. Fables. rmers wife to market rode, And, F A n L E S. 141 Ami, jogging on, wlrii thoughtful careSuinniil up the profits of her ware ;\\hcii, llartiuL; Iroin her filver ilrcam,I hut> tar anii wide was luard her llreain. That raven un yon left-hand oak«.urfe on hlb ill-l>cliding croak)Ijodeb ine no good. No more flie fiid,When poor blind 7i.;// with lluniblinj^ treadlell prone; oerturnd the panier lay,And her niadfd c^gs the way. , fprawling in the yellow road,, Iworc and eiinl. Thou croaking toad,A murrain take thy wh--refon tliroat !1 knew mi fortune in the note. Danw
. Fables. rmers wife to market rode, And, F A n L E S. 141 Ami, jogging on, wlrii thoughtful careSuinniil up the profits of her ware ;\\hcii, llartiuL; Iroin her filver ilrcam,I hut> tar anii wide was luard her llreain. That raven un yon left-hand oak«.urfe on hlb ill-l>cliding croak)Ijodeb ine no good. No more flie fiid,When poor blind 7i.;// with lluniblinj^ treadlell prone; oerturnd the panier lay,And her niadfd c^gs the way. , fprawling in the yellow road,, Iworc and eiinl. Thou croaking toad,A murrain take thy wh--refon tliroat !1 knew mi fortune in the note. Danw, i]uc>ih tlie Il^iven, fpare your oaths,Unclench your till, a\\<\ wipe your cloaih*;,But why on me tln^fe curfes thrown ?Goodv, tlic fault was all your own i L 2 r^f 142 FABLES. For had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old furc-footed mare. Though all the Ravens of the Hundred With cjoaking had your tongue out-thunderd, Sure-footed Pu?2 had kept liis legs, And you, good woman, favd your FABLE r /I B L E s. 143
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