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. Fables. ,And for convenience cliani^c their coat,Witli new-g(3t lullrc rear their head,Tho on a dunghill born and hred. Sudden the Ccd a lion ftand:,I Ic ihakes his mane, he fpurns tlic lands jI Now a tierce lynx, with fiery glare, A wolf, an afs, a fox, a Hid I neer livd at court, he crie^ Such transformation might furprife ; K 3 Hal ,28 FABLES. But there in queft of daily game,Each able courtier afts the , lions, lynxes, while in place,Their friends and fellows are their chace jThey play the bears and foxs part,Now rob by force, now fteal with art;They fometimes in the fe
. Fables. ,And for convenience cliani^c their coat,Witli new-g(3t lullrc rear their head,Tho on a dunghill born and hred. Sudden the Ccd a lion ftand:,I Ic ihakes his mane, he fpurns tlic lands jI Now a tierce lynx, with fiery glare, A wolf, an afs, a fox, a Hid I neer livd at court, he crie^ Such transformation might furprife ; K 3 Hal ,28 FABLES. But there in queft of daily game,Each able courtier afts the , lions, lynxes, while in place,Their friends and fellows are their chace jThey play the bears and foxs part,Now rob by force, now fteal with art;They fometimes in the fenate bray;Or, changd again to beafts of prey,Down from the lion to the ape,Pradife the frauds of evry Ihapc. So faid. Upon the God he cords the flruggling captive ties. Now, Proteus, now (to truth compelld)Speak, and confefs thy art frrength, furprife, or what you will,The courtier finds evafion fcill;Not to be bound by any ties,And nevsr forcd to leave his lies. FABLE r A B L E S. 1:9. <- food,K 4 \Mkh 130 FABLE S. When dogs were fnarling for a bone,He loiigd to make the war his often found (when two contend)To interpofe obtaind his end ;He gloryd in his Hmping fears of honour feamd his evry limb a gafli appears,And frequent fights retrenchd his ears. As, on a time, he heard from farTwo dogs engagd in noify he fcours and lays about him,Refolvd no fray fliould be without him* Forth from his yard a tanner to the bold intruder cries, A cudgel fliall corred: your fprung this curfed hate to tanners 1While on my dog you vent your fpite -,oiirali, tis me you dare not bite. T© F A B L E S. To Ice the battle ilvA. jKrplcxt,W itli aiutl ra-e a ve\t,H<jarre-kieamiiu( from the cirelcJ the curll erici jiu
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