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ELIZUR WRIGHT, Jr.
TWO VOLUMES IN ONE.
SANBORN, CARTER & BAZIN.
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Kl.IZi.'R WRIGHT, JR., IN THE CLERK's OFFICE OF THE Disnuci
COI.'RT OF THE DISTRICT CF MASSACHUSETTS
The Fables of La Fontaine were the delight of
Fenelon, and have been in high favor with the
best and wisest teachers of youth ever since. In
translating them, it was my endeavor to follow
the original as closely as I could, and produce
readable English. The testimonies of my success
in this respect are extremely gratifying. But,
having reason to suppose, from criticisms both
friendly and unfriendly, that the work might be
rendered more acceptable to parents and teachers
in other respects, I have, with some care, revised
'it for that purpose, changing many expressions,
altering some fables, and entirely omitting a few.
To save the expense of recasting the plates of the
whole work, I have taken the liberty to fill up the
places of those omitted, with others from my own
pen. They will be found marked with a star in
the Index. After all, I am not so foolish as to
expect that these time-honored fables will entirely
escape censure. In this age, distinguished for
almost every thing more than sincerity, there are
some people who would seem too delicate and
refined to read their Bibles. They are themselves
so far removed from reality, that the very word
fable seems to disturb them, as the word hemp
does a person whose relative has been hanged.
But the unsophisticated lovers of nature, who have
not had the opportunity to acquaint themselves
with the French language, I have no doubt will
thank me for interpreting to them these honest
and truthful fictions of the frank old Jean, and
will beg me to proceed no farther in the work of
Dorchester, March 3, 1843
(Human nature, when fresh from die hand of God,
was full of poetry./ Its sociality coul ^ot be pent with-
in th » bounds of the actual. To tht ower inhabitants
of air, ear?.h, and water, — and even to those elements
themselves, in all their parts and fonaa, — it gave speech
and reason. The skies it peopled with beings, on the
noblest model of which it could have any conception-
to wit, its own. The intercourse of these beings, thus
created and endowed, — from "he deity kindled into im-
mortality by the imagination, to the clod personified for
the moment, — gratified one of its strongest propensities ,
for man may well enough be defined as the historica.
animal. The faculty which, in after ages, was to chron-
icle the realities developed by time, had at first no em
ployment but to place on record the productions of the
imagination. Hence, fable blossomed and ripened in
the remotest antiquity. We see it mingling itself with
the primeval history of all nations. It is not improbable
that many of the narratives which have been preserved
for us, by the bark or parchment of the first rude histo-
ries, as serious matters of fact, were originally apologues,
or parables, invented to give power and wings to moral
lessons, and afterwards modified, in their passage from
mouth to mouth, by the well-known magic of credulity
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The most ancient poets graced their productions with
apologues. Hesiod's fable of the Hawk and the Night-
ingale is an instance. The fable or parable was ancient-
ly, as it is even now, a favorite weapon of the most suc-
cessful orators. When Jotham would show the She-
chernites the folly of their ingratitude, he uttered the
fable of the Fig-tree, the Olive, the Vine, and the
Bramble. When the prophet Nathan would oblige
David to pass a sentence of condemnation upon him-
self in the matter of Uriah, he brought before him the
apologue of the rich man who, having many sheep, took
away that of the poor man who had but one. When
Joash, the king of Israel, would rebuke the vanity of
Amaziah, the king of Judah, he referred him to the fa-
ble of the Thistle and the Cedar. COuv blessed Savior,
the best of all teachers, was remarkable for his constant
use of parables, which are but fables — we speak it with
reverence — adapted to the gravity of the subjects on
which he discoursed!/ And, in profane history, we read
that Stesichorus put the Himerians on their guard against
the tyranny of Phalaris by the fable of the Horse and the
Stag. Cyrus, for the instruction of kings, told the story
of the fisher obliged to use his nets to take the fish that
turned a deaf ear to the sound of his flute. Menenius
Agrippa, wishing to bring back the mutinous Roman
people from Mount Sacer, ended his harangue with the
fable of the Belly and the Members. A Ligurian, in
order to dissuade King Comanus from yielding to the
Phocians a portion of his territory as the site of Mar-
seilles, introduced into his discourse the story of the
bitch that borrowed a kennel in which to bring forth her
young, but, when they were sufficiently grown, refused
to give it up.
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In all these instances, we see that fable wa3 a mere
auxiliary of discourse — an implement of the orator.
Such, probably, was the origin of the apologues which
now form the bulk of the most popular collections.
f^Msop, who lived about six hundred years before Christ,
so far as we can reach the reality of his life, was an
orator who wielded the apologue with remarkable skill.
From a servile condition, he rose, by the force of his
genius, to be the counsellor of kings and states. His
wisdom was in demand far and wide, and on the most
important occasions. The pithy apologues which fell
from his lips, which, like the rules of arithmetic, solved
the difficult problems of human conduct constantly pre-
sented to him, were remembered when the speeches that
contained them were forgotten. He seems to have writ-
ten nothing himself; but it was not long before the gems
which he scattered began to be gathered up in collections,
as a distinct species of literature. The great and good
Socrates employed himself, while in prison, in turning
the fables of iEsop into verse. Though but a few frag-
ments of his composition have come down to us, he may,
perhaps, be regarded as the father of fable, considered as
a distinct art. Induced by his example, many Greek po-
ets and philosophers tried their hands in it. Archilocus,
AlcEeus, Aristotle, Plato, Diodorus, Plutarch, and Lucian,
have left us specimens. Collections of fables bearing
the name of iEsop became current in the Greek
language. It was not, however, till the year 1447,
that the large collection which now bears his name was
put forth in Greek prose by Planudes, a monk of Con-
stantinople. This man turned the life of iEsop itself
into a fable ; and La Fontaine did it the honor to trans-
late it as a preface to his own collection. Though bur-
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dened with insufferable puerilities, it is not without the
moral that a rude and deformed exterior may conceal
both wit and worth.
The collection of fables in Greek verse by Babrias
was exceedingly popular among the Romans. It was
the favorite book of the Emperor Julian. Only six of
these fables, and a few fragments, remain ; but they are
sufficient to show that their author possessed all the
graces of style which befit the apologue. Some critics
place him in the Augustan age ; others make him con-
temporary with Moschus. His work was versified in
Latin, at the instance of Seneca ; and Quinctilian refers
to it as a reading-book for boys. Thus, at all times,
these playful fictions have been considered fit lessons for
children, as well as for men, who are often but grown-up
children. So popular were the fables of Babrias and
their Latin translation, during the Roman empire, that
the work of Phsedrus was hardly noticed. The latter
was a freedman of Augustus, and wrote in the reign of
Tiberius. (His verse stands almost unrivalled for its
exquisite elegance and compactness j and posterity has
abundantly avenged him for the neglect of contempora-
ries. La Fontaine is perhaps more indebted to Phosdrus
than to any other of his predecessors ; and, especially in
the first six books, his style has much of the same cu-
rious condensation. When the seat of the empire was
transferred to Byzantium, the Greek language took pre-
cedence of the Latin; and the rhetorician Aphtonius
wrote forty fables in Greek prose, which became popular.
Besides these collections among the Romans, we find
apologues scattered through the writings of their best
poets and historians, and embalmed in those specimens
of their oratory which have come down to us.
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The apologues of the Greeks and Romans were brief,
pithy, and epigrammatic, and their collections were with-
out any principle of connection. But, at the game time,
though probably unknown to them, the same species of
literature was flourishing elsewhere under a somewhat
different form. It is made a question, whether ./Esop,
through the Assyrians, with whom the Phrygians had
commercial relations, did not either borrow his art from
the Orientals, or lend it to them. This disputed subject
must be left to those who have a taste for such inquiries.
Certain it is, however, that fable nourished very ancient-
ly with the people whose faith embraces the doctrine of
metempsychosis. Among the Hindoos, there are two
very ancient collections of fables, which differ from
those which we have already mentioned, in having a
principle of connection throughout. They are, in fact,
extended romances, or dramas, in which all sorts of
creatures are introduced as actors, and in which there is
a development of sentiment and passion as well as of
moral truth, the whole being wrought into a system of
morals particularly adapted to the use of those called to
govern. One of these works is called the Pantcha
Tantra, which signifies "Five Books," or Pentateuch.
It is written in prose. The other is called the Hitopadesa,
or " Friendly Instruction," and is written in verse. Both
are in the ancient Sanscrit language, and bear the name
of a Bramin, Vishnoo Sarmah, as the author. Sir Wil-
liam Jones, who is inclined to make this author the true
iEsop of the world, and to doubt the existence of the
Phrygian, gives him the preference to all other fabulists,
both in regard to matter and manner. ) He has left a prose
translation of the Hitopadesa, which, though it may not
fully sustain his enthusiastic preference, shows it not to
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be entirely groundless. We give a sample of it, and se-
lect a fable which La Fontaine has served up as the
twenty-seventh of his eighth book. It should be under-
stood that the fable, with the moral reflections which
accompany it, is taken from the speech of one animal to
" Frugality should ever be practised, but not excessive parsimony ;■■
for see how a miser was killed by a bow drawn by himself! "
" How was that?" said Hiranyaca.
•" *' In the country of Calyanacataca," said Menthara, " lived a mighty
hunter, named Bhairaza, or Terrible. One day he went, in search
of game, into a forest on the mountains Vindhya ; when, having
slain a fawn, and taken it up, he perceived a boar of tremendous
size ; he therefore threw the fawn on the ground, and wounded the
boar with an arrow; the beast, horribly roaring, rushed upon him,
and wounded him desperately, so that he fell, like a tree stricken
with an axe.
" In the mean while, a jackal, named Lougery, was roving in
search of food ; and, having perceived the fawn, the hunter, and the
boar, till three dead, he said to himself, ' What a noble provision is
here made for me ! '
" As the pains of men assail them unexpectedly, so their pleasures
come in the same manner ; a divine power strongly operates in both.
" ' Be it so ; the flesh of these three animals will sustain me a
whole month, or longer.
" ' A man suffices for one month; a fawn and a honr, for two;
a .=nak<", for a whole day; and then I will devour the bowstring,'
When the first impulse of his hunger was allayed, he said, 'This
flesh is not yet tender; let me taste the twisted string, with which
the horns of this bow are joined.' So saying, he began to gnaw it :
but, in the instant when he had cut the string, the severed bow leaped
forcibly up, and wounded him in the breast, so that he departed in
the agonies of death. This I meant, when I cited tho verse, Frugal
ity should ever be practised, &.c."
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"What thou givest to distinguished men, and what thou eatest
every day — that, in my opinion, is thine own wealth: whose is the
remainder, which thou hoardest? "
Works of Sir William Jones, Vol. VI., p. 36.
/it was one of these books which Chosroe's, the king
of Persia, caused to be translated from the Sanscrit into
the ancient language of his country, in the sixth century
of the Christian era, sending an embassy into Hindostan
expressly for that purposed) Of the Persian book a
translation was made, in the time of the Calif Mansour,
in the eighth century, into Arabic. This Arabic transla-
tion it is which became famous under the title of " The
Book of Calila and Dimna, or the Fables of Bidpai."
Calila and Dimna are the names of two jackals that
figure in the history, and Bidpalf is one of the principal
human interlocutors, who came to be mistaken for the
author. This remarkable book was turned into verse by
several of the Arabic poets, was translated into Greek,
Hebrew, Latin, modern Persian, and, in the course of a
few centuries, either directly or indirectly, into most of
the languages of modern Europe.
Forty-one of the unadorned and disconnected fables of
iEsop were also translated into Arabic at a period some-
what more recent than the Hegira, and passed by the
name of the " Fables of Lokman." Their want of po-
etical ornament prevented them from acquiring much
popularity with the Arabians ; but they became well
known in Europe, as furnishing a convenient text-book
in the study of Arabic.
The Hitopadesa, the fountain of poetic fables, with its
innumerable translations and modifications, seems to have
had the greatest charms for the Orientals. As it passed
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down the stream of time, version after version, the orna-
ment and machinery outgrew the moral instruction, till
it gave birth, at last, to such works of mere amusement
as the " Thousand and One Nights."
Fable slept, with other things, in the dark ages of
Europe. Abridgments took the place of the large collec-
tions, and probably occasioned the entire loss of some of
them. As literature revived, fable was resuscitated. The
crusades had brought European mind in contact with the
Indian works which we have already described, in their
Arabic dress. Translations and imitations in the Euro-
pean tongues were speedily multiplied. The " Romance
of the Fox," the work of Perrot de Saint Cloud, one of
the most successful of these imitations, dates back to the
thirteenth century. It found its way into most of the
northern languages, and became a household book. It
undoubtedly had great influence over the taste of suc-
ceeding ages, shedding upon the severe and satirical wit
of the Greek and Roman literature the rich, mellow light
of Asiatic poetry. The poets of that age were not con-
fined, however, to fables from the Hindoo source. Marie
de France, also, in the thirteenth century, versified one
hundred of the fables of iEsop, translating from an Eng-
lish collection, which does not now appear to be extant.
Her work is entitled the Ysopet, or "Little iEsop."
Other versions, with the same title, were subsequently
written. It was in 1447 that Planudes, already referred
to, wrote in Greek prose a collection of fables, prefacing
it with a life of JEsop, which, for a long time, passed for
the veritable work of that ancient. In the next century,
Abstemius wrote two hundred fables in Latin prose,
partly of modern, but chiefly of ancient invention. At
this time, the vulgar languages had undergone so great
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changes, that works in them of two or three centuries
old could not be understood, and, consequently, the Latin
became the favorite language of authors. Many collec-
tions of fables were written in it, both in prose and verse.
By the art of printing, these works were greatly multi-
plied ; and again the poets undertook the task of translat-
ing them into the language of the people. The French
led the way in this species of literature, their language
seeming to present some great advantages for it. One
hundred years before La Fontaine, Corrozet, Guillaume
Gueroult, and Philibert Hegemon, had written beautiful
fables in verse, which it is supposed La Fontaine must
have read and profited by, although they had become
nearly obsolete in his time. It is a remarkable fact, that
these poetical fables should so soon have been forgotten.
It was soon after their appearance that the languages of
Europe attained their full development ; and, at this
epoch, prose seems to have been universally preferred to
poetry. So strong was this preference, that Qgilby, the
Scotch fabulist, who had written a collection of fables in
English verse, reduced them to prose on the occasion of
publishing a more splendid edition in 1668. It seems to
have been the settled opinion of the critics of that age, as
it has, indeed, been stoutly maintained since, that the
ornaments of poetry only impair the force of the fable —
that the Muses, by becoming the handmaids of old JEsop,
part with their own dignity without conferring any on
him. La Fontaine has made such an opinion almost
heretical. In his manner there is a perfect originality,
and an immortality every way equal to that of the matter
which he gathered up from all parts of the great store-
house of human experience. His fables are like pure
gold enveloped in solid rock-crystal. In English, a few
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of the faDles of Gay, of Moore, and of Cowper, may be
compared with them in some respects, but we have noth-
ing resembling them as a whole. Gay, who has done
more than any other, though he has displayed great
power of invention, and has gi^en his verse a flow wor-
thy of his master, Pope, has yet fallen far behind La
Fontaine in the general management of his materials.
His fables are all beautiful poems, but few of them are
beautiful fables. His animal speakers do not sufficiently
preserve their animal characters. It is quite otherwise
with La Fontaine. His beasts are made most nicely to
observe all the proprieties not only of the scene in which
they are called to speak, but of the great drama into
which they are from time to time introduced. His work
constitutes an harmonious whole. To those who read it
in the original, it is one of the few which never cloy the
appetite. As in the poetry of v Burns, you are apt to
think the last verse you read of him the best.
But the main object of this Preface was to give a few
traces of the life and literary career of our poet. A re-
markable poet cannot but have been a remarkable man.
Suppose we take a man with native benevolence amount-
ing almost to folly ; but little cunning, caution, or vener-
ation ; good perceptive, but better reflective faculties ;
and a dominant love of the beautiful; — and toss him
into the focus of civilization in the age of Louis XIV. It
is an interesting problem to find out what will become of
him. Such is the problem worked out in the life of Jean
de La Fontaine, born on the eighth of July, 1621, at
Chateau-Thierry. His father, a man of some substance
and station, committed two blunders in disposing of his
son. First, he encouraged him to seek an education for
ecclesiastical life, which was evidently unsuited to his
dispositions. Second, he brought about his marriage with
a woman who was unfitted to secure his affections, or to
manage his domestic affairs. In one other point, he was
not so much mistaken : he labored unremittingly to make
his son a poet. Jean was a backward boy, and showed
not the least spark of poetical genius till his twenty-
second year. His poetical faculties did not ripen till
long after that time. But his father lived to see him
all, and more than all, that he had ever hoped.
This case is apparently, and only apparently, an ex-
ception to the old rule, Poeta nascitur, orator jit, — The
poet is born, the orator is made. ; The truth is, without
exception, that every poet is born such ; and many are
born such of whose poetry the world knows . nothing.
Every known poet is also somewhat an orator ; and as
to this part of his character, he is made. ( And many are
known as poets who are altogether made ; they are mere
second-hand, or orator poets, and are quite intolerable
unless exceedingly well made, which is unfortunately
seldom the case. : It would be wise in them to busy
themselves as mere translators. Every one who is born
with propensities to love and wonder too strong and deep
to be worn off by repetition or continuance, — in other
words, who is born to be always young, — is born a poet.
The other requisites he has of course. Upon him the
making will never be lost. ; The richest gems do the
most honor to their polishing. But they are gems with-
out any. So there are men who pass through the world
with their souls full of poetry, who would not believe
you if you were to tell them so. Happy for them is their
ignorance, perhaps. La Fontaine came near being one
of them. All that is artificial in poetry to him came late
and with difficulty. Yet it resulted from his keen relish
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of nature, that he was never satisfied with his art of verse
till he had brought it to the confines of perfection. He
did not philosophize over the animals; he sympathized
with them. A philosopher would not have lost a fash-
ionable dinner in his admiration of a common ant-hill.
La Fontaine did so once, because the well-known little
community was engaged in what he took to be a funeral.
He could not in decency leave them till it was over.
Verse-making out of the question, this was to be a gen-
uine poet, though, with common-place mortals, it was also
to be a fool.
As we have already said, Jean was a backward boy.
But, under a dull exterior, the mental machinery was
working splendidly within. He lacked all that outside
care and prudence, — that constant looking out for break-
ers, — which obstruct the growth and ripening of the re-
flective faculties. The vulgar, by a queer mistake, call
a man absent-minded, when his mind shuts the door, pulls
in the latch-string, and is wholly at home. La Fontaine's
mind was exceedingly domestic. It was nowhere but at
home when, riding from Paris to Chateau-Thierry, a
bundle of papers fell from his saddle-bow without his
perceiving it. The mail-carrier, coming behind him,
picked it up, and, overtaking La Fontaine, asked him if
he had lost any thing. "Certainly not," he replied,
looking about him with great surprise. " Well, I have
just picked up these papers," rejoined the other. "Ah!
they are mine," cried La Fontaine; "they involve my
whole estate." " And he eagerly reached to take them.
On another occasion, he was equally at home. Stopping
on a journey, he ordered dinner at a hotel, and then took
a ramble about the town. On his return, he entered
another hotel, and, passing through into the garden, took
from his pocket a copy of Livy, in which he quietly set
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himself to read till his dinner should be ready. The book
made him forget his appetite, till a servant informed him
of his mistake, and he returned to his hotel just in time
to pay his bill and proceed on his journey.
It will be perceived that he took the world quietly, and
his doing; so undoubtedly had important bearings on his
style. We give another anecdote, which illustrates this
peculiarity of his mind as well as the superlative folly
of duelling. Not long after his marriage, with all
his indifference to his wife, he was persuaded into a fit
of singular jealousy. He was intimate with an ex-captain
of dragoons, by the name of Poignant, who had retired
to Chateau-Thierry ; a frank, open-hearted man, but of
extremely little gallantry. Whenever Poignant was not
at his inn, he was at La Fontaine's, and consequently
with his wife, when he himself was not at home. Some
person took it in his head to ask La Fontaine why he
suffered these constant visits. u And why," said La
Fontaine, " should I not ? He is my best friend." " The
public think otherwise," was the reply; " they say that
he comes for the sake of Madam La Fontaine." " The
public is mistaken ; but what must I do in the case ? "
said the poet. u You must demand satisfaction, sword in
hand, of one who has dishonored you." " Very well,"
said La Fontaine, " 1 will demand it." The next day he
called on Poignant, at four o'clock in the morning, and
found him in bed. " Ptise," said he, " and come out with
me ! " His friend asked him what was the matter, and
what pressing business had brought him so early in the
morning. "I shall let you know," replied La Fontaine,
" when we get abroad." Poignant, in great astonish-
ment, rose, followed him out, and asked whither he was
leading. " You shall know by and by," replied La Fon-
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taine ; and at last, when they had reached a retired place,
he said, " My friend, we must fight." Poignant, still more
surprised, sought to know in what he had offended him,
and, moreover, represented to him that they were not on
equal terms. "I am a man of war," said he, "while, as
for you, you have never drawn a sword." " No matter,"
sajd La Fontaine ; " the public requires that I should
fight you." Poignant, after having resisted in vain, at
last drew his sword, and, having easily made himself
master of La Fontaine's, demanded the cause of the
quarrel. "The public maintains," said La Fontaine,
" that you come to my house daily, not for my sake, but
my wife's." "Ah, my friend," replied the other, "1
should never have suspected that was the cause of your
displeasure, and I protest I will never again put a foot
within your floors." f On the contrary," replied La
Fontaine, seizing him by the hand, " I have satisfied the
public, and now you must come to my house every day,
or I will fight you again." The two antagonists re-
turned, and breakfasted together in good humor.
