Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . or the downfall in a doleful cry,For \fhich their guiltless lords were doomd todie. Now to my story I return again:The trembling widow, and her daughters woful cackling cry with horror heard,Of those distracted damsels in the yard ;And starting up beheld the heavy Reynard to the forest took his flight,And cross his back, as in triumphant scorn,The hope and pillar of the house was borne. ( The fox, the wicked fox, was all the cry;Out from his house ran evry neighbour nigh:The vicar first, and
Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . or the downfall in a doleful cry,For \fhich their guiltless lords were doomd todie. Now to my story I return again:The trembling widow, and her daughters woful cackling cry with horror heard,Of those distracted damsels in the yard ;And starting up beheld the heavy Reynard to the forest took his flight,And cross his back, as in triumphant scorn,The hope and pillar of the house was borne. ( The fox, the wicked fox, was all the cry;Out from his house ran evry neighbour nigh:The vicar first, and after him the crew,With forks and staves the felon to Coll our dog, and Talbot with the Malkin, with her distalFin her hand :Ran cow and calf, and family of panic horror of pursumg many a deadly grunt and doleful squeak, IPoor swine! as if their pretty hearts would shouts of men, the women in dismay, |With shrieks augment the terror of the ducks that heard the proclamation feard a persecution might betide, ! J -^. J THE TALE OF THE VUKs PRIEST. 143 Full twenty miles from town their voyage take^Obscure in rushes of the liquid geese fly oer the barn ; the bees in arms,Drive headlong from the waxen cells in Straw at London-stone, with all his rout,Struck not the city with so loud a shout;Not when with English hate they did pursueA Frenchman, or an unbelieving Jew :Not when the welkin rung with one and all;And echoes bounded back from Foxs hall;Earth semd to sink beneath, and heavn above fall! With might and main they chasd the murdrous fox,With brazen trumpets, and inflated box,To kindle Mars with military sounds;Nor wanted horns t inspire sagacious see how fortune can confound the w hen they least it, turn the captire cock, who scarce coud draw his breath,And lay within the very jaws of death ;Yet in this agony his fancy wrought,And fear suppl^d him with this
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