. Fables. otect mc from thefc tcazing tiies !Of .ill tl\c plagues that heavn fent\ is moft impertinent. The huvring infcvil thus I then llightcd, fcornd, ilifdaind ?Can fuch offence your nnger wake ?Twas beauty causd the bold cherry lips that breathe perfume,That check fo ripe with youthful bloomMade me with llrong de-fire purfucThe fairert peach that ever grew, D 3 Strike 38 FABLES. Strike him not, Jcjuiy, Doris murder Wafps, like common though hes free (to do him right)The creatures civil and polite. In ecftafles away he pofts,Where-
. Fables. otect mc from thefc tcazing tiies !Of .ill tl\c plagues that heavn fent\ is moft impertinent. The huvring infcvil thus I then llightcd, fcornd, ilifdaind ?Can fuch offence your nnger wake ?Twas beauty causd the bold cherry lips that breathe perfume,That check fo ripe with youthful bloomMade me with llrong de-fire purfucThe fairert peach that ever grew, D 3 Strike 38 FABLES. Strike him not, Jcjuiy, Doris murder Wafps, like common though hes free (to do him right)The creatures civil and polite. In ecftafles away he pofts,Where-eer he came the favour how her fweetefl tea he fliews the Aigar on his lips. The hint alarmd the forward of fuccefs away they flew ;They fliare the dainties of the her with airy muflc now they flutter, now they foar again, and iliim her breafl:.Nor were they baniflid, till fhe foundThat Wafps have fl:ings, and felt the wound. FABLE F A n L E S. 33. *»**. .tfx ?ill F A 13 L E : Bull uml //.c- M a s r i v y.^ I] \i K you to train your tavrltc boy ? caution, cvr\ crc you venture to contidc,Let hu preceptors heart be tryJ ; D 4 Wci^h 3+ FABLES. Weigh well his manners, life, and fcope,On thcfe depends thy future hope. As on a time, in peaceful reign,A Bull enjoyd the flowry plain,A MaftifF pafsd; inflamd with eye-balls ihot indignant fire,He foamd, he ragd with thirft of blood. Spurning the ground the monarch ftood,And roard aloud. Sufpend the a whole fkin, go, deep to night;Or tell me, ere the battle wrongs provoke thee to engage?Is it ambition fires thy breafl,Or avarice that neer can refl ?From thefc alone unjufily fprings,The world-deftroying wrath of Kings. The FABLES. 35 The Uirly Mallirt thu^ my bolum glory heroes of eternal name,Whom poets fing, I fight for :Tiic butchers fpirit-ftirring mindTt) war my youth tr.
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