It was not, as we have said, till his twenty-second
year, that La Fontaine showed any taste for poetry.
The occasion was this : — An officer, in winter-quarters
at Chateau-Thierry, one day read to him, with great
spirit," an ode of Malherbe, beginning thus —
Que direz-vous, races futures,
Si quelquefois un vrai discours
Vous recite les aventures
De nos abominables jours ?
Or, as we might paraphrase it, —
What will ye'say, ye future days,
If I, for once, in honest rhymes,
ftecouht to you the deeds and ways
Of our abominable times?
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La Fontaine listened with mechanical transports of
joy, admiration, and astonishment, as if a man born with
a genius for music, but brought up in a desert, had for
the first time heard a well-played instrument. He set
himself immediately to reading Malherbe, passed his
nights in learning his verses by heart, and his days in
declaiming them in solitary places. He also read Voi-
ture, and began to write verses in imitation. Happily, at
this period, a relative, named Pintrel, directed his at-
tention to ancient literature, and advised him to make
himself familiar with Horace, Homer, Virgil, Terence,
and Quinctilian. He accepted this counsel. M. de Mau-
croix, another of his friends, who cultivated poetry with
success, also contributed to confirm his taste for the
ancient models. His great delight, however, was to read
Plato and Plutarch, which he did only through transla-
tions. The copies which he used are said to bear his
manuscript notes on almost every page, and these notes
are the maxims which are to be found in his fables.
Returning from this study of the ancients, he read the
moderns with more discrimination. His favorites, be-
sides Malherbe, were Corneille, Rabelais, and Marot.
In Italian, he read Ariosto, Boccaccio, and Machiavel.
In 1654, he published his first work, a translation of the
Eunuch of Terence. It met with no success. But this
does not seem at all to have disturbed its author. He
cultivated verse-making with as much ardor and good-
humor as ever ; and his verses soon began to be admired
in the circle of his friends. No man had ever more
devoted friends. Verses that have cost thought are not
relished without thought. When a genius appears, it
takes some little time for the world to educate itself
to a knowledge of the fact. By one of his friends, La
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Fontaine was introduced to Fouquet, the minister of
finance, a man of great power, and who rivalled his
sovereign in wealth and luxury. It was his pride to be
the patron of literary men, and he was pleased to make
La Fontaine his poet, settling upon him a pension of one
thousand francs per annum, on condition that he should
produce a piece in verse each quarter, — a condition
which was exactly complied with till the fall of the
Fouquet was a most splendid villain, and positively,
though perhaps not comparatively, deserved to fall. But
it was enough for La Fontaine that Fouquet had done
him a kindness. He took the part of the disgraced min-
ister, without counting the cost. His " Elegy to the
Nymphs of Vaux " was a shield to the fallen man, and
turned popular hatred into sympathy. The good-hearted
poet rejoiced exceedingly in its success. Bon-komme was
the appellation which his friends pleasantly gave him,
and by which he became known every where; — and
never did a man better deserve it in its best sense. He
was good by nature — not by the calculation of conse-
quences. Indeed, it does not seem ever to have occurred
to him that kindness, gratitude, and truth, could have any
other than good consequences. He was truly a French-
man without guile, and possessed to perfection that com-
fortable trait, — in which French character is commonly
allowed to excel the English, — good-humor with the
La Fontaine was the intimate friend of Molicre,
Boileau, and Racine. Moliere had already established
a reputation ; but the others became known to the world
at the same time. Boileau hired a small chamber in the
Faubourg Saint Germain, where they all met several
times a week ; for La Fontaine, at the age of forty-four,
had left Chateau-Thierry, and become a citizen of Paris.
Here they discussed all sorts of topics, admitting to their
society Chapelle, a man of less genius, but of greater
conversational powers, than either of them — a sort of
connecting link between them and the world. Four
poets, or four men, could hardly have been more unlike.
Boileau was blustering, blunt, peremptory, but honest
and frank ; Racine, of a pleasant and tranquil gayety,
but mischievous and sarcastic ; Moliere was naturally
considerate, pensive, and melancholy ; La Fontaine was
often absent-minded, but sometimes exceedingly jovial,
delighting with his sallies, his witty na'ivttis, and his
arch simplicity. These meetings, which no doubt had a
great influence upon French literature, La Fontaine, in
one of his prefaces, thus describes : — " Four friends,
whose acquaintance had begun at the foot of Parnassus,
held a sort of soeiety, which I should call an Academy,
if their number had been sufficiently great, and if they
had had as much- regard for the Muses as for pleasure.
The first thing which they did was to banish from among
thern all rules of conversation, and every thing which
savors of the academic conference. When they met, and
had sufficiently discussed their amusements, if chance
threw them upon any point of science or belles-lettres,
they profited by the occasion; it was, however, without
dwelling too long on the same subject, flitting from one
thing to another like the bees that meet divers sorts of
flowers on their way. Neither envy, malice, nor cabal
had any voice among them. They adored the works of
the ancients, never refused .due praise to those of the
moderns, spoke modestly of their own, and gave each
other sincere counsel, when any one of them — which
rarely happened — fell into the malady of the age, and
published a book."
The absent-mindedness of our fabulist not unfrequent-
ly created much amusement on these occasions, and made
him the object of mirthful conspiracies. So keenly was
the game pursued by Boileau and Racine, that the more
considerate Molicre felt obliged sometimes to expose and
rebuke them. Once, after having done so, he privately
told a stranger, who was present with them, the wits
would have worried themselves in vain ; they could not
have obliterated the bon-hormne.
La Fontaine, as we have said, was an admirer of
Rabelais ; — to what a pitch, the following anecdote may
show. At one of the meetings at Boileau's were present
Racine, Valincourt, and a brother of Boileau's, a doctor
of the Sorbonne. The latter took it upon him to set
forth the merits of St. Augustin in a pompous eulogium.
La Fontaine, plunged in one of his habitual reveries,
listened without hearing. At last, rousing himself as if
from a profound sleep, to prove that the conversation had
not been lost upon him, he asked the doctor, with a very
serious air, whether he thought St. Augustin had as much
wit as Rabelais. The divine, surprised, looked at him
from head to foot, and only replied, " Take care, Mon-
sieur La Fontaine ; you have put one of your stockings
on wrong side outwards " — which was the fact.
It was in 1668 that La Fontaine published his first col-
lection of fables, under the modest title, Fables Choisies,
raises en Vers, in a quarto volume, with figures designed
and engraved by Chauveau. It contained six books, and
was dedicated to the Dauphin. Many of the fables had
already been published in a separate form. The success
of this collection was so great, that it was reprinted the
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same year in a smaller size. Fables had come to be re-
garded as beneath poetry ; La Fontaine established them
at once on the top of Parnassus. The ablest poets of his
age did not think it beneath them to enter the lists with
him ;. and it is needless to say they came off second best.
One of the fables of the first book is addressed to the
Duke de la Rochefoucauld, and was the consequence of a
friend ship between La Fontaine and the author of the
celebrated "Maxims." Connected with the duke was
Madam La Fayette, one of the most learned and inge-
nious women of her age, who consequently became the
admirer and friend of the fabulist. To her he wrote
verses abundantly, as he did to all who made him the
object of their kind regard. Indeed, notwithstanding his
avowed indolence, or rather passion for quiet and sleep,
his pen was very productive. In 1669, he published
"Psyche," a romance in prose and verse, which he dedi-
cated to the Duchess de Bouillon, in gratitude for many
kindnesses. The prose is said to be better than the verse ;
but this can hardly be true in respect to the following
lines, in which the poet, under the apt name of Polyphile,
in a hymn addressed to Pleasure, undoubtedly sketches
himself : —
Volupte, Volupte, qui fus jadis maltresse
Du plus be I esprit de la Grece,
Ne me dedaigne pas ; viens-t'en loger chez raoi ,
Tu n'y seras pas sans emploi :
J'aime le jeu, 1'amour, les livres, la musique,
La ville et la campagne, enfiii tout; il n'est rien
Qui ne me soit souverain bien,
Jusqu'au sombre plaisir d'un cceur melancholique.
Viens done ....
The characteristic grace and playfulness of this seem
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to defy translation. To the mere English reader the
sense may be roughly given thus : —
Delight, Delight, who didst as mistress hold
The finest wit of Grecian mould,
Disdain not me ; but come,
And make my house thy home.
Thou shalt not be without employ :
In play, love, music, books, I joy,
In town and country; and, indeed, there's nought,
E'en to the luxury of sober thought, —
The sombre, melancholy mood, —
But brings to me the sovereign good.
Come, then, &c.
The same Polyphile, in recounting his adventures on
a visit to the infernal regions, tells us that he saw, in the
hands of the cruel Eumenides,
Les auteurs de maint hymen force,
L'amant chiche, et la dame au coeur interess6;
La troupe des censeurs, peuple a l'Amour rebelle j
Ceux enfin dont les vers out noirci quelque belle.
Artificers of many a loveless match,
Atid lovers who but sought the pence to catch ;
The crew censorious, rebels against Love ;
And those whose verses soiled the fair above.
To be " rebels against Love " was quite unpardonable
with La Fontaine; and to bring about a "hymen forcd "
was a crime, of which he probably spoke with some per-
sonal feeling. The great popularity of " Psyche " en-
couraged the author to publish two volumes of poems
and tales in 1671, in which were contained several new
fables. The celebrated Madam de Sevigne thus speaks
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of these fables, in one of her letters to her daughter : —
" But have you not admired the beauty of the five or six
fables of La Fontaine contained in one of the volumes
which I sent you? We were charmed with them the
other day at M. de la Rochefoucauld's : we got by heart
that of the Monkey and the Cat." Then, quoting some
lines, she adds, — " This is painting ! And the Pumpkin
— and the Nightingale — they are worthy of the first
volume!" It was in his stories that La Fontaine ex-
celled ; and Madam de Sevigne expresses a wish to in-
vent a fable which would impress upon him the folly of
leaving his peculiar province. He seemed himself not
insensible where his strength lay, and seldom ventured
upon any other ground, except at the instance of his
friends. With all his lightness, he felt a deep veneration
for religion — the most spiritual and rigid which came
within the circle of his immediate acquaintance. He
admired Jansenius and the Port Royalists, and heartily
loved Racine, who was of their faith. Count Henri-
Louis de Lomenie, of Brienne, — who, after being secre-
tary of state, had retired to the Oratoire, — was engaged
in bringing out a better collection of Christian lyrics.
To this work he pressed La Fontaine, whom he called
his particular friend^to lend his name and contributions.
Thus the author of" Psyche," " Adonis," and " Joconde,"
was led to the composition of pious hymns, and versifica-
tions of the Psalms of David. Gifted by nature with
the utmost frankness of disposition, he sympathized fully
with Arnauld and Pascal in the war against the Jesuits ;
and it would seem, from his Ballade sur Escobar, that he
had read and relished the " Provincial Letters." This
ballad, as it may be a curiosity to many, shall be given
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C'jsst k bon droit que l'on condamne a Rome
L'eveque d'Ypre,* auteur de vains debats ;
Ses sectateurs nous defendent en somme
Tous Ips plaisirs que l'on goute ici-bas.
En paradis allant au petit pas,
On y parvient, quoi qu'ARNAULD nous en die*
La volupte sans cause il a bannie.
Veut-on monter sur les celestes tours.
Che m in pierreux est grande reverie.
Escobar sait un chemin de velours.
II ne dit pas qu'on peut tuer un homme
Qui sans raison nous tient en altercas
Pour un ietu ou bien pour un pomme ;
Mais qu'on le peut pour quatre ou cinq ducats
Meme il soutient qu'on peut en certains cas
Faire un serment plein de supercherie,
S'abandonner aux douceurs de la vie,
S'il est besoin conserver ses amours.
Ne faut-il pas apres cela qu'on crie :
Escobar sait un chemin de velours?
Au nom de Dieu, lisez-moi quelque somme
De ces ecrits dont chez lui l'on fait cas.
Qu'cst-il besoin qu'a present je les nomine?
II en est tant qu'on ne les connolt paB.
Do leurs avis servez-vous pour compas.
N'admettez qu'eux en votre librairie;
Brulez Arnauld avec sa coterie,
Pres d' Escobar ce ne sont qu'esprits lourds.
Je vous le dis: ce n'est point raillerie,
Escobar sait un chemin de velours.
* Corneille Jan&eniu*.
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Toi, que l'orgueil poussa dans la voirie,
Q.ui tiens la-bas noire conciergerie,
Lucifer, chef des infernal cours,
Pour eviter les traits de ta furie,
Escobar sait un chomin de velours.
Thus does the Bon-homme treat the subtle Escobar, the
prince and prototype of the moralists of expediency. To
translate his artless and delicate irony is hardly possible.
The writer of this hasty Preface offers the following only
as an attempted imitation.
Good cause has Rome to reprobate
The bishop who disputes her so ;
His followers reject and hate
All pleasures that we taste below.
To heaven an easy pace may go,
Whatever crazy Arnauld saith,
Who aims at pleasure causeless wrath.
Seek we the better world afar?
We're fools to choose the rugged path :
A velvet road hath Escobar.
Although he does not say you can,
Should one with you for nothing strive,
Or for a trifle, kill the man —
You can for ducats four or five.
Indeed, if circumstances drive,
Defraud, or take false oaths you may,
Or to the charms of life give way,
When Love must needs the door unbar.
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Henceforth must not the pilgrim say,
A velvet road hath Escobar?
Now, would to God that one would state
The pith of all his works to me.
What boots it to enumerate ?
As well attempt to drain the sea! —
Your chart and compass let them be ,
All other books put under ban ;
Burn Aruauld and his rigid clan —
They're blockheads if we but compare; —
It is no joke, — I tell you, man,
A velvet road hath Escobar.
Thou warden of the prison black,
Who didst on heaven turn thy back,
The chieftain of th' infernal war !
To shun thy arrows and thy rack,
A velvet road hath Escobar.
The verses of La Fontaine did more for his reputation
than for his purse. His paternal estate wasted away
under his carelessness ; for, when the ends of the year
refused to meet, he sold a piece of land sufficient to
make them do so. His wife, no better qualified to
manage worldly gear than himself, probably lived on
her family friends, who were able to support her, and
who seem to have done so without blaming him. She
had lived with him in Paris for some time after that city
became his abode ; but, tiring at length of the city life,
she had returned to Chateau-Thierry, and occupied the
family mansion. At the earnest expostulation of Boileau
and Racine, who wished to make him a better husband,
he returned to Chateau Thierry himself, in 1666, for the
purpose of becoming reconciled to his wife. But his
purpose strangely vanished. He called at his own
house, learned from the domestic, who did not know
him, that Madam La Fontaine was in good health, and
passed on to the house of a friend, where he tarried two
days, and then returned to Paris without having seen his
wife. When his friends inquired of him his success,
with some confusion he replied, " I have been to see her,
but I did not find her: she was well." Twenty years
after that, Racine prevailed on him to visit his patrimo-
nial estate, to take some care of what remained. Racine,
not hearing from him, sent to know what he was about,
when La Fontaine wrote as follows: — "Poignant, on
his return from Paris, told me that you took my silence
in very bad part ; the worse, because you had been told
that I have been incessantly at work since my arrival at
Chateau Thierry, and that, instead of applying myself
to my affairs, I have had nothing in my head but verses.
All this is no more than half true : my affairs occupy me
as much as they deserve to — that is to say, not at all ;
but the leisure which they leave me — it is not poetry,
but idleness, which makes away with it." On a certain
occasion, in the earlier part of his life, when pressed in
regard to his improvidence, he gayly produced the fol-
lowing epigram, which has commonly been appended to
his fables as " The Epitaph of La Fontaine, written by
Himself" : —
Jean s'en alia comme il 6toit venu,
Mangea le fonds avec le revenu,
Tint fes tr6sors chose peu necessaire.
Quant & son temps, bien sut le dispenser:
Deux parts en fit, dont il souloit passer
Lt'une a dormir, et l'autre k ne rien faire
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This confession, the immortality of which was so little
foreseen by its author, liberally rendered, amounts to the
following : —
John went as he came — ate his farm with its fruits,
Held treasure to be but the cause of disputes,
And, as to his time, be it frankly confessed,
Divided it daily as suited him best, —
Gave a part to his sleep, and to nothing the rest.
It is clear that a man who provided so little for himself
needed good friends to do it; and Heaven kindly fur-
nished them. When his affairs began to be straitened,
he was invited by the celebrated Madam de la Sabliere
to make her house his home ; and there, in fact, he was^
thoroughly domiciliated for twenty years. " I have sent
away all my domestics," said she, one day; '/l have
kept only mes trois b6tes, my dog, my cat, and La Fon-
taine.'} She was the best-educated woman in France,
was the mistress of several languages, knew Horace and
Virgil by heart, and had been thoroughly indoctrinated
in all the sciences by the ablest masters. Her husband,
M. Rambouillet de la Sabliere, was secretary to the king,
and register of domains, and to immense wealth united
considerable poetical talents, with a thorough knowledge
of the world. -.It was the will of Madam de la Sabliere,
that her favorite poet should have no further care for his
external wants ; and never was a mortal more perfectly
resigned.; He did all honor to the sincerity of his amia-
ble hostess; and, if he ever showed a want of inde-
pendence, he certainly did not of gratitude. Compli-
ments of more touching tenderness we nowhere meet
than those which La Fontaine has paid to his benefactress.
He published nothing which was not first submitted to her
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eye, and entered into her affairs and friendships with all
his heart. Her unbounded confidence in his integrity she
expressed by saying, "La Fontaine never lies in prose."
By her death, in 1693, our fabulist was left without a home ;
but his many friends vied with each other which should
next furnish one. He was then seventy-two years of
age, had turned his attention to personal religion, and re-
ceived the seal of conversion at the hands of the Roman
Catholic church. In his conversion, as in the rest cf his
life, his frankness left no room to doubt his sincerity.
The writings which had justly given offence to the good
were made the subject of a public confession, and every
thing in his power was done to prevent their circulation.
The death of one who had done so much for him, and
whose last days, devoted with the most self-denying be-
nevolence to the welfare of her species, had taught him a
most salutary lesson, could not but be deeply felt. He
had just left the house of his deceased benefactress, never
again to enter it, when he met M. d'Hervart in the street,
who eagerly said to him, "\My dear La Fontaine, I was
looking for you, to beg you to come and take lodgings in
my house." " I was going thither," replied La Fontaine.
A reply could not have been more characteristic. The
fabulist had not in him sufficient hypocrisy of which to
manufacture the commonplace politeness of society. His
was the politeness of a warm and unsuspecting heart.
He never concealed his confidence in the fear that it
might turn out to be misplaced.
His second collection of fables, containing five books,
La Fontaine published in 1673-9, with a dedication to
Madam de Montespan ; the previous six books were re-
published at the same time, revised and enlarged. The
twelfth book was not added till many years after, and
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proved, in fact, the song of the dying swan. It was
written for the special use of the young Duke de Bour-
gogne, the royal pupil of Fenelon, to whom it contains
frequent allusions. The eleven books now published
sealed the reputation of La Fontaine, and were received
w.th distinguished regard by the king, who appended to
the ordinary protocol or imprimatur for publication the
fallowing reasons : " in order to testify to the author the
esteem we have for his person and his merit, and because
youth have received great advantage in their education
from the fables selected and put in verse, which he has
heretofore published." The author was, moreover, per- -
mitted to present his book in person to the sovereign.
For this purpose he repaired to Versailles, and, after
having well delivered himself of his compliment to roy-
alty, perceived that he had forgotten to bring the book
which he was to present} he was, nevertheless, favorably
received, and loaded with presents. But it is added,
that, on his return, he also lost, by his absence of mind,
the purse full of gold which the king had given him,
which was happily found under a cushion of the carriage
in which he rode.
In his advertisement to the second part of his Fables,
La Fontaine informs the reader that he had treated his
subjects in a somewhat different style. In fact, in his
first collection, he had timidly confined himself to the
brevity of iEsop and Phzedrus ; but, having observed that
those fables were most popular in which he had given
most scope to his own genius, lie threw off the trammels
in the second collection, and, in the opinion of the writer,
much for the better. His subjects, too, in the second
part, are frequently derived from the Indian fabulists,
and bring with them the richness and dramatic interest
of the Ilitopadcsa.
