To bark a little now and then, To chase off duns and beggar men, All sorts of well-cook'd meat- Tears glistening in his eyes. A gall'd spot on the mastiff's neck. 'What's that?' he cries. 'O, nothing but a speck.' 'A speck?' 'Ay, ay; 'tis not enough to pain me; Perhaps the collar's mark by which they chain me.' 'Chain! chain you! What! run you not, then, Just where you please, and when ?' 'Not always, sir; but what of that?' Enough for me, to spoil your fat! It ought to be a precious price Which could to servile chains entice; For me, I'll shun them while I've wit.' So ran Sir Wolf, and runneth yet. VI. THE HEIFER, THE GOAT, AND THE THE heifer, the goat, and their sister the sheep, 1 Phædrus, I. 5. From this fable come the French proverbial expression, la part du lion, and its English equivalent, the "lion's share.” And says, 'We'll proceed to divide with our paws The stag into pieces, as fix'd by our laws.' This done, he announces part first as his own; ''Tis mine,' he says, 'truly, as lion alone.' To such a decision there's nought to be said, As he who has made it is doubtless the head. 'Well, also, the second to me should belong; 'Tis mine, be it known, by the right of the strong. Again, as the bravest, the third must be mine. To touch but the fourth whoso maketh a sign, I'll choke him to death In the space of a breath!' VII.—THE WALLET.1 FROM heaven, one day, did Jupiter proclaim, Come, monkey, now, first let us have your speech. Are you well satisfied? 'And wherefore not ?' Says Jock. Haven't I four trotters with the rest? Is not my visage comely as the best? But this my brother Bruin, is a blot And sooner than be painted I'd be shot, The bear approaching, doth he make complaint? To crop his ears and stretch his tail were wise; One of Æsop's: Phædrus also gives it, Book IV. 10. The elephant, though famed as beast judicious, While on his own account he had no wishes, Pronounced dame whale too big to suit his taste; Of flesh and fat she was a perfect waste. The little ant, again, pronounced the gnat too wee; Each censured by the rest, himself content, VIII. THE SWALLOW AND THE LITTLE By voyages in air, BIRDS.1 With constant thought and care, The slightest storms she well foreknew, A farmer sowing hemp, once having found, Against this dangerous seed. Though such a bird as I 1 Æsop. 'Twill grow to nets and snares, Bedeck'd in tender green. The swallow's warning voice was heard again: To pull this field a thousand birds are needed, The swallow adds, Thus far I've fail'd of cure; I've prophesied in vain Against this fatal grain : It's grown. And now, my bonny birds, Thus far, take heed at last, When you shall see the seed-time past, But stop; you're not in plight Hence, then, to save your precious souls, "Twill be the safest way, To chuck yourselves in holes.' The birdlings, tired of hearing, Than did, before the Trojan slaughter, 'Tis thus we heed no instincts but our own; IX. THE CITY RAT AND THE COUNTRY A CITY rat, one night, Did, with a civil stoop, A country rat invite To end a turtle soup. Upon a Turkey carpet They found the table spread, The entertainment was It was a slight rat-tat, That put their joys to rout; 1 Priam's daughter.-Cassandra, who predicted the fall of Troy, and was not heeded. 2 Horace, Satires, II. 6: also in Æsop. |