'I'll bet that you'll not reach so soon as I 'So soon! Why, madam, are you frantic?' Of what, is not a question for this place, When, starting just before their beaks Thus having time to browse and doze, She starts; she moils on, modestly and lowly, Believes it for his honour To take late start and gain upon her. Cries she, My senses do I lack? 1 Hellebore. The ancient remedy for insanity. 2 Kalends of the Greeks.--The Greeks, unlike the Romans, had no kalends in their computation of time, hence the frequent use of this expression to convey the idea of an indefinite period of time. What boots your boasted swiftness now? XI. THE ASS AND HIS MASTERS.1 A GARDENER'S ass complain'd to Destiny Of being made to rise before the dawn. 'The cocks their matins have not sung,' said he, 'Ere I am up and gone. And all for what? To market herbs, it seems. Fine cause, indeed, to interrupt my dreams!' Fate, moved by such a prayer, Sent him a currier's load to bear, A cabbage-leaf, which cost me nought. The cruel blows I rue.' He was a collier's ass. Still more complaint. 'What now?' said Fate, Quite out of patience. 'If on this jackass I must wait, What will become of kings and nations? Our present lot is aye the worst. Our foolish prayers the skies infest. 1 Æsop. XII. THE SUN AND THE FROGS.' REJOICING on their tyrant's wedding-day, 'The sun,' said he, 'once took it in his head From swamps, and ponds, and marshy bogs, "What shall we do, should he have progeny ?" "One sun we scarcely can endure, Will dry the very sea. Adieu to marsh and fen! Our race will perish then, Their dwelling in the Styx!' For such an humble animal, The frog, I take it, reason'd well.' XIII. THE COUNTRYMAN AND THE SERPENT.2 A COUNTRYMAN, as Esop certifies, And, if alive, devoid of sense. He took him up, and bore him home, And, thinking not what recompense For such a charity would come, There is another fable with this title, viz., Fable XXIV., Book XII. This fable in its earlier form will be found in Phædrus, I. 6. 2 Æsop; also Phædrus, IV. 18. Before the fire stretch'd him And back to being fetch'd hin?. He raised his head, thrust out his forkèd tongue, Now you shall die.' With that his axe he takes, 'Tis good and lovely to be kind; For as to wretchedness ingrate, You cannot raise it from its wretched state. XIV. THE SICK LION AND THE FOX.' SICK in his den, we understand, The king of beasts sent out command That of his vassals every sort Should send some deputies to court― With promise well to treat Each deputy and suite; On faith of lion, duly written, None should be scratch'd, much less be bitten. The royal will was executed, And some from every tribe deputed; The foxes, only, would not come. One thus explain'd their choice of home : 'Of those who seek the court, we learn, The tracks upon the sand This fact begetting some distrust, His plighted word is good, no doubt; We do not see how they get out.' XV. THE FOWLER, THE HAWK, AND THE LARK.' FROM wrongs of wicked men we draw Excuses for our own : Such is the universal law. Would you have mercy shown, A fowler's mirror served to snare Came down, as still as infant's breath, The pirate pluck'd his prey, I never did a wrong to thee.' Abstemius, 3. |