Of all his fables, the Oak and the K.eed is said to have
been the favorite of La Fontaine. But his critics have
almost unanimously given the palm of excellence to the
Animals sick of the Plague, the first of the seventh book.
Its exquisite poetry, the perfection of jts dialogue, and
the weight of its moral, well entitle it to the place.
That must have been a soul replete with honesty, which
could read such a lesson in the ears of a proud and op-
pressive court. Indeed, we may look in vain, through
this encyclopedia of fable, for a sentiment which goes to
justify the strong in their oppression of the weak. Even
in the midst of the fulsome compliments which it was
the fashion of his age to pay to royalty, La Fontaine
maintains a reserve and decency peculiar to himself. By
an examination of his fables, we think, we might fairly
establish for him the character of an honest and disinter-
ested lover and respecter of his species. In his fable
entitled Death and the Dying, he unites the genius of
Pascal and Moliere ; in that of the Two Doves is a ten-
derness quite peculiar to himself, and an insight into the
heart worthy of Shakspeare. In his Mogul's Dream are
sentiments worthy of the very high priest of nature, and
expressed in his own native tongue with a felicity which
makes the translator feel that all his labors are but vanity
and vexation of spirit. But it is not the purpose of this
brief Preface to criticise the Fables. It is sufficient to
say, that the work occupies a position in French litera-
ture, which, after all has been said that can be for Gay,
Moore, and other English versifiers of fables, is left quite
vacant in ours.
Our author was elected a member of the French Acad-
emy in 1684, and received with the honor of a public
session. He read on this occasion a poem of exquisite
beauty, addressed to his benefactress, Madam de la Sabli-
ere. In that distinguished body of men he was a universal
favorite ; and none, perhaps, did more to promote its prime
object — the improvement of the French language. We
have already seen how he was regarded by some of the
greatest minds of his age. Voltaire, who never did more
than justice to merit other than his own, said of the Fa-
bles, " I hardly know a book which more abounds with
charms adapted to the people, and at the same time to
persons of refined taste. I believe that, of all authors,
La Fontaine is the most universally read. He is for all
minds and all ages.'* La Bruyere, when admitted to
the Academy, in 1693, was warmly applauded for his
iloge upon La Fontaine, which contained the following
words: — "More equal than Marot, and more poetical
than Voiture, La Fontaine has the playfulness, felicity,
and artlessness of both. He instructs while he sports,
persuades men to virtue by means of beasts, and exalts
trifling subjects to the sublime ; a man unique in his
species of composition, always original, whether he in-
vents or translates, — who has gone beyond his models,
himself a model hard to imitate."
La Fontaine, as we have said, devoted his latter days
to religion. In this he was sustained and cheered by his
old friends Racine and De Maucroix. Death overtook
him while applying his poetical powers to the hymns of
the church. To De Maucroix he. wrote, a little before his
death, — "I assure you that the best of your friends can-
not count upon more than fifteen days of life. For these
two months I have not gone abroad, except occasionally
to attend the Academy, for a little amusement. Yester-
day, as I was returning from it, in the middle of the Rue
du Chantre, I was taken with such a faintness that 1
really thought myself dying. O, my friend, to die is
nothing ; but think you how I am going to appear before
God ! You know how I have lived. Before you receive
this billet, the gates of eternity will perhaps have been
opened upon me ! " To this, a few days after, his friend
replied, — " If God, in his kindness, restores you to health,
I hope you will come and spend the rest of your life
with me, and we shall often talk together of the mercies
of God. If, however, you have not strength to write,
beg M. Racine to do me that kindness, the greatest he
can ever do for me. Adieu, my good, my old, and my
true friend. May God, in his infinite goodness, take care
of the health of your body, and that of your soul." He
died the 13th of April, 1695, at the age of seventy-three,
and was buried in the cemetery of the Saints-Innocents.
When Fenelon heard of his death, he wrote a Latin
eulogium, which he gave to his royal pupil to translate.
" La Fontaine is no more ! " said Fenelon, in this com-
position ; " he is no more ! and with him have gone the
playful jokes, the merry laugh, the artless trrpos* »•->-'
the sweet Muses '
, — _ _ — — — — -
Ass, Dead, and Two Dogs. VIII
Ihdera, People of, and Democri-
tus. VJII. 26.
Ass in Lion's Skin. V. 21.
\corn and Pumpkin. IX. 4.
Ass loaded with Sponges, &c. 11
Esop and the Will. II. 20.
Adder and Man. X. 2.
Ass, Miller, and Son. III. 1.
Adventurers and Talisman. X. 14.
Astrologer who fell into a Well,
Advantage of Knowledge. VIII.
Alcimadure and Daphnis. XII.
Amaranth and Thyrsis. VIII. 13.
Bat and Two Weasels. II. 5.
Animal in the Moon. VII. 18.
Bat, Bush, and Duck. XII. 7.
Animals, Monkey, and Fox. VI. 6.
Bear and Gardener. VIII. 10.
Animals sending Tribute, &c. IV.
Bear and Lioness. X. 13.
Bear and Two Companions. V
Animals sick of the Plague. VII.l.
Ant and Dove. II. 12.
Beetle and Eagle. II. 8.
Ant and Fly. IV. 3.
Bird3, Little, and Swallow. I. 8.
Ant and Grasshopper. I. 1.
Bird wounded by an Arrow. II. 6.
Ape of Jupiter and Elephant.
Boreas and Phoebus. VI. 3.
Boy and Schoolmaster. I. 19.
Arbiter, Almoner, and Hermit
Bulls and Frog. II. 4.
Burier and his Comrade. X. 5.
Ass and Dog. VIII. 17.
Bust and Fox. IV. 14.
Ass and his Masters. VI. 11.
Ass and Horse. VI. 16.
Ass and Lion, hunting. II. 19.
Ass and little Dog. IV. 5.
Camel and Floating Sticks. IV
Ass and Old Man. VI. 8.
Ass and Thieves. I. 13.
Candle. IX. 12.
Ass bearing Relics V. 14.
Capon and Falcon. VIII. 21
Cartman in the Mire. VI. 13.
Death and the Unfortunate. I. 15
Cat and Fox. IX. 14.
Death and Wood- Chopper. I. 16
Cat and Monkey. IX. 17.
Democritus and the People of
Cat and Old Rat. III. 18.
Abdera. VIII. 26.
Cat and Rat. VIII. 22.
Depositary, The Faithless. IX. 1.
*Cat and Thrush. IX. 15.
Discord. VI. 20.
Cat and Two Sparrows. XII. 2.
Doctors. V. 12.
Cat, Cockerel, and Mouse. VI. 5.
Dog and Ass. VIII. 17.
Cat, Eagle, and Wild Sow. III. 6.
*Dog and Cat. V. 10.
Cat metamorphosed to a Woman.
Dog and Wolf. I. 5.
Dog carrying his Master's Dinner.
Cat, Old, and Young Mouse.
Dog, Farmer, and Fox. XI. 3.
Cat, Weasel, and Little Rabbit.
Dog, Lean, and Wolf. IX. 10.
Dog, Little, and Ass. IV. 5.
Charlatan. VI. 19.
Dogs, The Two, and Dead Ass.
Child and Fortune. V. 11.
Coach and Fly. VII. 9.
Dog who lost the Substance for
Cobbler and Financier. VIII. 2.
the Shadow. VI. 17.
Cock and Fox. 11. 15.
Dog with his Ears cut off. X. 9.
Cock and Pearl. I. 20.
Dolphin and Monkey. IV. 7.
Cockerel, Cat, and Mouse. VI. 5.
Dove and Ant. II. 12.
Cocks and Partridge. X. 8.
Doves, The Two. IX. 2.
Cocks, The Two. VII. 13.
Duck, Bat, and Bush. XII. 7.
Combat of Rats and Weasels.
Ducks and Tortoise. X. 3.
Dragon of Many Heads, &c. I. 12.
Companions of Ulysses. XII. 1.
Dream of the Mogul. XI. 4.
Cook and Swan. III. 12.
Drunkard and his Wife. Ill 7
Cormorant and Fishes. X. 4.
Council held by Rats. II. 2.
Countryman and Serpent. VI. 13.
Court of the Lion. VII. 7.
Eagle and Beetle. II. 8.
Curate and Corpse. VII. 11.
Eagle and Magpie. XII. 11.
Eagle and Owl. V. 18.
Eagle and Raven. II. 16.
Eagle, Wild Sow, and Cat. III. 6.
Dairy Woman and Pot of Milk.
Ears of the Hare. V. 4.
Education. VIII. 24.
Daphnis and Alcimadure. XII.
Elephant and Ape of Jupiter.
Death and the Dying. VIII. 1.
Elephant and Rat. VIII. 15.
Fox and Wolf. XI. 6. XII. 9.
Fox and Wolf before the Mon-
key. II. 3.
Fox, English. XII. 23.
Falcon and Gapon. VIII. 21.
Fox, Flies, and Hedgehog. Xll.
Falconer, King, and Kite. XII.12.
Farmer and Jupiter. VI. 4.
Fox, Lion, and Wolf. VIII. 3.
Farmer, Dog, and Fox. XI. 3.
Fox, Monkey, and Animals. VI. 6
File and Serpent. V. 16.
Fox, Two Rats, and Egg. X. 1.
Financier and Cobbler. VIII. 2.
Fox with his Tail cut off. V. 5.
Fishes and Cormorant. X. 4.
Fox, Wolf, and Horse. XII. 17.
Fishes and Joker. VIII. 8.
Friends, The Two. VIII. 11.
Fishes and Shepherd who played
Frog and Rat. IV. 11.
the Flute. X. 11.
Frog and Two Bulls. 11. 4.
Fish, Little, and Fisher. V. 3.
Frogs and Hare. II. 14.
Flea and Man. VIII. 5.
Frogs and Sun. VI. 12. XI 1. 24.
Fly and Ant. IV. 3.
Frogs asking a King. III. 4.
Fly and Coach. VII. 9.
Frog who would be as big as the
*Fly and Game. II. 7.
Ox. I. 3.
Folly and Love. XII. 14.
Funeral of the Lioness. VIII.
Fool and Sage. XII. 22.
Fool who sold Wisdom. IX. 8.
Forest and Woodman. XII. 16.
Fortune and the Young Child.
Gardener and Bear. VIII. 10.
Gardener and Lord. IV. 4.
Fortune, Ingratitude towards.
Gardener, Pedant, and School-
Boy. IX. 5.
Fortune-Tellers. VII. 15.
Gazelle, Raven, Tortoise, and
Fortune, The Man who ran after,
Rat. XII. 15.
&c. VII. 12.
Gentleman, Merchant, King's
Fowler, Hawk, and Lark. VI. 15.
Son, and Shepherd. X. 16
Fox and Bust. IV. 14.
Gnat and Lion. II. 9.
Fox and Cat. IX. 14.
Goat and Fox. III. 5.
Fox and Cock. II. 15.
Goat, Heifer, Sheep, and Lion
Fox and Goat. III. 5.
Fox and Grapes. III. 11.
Goat, Hog, and Sheep. VIII. 12.
Fox and Raven. I. 2.
Goat, Kid, and Wolf. IV. 15.
Fox and Sick Lion. VI. 14.
Goats, The Two. XII. 4.
Fox and Stork. I. 18.
Gods wishing to educate a Son
Fox and Turkeys. XII. 18
of Jupiter. XL 2.
*Golden Pitcher. VI. 21.
Gout and Spider. III. 8.
Grapes and Fox. III. 11.
Grasshopper and Ant. I. 1.
Hard to suit, Against the. II. 1.
Hare and Frogs. II. 14.
IUre and Partridge. V. 17.
Hare and Tortoise. VI. 10.
Hare, Ears of the. V. 4.
Hawk, Fowler, and Lark. VI. 15.
Head and Tail of the Serpent.
Hedgehog, Fox, and Flies. XII.
Heifer, Sheep, Goat, and Lion.
Hen with Golden Eggs. V. 13.
Hermit, Arbiter, and Almoner.
Heron. VII. 4.
Hog, Goat, and Sheep. VIII. 12.
Hornets and Honey-Bees. I. 21.
Horoscope. VIII. 16.
Horse and Ass. VI. 16.
Horse and Stag. IV. 13.
Horse and Wolf. V. 8.
Horse, Fox, and Wolf. XII. 17.
Hunter and Lion. VI. 2.
Hunter and Wolf. VIII. 27.
Husband, Wife, and Robbor. IX.
Idol of Wood and Man. IV. 8.
Ill-married. VII. 2.
Imago and Man. I. 11
Jay and Peacocks. IV. 9.
Joker and Fishes. VIII. 8.
Juno and Peacock. II. 17.
Jupiter and Farmer. VI. 4.
Jupiter and Thunders. VIII. 20
Jupiter and Traveller. IX. 13.
Kid, Goat, and Wolf. IV. 15.
King and Shepherd. X. 10.
King, Son, and Two Parrots. X.
King's Son, Merchant, Gentle-
man, and Shepherd. X. 16.
Kite and Nightingale. IX. 18.
Kite, King, and Falconer. XII.
Laborer and his Sons. V. 9.
Lamb and Wolf. I. 10.
Lark and her Young Ones, &c.
Lark, Fowler, and Hawk. VI. 15
League of the Rats. XII. 25.
Leopard and Monkey. IX. 3.
Lion. XI. 1.
Lion and Ass, hunting. II. 19.
Lion and Gnat. II. 9.
Lion and Hunter. VI. 2.
Lion and Rat. II. 11. ,
Lion and Shepherd. VI. 1.
Lion beaten by Man. III. 10.
Lion, Court of the. VII. 7.
Lioness and Bear. X. 13.
Lioness, Funeral of the. VIII. 14
Lion going to War. V. 19.
Monkey, Fox, and Animals. VI.6
Lion grown old. III. 14.
Monkey judging Wolf and Fox.
Lion in Love. IV. 1.
Lion, Monkey, and Two Asses.
Monkey, Lion, and Two Asses.
Lion, The Sick, and Fox. VI. 14.
Mother, Child, and Wolf. IV. 16.
Lion, Wolf, and Fox. VIII. 3.
Mouse, Cockerel, and Cat. VI. 5.
Litigants and Oyster. IX. 9.
Mouse metamorphosed into a
Lobster and Daughter. XII. 10.
Maid. IX. 7.
Love and Folly. XII. 14.
Mouse, Young, and Cat. XII. 5.
Mule boasting of his Genealogy.
Mules, The Two. I. 4.
Magpie and Eagle. XII. 11.
Maid. VII. 5.
Man and Adder. X. 2.
Man and Flea. VIII. 5.
Nightingale and Kite. IX. 18.
Man and Image. I. 11.
Nothing too Much. IX. 11.
Man and Two Mistresses. I. 17.
Man and Wooden God. IV. 8.
Man beating a Lion. III. 10.
Man who ran after Fortune, &c.
Oak and Reed. I. 22.
. VII. 12.
Old Cat and Young Mouse. XII.5.
Members and Stomach. III. 2.
Old Man and Ass. VI. 8.
Men, The Two, and Treasure.
Old Man and his Sons. IV. 18.
Old Man and Three Young Ones.
Merchant and Pashaw. VIII. 18.
Merchant, Shepherd, Gentleman,
Old Woman and Two Servants.
and King's Son. X. 16.
Mercury and Woodman. V. 1.
Oracle and the Impious. IV. 19.
Miller, Son, and Ass. III. 1.
Owl and Eagle. V. 18.
Mice and Owl. XL 9.
Owl and Mice. XL 9.
Miser and Monkey. XII. 3.
Oyster and Litigants. IX. 9.
Miser who had lost his Treasure.
Oyster and Rat. VI11. 9.
Mogul's Dream. XL 4.
Monkey. XII. 19.
Monkey and Cat. IX. 17.
Parrots, The Two, King, and
Monkey and Dolphin. IV. 7.
Son. X. 12.
Monkey and Leopard. IX. 3.
♦Party Strife. VIII. 6.
Partridge and Cocks. X. 8.
Rats, Fox, and Egg. X. 1.
Partridge and Hare. V. 17.
Raven and Eagle. II. 16.
Pashaw and Merchant. VIII. 18.
Raven and Fox. I. 2.
Peacock complaining to Juno.
Raven, Tortoise, Gazelle, and
Rat. XII. 15.
Peacocks and Jay. IV. 9.
Reed and Oak. I. 22.
Pearl and Cock. I. 20.
River and Torrent. VIII. 23
Peasant of the Danube. XI. 7.
Pedant, School-Boy, and Gar-
dener. IX. 5.
Philomel and Progne. III. 15.
Sage and Fool. XII. 22.
Phoebus and Boreas. VI. 3.
Satyr and Traveller. V. 7.
Pigeons and Vultures. VII. 8.
School-Boy, Pedant, and Gar
Pigeons, The Two. IX. 2.
dener. IX. 5.
Pot of Earth and of Iron. V. 2.
Schoolmaster and Boy. I. 19.
Power of Fables. VIII. 4.
Sculptor and Statue of Jupiter
Pumpkin and Acorn. IX. 4.
Scythian Philosopher. XII. 20.
Serpent and Countryman. VI. 13
Serpent and File. V. 16.
Quarrel of the Dogs and Cats,
Serpent, Head and Tail of. VII.17
&c. XII. 8.
Servants, Two, and Old Woman
Sheep and Wolves. III. 13.
Sheep, Heifer, Goat, and Lion. 1.6.
Rabbit, Cat, and Weasel. VII.
Sheep, Hog, und Goat. VIII. 12.
Shepherd and his Flock. IX. 19.
Rabbits. X. 15.
Shepherd and King. X. 10.
Rat and Cat. VIII. 22.
Shepherd and Lion. VI. 1.
Rat and Elephant. VIII. 15.
Shepherd and Sea. IV. 2.
Rat and Frog. IV. 11.
Shepherd and Wolf. III. 3.
Rat and Lion. II. 11.
Shepherd, Merchant, Gentleman,
Rat and Oyster. VIII. 9.
and King's Son. X. 16.
Rat, City, and Country Rat. 1. 9.
Shepherds and Wolf. X. 6.
Rat, Old, and Cat. III. 18.
Shepherd v/\v, played the Flute,
Rat retired from the World. VII.
and Fishes. X. 11.
Simonides preserved by the Gods.
Rats and Weasels. IV. 6.
Rats, Council of. II. 2.
Socrates, Saying of. IV. 17.
Rats, League of. XII. 25.
Sparrows and Cat. XII. 2.
Spider and Gout. III. 8.
Spider and Swallow. X. 7.
Stag and Horse. IV, 13.
Vine and Stag. V. 15.
Stag and Vine. V. 15.
Vultures and Pigeons. VII. 8.
Stag seeing Himself in Water.
Stag, Sick. XII. 6.
Stomach and Members. III. 2.
Wallet. I. 7.
Stork and Fox. I. 18.
Wax Candle. IX. 12.
Stork and Wolf. III. 9.
Weasel, Cat, and Rabbit. VII. 16.
Sun and Frogs. VI. 12. XII.
Weasel in a Granary. III. 17.
Weasels and Bat. II. 5.
Swallow and Little Birds. I. 8.
Weasels and Rats. IV. 6.
Swallow and Spider. X. 9.
Wild Sow, Eagle, and Cat. III. 6.
Swan and Cook. III. 12.
Will explained by ^Esop. II. 20.
Wishes. VII. 6.
Wolf and Dog. I. 5.
Wolf and Fox. XII. 9.
Talisman and Two Adventurers.
Wolf and Fox at the Well. XI. 6.
Wolf and Fox before the Mon-
Thieves and Ass. I. 13.
key. 11. 3.
Thrush and Cat. IX. 15.
Wolf and Horse. V. 8.
Thyrsis and Amaranth. VIII. 13.
Wolf and Hunter. VIII. 27.
Tortoise and Hare. VI. 10.
Wolf and Lamb. I. 10.
Tortoise and Two Ducks. X. 3.
Wolf and Lean Dog. IX. 10.
Tortoise, Gazelle, Raven, and
Wolf and Shepherds. X. 6.
Rat. XII. 15.
Wolf and Stork. III. 9.
Torrent and River. VIII. 23.
Wolf, Fox, and Horse. XII. 17.
Traveller and Jupiter. IX. 13.
Wolf, Goat, and Kid. IV. 15.
Traveller and Satyr. V. 7.
Wolf, Lion, and Fox. VIII. 3.
Treasure and Two Men. IX. 16.
Wolf, Mother, and Child. IV.-16.
Turkeys and Fox. %II. 18.
Wolf turned Shepherd. III. 3.
Wolves and Sheep. III. 13.
Woman drowned. IIL 16.
Wood-Chopper and Death. I. 16.
Ulysse9, Companions of. XII. 1.
Woodman and Forest. XII. 16.
Unfortunate and Death. I. 15.
Woodman and Mercury. V. 1.
I sing the heroes of old ^Esop's line,
Whose tale, though false when strictly we define,
Containeth truths it were not ill to teach.
With me all natures use the gift of speech ;
Yea, in my work, the very fishes preach,
And to our human selves their sermons suit
'Tis thus to come at man 1 use the brute.
