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gun, Nor ends it till the setting sun.' 'When,' says the greyhound, 'I pursue, My game is lost, or caught in view; Beyond my sight the prey's secure: The hound is slow, but always sure. And had I his sagacious scent, Jove ne'er had heard my discontent.' _30 The lion craved the fox's art; The fox, the lion's force and heart: The cock implored the pigeon's flight, Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light: The pigeon strength of wing despised, And the cock's matchless valour prized: The fishes wished to graze the plain; The beasts to skim beneath the main. Thus, envious of another's state, Each blamed the partial hand of Fate. _40 The bird of heaven then cried aloud, 'Jove bids disperse the murmuring crowd; The god rejects your idle prayers. Would ye, rebellious mutineers, Entirely change your name and nature, And be the very envied creature? What, silent all, and none consent! Be happy then, and learn content: Nor imitate the restless mind, And proud ambition, of mankind.' _50 * * * * * FABLE V. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM. Against an elm a sheep was tied, The butcher's knife in blood was dyed: The patient flock in silent fright, From far beheld the horrid sight. A savage boar, who near them stood, Thus mocked to scorn the fleecy brood. 'All cowards should be served like you. See, see, your murderer is in view: With purple hands and reeking knife, He strips the skin yet warm with life; _10 Your quartered sires, your bleeding dams, The dying bleat of harmless lambs, Call for revenge. O stupid race! The heart that wants revenge is base.' 'I grant.' an ancient ram replies, 'We bear no terror in our eyes; Yet think us not of soul so tame, Which no repeated wrongs inflame; Insensible of every ill, Because we want thy tusks to kill. _20 Know, those who violence pursue, Give to themselves the vengeance due; For in these massacres we find The two chief plagues that waste mankind: Our skin supplies the wrangling bar, It wakes their slumbering sons to war; And well revenge may rest contented, Since drums and parchment were invented.' * * * * * FABLE VI. THE MISER AND PLUTUS. The wind was high, the window shakes, With sudden start the miser wakes; Along the silent room he stalks; Looks back
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