. Picture fables . CHILD AND OX. JHILD. Now what are you thinking of, Ox, I pray,That there you are lying, the livelong clay,Making so grave and so learned a face ?Ox. Thanks for the honour, thats not my case ;Learning and books I must leave to you—I cannot tliink, I can only chew. For awhile the old Ox lay chewing there,Thinking of nothing, without a care,When the farmer harnessd him to the wain,To drag from the field a load of he did it bravely, and quickly too, But to think was a thing that he could not do. 15. THE LAMB. LAMB, why make you that plaintive moan? Because my dearest m
. Picture fables . CHILD AND OX. JHILD. Now what are you thinking of, Ox, I pray,That there you are lying, the livelong clay,Making so grave and so learned a face ?Ox. Thanks for the honour, thats not my case ;Learning and books I must leave to you—I cannot tliink, I can only chew. For awhile the old Ox lay chewing there,Thinking of nothing, without a care,When the farmer harnessd him to the wain,To drag from the field a load of he did it bravely, and quickly too, But to think was a thing that he could not do. 15. THE LAMB. LAMB, why make you that plaintive moan? Because my dearest mother is gone. Do you fear, poor thing, they would do you harm,While shes away, that youre thus in alarm? Fear ! I dont know what you mean by fear,Only I wish my mother were here. The mother soon heard her young ones cry,And came to the garden speedily ;Calld it once with her gentle bleat,Then ran the lambkin its mother to meet;Swiftly over the grass it hied, Close it pressd to its mothers side. 16
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