Son of a Prince the favorite of the skies,
On whom the world entire hath fixed its eyes,
Who hence shall count his conquests by his days,
And gather from the proudest lips his praise,
A louder voice than mine must tell in song
What virtues to thy kingly line belong.
4(5 TO MONSEIGNEUR THE DAUPHIN.
I seek thine ear to gain by lighter themes,
Slight pictures, decked in magic nature's beams ;
And if to please thee shall not be my pride,
I'll gain at least the Drnisp of having tried
THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE ANT.
A grasshopper gay
Sang the summer away,
And found herself poor
By the winter's first roar
Of meat or of bread,
Not a morsel she had ;
48 BOOK I. FABLE II.
So a begging she went,
To her neighbor the ant,
For the loan of some wheat,
Which would serve her to eat
Till the season came round.
I will pay you, she saith,
On an animal's faith,
Double weight in the pound
Ere the harvest be bound.
The ant is a friend
(And here she might mend)
Little given to lend.
How spent you the summer ?
Quoth she, looking shame
At the 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 RAVEN AND THE FOX.
Perched on a lofty oak,
Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese;
Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
Thus to the holder spoke : —
BONK. J. FABLE III, 49
Ha! how do you do, Sir River. ?
Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one!
So black and glossy, on my word, sir,
With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,
Well fit to be the Phoenix of these days.
Sir Raven, overset with praise,
• Must show how musical his croak.
Down fell the luncheon from the oak ;
Which snatching up, Sir Fox thus spoke : —
The flatterer, my good sir,
Aye liveth on his listener ;
Which lesson, if you please,
Is doubtless worth the cheese.
Somewhat too late, Sir Raven thought
Himself a fool to be so caught.
• FABLE III.
THE FROG THAT WISHED TO BE AS BIG
AS THE OX.
The tenant of a bog,
An envious little frog,
Not bigger than an egg,
A stately bullock spies,
And, smitten with his size,
Attempts to be as big.
With earnestness and pains,
She stretches, swells, and strains,
50 BOOK I. FABLE IV.
And says, Sis Frog-, look here ! see me !
Is this enough ? No, no.
Well, then, is this ? Poh ! poh !
Enough ! you don't begin to be.
And thus the reptile sits,
Enlarging till she splits.
The world abounds in people not more wise ;
The village mansion with the palace vies ;
The little princes ape the great ;
The gentry live in princely state ;
And, really, there is no telling
How much great men set little ones a swelling.
o FABLE IV.
THE TWO MULES.
Two mules were bearing on their backs,
One, oats ; the other, silver of the tax
The latter, glorying in his load,
Marched proudly forward on the road ;
And, from the jingle of his bell,
'Twas plain he liked his burden well.
But in a wild-wood glen
A band of robber men
Rushed forth upon the twain.
Well with the silver pleased,
They by the bridle seized
The treasure-mule so vain.
BOOK I. FABLE V. 51
Poor mule ! in straggling to repel
His ruthless foes, he fell
Stabbed through ; and, with a bitter sighing,
He cried, Is this the lot they promised me ?
My humble friend from danger free,
While, weltering in my gore, I'm dying ?
My friend, his fellow-mule replied,
It is not well to have one's work too high.
If thou hadst been a miller's drudge, as 1,
Thou wouldst not thus have died
THE WOLF AND THE DOG.
A prowling wolf, whose shaggy skin
(So strict the watch of dogs had been)
Hid little but his bones,
Once met a mastiff dog astray.
A prouder, fatter, sleeker Tray,
No human mortal owns.
Sir Wolf, in famished plight,
Would fain have made a ration
Upon his fat relation ;
But then he first must fight ;
And well the dog seemed able
To save from wolfish table
His carcass snug and tight
52 BOOK I. FABLE V.
So, then, in civil conversation
The wolf expressed his admiration
Of Tray's fine case. Said Tray, politely,
Yourself, good sir, may be as sightly,
Quit but the woods, advised by me.
For all your fellows here, I see,
Are shabby wretches, lean and gaunt,
Belike to die of haggard want.
With such a pack, of course it follows,
One fights for every bit he swallows.
Come, then, with me, and share
On equal terms our princely fare.
But what with you
Has one to do ?
Inquires the wolf. Light work indeed,
Replies the dog; you only need
To bark a little now and then,
To chase off duns and beggar men,
To fawn on friends that come or go forth,
Your master please, and so forth ;
For which you have to eat
All sorts of well-cooked meat —
Cold pullets, pigeons, savory messes —
Besides unnumbered fond caresses.
The wolf, by force of appetite,
Accepts the terms outright,
Tears glistening in his eyes.
But, faring on, he spies
A galled spot on the mastiff's neck.
What's that? he cries. O, nothing but a speck.
TJOOK I. FABLE V.
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 vet
° FABLE VI
THE HEIFER, THE GOAT, AND THE SHEEP, IN
COMPANY WITH THE LION.
The heifer, the goat, and their sister the sheep,
Compacted their earnings in common to keep,
'Tis said, in time past, with a lion, who swayed
Full lordship o'er neighbors, of whatever grade.
The goat, as it happened, a stag having snared,
Sent off to the rest, that the beast might be shared.
All gathered ; the lion first counts on his claws,
And says, We'll proceed to divide with our paws
The stag into pieces, as fixed 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 '
BOOK I. FABLE VII. 55
From heaven, one day, did Jupiter proclaim,
Let all that live before my throne appear,
And there, if any one hath aught to blame,
In matter, form, or texture of his frame,
He may bring forth his grievance without fear.
Redress shall instantly be given to each.
Come, monkey, now, first let us have your speech.
You see these quadrupeds, your brothers ; *
Comparing, then, yourself with others,
Are you well satisfied ? And wherefore not ?
Said 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
On thy creation fair.
And sooner than be painted, I'd be shot,
Were I, great sire, a bear.
The bear approaching, doth he make complaint ?
Not he ; — himself he lauds without restraint
The elephant he needs must criticise ;
To crop his ears and stretch his tail were wise ;
A creature he of huge, misshapen size.
The elephant, when to his turn it came,
Judicious as he was, just said the same,
Pronounced Dame Whale too big to suit hie taste ;
Of flesh and fat she was a perfect waste.
56 BOOK I. FABLE VIII.
The little ant, again, declared the gnat too wee ;
To such a speck, a vast colossus she.
Each censured by the rest, himself content,
Back to their homes all living things were sent
Such folly liveth yet with human fools.
For others lynxes, for ourselves but moles,
Great blemishes in other men we spy,
Which in ourselves we pass most kindly by.
As in this world we're but way-farers,
Kind Heaven has made us wallet-bearers.
The pouch behind our own defects must store,
The faults of others lodge in that before.
THE SWALLOW AND THE LITTLE BIRDS.
By voyages in air,
With constant thought and care,
Much knowledge had a swallow gained,
Which she for public use retained.
The slightest storms she well foreknew,.
And told the sailors, ere they blew. — •
A farmer sowing hemp once having found,
She gathered all the little birds around,
And said, My friends, the freedom let me take
To prophesy a little, for your sake,
Against this dangerous seed.
Though such a bird as I
BOOK I. FABLE V11I.
Knows how to hide or fly,
You birds a caution need.
See you that waving hand ?
It scatters on the land
What well may cause alarm.
'Twill grow to nets and snares,
To catch you unawares,
And work you fatal harm !
Great multitudes, I fear,
Of you, my birdies dear,
That falling seed, so little,
Will bring to cage or kettle !
But though so perilous the plot,
You now may easily defeat it;
All lighting on the seeded spot,
lust scratch up every seed and eat it.
The little birds took little heed,
So fed were they with other seed.
Anon the field was seen
Bedecked in tender green.
The swallow's warning voice was heard again :
My friends, the product of that deadly grain,
Seize now, and pull it root by root,
Or surely you'll repent its fruit
False, babbling prophetess, says one,
You'd set us at some pretty fun ;
To pull this field a thousand birds are needed,
While thousands more with hemp are seeded.
The crop now quite mature,
The swallow adds, Thus far I've failed of cure;
58 BOOK I. FABLE VIII.
I've prophesied in vain
Against this fatal grain : —
It's grown. And now, my bonny birds,
Though you have disbelieved my words
Thus far, take heed, at last, —
When you shall see the seed time past,
And men, no crops to labor for,
On birds shall wage their cruel war,
With deadly net and noose ;
Of flying then beware,
Unless you take the air,
Like woodcock, crane, or goose.
But stop ; you're not in plight
For such adventurous flight,
O'er desert waves and sands,
In search of other lands.
Hence, then, to save your precious souls,
Remaineth but to say,
'Twill be the safest way
To chuck yourselves in holes.
Before she had thus far gone,
The birdlings, tired of hearing,
And laughing more than fearing,
Set up a greater jargon
Than did, before the Trojan slaughter,
The Trojans round old Priam's daughter.
And many a bird, in prison grate,
Lamented soon a Trojan fate.
'Tis thus we heed no instincts but our own ;
Believe no evil, till the evil's done.
BOOK I. FABLE IX.
THE CITY RAT AND THE COUNTRY RAT.
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,
And sure I need not harp it
How well the fellows fed.
The entertainment was
A truly noble one ;
But some unlucky cause
Disturbed it when begun.
60 BOOK I. FABLT, X.
It was a slight rat-tat,
That put their joys to rout ;
Out ran the city rat ;
His guest, too, scampered out.
Our rats but fairly quit,
The fearful knocking ceased.
Return we, cried the cit,
To. finish there our feast.
No, said the rustic rat ;
To-morrow dine with me.
I'm not offended at
Your feast so grand and free, -**■
For I've no fare resembling ;
But then I eat at leisure,
And would not swap for pleasure
So mixed with fear and trembling.
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.
That innocence is not a shield,
A story teaches, not the longest
The strongest reasons always yield
To reasons of the strongest
BOOK 1. FABLE X. 61
A lamb her thirst was slaking
Once at a mountain rill.
A hungry wolf was taking
His hunt for sheep to kill,
When, spying on the streamlet's brink
This sheep of tender age,
He howled in tones of rage,
How dare you roil my drink ?
Your impudence I shall chastise !
Let not your majesty, the lamb replies,
Decide in haste or passion ;
For, sure, 'tis difficult to think
In what respect or fashion
My drinking here could roil your drink,
Since on the stream your majesty now faces
I'm lower down, fall twenty paces.
You roil it, said the wolf; and, more, I know
You cursed and slandered me, a year ago.
O no ! how could I such a thing have done ! —
A lamb that has not seen a year,
A suckling of its mother dear ?
Your brother then. But brother I have none.
Well, well, what's all the same,
'Twas some one of your name.
Sheep, men, and dogs, of every nation, '
Are wont to stab my reputation,
As I have truly heard.
Without another word,
He made his vengeance good, —
Bore off the lambkin to the wood,
62 BOOK I. TABLE XI.
And there, without a jury,
Judged, slew, and ate her in his fury.
THE MAJS AJSD HIS IMAGE.
TO M. THE DUKE DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD.
A man, who had no rivals in the love
Which to himself he bore,
Esteemed his own dear beauty far above
What earth had seen before.
More than contented in his error,
He lived the foe of every mirror.
Officious fate, resolved our lover
From such an illness should recover,
Presented always to his eyes
The mute advisers which the ladies prize ; •
Mirrors in parlors, inns, and shops, —
Mirrors the pocket furniture of fops, —
Mirrors on every lady's zone,
From which his face reflected shone.
What could our dear Narcissus do?
From haunts of men he now withdrew,
On purpose that his precious shape
From every mirror might escape.
But in his forest srlen alone,
BOOK I. FABLE XII. 63
Apart from human trace,
Of purest source,
While with unconscious gaze
He pierced its waveless face,
Reflected back his own.
Incensed with mingled rage and fright,
He seeks to shun the odious sight ;
But yet that mirror sheet, so clear and still,
He cannot leave, do what he will.
Ere this, my story's drift you plainly see.
From such mistake there is no mortal free.
That obstinate self-lover
The human soul doth cover ;
The mirrors follies are of others,
In which, as all are genuine brothers,
Each soul may see to life depicted
Itself with just such faults afflicted ;
And by that charming, placid brook,
Needless to say, I mean your Maxim Boole
THE DRAGON WITH MANY HEADS, AND THE
DRAGON WITH MANY TAILS.
An envoy of the Porte Sublime,
As history says, once on a time,
BOOK I. FABLE XII.
Before th' imperial German court
Did rather boastfully report
The troops commanded by his master's firman,
As being a stronger army than the German :
To which replied a Dutch attendant,
Our prince has more than one dependant
Who keeps an army at his own expense.
The Turk, a man of sense,
Rejoined, I am aware
What power your emperor's servants shar<
It brings to mind a tale both strange and true,
A thing which once, myself, I chanced to view
I saw come darting through a hedge,
Which fortified a rocky ledge,
A hydra's hundred heads ; and in a trice
My blood was turning into ice.
But less the harm than terror, —
The body came no nearer ;
Nor could, unless it had been sundered
To parts at least a hundred.
While deeply musing on this sight,
Another dragon came to light,
Whose single head avails
To lead a hundred tails ;
And, seized with juster fright,
I saw him pass the hedge, —
Head, body, tails, — a wedge
Of living and resistless powers. —
The other was your emperor's force ; this ours.
BOOK I. FABLE XIII. 65
THE THIEVES Ai\ T D THE ASS.
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.
66 BOOK I. FABLE XIV.
SIMONIDES PRESERVED BY THE GODS.
Three sorts there are, as Malherbe says,
Which one can never overpraise —
The gods, the ladies, and the king ;
And I, for one, endorse the thing.
The heart, praise tickles and entices ;
Of fair one's smile, it oft the price is.
See how the gods sometimes repay it.
Simonides — the ancients say it —
Once undertook, in poem lyric,
To write a wrestler's panegyric ;
Which ere he had proceeded far in,
He found his subject somewhat barren.
No ancestors of great renown,
His sire of some unnoted town,
Himself as little known to fame,
The wrestler's praise was rather tame.
The poet, having made the most of
Whate'er his hero had to boast of,
Digressed, by choice that was not all luck's,
To Castor and his brother Pollux ;
Whose bright career was subject ample,
For wrestlers, sure, a good example.
Our poet fattened on their story,
Gave every fight its place and glory,
BOOK I. FABLE XIV. 67
Till of his panegyric words
These deities had got two thirds.
All done, the poet's fee
A talent was to be.
But when he comes his bill to settle,
The wrestler, with a spice of mettle,
Pays down a third, and tells the poet,
The balance they may pay who owe it
The gods than I are rather debtors
To such a pious man of letters.
But still I shall be greatly pleased
To have your presence at my feast,
Among a knot of guests select,
My kin, and friends I most respect.
More fond of character than coffer,
Simonides accepts the offer.
While at the feast the party sit,
And wine provokes the flow of wit,
It is announced that at the gate
Two men, in haste that cannot wait,
Would see the bard. He leaves the table,
No loss at all to'ts noisy gabble.
The men were Leda's twins, who knew
What to a poet's praise was due,
And, thanking, paid him by foretelling
The downfall of the Avrestler's dwellin *.
From which ill-fated pile, indeed,
No sooner was the poet freed,
Than, props and pillars failing,
Which held aloft the ceiling
3 BOOK I. FABLE XIV.
So splendid o'er them,
It downward loudly crashed,
The plates and flagons dashed,
And men who bore them ;
And, what was worse,
Full vengeance for the man of verse,
A timber broke the wrestler's thighs,
And wounded many otherwise.
The gossip Fame, of course, took care
Abroad to publish this affair.
A miracle ! the public cried, delighted.
No more could god-beloved bard be slighted.
His verse now brought him more than double,
With neither duns, nor care, nor trouble.
Whoe'er laid claim to noble birth
Must buy his ancestors a slice,
Resolved no nobleman on earth
Should overgo him in the price.
From which these serious lessons flow: —
Fail not your praises to bestow
On gods and godlike men. Again,
To sell the product of her pain
Is not degrading to the muse."
Indeed, her art they do abuse,—^
Who think her wares to use,
And yet a liberal pay refuse.
Whate'er the great confer upon her,
They're honored by it while they honor.
Of old, Olympus and Parnassus
In friendship heaved their sky-crowned masses.
BOOK I. FABLE XV.
DEATH AND THE UNFORTUNATE.
A poor unfortunate, from day to day,
Called Death to take him from this world away.
O Death, he said, to me how fair thy form !
Come quick, and end for me life's cruel storm.
Death heard, and, with a ghastly grin,
Knocked at his door, and entered in.
With horror shivering, and affright,
Take out this object from my sight,
The poor man loudly cried ;
Its dreadful looks 1 can't abide ;
O stay him, stay him ; let him come no nigher ;
O Death ! O Death ! I pray thee to retire.
A gentleman of note
In Rome, Maecenas, somewhere wrote : —
Make me the poorest wretch that begs,
Sore, hungry, crippled, clothed in rags,
In hopeless impotence of arms and legs ;
Provided, after all, you give
The one sweet liberty to live,
I'll ask of Death no greater favor
Than just to stay away forever.
70 BOOK I. FABLE XVI.
■ FABLE XVI.
DEATH AND THE WOODMAN.
A poor wood-chopper, with his fagot load,
Whom weight of years, as well as load, oppressed,
Sore groaning in his smoky hut to rest,
Trudged wearily along his homeward road.
At last his wood upon the ground he throws,
And sits him down to think o'er all his woes.
To joy a stranger, since his hapless birth,
What poorer wretch upon this rolling earth ?
No bread sometimes, and ne'er a moment's rest ,
Wife, children, soldiers, landlords, public tax,
All wait the swinging of his old, worn axe,
And paint the veriest picture of a man unblest
On Death he calls. Forthwith that monarch grim
Appears, and asks what he should do for him.
Not much, indeed ; a little help I lack
To put these fagots on my back.
Death ready stands all ills to cure,
But let us not his cure invite.
Than die, 'tis better to endure, —
Is both a manly maxim and a right
BOOK I. FABLE XVII. 71
THE MAN BETWEEN TWO AGES, AND HIS
A man of middle age, whose hair
Was bordering on the gray,
Began to turn his thoughts and care
The matrimonial way.
By virtue of his ready,
A store of choices had he
Of ladies bent to suit his taste ;
On which account he made no haste.
To court well was no trifling art.
Two widows chiefly gained his heart ;
The one yet green, the other more mature,
Who found for nature's wane in art a cure.
These dames, amidst their joking and caressing
The man they longed to wed,
Would sometimes set themselves to dressing
His party-colored head.
Each aiming to assimilate
Her lover to her own estate,
The older piecemeal stole
The black hair from his poll,
While eke, with fingers light,
The young one stole the white.
Between them both, as if by scald,
His head was changed from gray to bald.
72 BOOK I. FABLE XVIII.
For these, he said, your gentle pranks,
1 owe you, ladies, many thanks.
By being thus well shaved,
I less have lost than saved.
Of Hymen, yet, no news at hand,
I do assure ye.
By what I've lost, I understand
It is in your way,
Not mine, that I must pass on.
Thanks, ladies, for the lesson.
THE FOX AJMD THE STORK.
Old Mister Fox was at expense, one day,
To dine old Mistress Stork.
The fare was light; was nothing, sooth to say,
Requiring knife and fork.
That sly old gentleman, the dinner-giver,
Was, you must understand, a frugal liver.
This once, at least, the total matter
Was thinnish soup served on a platter,
For madam's slender beak a fruitless puzzle,
Till all had passed the fox's lapping muzzle.
But little relishing his laughter,
Old gossip Stork, some few days after,
BO')K F. FABLE XVIII.
Returned his Foxship's invitation.
Without a moment's hesitation,
He said he'd go, for he must own he
Ne'er stood with friends for ceremony.
And so, precisely at the hour,
He hied him to' the lady's bower,
Where, praising her politeness,
He finds her dinner right nice.
Its punctuality and plenty,
Its viands, cut in mouthfuls dainty,
Its fragrant smell, were powerful to excite,
Had there been need, his foxish appetite.
But now the dame, to torture him,
Such wit was in her,
Served up her dinner
In vases made so tall and slim,
They let their owner's beak pass in and out,
But not, by any means, the fox's snout!
All arts without avail,
With drooping head and tail,
As ought a fox a fowl had cheated,
The hungry guest at last retreated.
Ye knaves, for you is this recital ;
You'll often meet Dame Stork's requitai.
BOOK I. FABLE XIX.
THE BOY AND THE SCHOOLMASTER.
Wise counsel is not always wise,
As this my tale exemplifies.
A boy, that frolicked on the banks of Seine,
Fell in, and would have found a watery grave,
Had not that hand that planteth ne'er in vain
A Avillow planted there, his life to save.
While hanging by its branches as he might,
A certain sage preceptor came in sight ;
To whom the urchin cried, Save, or I'm drowned.
The master, turning gravely at the sound,
Thought proper for a while to stand aloof,
And give the boy some seasonable reproof.
