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A voice thus thundered from the cloud: 'Weak is this gaudy god of thine, Whom I at will forbid to shine. Shall I nor vows, nor incense know? Where praise is due, the praise bestow.' With fervent zeal the Persian moved, Thus the proud calumny reproved: 'It was that god, who claims my prayer, Who gave thee birth, and raised thee there; _30 When o'er his beams the veil is thrown, Thy substance is but plainer shown. A passing gale, a puff of wind Dispels thy thickest troops combined.' The gale arose; the vapour toss'd (The sport of winds) in air was lost; The glorious orb the day refines. Thus envy breaks, thus merit shines. * * * * * FABLE XXIX. THE FOX AT THE POINT OF DEATH. A fox, in life's extreme decay, Weak, sick, and faint, expiring lay; All appetite had left his maw, And age disarmed his mumbling jaw. His numerous race around him stand To learn their dying sire's command: He raised his head with whining moan, And thus was heard the feeble tone: 'Ah, sons! from evil ways depart: My crimes lie heavy on my heart. _10 See, see, the murdered geese appear! Why are those bleeding turkeys here? Why all around this cackling train, Who haunt my ears for chicken slain? The hungry foxes round them stared, And for the promised feast prepared. 'Where, sir, is all this dainty cheer? Nor turkey, goose, nor hen is here. These are the phantoms of your brain, And your sons lick their lips in vain.' _20 'O gluttons!' says the drooping sire, 'Restrain inordinate desire. Your liqu'rish taste you shall deplore, When peace of conscience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns destroy our race? Thieves dread the searching eye of power, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us shall know) Now puts a period to my woe. _30 Would you true happiness attain, Let honesty your passions rein; So live in credit and esteem, And the good name you lost, redeem.' 'The counsel's good,' a fox replies, 'Could we perform what you advise. Think what our ancestors have done; A line of thieves from son to son: To us descends the long disgrace, And infamy hath marked our race. _40 Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed, Honest in thought, in word, and deed; Whatever henroost is decreased, We shall b
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