. Fables. his pace. The fleeter robber mockd the chafe. As Lightfoot rangd the forefl chance his foes retreat he found. Let us a v/hile the war rcafon as from friend to friend. A truce, replies the Wolf? Tis donCoThe Dog the parley thus begun. How can that flrong intrepid mindAttack a weak defencelefs kind ?Thofe jaws fliould prey on nobler drink the boars and lions blood;Great fouls with genrous pity coward tyrants never felt:How harmlefs is our fleecy care !Be brave, and let thy mercy fpare. Friend, FABLES. 67 Friend, fays the Wolf, the matter
. Fables. his pace. The fleeter robber mockd the chafe. As Lightfoot rangd the forefl chance his foes retreat he found. Let us a v/hile the war rcafon as from friend to friend. A truce, replies the Wolf? Tis donCoThe Dog the parley thus begun. How can that flrong intrepid mindAttack a weak defencelefs kind ?Thofe jaws fliould prey on nobler drink the boars and lions blood;Great fouls with genrous pity coward tyrants never felt:How harmlefs is our fleecy care !Be brave, and let thy mercy fpare. Friend, FABLES. 67 Friend, fays the Wolf, the matter tlcfiL^nM Ub bcaih of prcv,A- fuch, when hunger finds a treat,Tis nctclTar) wolves fliould inindfid of tiic bleating weal,Thy hofom burn with real , and thy tyrant lord befeech,To him repeat the moving fpeech ;A wolf eats ihecp but now and thoufands are devourd by open foe may prove a 2. pretended friend is worfe. ^^^ m FABLE 6t FAB L E S. H IIIII wt 1 rf I. WKmtc (, Vyiuhtfcu^ FABLE !he PAIN T E R who pleafed No body and Every EST men fufped your tale untrue,^^^ Keep probability in travler, leaping oer thofe credit of his book confounds j WhQ F A B T. E S. 69 Who with his tongue hadi armies routed Makes cvn his real ^c douhtcJ. Tut Ijjttry never fccms a!)rarJ, The always take voiir worJ, Impo:Tibihtics fccm juft, They take the ftron-cft praifc on trurt ; Hyperboles tho neer fo -rcat, Will Aill come fliort of ll-li-conceit. ^^o vcTv hkc a Iaintcr drew,That cvry eye the pidiirc knew;llz hit complexion, feature, air,So jufl, the life itfelf was fldttVy, with his colours bloom rcdord the (a,\q^ give c?xh mufele all its llrength,The mouth, the chin, the noks length J lis 70 FABLES. His honcil pencil touchd with truth,And markd the date of age and youth. He loft hi& friends, his pra<5tice faild,Truth fliould not always be reveald;In dufty piles his pidure
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