You little wretch ! this comes of foolish playing,
Commands and precepts disobeying,
A naughty rogue, no doubt, you are,
Who thus requite your parents' care.
Alas ! their lot I pity much,
Whom fate condemns to watch o'er such.
This having coolly said, and more,
He pulled the drowning lad ashore.
This story hits more marks than you suppose.
All critics, pedants, men of endless prose, —
Three sorts so richly blessed with progeny,
The house is blessed that doth not lodge any, —
May in it see themselves from head to toes.
No matter what the task,
Their precious tongues must teach ;
Their help in need you ask,
You first must hear them preach,
THE COCK AND THE PEARL.
A cock scratched up, one day,
A pearl of purest ray,
Which to a jeweller he bore.
76 BOOK I. FABLE XXI.
1 think it fine, he said,
But yet a crumb of bread
To me were worth a great deal more.
So did a dunce inherit
A manuscript of merit,
Which to a publisher he bore.
'Tis good, said he, I'm told,
Yet any coin of gold
To me were worth a great deal more.
THE HORNETS AND THE BEES.
The artist by his work is known.
A piece of honey-comb, one day,
Discovered as a waif and stray,
The hornets treated as their own.
Their title did the bees dispute,
And brought before a wasp the suit
The judge was puzzled to decide,
For nothing could be testified,
Save that around this honey-comb
There had been seen, as if at home,
Some longish, brownish, buzzing creatures,
Much like the bees in wings and features.
BOOK I. FABLE XXI. 77
But what of that ? for marks the same,
The hornets, too, could truly claim.
Between assertion and denial,
The wasp, in doubt, proclaimed new trial;
And, hearing what an ant-hill swore,
Could see no clearer than before.
What use, I pray, of this expense ?
At last exclaimed a bee of sense.
We've labored months in this affair,
And now are only where we were.
Meanwhile the honey runs to waste :
'Tis time the judge should show some haste. «
The parties, sure, have had sufficient bleeding,
Dispensing now with scrawls and pleading.
Let's set ourselves at work, these drones and we,
And then all eyes the truth may plainly see,
Whose art it is that can produce
The magic cells, the nectar juice.
The hornets, flinching on their part,
Show that the work transcends their art
The wasp at length their title sees,
And gives the honey to the bees.
I wish that suits at law with us
Might all be managed thus ! *
That we might, in the Turkish mode,
Have simple common sense for code !
They then were short and cheap affairs,
Instead of stretching on like ditches,
Ingulfing in their course all riches. —
78 BOOK I. FABLE XXII.
The parties leaving- for their shares,
The shells (and shells there might be moister)
From which the court has sucked the oyster !
THE OAK AND THE REED.
The oak, one day, addressed the reed : —
To you ungenerous indeed
Has nature been, my humble friend,
With weakness aye obliged to bend.
BOOK I. FABLE XXTI. 79
The smallest bird that flits in air
Is quite too much for you to bear ;
The slightest wind that wreaths the lake
Your ever-trembling head doth shake.
The while, my towering form
Dares with the mountain top
The solar blaze to stop,
And wrestle with the storm.
What seems to you the blast of death,
To me is but a zephyr's breath.
Beneath my branches had you grown,
That spread far round their friendly bower,
Less suffering would your life have known,
Defended from the tempest's power.
Unhappily, you oftenest show
In open air your slender form.
Along the marshes, wet and low,
That fringe the kingdom of the storm.
To you, declare 1 must,
Dame Nature seems unjust
Then modestly replied the reed,
Your pity, sir, is kind indeed,
But wholly needless for my sake.
The wildest wind that ever blew
Is safe to me, compared with you.
I bend, indeed, but never break.
Thus far, I own, the hurricane
Has beat your sturdy back in vain ;
But wait the end. Just at the word,
The tempest's hollow voice was heard.
80 BOOK I. FABLE XXII.
The North sent forth her fiercest child,
Dark, jagged, pitiless, and wild.
The oak, erect, endured the blow ;
The reed bowed gracefully and low.
But, gathering up its strength once more,
In greater fury than before,
The savage blast
O'erthrew, at last,
That proud, old, sky-encircled head,
Whose feet entwined the empire of the dead !
AGAINST THE HARD TO SUIT.
Were I a pet of fair Calliope,
I would devote3 the gifts conferred on me
To dress in verse old JEsop's tales divine ;
For verse, and they, and truth, do well combine.
But, not a favorite on the Muses' hill,
I dare not arrogate the magic skill
To ornament these charming stories.
A bard might brighten up their glories,
No doubt I try — what one more wise must do.
Thus much 1 have accomplished hitherto ; —
By help of my translation,
The beasts hold conversation
In French, as ne'er they did before.
Indeed, to claim a little more,
The plants and trees, with smiling features,
Are turned by me to talking creatures.
Who says that this is not enchanting ?
Ah, say the critics, hear what vaunting
From one whose work, all told, no more is
Than half a dozen baby-stories.
BOOK II. FABI-K I.
Would you a theme more credible, my censors,
In graver tone, and style which now and then soars ?
Then list ! For ten long years the men of Troy,
By means that only heroes can employ,
Had held the allied hosts of Greece at bay, —
Their minings, batterings, stormings, day by day,
Their hundred battles on the crimson plain,
Their blood of thousand heroes, all in vain, —
When, by Minerva's art, a horse of wood,
Of lofty size, before their city stood,
Whose flanks immense the sage Ulysses hold,
Brave Diomed, and Ajax fierce and bold,
Whom, with their myrmidons, the huge machine
Would bear within the fated town unseen,
To wreak upon its very gods their rage —
Unheard-of stratagem, in any age,
Which well its crafty authors did repay
Enough, enough, our critic folks will say ;
Your period excites alarm,
Lest you should do your lungs some harm ;
And then your monstrous wooden horse,
With squadrons in it, at their ease,
Is even harder lo endorse
Than Renard cheating Raven of his cheese
And, more than that, it fits you ill
To wield the old heroic quill.
Well, then, a humbler tone, if such your will is.
Long sighed and pined the jealous Amaryllis
For her Alcippus, in the sad belief,
None, save her sheep and dog, would know her gnet.
BOOK II. KAKI.K II.
Thyrsis, who knows, among the willows slips,
And hears the gentle shepherdess's lips
Beseech the kind and gentle zephyr
To bear these accents to her lover ... .
Stop, says my censor :
To laws of rhyme quite irreducible,
That couplet needs again the crucible ;
Poetic men, sir,
Must nicely shun the shocks
Of rhymes unorthodox.
A fig for critics ! hold your tongue !
Know I not how to end my song ?
Of time and strength what greater waste
Than my attempt to suit your taste ?
Some men, more nice than wise,
There's nought that satisfies.
THE COUNCIL HELD BY THE RATS.
Old Rodilard, a certain cat,
Such havoc of the rats had made,
'Twas difficult to find a rat
With nature's debt unpaid.
The few that did remain,
Tb leave their holes afraid,
From usual food abstain.
84 BOOK II. FABLE II.
Not eating half their fill.
And wonder no one will,
That one who had the rats so thinned,
With rats passed not for cat, but fiend. '
Now, on a day, this dread rat-eater,
Who had a wife, went out to meet her ;
And while he held his caterwauling,
The unkilled rats, their chapter calling,
Discussed the point, in grave debate,
How they might shun impending fate.
Their dean, a prudent rat,
Thought best, and better soon than late,
To bell the fatal cat ;
That, when he took his hunting round,
The rats, well cautioned by the sound,
Might hide in safety under ground ;
Indeed he knew no other means.
And all the rest
At once confessed
Their minds were with the dean's.
No better plan, they all believed,
Could possibly have been conceived.
No doubt the thing would work right well,
If any one would hang the bell.., ^
But, one by one, said every rat,
I'm not so big a fool as that.
The plan, knocked up in this respect,
The council closed without effect.
And many a council I have seen,
Or reverend chapter with its dean,
HOOK H. FABLE III.
That, thus resolving wisely,
Fell through like this precisely.
To argue or refute
Wise counsellors abound;
The man to execute
Is harder to be found.
THE WOLF ACCUSING THE FOX BEFORE
A wolf, affirming his belief,
That he had suffered by a thief,
Brought up his neighbor fox —
Of whom it was by all confessed,
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 vexed,
Our monkey sat perplexed.
Their words and wrath expended,
Their strife at length was ended ;
HOOK II. FAHLE III.
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.
BOOK II. FABLE IV. 87
THE TWO BULLS AND THE FROG.
Two bulls engaged in shocking battle,
Both for a certain heifer's sake,
And lordship over certain cattle ;
A frog began to groan and quake.
But what is this to you ?
Inquired another of the croaking crew.
Why, sister, don't you see,
The end of this will be,
That one of these big brutes will yield,
And then be exiled from the field ?
No more permitted on the grass to feed,
He'll forage, through our marsh, on rush and reed ;
And, while he eats or chews the cud,
Will trample on us in the mud.
Alas ! to think how frogs must suffer
By means of this proud lady heifer !
This fear was not without good sense.
One bull was beat, and much to their expense ;
For, quick retreating to their reedy bower,
He trod on twenty of them in an hour.
"Of little folks it oft has been the fate
To suffer for the follies of the great
88 BOOK II. FABLE V.
THE BAT AND THE TWO WEASELS.
A blundering bat once stuck her head
Into a wakeful weasel's bed ;
Whereat the mistress of the house,
A deadly foe of rats and mice,
Was making ready in a trice
To eat the stranger as a mouse.
W T hat! do you dare, she said, to creep in
The very bed I sometimes sleep in,
Now, after all the provocation
I've suffered from your thievish nation ?
Are you not really a mouse,
That gnawing pest of every house,
Your special aim to do the cheese ill ?
Ay, that you are, or I'm no weasel.
I beg your pardon, said the bat ;
My kind is very far from that.
What ! I a mouse ! Who told you such a lie i
Why, ma'am, I am a bird ;
And, if you doubt my word,
Just see the wings with which I fly.
Long live the mice that cleave the sky !
These reasons had so fair a show,
The weasel let the creature go.
By some strange fancy led,
The same wise blunderhead,
BOOK II. FABLE VI. 89
But two or three days later,
Had chosen for her rest
Another weasel's nest,
This last, of birds a special hater.
New peril brought this step absurd.
Without a moment's thought or puzzle,
Dame Weasel oped her peaked muzzle
To eat th' intruder as a bird.
Hold ! do not wrong me, cried the bat;
I'm truly no such thing as that.
Your eyesight strange conclusions gathers.
What makes a bird, I pray ? Its feathers.
I'm cousin of the mice and rats.
Great Jupiter confound the cats !
The bat, by such adroit replying,
. Twice saved herself from dying.
And many a human stranger
Thus turns his coat in danger ;
And sings, as suits where'er he goes,
God save the king ! — or, save his foes !
THE BIRD WOUNDED BY AN ARROW.
A bird, with plumed arrow shot,
In dying case deplored her lot:
90 BOOK II. FABLE VII.
Alas ! she cried, the anguish of the thought !
This ruin partly by myself was brought !
Hard-hearted men ! from us to borrow
What wings to us the fatal arrow !
But mock us not, ye cruel race,
For you must often take our place.
The work of half the human brothers
Is making arms against the others.
THE FLY AND THE GAME.
A knight of powder-horn and shot
Once filled his bag — as I would not,
Unless the feelings of my breast
By poverty were sorely pressed —
With birds and squirrels for the spits
Of certain gormandizing cits.
With merry heart the fellow went
Direct to Mr. Centpercent,
Who loved, as well as understood,
Whatever game was nice and good.
This gentleman, with knowing air,
Surveyed the dainty lot with care,
Pronounced it racy, rich, and rare,
And called his wife, to know her wishes
About its purchase for their dishes.
The lady thought the creatures prime,
And for their dinner just in time ;
BOOK II. FABLE VIII. 91
So sweet they were, and delicate,
For dinner she could hardly wait.
But now there came — could luck be worse ? —
Justus the buyer drew his purse.
A bulky fly, -with solemn buzz,
And smelt, as an inspector does,
This bird and that, and said the meat —
But here his words I won't repeat —
Was any thing but fit to eat.
Ah ! cried the lady, there's a fly
I never knew to tell a lie ;
His coat, you see, is bottle green ;
He knows a thing or two, I ween ;
My dear, I beg you, do not buy :
Such game as this may suit the dogs.
So on our peddling sportsman jogs,
His soul possessed of this surmise
About some men, as well as flies :
A filthy taint they soonest find
Who are to relish filth inclined.
THE EAGLE AND THE BEETLE.
John Rabbit, by Dame Eagle chased,
Hid with a beetle in his haste.
Of course, in an asylum so absurd,
John felt ere long the talons of the bird.
But first, the beetle, interceding, cried,
Great queen of birds, it cannot be denied,
92 BOOK II. FABLE VIII.
That, maugre my protection, you can bear
My trembling guest, John Rabbit, through the air.
But do not give me such affront, I pray ;
And since he craves your grace,
In pity of his case,
Grant him his life, or take us both away ;
For he's my gossip, friend, and neighbor.
In vain the beetle's friendly labor ;
The eagle clutched her prey without reply,
And as she flapped her vasty wings to fly,
Struck down our orator and stilled him
The wonder is she hadn't killed him.
The beetle soon, of sweet revenge in quest,
Flew to the old, gnarled mountain oak
Which proudly bore that haughty eagle's nest.
And while the bird was-gone,
Her eggs, her cherished eggs, he broke,
Not sparing one.
Returning from her flight, the eagle's cry,
Of rage and bitter anguish, filled the sky.
But, by excess of passion blind,
Her enemy she failed to find.
Her wrath in vain, that year it was her fate
To live a mourning mother, desolate.
The next, shejbuilt a loftier nest; 'twas vain ;
The beetle found and dashed her eggs again.
John Rabbit's death was thus revenged anew.
The second mourning for her murdered brood
Was such, that through the giant mountain wood,
For six long months, the sleepless echo flew.
BOOK II. FABLE VIII. 93
The bird, once Ganymede, now made
Her prayer to Jupiter for aid ;
And, laying them within his godship's lap,
She thought her eggs now safe from all mishap ;
The god his own could not but make them —
No wretch would venture there to break them.
And no one did. Their enemy, this time,
Upsoaring to a place sublime,
Let fall upon his royal robes some dirt,
Which Jove just shaking, with a sudden flirt,
Threw out the eggs, no one knows whither.
When Jupiter informed her how th' event
• Occuned by purest accident,
The eagle raved ; there was no reasoning with her ;
She gave out threats of leaving court,
To make the desert her resort,
And other braveries of this sort
Poor Jupiter in silence heard
The uproar of his favorite bird.
Before his throne the beetle now appeared,
And by a clear complaint the mystery cleared.
The god pronounced the eagle in the wrong.
But still, their hatred was so old and strong,
These enemies could not be reconciled ;
And, that the general peace might not be spoiled, —
The best that he could do, — the god arranged,
That thence the eagle's pairing should be changed,
To come when beetle folks are only found
Concealed and dormant under ground.
94 BOOK II. FABLE IX.
THE LION AND THE GNAT.
Go, paltry insect, nature's meanest brat !
Thus said the royal lion to the gnat.
The gnat declared immediate war.
Think you, said he, your royal name
To me worth caring for ?
Think you I tremble at your power or fame ?
The ox is bigger far than you ;
Yet him I drive, and all his crew.
This said, as one that did no fear owe,
Himself he blew the battle charge,
Himself both trumpeter and hero.
At first, he played about at large,
Then on the lion's neck, at leisure, settled,
And there the royal beast full sorely nettled.
With foaming mouth, and flashing eye,
He roars. All creatures hide or fly, —
Such mortal terror at
The work of one poor gnat !
With constant change of his attack,
The snout now stinging, now the back,
And now the chambers of the nose ;
The pygmy fly no mercy shows.
BOOK II. FABLE IX. 95
The'iion's rage was at its height ;
His viewless foe now laughed outright,
When on his battle-ground he saw,
That every savage tooth and claw
Had got its proper beauty
By doing bloody duty ;
Himself, the hapless lion, tore his hide,
And lashed with sounding tail from side to side.
Ah ! bootless blow, and bite, and curse !
He beat the harmless air, and worse ;
For, though so fierce and stout,
By effort wearied out,
He fainted, fell, gave up the quarrel.
The gnat retires with verdant laurel.
Now rings his trumpet clang
As at the charge it rang.
But while his triumph note he blows,
Straight on our valiant conqueror goes
A spider's ambuscade to meet,
And make its web his winding-sheet.
We often have the most to fear
From those we most despise ;
Again, great risks a man may clear,
Who by the smallest dies.
BOOK II. FABLE X.
THE ASS LOADED WITH SPONGES, AJND THE
ASS LOADED WITH SALT.
A man, whom I shall call an ass-eteer,
His sceptre like some Roman emperor bearing,
Drove on two coursers of protracted ear,
The one, with sponges laden, briskly faring ;
The other lifting legs
As if he trod on eggs,
With constant need of goading,
And bags of salt for loading.
O'er hill and dale our merry pilgrims passed,
Till, coming to a river's ford at last,
They stopped quite puzzled on the shore.
Our asseteer had crossed the stream before ;
So, on the lighter beast astride,
He drives the other, spite of dread,
Which, loath indeed to go ahead,
Into a deep hole turns aside,
And, facing right about,
Where he went in, comes out;
For duckings two or three
Had power the salt to melt,
So that the creature felt
His burdened shoulders free.
The sponger, like a sequent sheep,
Pursuing through the water deep,
BOOK II. FABLE XI. 97
Into the same hole plunges
Himself, his rider, and the sponges.
All three drank deeply: asseteer and ass
For boon companions of their load might pass ;
Which last became so sore a weight,
The ass fell down,
Belike to drown,
His rider risking equal fate.
A helper came, no matter who.
The moral needs no more ado —
That all can't act alike, —
The point I wished to strike.
THE LION AND THE RAT.
To show to all your kindness, it behoves r-
There's none so small but you his aid may need.
I quote two fables for this weighty creed,
Which either of them fully proves.
From underneath the sward
A rat, quite ofT his guard,
Popped out between a lion's paws.
The beast of royal bearing
Showed what a lion was
The creature's life by sparing —
A kindn-ss well repaid;
98 HOOK II. FABLE XII.
For, little as you would have thought
His majesty would ever need his aid,
It proved full soon
A precious boon.
Forth issuing from his forest glen,
T' explore the haunts of men,
In lion net his majesty was caught,
From which his strength and rage
Served not to disengage.
The rat ran up, with grateful glee,
Gnawed off a rope, and set him free.
By time and toil we sever,
What strength and rage could never. ,
THE DOVE AND THE ANT.
The same instruction we may get
From another couple, smaller yet.
A dove came to a brook to drink,
When, leaning o'er its crumbling brink,
An ant fell in, and vainly tried,
In this to her an ocean tide,
To reach the land ; whereat the dove,
With every living thing in love,
BOOK II. FABLE XIII. 99
Was prompt a spire of grass to throw her,
By which the ant regained the shore.
A barefoot scamp, both mean and sly,
Soon after chanced this dove to spy ;
And, being armed with bow and arrow,
The hungry codger doubted not
The bird of Venus, in his pot,
Would make a soup before the morrow.
Just as his deadly bow he drew,
Our ant just bit his heel.
Roused by the villain's squeal,
The dove took timely hint, and flew
Far from the rascal's coop ; —
And with her flew his soup.
THE ASTROLOGER WHO STUMBLED INTO
To an astrologer who fell
Plump to the bottom of a well,
Poor blockhead ! cried a passer by,
Not see your feet, and read the sky ?
This upshot of a story will suffice
To give a useful hint to most ;
For few there are in this our world so wise
As not to trust in star or ghost,
100 BOOK n. VAI-L\ XHI.
Or cherish secretly the creed
That rrien the book of destiny may read.
This book, by Homer and his pupils sung-,
What is it, in plain common sense,
But what was chance those ancient folks among,
And with ourselves, God's providence ?
Now, chance doth bid defiance
To every thing like science ;
'Twere wrong, if not,
To call it hazard, fortune, lot —
Things palpably uncertain.
But from the purposes divine,
The deep of infinite design,
Who boasts to lift the curtain ?
BOOK II. FABLE XIII.
Whom but himself doth God allow
To read his bosom thoughts, and how ?
Would he imprint upon the stars sublime
The shrouded secrets of the night of time ?
And all for what? To exercise the wit
Of those who on astrology have writ ?
To help us shun inevitable ills ?
To poison for us even pleasure's rills ?
The choicest blessings to destroy,
Exhausting, ere they come, their joy ?
Such faith is worse than error — 'tis a crime.
The sky-host moves and marks the course of time ;
The sun sheds on our nicely-measured days
The glory of his night-dispelling rays ;
And all from this we can divine
Is, that they need to rise and shine, —
To roll the seasons, ripen fruits,
And cheer the hearts of men and brutes.
How tallies this revolving universe
With human things, eternally diverse ?
Ye horoscopers, waning quacks,
Please turn on Europe's courts your backs,
And, taking on your travelling lists
The bellows-blowing alchemists,
Budge off together to the land of mists.
