BOOK V. I. THE WOODMAN AND MERCURY.' TO M. THE CHEVALIER DE BOUILLON.2 YOUR taste has served my work to guide; My taste with yours agrees: And too much pains about the polish You love them much when delicate; As to the scope of Æsop's plan,3 I fail as little as I can. If this my rhymed and measured speech I own it not a fault of mine; Some unknown reason I assign. Æsop. There is also a version of the story in Rabelais, Book IV. Prologue. 2 La Fontaine's dedication is in initials thus:-"A. M. L. C. D. B." which are interpreted by some as meaning," To M. the Chevalier de Bouillon" (as above), and by others as meaning, "To Monseigneur le Cardinal de Bouillon." Esop's plan.-Here, as in the dedication of Book VII., Fable II., Book I., Fable I.. Book III., Fable I., Book VI., Fable IV., Book VIII., and Fable I., Book IX., the poet treats of the nature and uses of Fable. With little strength endued With that of restless envy join'd; And life now turns upon these pivots two. That aped the ox upon her bog. A double image sometimes shows The ways of virtue and good sense; Thus swells my work-a comedy immense- Its scene the boundless universe. Gods, men, and brutes, all play their part And Jupiter among the rest. Here comes the god who's wont to bear With wingéd heels and haste; A man that labour'd in the wood His axe was gone astray. He sat him down and cried, And it shall strike good blows for thee.' 'Your axe must not be lost,' said he: With that an axe of gold he show'd. That's mine,' he said, in joyful mood; The god replied, I give the three, This luck when neighbouring choppers knew, So fast, he knew not which to hear. With gold and silver axes, went. Each would have thought himself a fool With simple truth to be contented, But still there are who would II. THE EARTHEN POT AND THE IRON POT.1 An iron pot proposed To an earthen pot a journey. The latter was opposed, Expressing the concern he Had felt about the danger Of going out a ranger. 1 Æsop. He thought the kitchen hearth And hast a tougher skin, There's nought to keep thee in.' And save thee from the blow.' Himself as guard and guide Now, in their tripod way, They hobble as they may; Which gives the crockery pain; Take care that you associate With equals only, lest your fate Between these pots should find its mate. III. THE LITTLE FISH AND THE FISHER.' A LITTLE fish will grow, As 'tis not sure your bait Upon a river bank, a fisher took 'What will your honour do with me? Pray let me grow to be a trout, And then come here and fish me out. But now, a hundred such you'll have to fish, In some things, men of sense IV. THE EARS OF THE HARE.' SOME beast with horns did gore Resolved to suffer so no more, Straight banish'd from his realm, 'tis said, All sorts of beasts with horns Rams, bulls, goats, stags, and unicorns. A hare, the shadow of his ears perceiving, That some vile spy for horns would take them, 1 Faerno. |