A Hundred Fables of La Fontaine - Jean de la Fontaine

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borrowing dame.

       "Night and day to each comer

       I sang, if you please."

       "You sang! I'm at ease;

       For 'tis plain at a glance,

       Now, ma'am, you must dance."

THE GRASSHOPPER and THE ANT.

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      Two thieves, pursuing their profession,

       Had of a donkey got possession,

       Whereon a strife arose,

       Which went from words to blows.

       The question was, to sell, or not to sell;

       But while our sturdy champions fought it well,

       Another thief, who chanced to pass,

       With ready wit rode off the ass.

      This ass is, by interpretation, Some province poor, or prostrate nation. The thieves are princes this and that, On spoils and plunder prone to fat— As those of Austria, Turkey, Hungary. (Instead of two, I've quoted three— Enough of such commodity.) These powers engaged in war all, Some fourth thief stops the quarrel, According all to one key, By riding off the donkey

THE THIEVES and THE ASS.

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      A wolf, affirming his belief

       That he had suffer'd by a thief,

       Brought up his neighbour fox—

       Of whom it was by all confess'd,

       His character was not the best—

       To fill the prisoner's box.

       As judge between these vermin,

       A monkey graced the ermine;

       And truly other gifts of Themis

       Did scarcely seem his;

       For while each party plead his cause,

       Appealing boldly to the laws,

       And much the question vex'd,

       Our monkey sat perplex'd.

       Their words and wrath expended,

       Their strife at length was ended;

       When, by their malice taught,

       The judge this judgment brought:

       "Your characters, my friends, I long have known,

       As on this trial clearly shown;

       And hence I fine you both—the grounds at large

       To state would little profit—

       You wolf, in short, as bringing groundless charge,

       You fox, as guilty of it."

      Come at it right or wrong, the judge opined No other than a villain could be fined

THE WOLF accusing THE FOX before THE MONKEY.

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      The king of animals, with royal grace,

       Would celebrate his birthday in the chase.

       'Twas not with bow and arrows,

       To slay some wretched sparrows;

       The lion hunts the wild boar of the wood,

       The antlered deer and stags, the fat and good.

       This time, the king, t' insure success,

       Took for his aide-de-camp an ass,

       A creature of stentorian voice,

       That felt much honour'd by the choice.

       The lion hid him in a proper station,

       And order'd him to bray, for his vocation,

       Assured that his tempestuous cry

       The boldest beasts would terrify,

       And cause them from their lairs to fly.

       And, sooth, the horrid noise the creature made

       Did strike the tenants of the wood with dread;

       And, as they headlong fled,

       All fell within the lion's ambuscade.

       "Has not my service glorious

       Made both of us victorious?"

       Cried out the much-elated ass.

       "Yes," said the lion; "bravely bray'd!

       Had I not known yourself and race,

       I should have been myself afraid!"

       The donkey, had he dared,

       With anger would have flared

       At this retort, though justly made;

       For who could suffer boasts to pass

       So ill-befitting to an ass?

THE LION and THE ASS hunting.

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      A wolf, whose gettings from the flocks

       Began to be but few,

       Bethought himself to play the fox

       In character quite new.

       A shepherd's hat and coat he took,

       A cudgel for a crook,

       Nor e'en the pipe forgot:

       And more to seem what he was not,

       Himself upon his hat he wrote,

       "I'm Willie, shepherd of these sheep."

       His person thus complete,

       His crook in upraised feet,

       The impostor Willie stole upon the keep.

       The real Willie, on the grass asleep,

       Slept there, indeed, profoundly,

       His dog and pipe slept, also soundly;

       His drowsy sheep around lay.

       As for the greatest number,

       Much bless'd the hypocrite their slumber,

       And hoped to drive away the flock,

       Could he the shepherd's voice but mock.

       He thought undoubtedly he could.

       He tried: the tone in which he spoke,

       Loud echoing from the wood,

       The plot and slumber broke;

       Sheep, dog, and man awoke.

       The wolf, in sorry plight,

       In hampering coat bedight,

      

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