But I've digressed. Return we now, bethinking
Of our poor star-man, whom we left a drinking.
Besides the folly of his lying trade,
This man the type may well be made
Of those who at chimeras stare
When they should mind the things that are.
102 BOOK II. FABLE XIV.
THE HARE AND THE FROGS.
Once in his bed deep mused the hare,
(What else but muse could he do there ?)
And soon by gloom was much afflicted ; —
To gloom the creature's much addicted.
Alas ! these constitutions nervous,
He cried, how wretchedly they serve us
We timid people, by their action,
Can't eat nor sleep with satisfaction ;
We can't enjoy a pleasure single,
But with some misery it must mingle.
Myself, for one, am forced by cursed fear
To sleep with open eye as well as ear.
Correct yourself, says some adviser.
Grows fear, by such advice, the wiser ?
Indeed, I well enough descry
That men have fear, as well as I.
With such revolving thoughts our hare
Kept watch in soul-consuming care.
A passing shade, or leaflet's quiver,
Would give his blood a boiling fever.
Full soon, his melancholy soul
Aroused from dreaming doze
By noise too slight for foes,
He scuds in haste to reach his hole.
BOOK II. FABLE XV. 103
He passed a pond ; and from its border bogs,
Plunge after plunge, in leaped the timid frogs.
Aha ! I do to them, I see,
He cried, what others do to me.
The sight of even me, a hare,
Sufficeth some, I find, to scare.
And here, the terror of my tramp
Hath put to rout, it seems, a camp.
The trembling fools ! they take me for
The very thunderbolt of war !
s- 1 see, the coward never skulked a foe
That might not scare a coward still below
THE COCK AM) THE FOX.
b pon a tree there mounted guard
A veteran cock, adroit and cunning,
When to the roots a fox up running,
Spoke thus, in tones of kind regard : —
Our quarrel, brother, 's at an end ;
Henceforth I hope to live your friend
For peace now reigns
Throughout the animal domains.
I bear the news : — come down, I pray
And give me the embrace fraternal ;
And please, my brother, don't delay.
BOOK II. FABLE XV.
!3o much the tidings do concern alt,
That I must spread them far to-day.
Now you and yours can take your walks
Without a fear or thought of hawks.
And should you clash with them or others,
In us you'll find the be-t of brothers; —
For which you may, this joyful night,
Your merry bonfires light.
But, first, let's seal the bliss
With one fraternal kiss.
Good friend, the cock replied, upon my word,
A better thing I never heard ;
And doubly I rejoice
To hear it from your voice ;
BOOK II. FABLE XVI. 105
And, really, there must be something in it,
For yonder come two greyhounds, which, I natter
Myself, are couriers on this very matter.
They come so fast, they'll be here in a minute.
I'll down, and all of us will seal the blessing
With general kissing and caressing.
Adieu, said fox; my errand's pressing;
I'll hurry on my way,
And we'll rejoice some other day.
So off the fellow scampered, quick and light,
To gain the fox-holes of a neighboring height,
Less happy in his stratagem than flight.
The cock laughed sweetly in his sleeve ; —
'Tis doubly sweet deceiver to deceive.
THE RAVEN WISHING TO IMITATE THE
The bird of Jove bore off a mutton,
A raven being witness.
That weaker bird, but equal glutton,
Not doubting of his fitness
To do the same, with ease,
And bent his taste to please,
Took round the flock his sweep,
And marked among the sheep,
106 BOOK II. FABLE XVI.
The one of fairest flesh and size,
A real sheep of sacrifice —
A dainty titbit bestial,
Reserved for mouth celestial.
Our gormand, gloating round,
Cried, Sheep, I wonder much
Who could have made you such.
You're far the fattest I have found ;
I'll take you for my eating.
And on the creature bleating
He settled down. Now, sooth to say,
This sheep would weigh
More than a cheese ;
And had a fleece
Much like that matting famous
Which graced the chin of Polyphemus ;
So fast it clung to every claw,
It was not easy to withdraw.
The shepherd came, caught, caged, and, to their joy,
Gave croaker to his children for a toy.
Ill plays the pilferer, the bigger thief;
One's self one ought to know; — in brief,
Example is a dangerous lure ;
Death strikes the gnat, where flies the wasp secure
BOOK II. FABLE XVII.
THE PEACOCK COMPLAIMA'G TO JUNO.
The peacock to the queen of heaven
Complained in some such wor4s : —
Great goddess, you have given
To me, the laughing-stock of birds,
A voice which fills, by taste quite just,
All nature -with disgust ;
Whereas that little paltry thing,
The nightingale, pours from her throat
So sweet and ravishing a note,
She bears alone the honors of the spring.
in anger Juno heard,
And cried, Shame on you, jealous bird !
Grudge you the nightingale her voice,
Who in the rainbow neck rejoice,
Than costliest silks more richly tinted,
In charms of grace and form unstinted,
Who strut in kingly pride,
Your glorious tail spread wide
With brilliants which in sheen do
Outshine the jewellers bow-window ?
Is there a bird beneath the blue
^^That has more charms than you ?
[ No animal in every thing can shine.
\ By iust partition of our gifts divine,
108 BOOK II. FABLE XVIII.
Each has its full and proper share ;
Among- the birds tha,t cleave the air,
The hawk 's a swift, the eagle is a brave one,
For omens serves the hoarse old raven,
The rook 's of coming ills the prophet ;
And if there's any discontent,
I've heard not of it.
Cease, then, your envious complaint;
Or I, instead of making up your lack,
Will take your boasted plumage from your back.
THE CAT METAMORPHOSED INTO A WOMAN.
^-A bachelor caressed his cat,
A darling fair and delicate ;
So deep in love, he thought her mew
The sweetest voice he ever knew.
By prayers, and tears, and magic art,
The man got Fate to take his part ;
And, lo ! one morning at his side
His cat, transformed, became his bride.
In wedded state our man was seen
The fool in courtship he had been.
BOOK II. FABLE XVIII. 109
No lover e'er was so bewitched
By any maiden's charms
As was this husband, so enriched
By hers within his arms. ^ x -''
He praised her beauties, this and that,
And saw there nothing of the cat.
In short, by passion's aid, he
Thought her a perfect lady.
'Twas night: some carpet- gnawing mice
Disturbed the happy pair.
Roused, with a catlike air,
The bride sprang at them in a trice.
The mice were scared and fled.
The bride, scarce in her bed,
The gnawing heard, and sprang again, —
And this time not in vain,
For, in this novel form arrayed,
Of her the mice were less afraid.
Through life she loved this mousing course.
So great is stubborn nature's force.
In mockery of change, the old
Will keep their youthful bent
When once the cloth has got its fold,
The smelling pot its scent,
In vain your efforts and your care
To make them other than they are.
To work reform, do what you will,
Old habit will be habit still.
110 BOOK II. FABLE XIX.
I Nor fork * nor strap can mend its manners,
Nor cudgel-blows beat down its banners.
Secure the doors against the renter,
And through the windows it will enter
THE LION AND THE ASS HUNTING.
/ The king of animals, with royal grace,
I 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 dier and stags, the fat and. good.
This time, the king, t' insure success,
Took for his aid-de-camp an ass,
A creature of stentorian voice,
That felt much honored by the choice.
The lion hid him in a proper station,
And ordered 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,
* "Naturam expellas furca, taraon usque recurret." — Hor.
BOOK II. FABLE XX. Ill
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 brayed!
Had I not known yourself and race,
I should have been myself afraid !
If he had dared, the donkey
Had shown himself right spunky
At this retort, though justly made ;
/For who could suffer boasts to pass
I So ill-befitting to an ass ?
THE WILL EXPLAINED BY iESOP.
If what old story says of JSsop 's true,
The oracle of Greece he was,
And more than Areopagus he knew,
With all its wisdom in the laws.
The following tale gives but a sample
Of what has made his fame so ample.
Three daughters shared a father's purse,
Of habits totally diverse.
The first, bewitched with drinks delicious ;
The next, coquettish and capricious ;
The third, supremely avaricious.
BOOK II. FABLE XX.
The sire, expectant of his fate,
Bequeathed his whole estate,
In equal shares, to them,
And to their mother just the same, —
To her then payable, and not before,
Each daughter should possess her part no more.
The father died. The females three
Were much in haste the will to see.
They read and read, but still
Saw not the willer's will.
± or could it Avell be understood
That each of this sweet sisterhood,
When she possessed her part no more,
Should to her mother pay it o'er?
'Twas surely not so easy saying
How lack of means would help the paying.
What meant their honored father, then ?
Th' affair was brought to legal men,
Who, after turning o'er the case
Some hundred thousand different ways,
Threw down the learned bonnet,
Unable to decide upon it ;
And then advised the heirs,
Without more thought, t' adjust affairs.
As to the widow's share, the counsel say,
We hold it just the daughters each should pay
One third to her upon demand,
Should she not choose to have it stand
Commuted as a life annuity,
Paid from her husband's death, with due congruity.
BOOK II. FABLE XX. 113
The thing thus ordered, the estate
Is duly cut in portions three.
And in the first they all agree
To put the feasting-lodges, plate,
Luxurious cooling mugs,
Enormous liquor jugs,
Rich cupboards, — built beneath the trellised vine, —
The stores of ancient, sweet Malvoisian wine,
The slaves to serve it at a sign ;
In short, whatever, in a great house,
There is of feasting apparatus.
The second part is made
Of what might help the jilting trade —
The city house and furniture,
Exquisite and genteel, be sure,
The eunuchs, milliners, and laces,
The jewels, shawls, and costly dresses.
The third is made of household stuff,
More vulgar, rude, and rough —
Farms, fences, flocks, and fodder,
And men and beasts to turn the sod o'er.
This done, since it was thought
To give the parts by lot
Might suit, or it might not,
Each paid her share of fees dear,
And took the part that pleased her.
'Twas in great Athens town,
Such judgment gave the gown.
And there the public voice
Applauded both the judgment and the choice.
114 BOOK II. FABLE XX.
But iEsop well was satisfied
The learned men had set aside,
In judging thus the testament,
The very gist of its intent.
The dead, quoth he, could he but know of it,
Would heap reproaches on such Attic wit.
What! men who proudly take their place
As sages of the human race,
Lack they the simple skill
To settle such a will ?
This said, he undertook himself
The task of portioning the pelf;
And straightway gave each maid the part
The least according to her heart —
The prim coquette, the drinking stuff,
The drinker, then, the farms and cattle ;
And on the miser, rude and rough,
The robes and lace did iEsop settle ;
For thus, he said, an early date
Would see the sisters alienate
Their several shares of the estate.
No motive now in maidenhood to tarry,
They all would seek, post haste, to marry ;
And, having each a splendid bait,
Each soon would find a well-bred mate ;
And, leaving thus their father's goods intact,
Would to their mother pay them all, in fact, —
Which of the testament
Was plainly the intent
BOOK II. FABLE XX. 115
The people, who had thought a slave an ass,
Much wondered how it came to pass
/"That one alone should have more sense
1 Than all their men of most pretence
THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THE ASS.
TO M. D. MAUCROIX.
Because the arts are plainly birthright matters,
For fables we to ancient Greece are debtors ;
BOOK III. FABLE I. 117
But still this field could not be reaped so clean
As not to let us, later comers, glean.
The fiction-world hath deserts yet to dare,
And, daily, authors make discoveries there.
I'd fain repeat one which our man of song,
Old Malherbe, told one day to young Racan.
Of Horace they the rivals and the heirs,
Apollo's pets, — my masters, 1 should say, —
Sole by themselves were met, I'm told, one day,
Confiding each to each their thoughts and cares.
Racan begins : — Pray end my inward strife,
For well you know, my friend, what's what in life,
Who through its varied course, from stage to stage,
Have stored the full experience of age ;
What shall I do ? 'Tis time I chose profession.
You know my fortune, birth, and disposition.
Ought I to make the country my resort,
Or seek the army, or to rise at court ?
There's nought but mixeth bitterness with charms ;
War hath its pleasures ; hymen, its alarms.
'Twere nothing hard to take my natural bent, —
But I've a world of people to content.
Content a world ! old Malherbe cries ; who can, sir ?
Why, let me tell a story ere I answer.
A miller and his son, I've somewhere read,
The first in years, the other but a lad, —
A fine, smart boy, however, I should say, —
To sell their ass went to a fair one day.
BOOK III. FABLE I.
In order there to get the highest price,
They needs must keep their donkey fresh and nice ;
So, tying fast his feet, they swung him clear,
And bore him hanging like a chandelier.
Alas ! poor, simple-minded country fellows !
The first that sees their load, loud laughing, bellows,
What farce is this to split good people's sides ?
The most an ass is not the one that rides !
The miller, much enlightened by this talk,
Untied his precious beast, and made him walk.
The ass, who liked the other mode of travel,
Brayed some complaint at trudging on the gravel ;
Whereat, not understanding well the beast,
The miller caused his hopeful son to ride,
And walked behind, without a spark of pride.
Three merchants passed, and, mightily displeased
The eldest of these gentlemen cried out,
Ho there ! dismount, for shame, you lubber lout,
Nor make a foot-boy of your gray-beard sire ;
Change places, as the rights of age require.
To please you, sirs, the miller said, I ought.
So down the young and up the old man got.
Three girls next passing, What a shame, says one
That boy should be obliged on foot to run,
While that old chap, upon his ass astride,
Should play the calf, and like a bishop ride !
Please save your wit, the miller made reply,
Tough veal, my girls, the calf as old as I.
But joke on joke repeated changed his mind ;
So up he took, at last, his son behind.
BOOK III. FABLE I. 119
Not thirty yards ahead, another set
Found fault. The biggest fools I ever met,
Says one of them, such burdens to impose.
The ass is faint and dying with their blows.
Is this, indeed, the mercy which these rustics
Show to their honest, faithful, old domestics?
If to the fair these lazy fellows ride,
'Twill be to sell thereat the donkey's hide !
Zounds ! cried the miller, precious little brains
~Hath he who takes, to please the world, such pains ;
But since we're in, we'll try what can be done.
So off the ass they jumped, himself and son,
And, like a prelate, donkey marched alone.
Another man they met. These folks, said he,
Enslave themselves to let their ass go free —
The darling brute ! If I might be so bold,
I'd counsel them to have him set in gold.
Not so went Nicholas his Jane to woo,
Who rode, we sing, his ass to save his shoe.
Ass ! ass ! our man replied ; we're asses three !
I do avow myself an ass to be ;
But since my sage advisers can't agree,
Their words henceforth shall not be heeded ;
I'll suit myself. And he succeeded.
For you, choose army, love, or court ;
In town, or countiy, make resort ;
Take wife, or cowl ; ride you, or walk ;
Doubt not but tongues will have their talk.
120 BOOK III. FABLE II.
THE MEMBERS AJND THE STOMACH.
Perhaps, had I but shown due loyalty,
This book would have begun with royalty,
Of which, in certain points of view,
The stomach is the image true,
In whose bereavements all the members share ;
Of whom the latter once so weary were,
As all due service to forbear,
On what they called his idle plan
Resolved to play the gentleman,
And let his lordship live on air.
Like burden-beasts, said they,
We sweat from day to day ;
And all for whom and what?
Ourselves we profit not.
Our labor has no object but one,
That is, to feed this lazy glutton.
We'll learn the resting trade
By his example's aid.
So said, so done ; all labor ceased ;
The hands refused to grasp, the arms to strike ;
All other members did the like.
Their lord might labor if he pleased !
BOOK III. FABLE II. 121
It was an error which they soon repented,
With pain of languid poverty acquainted.
The heart no more the blood renewed,
And hence repair no more accrued
To ever- wasting strength ;
Whereby the mutineers, at length,
Saw that the idle stomach, in its way,
Did more for common benefit than they.
For royalty our fable makes,
A thing that gives as well as takes.
Its power all labor to sustain,
Nor for themselves turns out their labor vain.
It gives the artist bread, the merchant riches ;
Maintains the diggers in their ditches ;
Pays man of war and magistrate ;
Supports the swarms in place,
That live on sovereign grace ;
In short, is caterer for the state.
Menenius told the story well,
When Rome, of old, in pieces fell,
The commons parting from the senate.
The ills, said they, that we complain at
Are, that the honors, treasures, power, and dignity
Belong to them alone ; while we
Get nought our labor for^
But tributes, taxes, and fatigues of war.
122 \ BOOK III. FABLE III.
Without the walls the people had their stand
Prepared to march in search of other land,
When by this noted fable
Menenius was able
To draw them, hungry, home
To duty and to Rome.*
THE WOLF TURNED SHEPHERD.
A woLr, 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,
♦According to our republican notions of government, these people
were somewhat imposed upon. Perhaps the fable finds a more appro-
priate application in the relation of employer to employed. I leave
the fabulists and the political economists to settle the question between
them. — Ed
BOOK III. FABLE HI.
Slept there, indeed, profoundly,
His dog and pipe slept, also, soundly ;
His drowsy sheep around lay,
As for the greatest number.
Much blessed 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,
Could neither run nor fiffht.
124 BOOK III. FABLE IV.
There's always leakage of deceit,
Which makes it never safe to cheat
Whoever is a wolf had better
Keep clear of hypocritic fetter.
* FABLE IV.
THE FROGS ASKING A KING.
A certain commonwealth aquatic,
Grown tired of order democratic,
By clamoring in the ears of Jove, effected
Its being to a monarch's power subjected.
Jove flung it down, at first, a king pacific,
Who nathless fell with such a splash terrific,
The marshy folks, a foolish race and timid,
Made breathless haste to get from him hid.
They dived into the mud beneath the water,
Or found among the reeds and rushes quarter.
And long it was they dared not see
The dreadful face of majesty,
Supposing that some monstrous frog
Had been sent down to rule the bog.
The king was really a log,
Whose gravity inspired with awe
The first that, from his hiding-place
Forth venturing, astonished, saw
The royal blockhead's face.
BOOK III. FABLE IV. 125
With trembling and with fear,
At last he drew quite near.
Another followed, and another yet,
Till quite a crowd at last were met ;
Who, growing fast and strangely bolder,
Perched soon upon the royal shoulder.
His gracious majesty kept still,
And let his people work their will.
Clack, clack ! what din beset the ears of Jove !
We want a king, the people said, to move !
The god straight sent them down a crane,
Who caught and slew them without measure,
And gulped their carcasses at pleasure ;
Whereat the frogs more wofully complain.
What! what! great Jupiter replied ;
By your desires must I be tied r
Think you such government is bad?
You should have kept what first you had ;
Which having blindly failed to do,
It had been prudent still for you
To let that former king suffice,
More meek and mild, if not so wise.
With this now make yourselves content, •
Lest for your sins a worse be sent
BOOK III. FABLE V.
— THE FOX AND THE GOAT
A fox once journeyed, and for company
A certain bearded, horned goat had he ;
Which goat no further than his nose could see.
The fox was deeply versed in trickery.
These travellers did thirst compel
To seek the bottom of a well.
There, having drank enough for two,
Says fox, My friend, what shall we do ?
BOOK III. FABLE V. 127
'Tis time that we were thinking
Of something" else than drinking.
Raise you your feet upon the wall,
And stick your horns up straight and tall;
Then up your back I'll climb with ease,
And draw you after, if you please.
Yes, by my beard, the other said,
'Tis just the thing. I like a head
Well stocked with sense, like thine.
Had it been left to mine,
I do confess,
I never should have thought of this.
So Renard clambered out,
And, leaving there the goat,
Discharged his obligations
By preaching thus on patience : —
Had Heaven put sense thy head within,
To match the beard upon thy chin,
Thou wouldst have thought a bit,
Before descending such a pit.
I'm out of it ; good by :
With prudent effort try
Yourself to extricate.
For me, affairs of state
Permit me not to wait.
Whatever way you wend, j
\Consider well the end.
128 BOOK III. FABLE VI.
THE EAGLE, THE WILD SOW, AND THE CAT.
A certain hollow tree
Was tenanted by three.
An eagle held a lofty bough,
The hollow root a wild wood sow,
A female cat between the two.
All busy with maternal labors,
They lived awhile obliging neighbors.
At last the cat's deceitful tongue
Broke up the peace of old and young.
Up climbing to the eagle's nest,
She said, with whiskered lips compressed,
Our death, or, what as much we mothers fear,
That of our helpless offspring dear,
Is surely drawing near.
Beneath our feet, see you not how
Destruction's plotted by the sow?
Her constant digging, soon or late,
Our proud' old castle will uproot.
And then — O, sad and shocking fate !-
She'll eat our young ones as the fruit!
Were there but hope of saving one,
'Twould soothe somewhat my bitter moan.
Thus leaving apprehensions hideous,
Down went the puss perfidious
BOOK ITI. FABLE VI. 129
To where the sow, by nature's law,
Was snugly settled in the straw.
Good friend and neighbor, whispered she,
I warn you on your guard to be.
Your pigs should you but leave a minute,
This eagle here will seize them in it.
Speak not of this, I beg, at all,
Lest on my head her wrath should fall.
