see.
Roger the Halter bring:
E'en truss him on that Pippin Tree,
And let Friend Towser of swing.
Roger the Halter bring:
E'en truss him on that Pippin Tree,
And let Friend Towser of swing.
I'll spare the famish'd Wolf and Fox,
That ne'er my bounty knew:
But as the Guardian of my Flocks,
This Neckcloth is your due.
That ne'er my bounty knew:
But as the Guardian of my Flocks,
This Neckcloth is your due.
The MORAL.
When Ministers their Prince abuse,And on the Subjects prey:
With ancient Monarchs 'twas in use,
To send them Towsers way,
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