Another breast with fear inspired,
With fiendish joy the cat retired.
The eagle ventured no egress
To feed her young, the sow still less.
Fools they, to think that any curse
Than ghastly famine could be worse S
Both staid at home, resolved and obstinate,
To save their young ones from impending fate, — ■
The royal bird for fear of mine,
For fear of royal claws the swine.
All died, at length, with hunger,
The older and the younger ;
There staid, of eagle race or boar,
Not one this side of death's dread door ; —
A sad misfortune, which
The wicked cats made rich.
O, what is there of hellish plot
The treacherous tongue dares not !
Of all the ills Pandora's box outpoured,
Deceit, I think, is most to be abhorred.
130 BOOK III. FABLE VII.
* FABLE VII.
THE DRUNKARD AND HIS WIFE.
Each has his fault, to which he clings
In spite of shame or fear.
This apophthegm a story brings,
To make its truth more clear.
A sot had lost health, mind, and purse ;
. And, truly, for that matter,
Sots mostly lose the latter
Ere running half their course.
When wine, one day, of wit had filled the room,
His wife enclosed him in a spacious tomb.
There did the fumes evaporate
At leisure from his drowsy pate.
When he awoke, he found
His body wrapped around
With grave-clothes, chill and damp,
Beneath a dim, sepulchral lamp.
How's this ? My wife a widow sad ?
He cried, and I a ghost ? Dead ? dead ?
Thereat his spouse, with snaky hair,
And robes like those the Furies wear,
With voice to fit the realms below,
..._5rought boiling caudle to his bier —
For Lucifer the proper cheer;
By which her husband came to know —
BOOK III. FABLE VIII. 131
For he had heard of those three ladies —
Himself a citizen of Hades.
What may your office be ?
The phantom questioned he.
I'm server up of Pluto's meat,
And bring his guests the same to eat.
Well, says the sot, not taking time to think,
And don't you bring us any thing to drink ?
THE GOUT AND THE SPIDER.
.- When Nature angrily turned out
Those plagues, the spider and the gout, —
See you, said she, those huts so meanly built,
These palaces so grand and richly gilt ?
By mutual agreement fix
Your choice of dwellings ; or if not,
To end th' affair by lot,
Draw out these little sticks.
The huts are not for me, the spider cried ;
And not for me the palace, cried the gout ;
For there a sort of men she spied
Called doctors, going in and out,
From whom she could not hope for ease.
So hied her to the huts the fell disease,
BOOK III. FABLE VIII.
And, fastening- on a poor man's toe,
Hoped there to fatten on his woe,
And torture him, fit after fit,
Without a summons e'er to quit,
From old Hippocrates.^^^
The spider, on the lofty ceiling,
As if she had a life-lease feeling,
Wove wide her cunning toils,
Soon rich with insect spoils.
A maid destroyed them as she swept the room ;
Repaired, again they felt the fatal broom.
The wretched creature, every day,
From house and home must pack away.
At last, her courage giving out,
She went to seek her sister gout,
And in the field descried her,
Quite starved : more evils did betide her
Than e'er befell the poorest spider —
Her toiling host enslaved her so,
And made her chop, and dig, and hoe !
(Says one, Kept brisk and busy,
The gout is made half easy.)
O, when, exclaimed the sad disease,
Will this my misery stop ?
O, sister spider, if you please.
Our places let us swap.
The spider gladly heard,
And took her at her word, —
And flourished in the cabin-lodge,
Not forced the tidy broom to dodge.
BOOK III. FABLE IX. 133
The gout, selecting her abode
With an ecclesiastic judge,
Turned judge herself, and, by her code,
He from his couch no more could budge.
The salves and cataplasms who knows,
That mocked the misery of his toes ;
While aye, without a blush, the curse
Kept driving onward, worse and worse.
Needless to say, the sisterhood
Thought their exchange both wise and good
THE WOLF AND THE STORK.
The wolves are prone to play the glutton.
One, at a certain feast, 'tis said,
So stuffed himself with lamb and mutton,
He seemed but little short of dead.
Deep in his throat a bone stuck fast.
Well for this wolf, who could not speak,
That soon a stork quite near him passed.
By signs invited, with her beak
The bone she drew
With slight ado,
And for this skilful surgery
Demanded, modestly, her fee.
BOOK III. FABLE X.
Your fee ! replied the wolf, ?
In accents rather gruff;
And is it not enough
Your neck is safe from such a gulf?
Go, for a wretch ingrate,
Nor tempt again your fate !
THE LION BEATEN BY THE MAN.
/ A picture once was shown,
In which one man., alone,
BOOK III. FABLE XI.
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Upon the ground had thrown
A lion fully grown.
Much gloried at the sight the rabble.
A lion thus rebuked their babble : —
That you have got the victory there,
There is no contradiction.
But, gentles, possibly you are
The dupes of easy fiction.
Had we the art of making pictures,
Perhaps our champion had beat yours !
THE FOX AND THE GRAPES.
A rox, almost with hunger dying,
Some grapes upon a trellis spying,
To all appearance ripe, clad in
TJieir tempting russet skin,
Most gladly would have eat them;
But since he could not get them,
So far above his reach the vine, —
They're sour, he said ; such grapes as these,
The dogs may eat them if they please !
Did he not better than to whine ?
136 BOOK III. FABLE XII.
THE SWAN AND THE COOK.
The pleasures of a poultry yard
Were by a swan and gosling shared.
The swan was kept there for his looks,
The thrifty gosling for the cooks, —
The first the garden's pride, the latter
A greater favorite on the platter.
They swam the ditches, side by side,
And oft in sports aquatic vied,
Plunging, splashing far and wide,
With rivalry ne'er satisfied.
One day the cook, named Thirsty John,
Sent for the gosling, took the swan,
In haste his throat to cut,
And put him m the pot
The bird's complaint resounded
In glorious melody ;
Whereat the cook, astounded
His sad mistake to see,
Cried, What ! put such a singer in my soup !
As if a paltry gander from the coop !
No, no ; I'll never cut a throat
That sings so sweet a note.
'Tis thus, whatever peril may alarm us,
Sweet words will never harm us.
BOOK III. FABLE XIII. 137
THE WOLVES AND THE SHEEP.
y^ By-gone a thousand years of war,
The wearers of the fleece
And wolves at last made peace ;
Which both appeared the better for ;
For if the wolves had now and then
Eat up a straggling ewe or wether,
As often had the shepherd men
Turned wolf-skins into leather.
Fear always spoiled the verdant herbage,
And so it did the bloody carnage.
Hence peace was sweet; and, lest it should be riven,
On both sides hostages were given.
The sheep, as by the terms arranged,
For pups of wolves their dogs exchanged;
Which being done above suspicion,
Confirmed and sealed by high commission,
What time the pups were fully grown,
And felt an appetite for prey,
And saw the sheepfold left alone,
The shepherds all away,
They seized the fattest lambs they could,
And, choking, dragged them to the wood ;
Of which by secret means apprized,
Their sires, as is surmised,
138 BOOK III. FABLE XIV.
Fell on the hostage guardians of the sheep,
And slew them all asleep.
So quick the deed of perfidy was done,
There fled to tell the tale not one !
. From which we may conclude
That peace with villains will be rued.
Peace in itself, 'tis true,
May be a good for you ;
But 'tis an evil, nathless,
When enemies are faithless.
THE LION GROWN OLD.
A lion, mourning, in his age, the wane
Of might once dreaded through his wild domain,
Was mocked, at last, upon his throne,
By subjects of his own,
Strong through his weakness grown.
The horse his head saluted with a kick ;
The wolf snapped at his royal hide ;
The ox, too, gored him in the side ;
The unhappy lion, sad and sick,
Could hardly growl, he was so weak.
In uncomplaining, stoic pride,
BOOK III. FABLE XV. 139
He waited for the hour of fate,
Until the ass approached his gate ;
Whereat, This is too much, he saith ;
I willingly would yield my breath ;
But, ah! thy kick is double death!
PHILOMEL AND PROGNE.
From home and city spires, one day v
The swallow Progne flew away,
And sought the bosky dell
Where sang poor Philomel.
My sister, Progne said, how do you do ?
'Tis now a thousand years since you
Have been concealed from human view.
I'm sure I have not seen your face
Once since the times of Thrace.
Pray, will you never quit this dull retreat ?
Where could I find, said Philomel, so sweet ?
What! sweet! cried Progne — sweet to waste
Such tones on beasts devoid of taste,
Or on some rustic, at the most !
Should you by deserts be engrossed ?
Come, be the city's pride and boast.
Besides, the woods remind of harms
That Tereus, in them, did your charms.
140 BOOK III. FABLE XVI.
Alas ! replied the bird of song,
The thought of that so cruel wrong
Makes me, from age to age,
Prefer this hermitage ;
For nothing like the sight of men
Can call up what I suffered then.
THE WOMAN DROWNED.
I hate that saying, old and savage,
"'Tis nothing but a woman drowning."
That's much, I say. What grief more keen should
Than loss of her, of all our joys the crowning ?
Thus much suggests the fable I am borrowing.
A woman perished in the water,
Where, anxiously and sorrowing,
Her husband sought her,
To ease the grief he could not cure,
By honored rites of sepulture.
It chanced that near the fatal spot,
Along the stream which had
Produced a death so sad,
There walked some men that knew it not.
The husband asked if they had seen
His wife, or aught that hers had been.
BOOK III. FABLE XVII. 141
One promptly answered, No ;
But search the stream below :
It must have borne her in its flow.
• No, said another ; search above.
In that direction
She would have floated, by the love
This joke was truly out of season; —
I don't propose to weigh its reason.
But whether such propensity
The sex's fault may be,
Or not, one thing is very sure,
Its own propensities endure,
,-^p to the end they'll have their will,
C- - And, if it could be, further still.
THE WEASEL IN THE GRANARY.
A weasel through a hole contrived to squeeze,
(She was recovering from disease,)
Which led her to a farmer's hoard.
There lodged, her wasted form she cherished ;
Large heaps of lard and victuals stored
Soon by her gnawing perished !
Of which the consequence
Was sudden corpulence.
142 BOOK III. FABLE XVIII.
A week or so was past,
When, having 1 fully broken fast,
A noise she heard, and hurried
To find the hole by which she came,
And seemed to find it not the same ;
So round she ran, most sadly flurried ;
And, coming back, thrust out her head,
Which sticking there, she said,
This is the hole ; there can't be blunder:
What makes it now so small, I wonder,
Where, but the other day, I passed with ease ?
A rat her trouble sees,
And cries, But with a sparer form, no doubt ;
You entered lean, and lean you must go out.
What I have said to you
Has eke been said to not a few,
Who, in a vast variety of cases,
Have ventured into such like places.
o FABLE XVIII.
THE CAT AND THE OLD RAT.
A STORY-WRITER of OUr SOlt
Historifies, in short,
Of one that may be reckoned
A Rodilard the Second, —
The Alexander of the cats,
The Attila, the scourge of rats,
BOOK III. FABLE XVIII.
Whose fierce and whiskered head
Among the % latter spread,
A league around, its dread ;
Who seemed, indeed, determined
The world should be unvermined.
The planks with props more false than slim,
The tempting heaps of poisoned meal,
The traps of wire and traps of steel,
Were only play compared with him.
At length, so sadly were they scared,
The rats and mice no longer dared
To show their thievish faces
Outside their hiding-places,
Thus shunning all pursuit; whereat
Our crafty General Cat
Contrived to hang himself, as dead,
Beside the wa]l, with downward head,
Resisting gravitation's laws
By clinging with his hinder claws
To some small bit of string.
The rats esteemed the thing
A judgment for some naughty deed,
Some thievish snatch,
Or ugly scratch ;
And thought their foe had got his meed
By being hung indeed.
With hope elated all
Of laughing at his funeral,
They thrust their noses out in air ;
And now to show their heads they dare,
144 BOOK III. FABLE XVIII.
Now dodging back, now venturing more ;
At last, upon the larder's store
They fall to filching, as of yore.
A scanty feast enjoyed these shallows ;
Down dropped the hung one from his gallows,
And of the hindmost caught.
Some other tricks to me are known,
Said he, while tearing bone from bone,
By long experience taught ;
The point is settled, free from doubt,
That from your holes you shall come out.
His threat as good as prophecy
Was proved by Mr. Mildandsly ;
For, putting on a mealy robe,
He set his ambush in a tub,
And held his purring and his breath; —
Out came the vermin to their death.
On this occasion one old stager,
A rat as gray as any badger,
Who had in battle lost his tail,
Abstained from smelling at the meal ;
And cried, far off, Ah ! General Cat,
I much suspect a heap like that ;
Your meal is not the thing, perhaps,
For one who knows somewhat of traps ;
Should you a sack of meal become,
I'd let you be, and stay at home.
Well said, I think, and prudently,
By one who knew distrust to be
The parent of security.
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THE LION IN LOVE.
MADEMOISELLE DE SEVIGNE.
Sevigne, type of every grace ■.
In female form and face,
In your regardlessness of men,
you show favor when
146 BOOK IV. FABLE I.
The sportive fable craves your ear,
And see, unmoved by fear,
A lion's haughty heart
Thrust through by Love's audacious dart ?
Strange conqueror, Love ! And happy he,
And strangely privileged and free,
Who only knows by story
Him and his feats of glory !
If on this subject you are wont
To think the simple truth too blunt,
The fabulous may less affront ;
Which now, inspired with gratitude,
Yea, kindled into zeal most fervent,
Doth venture to intrude
Within your maiden solitude,
And kneel, your humble servant —
In times when animals were speakers,
Among the quadrupedal seekers
Of our alliance
There came the lions.
And wherefore not ? for then (
They yielded not to men
In point of courage or of sense,
Nor were in looks without pretence.
A high-born lion, on his way
Across a meadow, met one day
A shepherdess, who charmed him so,
That, as such matters ought to go,
He sought the maiden for his bride.
Her sire, it cannot be denied,
BOOK IV. FABLE I. 147
Had much preferred a son-in-law
Of less terrific mouth and paw.
It was not easy to decide —
The lion might the gift abuse —
'Twas not quite prudent to refuse.
And if refusal there should be,
Perhaps a marriage one would see,
Some morning, made clandestinely.
For, over and above
The fact that she could bear
With none but males of martial air,
The lady was inlove
With him of shaggy hair.
Her sire, much wanting cover
To send away the lover,
Thus spoke : — My daughter, sir,
[s delicate. I fear to her
Your fond caressings
Will prove rough blessings,
To banish all alarm
About such sort of harm,
Permit us to remove the cause,
By filing off your teeth and claws.
In such a case, your royal kiss
Will be to her a safer bliss,
And to yourself a sweeter ;
Since she will more respond
To those endearments fond
With which you greet her
148 BOOK IV. FABLE II.
The lion gave consent at once,
By love so great a dunce !
Without a tooth or claw now view him —
. A fort with cannon spiked.
The dogs, let loose upon him, slew him,
All biting safely where they liked.
O, tyrant Love ! when held by you, )
We may to Prudence bid adieu /
THE SHEPHERD AND THE SEA.
A shepherd, neighbor to the sea,
Lived with his flock contentedly. '
His fortune, though but small,
Was safe within his call.
At last some stranded kegs of gold
Him tempted, and his flock he sold,
Turned merchant, and the ocean's waves
Bore all his treasure — to its caves.
Brought back to keeping sheep once more,
But not chief shepherd, as before,
When sheep were his that grazed the shore,
He who, as Cory don or Thyrsi s,
Might once have shone in pastoral verses,
Bedecked with rhyme and metre,
Was nothino" now but Peter.
BOOK IV. FABLE III.
But time and toil redeemed in full
Those harmless creatures rich in wool ;
And as the lulling winds, one day,
The vessels wafted with a gentle motion,
Want you, he cried, more money, Madam Ocean ?
Address yourself to some one else, I pray ;
You shall not get it out of me ;
I know too well your treachery.
This tale's no fiction, but a fact,
Which, by experience backed,
Proves that a single penny,
At present held, and certain,
Is worth five times as many
Of Hope's beyond the curtain ,
That one should be content with his condition,
And shut his ears to counsels of ambition,
More faithless than the wreck-strown sea, and whic
Doth thousands beggar where it makes one rich, —
Inspires the hope of wealth, in glorious forms,
And blasts the same with piracy and storms.
THE FLY AND THE ANT
A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discussed the question of their rank.
150 BOOK IV. FABLE III.
Jupiter ! the former said,
Can love of self so turn the head,
That one so mean and crawling 1 ,
And of so low a calling,
To boast equality shall dare
With me, the daughter of the air ?
In palaces I am a guest,
And even at thy glorious feast.
Whene'er the people that adore thee
May immolate for thee a bullock,
I'm sure to taste the meat before thee.
Meanwhile this starveling, in her hillock,
Is living on some bit of straw
Which she has labored home to draw.
But tell me now, my little thing,
Do you camp ever on a king,
An emperor, or lady ?
1 do, and have full many a play-day
On curls that court the balmy breeze,
And kiss fair faces when I please.
Come, now, my hearty, rack your brain
To make a case about your grain.
Well, have you done ? replied the ant.
You enter palaces, I grant,
And for it get right soundly cursed.
Of sacrifices, rich and fat,
Your taste, quite likely, is the first ;
Are they the better off for that ?
You enter with the holy train ;
So enters many a wretch profane.
BOOK IV. FABLE IV. 151
You perch on heads of kings and heads of asses ;
The boast with me unquestioned passes :
But well such impudence, I know,
Provokes a sometimes fatal blow.
The name in which your vanity delights
Is owned as well by parasites,
And spies that die by ropes — as you soon will
By famine or by ague chill,
When Phoebus goes to cheer
The other hemisphere, —
The very time to me most dear.
Not forced abroad to go
Through wind, and rain, and snow,
My summer's work 1 then enjoy,
And happily my mind employ,
From care by care exempted.
-- By which this truth I leave to you,
That by two sorts of glory we are tempted,
The false one and the true.
Work waits, time flies ; adieu : —
This gabble does not fill
My granary or till.
THE GARDENER AND HIS LORD.
A lover of gardens, half cit and half clown,
Possessed a nice garden beside a small town ;
152 BOOK IV. FABLE IV.
And with it a field by a live hedge enclosed,
Whore sorrel and lettuce, at random disposed,
A little of jasmine, and much of wild thyme,
Grew gayly, and all in their prime
To make up Miss Peggy's bouquet,
The grace of her bright wedding-day.
For poaching in such a nice field — 'twas a shame;
A foraging, cud-chewing hare was to blame.
Whereof the good owner bore down
This tale to the lord of the town.
Some mischievous animal, morning and night,
In spite of my caution, comes in for his bite.
He laughs at my cunning-set dead-falls and snares
For clubbing and stoning as little he cares.
I think him a wizard. A wizard! the coot!
I'd catch him if he were a devil to boot !
The lord said, in haste to have sport for his hounds,
I'll clear him, I warrant you, out of your grounds ;
To-morrow I'll do it without any fail.
The thing thus agreed on, all hearty and hale,
The lord and his party, at crack of the dawn,
With hounds at their heels cantered over the lawn.
Arrived, said the lord in his jovial mood,
We'll breakfast with you, if your chickens are good.
That lass, my good man, I suppose is your daughter:
No news of a son-in-law ? Any one sought her ?
No doubt, by the score. Keep an eye on the docket,
Eh ? Dost understand me ? I speak of the pocket.
So saying, the daughter he graciously greeted,
And close by his lordship he bade her be seated;
BOOK IV. FABLE IV. 153
Avowed himself pleased with so handsome a maid,
And then with her kerchief familiarly played, —
Impertinent freedoms the virtuous fair
Repelled with a modest and lady-like air, —
So much that her father a little suspected
The girl had already a lover elected.
Meanwhile in the kitchen what bustling and cooking !
For what are your hams ? They are very good looking.
They're kept for your lordship. I take them, said he :
Such elegant flitches are welcome to me.
He breakfasted finely ; — his troop, with delight, —
Dogs, horses, and grooms of the best appetite.
Thus he governed his host in the shape of a guest,
Unbottled his wine, and his daughter caressed.
To breakfast, the huddle of hunters succeeds,
The yelping of dogs and the neighing of steeds,
All cheering and fixing for wonderful deeds ;
The horns and the bugles make thundering din ;
Much wonders our gardener what it can mean.
The worst is, his garden most wofully fares ;
Adieu to its arbors, and borders, and squares ;
Adieu to its succory, onions, and leeks ;
Adieu to whatever good cookery seeks.
Beneath a great cabbage the hare was in bed,
Was started, and shot at, and hastily fled.
Off went the wild chase, with a terrible screech,
And not through a hole, but a horrible breach,
Which some one had made, at the beck of the lord,
Wide through the poor hedge ! 'Twould have been
154 BOOK IV. FABLE V.
Should lordship not freely from garden go out,
On horseback, attended by rabble and rout
Scarce suffered the gard'ner his patience to wince
Consoling himself — 'Twas the sport of a prince ;
While bipeds and quadrupeds served to devour,
And trample, and waste, in the space of an hour,
Far more than a nation of foraging hares
Could possibly do in a hundred of years.
Small princes, this story is true,
When told in relation to you.
In settling your quarrels with kings for your tools,
You prove yourselves losers and eminent fools.
THE ASS AND THE LITTLE DOG.
One's native talent from its course
Cannot be turned aside by force ;
But poorly apes the country clown
The polished manners of the town.
Their Maker chooses but a few
With power of pleasing to imbue ;
Where wisely leave it we, the mass,
Unlike a certain fabled ass,
That thought to gain his master's blessing
By jumping on him and caressing.
BOOK IV. FABLE V. 155
What ! said the donkey in his heart ;
Ought it to be that puppy's part
To lead his useless life
In full companionship
With master and his wife,
While I must bear the whip ?
What doth the cur a kiss to draw ?
Forsooth, he only gives his paw !
If that is all there needs to please,
I'll do the thing myself, with ease.
Possessed with this bright notion, —
His master sitting on his chair,
At leisure in the open air, —
He ambled up, with awkward motion,
And put his talents to the proof;
Upraised his bruised and battered hoof,
And, with an amiable mien,
His master patted on the chin,
The action gracing with a word —
The fondest bray that e'er was heard I
O, such caressing was there ever?
Or melody with such a quaver ?
Ho ! Martin ! here ! a club, a club bring !
Out cried the master, sore offended.
So Martin gave the ass a drubbing, —
And so the comedy was ended.
156 BOOK IV. FABLE VI.
THE BATTLE OF THE RATS AND THE
The weasels live, no more than cats,
On terms of friendship with the rats ;
And, were it not that these
Through doors contrive to squeeze
Too narrow for their foes,
The animals long-snouted
Would long ago have routed,
And from the planet scouted,
Their race, as I suppose.
One year it did betide,
When they were multiplied,
An army took the field
Of rats, with spear and shield,
Whose crowded ranks led on
A king named Ratapon.
The weasels, too, their banner
Unfurled in warlike manner.
As Fame her trumpet sounds,
The victory balanced well ;
Enriched were fallow grounds
Where slaughtered legions fell ;
But by said trollop's tattle,
The loss of life in battle
BOOK IV. FABLE VI. 157
Thinned most the rattish race
In almost every place ;
And finally their rout
Was total, spite of stout
Artarpax and Psicarpax,
And valiant Meridarpax,*
Who, covered o'er with dust,
Long time sustained their host
Down sinking on the plain.
Their efforts were in vain ;
Fate ruled that final hour,
(Inexorable power !)
And so the captains fled
As well as those they led ;
The princes perished all.
The undistinguished small
In certain holes found shelter,
In-crowding, helter skelter ;
But the nobility
Could not go in so free,
Who proudly had assumed
Each one a helmet plumed ; —
We know not, truly, whether
For honor's sake the feather,
Or foes to strike with terror ;
But, truly, 'twas their error.
Nor hole, nor crack, nor crevice
Will let their head-gear in ;
* Names of rats, invented by Homer.
158 BOOK IV. FABLE VII.
While meaner rats in bevies
An easy passage win ; —
So that the shafts of fate ^ ,
Do chiefly hit the great.
„A feather in the cap
Is oft a great mishap.
An equipage too grand
Comes often to a stand
Within a narrow place.
The small, whate'er the case,
With ease slip through a strait,
Where larger folks must wait
THE MONKEY AND THE DOLPHIN.
It was a custom of the Greeks
For passengers o'er sea to carry
Both monkeys full of tricks
And funny dogs to make them merry.
A ship, that had such tilings on deck,
Not far from Athens, went to wreck.
But for the dolphins, all had drowned.
They are a philanthropic fish,
Which fact in Pliny may he found; —
A better voucher who could wish ?
BOOK IV. FABLE VII.
They did their best on this occasion,
A monkey even, on their plan,
Well nigh attained his preservation ;
A dolphin took him for a man,
And on his dorsal gave him place.
So grave the silly creature's face
That one might well have set him down
That old musician of renown.*
The fish had almost reached the land,
When, as it happened, — what a pity!'
He asked, Are you from Athens grand ?
Yes ; well they know me in that city.
If ever you have business there,
I'll help you do it, for my kin
The highest offices are in.
My cousin, sir, is now lord mayor.
160 BOOK IV. FABLE VIII.
The dolphin thanked him, with good grace,
Both for himself and all his ra$e,
And asked, You doubtless know Piraeus,
Where, should we come to town, you'll see us ?
Piraeus ? yes, indeed I know ;
He was my crony long ago.
The dunce knew not the harbor's name,
And for a man's mistook the same.
The psople are by no means few,
Who never went ten miles from home, 0\/
Nor know their market-town from Rome,
Yet cackle just as if they knew.
The dolphin laughed, and then began
His rider's form and face to scan,
And found himself about to save
From fishy feasts, beneath the wave,
A mere resemblance of a man.
So, plunging down, he turned to find
Some drowning wight of human kind.
THE MAIN AJND THE WOODEN GOD.
A pagan kept a god of wood, —
A sort that never hears,
Though furnished well with ears, -
From which he hoped for wondrous good.
BOOK IV. FABLE VIII. 161
The idol cost the board of three ;
So much enriched was he
With vows and offerings vain,
With bullocks garlanded and slain •
No idol ever had, as that,
A kitchen quite so full and fat
But all this worship at his shrine
Brought not from this same block divine
Inheritance, or hidden mine,
Or luck at play, or any favor.
Nay, more, if any storm whatever
Brewed trouble here or there,
The man was sure to have his share,
And suffer in his purse,
Although the god fared none the worse.
At last, by sheer impatience bold,
The man a crowbar seizes,
His idol breaks in pieces,
And finds it richly stuffed with gold.
How's this ? Have I devoutly treated,
Says he, your godship, to be cheated ?
Now leave my house, and go your way,
And search for altars where you may.
You're like those natures, dull and gross,
From which comes nothing but by blows.
The more I gave, the less I got:
I'll now be rich, and you may rot
162 BOOK IV. FABLE X.
THE JAY IN THE FEATHERS OF THE PEACOCK
A peacock moulted: soon a jay was seen
Bedecked with Argus tail of gold and green,
High strutting, with elated crest,
As much a peacock as the rest.
His trick was recognized and bruited,
His person jeered at, hissed, and hooted.
The peacock gentry flocked together,
And plucked the fool of every feather.
Nay more, when back he sneaked to join his race,
They shut their portals in his face.
There is another sort of jay,
The number of its legs the same,. / ~^'
Which makes of borrowed plumes display,
And plagiary is its name.
But hush ! the tribe I'll not offend ;
'Tis not my work their Avays to mend.
THE CAMEL AND THE FLOATING STICKS.
The first who saw the humpbacked camel
Fled oft for life ; the next approached with care •
BOOK IV. FABLE XI. 163
The third with tyrant rope did boldly dare
The desert wanderer to trammel.
Such is the power of use to change
The face of objects new and strange ;
Which grow, by looking at, so tame,
They do not even seem the same.
And since this theme is up for our attention,
A certain watchman I will mention,
Who, seeing something far
Away upon the ocean,
Could not but speak his notion
That 'twas a ship of war.
Some minutes more had past, —
A bomb -ketch 'twas without a sail,
And then a boat, and then a bale,
And floating sticks of wood at last !
Full many things on earth, I wot,
Will claim this tale, — and well they may ;
They're something dreadful far away,
... But near at hand — they're not
FABLE XI. •
THE FROG AM) THE RAT.
They to bamboozle are inclined,
Saith Merlin, who bamboozled are.
The word, though rather unrefined,
Has yet an energy we ill can spare ;
164 BOOK IV. FABLE XI.
So by its aid 1 introduce my tale.
A well-fed rat, rotund and hale,
Not knowing either Fast or Lent,
Disporting round a frog-pond went
A frog approached, and, Avith a friendly greeting,
Invited him to see her at her home,
And pledged a dinner worth his eating —
To which the rat was nothing loath to come.
Of words persuasive there was little need:
She spoke, however, of a grateful bath ;
Of sports and curious wonders on their path ;
Of rarities of flower, and rush, and reed :
One day he would recount with glee
To his assembled progeny
The various beauties of these places,
The customs of the various races,
And laws that sway the realms aquatic,
(She did not mean the hydrostatic !)
One thing alone the rat perplexed, —
He was but moderate as a swimmer.
The frog this matter nicely fixed
By kindly lending him her
Long paw, which with a rush she tied
To his ; and off they started, side by side.
Arrived upon the lakelet's brink,
There was but little time to think.
The frog leaped in, and almost brought her
Bound guest to land beneath the water.
Perfidious breach of law and right !
She meant to have a supper warm
Out of his sleek and dainty form.
BOOK IV. FABLE XII. 165
Already did her appetite
Dwell on the morsel with delight.
The gods, in anguish, he invokes ;
His faithless hostess rudely mocks ;
He struggles up, she struggles down.
A kite, that hovers in the air,
Inspecting every thing with care,
Now spies the rat belike to drown,
And, with a rapid wing,
Upbears the wretched thing,
The frog, too, dangling by the string!
The joy of such a double haul
Was to the hungry kite not small.
It gave him all that he could wish —
A double meal of flesh and fish.
The best contrived deceit
Can hurt its own contriver,
And perfidy doth often cheat
Its author's purse of every stiver
THE ANIMALS SENDING TRIBUTE TO
A fable flourished with antiquity
Whose meaning I could never clearly see.
166 BOOK IV. FABLE XII.
Kind reader, draw the moral if you're able ;
I give you here the naked fable.
Fame having bruited that a great commander,
A son of Jove, a certain Alexander,
Resolved to leave nought free on this our ball,
Had to his footstool gravely summoned all
Men, quadrupeds, and nullipeds, together
With all the bird-republics, every feather, —
The goddess of the hundred mouths, I say,
Thus having spread dismay,
By widely publishing abroad
This mandate of the demigod,
The animals, and all that do obey
Their appetite alone, mistrusted now
That to another sceptre they must bow.
Far in the desert met their various races,
All gathering from their hiding-places.
Discussed was many a notion.
At last, it was resolved, on motion,
To pacify the conquering banner,
By sending homage in, and tribute.
With both the homage and its manner
They charged the monkey, as a glib brute ;
And, lest the chap should too much chatter,
In black on white they wrote the matter.
Nought but the tribute served to fash,
As that must needs be paid in cash.
A prince, who chanced a mine to own,
At last, obliged them with a loan.
BOOK IV. FABLE XII. 167
The mule and ass, to bear the treasure,
Their service tendered, full of pleasure ;
And then the caravan was none the worse,
Assisted by the camel and the horse.
Forthwith proceeded all the four
Behind the new ambassador,
And saw, erelong, within a narrow place,
Monseigneur Lion's quite unwelcome face.
Well met, and all in time, said he ;
Myself your fellow-traveller will be.
I went my tribute by itself to bear;
And though 'tis light, I well might spare
The unaccustomed load.
Take each a quarter, if you please,
And I will guard you on the road,
More free and at my ease —
In better plight, you understand,
To fight with any robber band.
A lion to refuse, the fact is,
Is not a very usual practice :
So in he comes, for better and for worse ;
Whatever he demands is done,
And, spite of Jove's heroic son,
He fattens freely from the public purse.
While wending on their way,
They found a spot, one day,
With waters hemmed, of crystal sheen ;
Its carpet, flower-besprinkled green ;
Where pastured at their ease
Both flocks of sheep and dainty heifers,
BOOK IV. FABLE XII.
And played the cooling breeze —
The native land of all the zephyrs.
No sooner is the lion there
Than of some sickness he complains.
Says he, You on your mission fare.
A fever, with its thirst and pains,
Dries up my blood, and bakes my brains ;
And I must search some herb,
Its fatal power to curb.
For you, there is no time to waste ;
Pay me my money, and make haste.
The treasures were unbound,
And placed upon the ground.
Then, with a look which testified
His royal joy, the lion cried,
My coins, good heavens, have multiplied !
And see the young ones of the gold
As big already as the old !
The increase belongs to me, no doubt ;
And eagerly he took it out !
'Twas little staid beneath the lid ;
The wonder was that any did.
Confounded were the monkey and his suite,
And, dumb with fear, betook them to their way,
And bore complaint to Jove's great son, they say-
Complaint without a reason meet;
For what could he ? Though a celestial scion,
He could but fight, as lion versus lion.
When corsairs battle, Turk with Turk,
They're not about their proper work.
BOOK IV. FABLE XIII. 169
THE HORSE WISHING iG BE REVEi\GEL> UPOIS
The horses have not always been
The humble slaves of men.
When, in the far-off past,
The fare of gentlemen was mast,
And even hats were never felt,
Horse, ass, and mule in forests dwelt
Nor saw one then, as in these ages,
So many saddles, housings, pillions ;
Such splendid equipages,
With golden-lace postilions ;
Such harnesses for cattle,
To be consumed in battle ;
As one saw not so many feasts,
And people married by the priests.
The horse fell out, within that space,
With the antlered stag, so fleetly made
He could not catch him in a race,
And so he came to man for aid.
Man first his suppliant bitted ;
Then, on his back well seated,
Gave chase with spear, and rested not
Till to the ground the foe he brought
This done, the honest horse, quite blindly,
Thus thanked his benefactor kindly : —
BOOK IV. FABLE XIV.
Dear sir, I'm much obliged to you ;
I'll back to savage life. Adieu !
O, no, the man replied ;
You'd better here abide ;
I know too well your use.
Here, free from all abuse,
Remain a liege to me,
And large your provender shall be.
Alas ! good housing or good cheer,
That costs one's liberty, is dear.
The horse his folly now perceived,
But quite too late he grieved.
No grief his fate could alter;
His stall was built, and there he lived,
And died there in his halter.
Ah! wise, had he one small offence forgot!
Revenge, however sweet, is dearly bought
By that one good, which gone, ail else is nought
THE FOX AND THE BUST.
The great are like the maskers of the stage;
Their show deceives the simple of the age.
For all that they appear to be they pass,
With only those whose type 's the ass.
The fox, more wary, looks beneath the skin,
And looks on every side, and, when he sees
BOOK IV. FABLE XV. 171
That all their glory is a semblance thin,
He turns, and saves the hinges of his knees,
With such a speech as once, 'tis said,
He uttered to a hero's head.
A bust, somewhat colossal in its size,
Attracted crowds of wondering eyes.
The fox admired the sculptor's pains ;
Fine head, said he, but void of brains !
The same remark to many a lord applies
THE WOLF, THE GOAT ; AND THE KID
As went the goat her pendent dugs to fill,
And browse the herbage of a distant hill,
She latched her door, and bid,
With matron care, her kid ; —
My daughter, as you live,
This portal don't undo
To any creature who
This watchword does not give :
" Deuce take the wolf and all his race ! "
The wolf was passing near the place
By chance, and heard the words with pleasure,
And laid them up as useful treasure ;
And, hardly need we mention,
Escaped the goat's attention.
172 BOOK IV. FABLE XVI.
No sooner did he see
The matron oft', than he,
With hypocritic tone and face,
Cried out before the place,
" Deuce take the wolf and all his race ! "
Not doubting thus to gain admission.
The kid, not void of all suspicion,
Peered through a crack, and cried,
Show me white paw before
You ask me to undo the door.
The wolf could not, if he had died,
For wolves have no connection
With paws of that complexion.
So, much surprised, our gormandizer
Retired to fast till he was wiser.
How would the kid have been undone
Had she but trusted to the word
The wolf by chance had overheard !
Two sureties better are than one ; ^^
And caution's worth its cost,
Though sometimes seeming lost
THE WOLF, THE MOTHER, AND HER CHILD.
This wolf another brings to mind,
Who found dame Fortune more unkind,
BOOK IV. FABLE XVI. 173
In that the greedy, pirate sinner,
Was balked of life as well as dinner.
As saith our tale, a villager
Dwelt in a by, unguarded place ;
There, hungry, watched our pillager
For luck and chance to mend his case.
For there his thievish eyes had seen
All sorts of game go out and in —
Nice sucking calves, and lambs, and sheep ;
And turkeys by the regiment,
With steps so proud, and necks so bent,
They'd make a daintier glutton weep.
The thief at length began to tire
Of being gnawed by vain desire.
Just then a child set up a cry :
- Be still, the mother said, or I
Will throw you to the wolf, you brat !
Ha, ha! thought he, what talk is that?
The gods be thanked for luck so good !
And ready at the door he stood,
When soothingly the mother said,
Now cry no more, my little dear;
That naughty wolf, if he comes here,
Your dear papa shall kill him dead.
Humph ! cried the veteran mutton-eater.
Now this, now that? Now hot, now cool ?
Is this the way they change their metre ?
And do they take me for a fool ?
Some day, a nutting in the wood,
That young one yet shall be my food.
174 HOOK IV. FABLE XVII.
But little time has he to dote
On such a feast ; the dogs rush out
And seize the caitiff by the throat ;
And country ditchers, thick and stout,
With rustic spears and forks of iron,
The hapless animal environ.
What brought you here, old head ? cried one
He told it all, as I have done.
Why, bless my soul ! the frantic mother said, —
You, villain, eat my little son !
And did I nurse the darling boy,
Your fiendish appetite to cloy ?
With that they knocked him on the head.
His feet and scalp they bore to town,
To grace the seigneur's hall,
Where, pinned against the wall,
This verse completed his renown : —
"Ye honest wolves, believe not all
That mothers say, when children squall ! "
o FABLE XVII.
THE WORDS OF SOCRATES.
A house was built by Socrates
That failed the public taste to please.
Some blamed the inside ; some, the out ; and all
Agreed that the apartments Avere too small.
Such rooms for him, the greatest sage of Greece '
BOOK IV. FABLE XVHI.
I ask, said he, no greater bliss
Than real friends to fill e'en this.
And reason had good Socrates
To think his house too large for these.
A crowd to be your friends will claim,
Till some unhandsome test you bring.
There's nothing plentier than the name ;
.^There's nothing rarer than the thing.
THE OLD MAIN AND HIS SONS.
All power is feeble with dissension :
For this I quote the Phrygian slave.
If aught I add to his invention,
It is our manners to engrave,
And not from any envious wishes ;
I'm not so foolishly ambitious.
Phjedrus enriches oft his story,
In quest — I doubt it not — of glory ;
Such thoughts were idle in my breast
An aged man, near going to his rest,
His gathered sons thus solemnly addressed : —
To break this bunch of arrows you may try;
And, first, the string that binds them I untie.
The eldest, having tried with might and main,
Exclaimed, This bundle I resign
To muscles sturdier than mine.
176 BOOK IV. FABLE XVIII.
The second tried, and bowed himself in vain.
The youngest took them with the like success.
All were obliged their weakness to confess.
Unharmed the arrows passed from son to son ;
Of all they did not break a single one.
Weak fellows ! said their sire, I now must show
What in the case my feeble strength can do.
They laughed, and thought their father but in joke,
Till, one by one, they saw the arrows broke.
See concord's power, replied the sire ; as long
As you in love agree, you will be strong.
I go, my sons, to join our fathers good ;
Now promise me to live as brothers should,
And soothe by this your dying father's fears.
Each strictly promised with a flood of tears.
Their father took them by the hand, and died ;
And soon the virtue of their vows was tried.
Their sire had left a large estate
Involved in lawsuits intricate.
Here seized a creditor, and there
A neighbor levied for a share.
At first the trio nobly bore
The brunt of all this legal war.
^r***"- But short their friendship as 'twas rare.
Whom blood had joined — and small the wonder! —
The force of interest drove asunder;
And, as is wont in such affairs,
Ambition, envy, were coheirs.
In parceling their sire's estate,
They quarrel, quibble, litigate,
BOOK IV. FABLE XIX.
Each aiming to supplant the other.
The judge, by turns, condemns each brother.
Their creditors make new assault,
Some pleading error, some default
The sundered brothers disagree,
For counsel one, have counsels three.
All lose their wealth ; and now their sorrows
Bring fresh to mind those broken arrows
THE ORACLE AND THE ATHEIST.
/That man his Maker can deceive,
Is monstrous folly to believe.
The labyrinthine mazes of the heart
Are open to his eyes in every part.
Whatever one may do, or think, or feel,
From Him no darkness can the thing conceal.
A pagan once, of graceless heart and hollow,
Whose faith in gods, I'm apprehensive,
Was quite as real as expensive,
Consulted, at his shrine, the god Apollo.
Is what I hold alive, or not ?
Said he, — a sparrow having brought,
Prepared to wring its neck, or let it fly,
As need might be, to give the god the lie.
Apollo saw the trick,
And answered quick*
BOOK IV. FABLE XX.
Dead or alive, show me your sparrow,
And cease to set for me a trap
Which can but cause yourself mishap.
I see afar, and far I shoot my arrow.
THE MISER WHO HAD LOST HIS TREASURE
'Tis use that constitutes possession.
I ask that sort of men, whose passion
It is to get and never spend,
Of all their toil what is the end ;
BOOK IV. FABLE XX. 179
What they enjoy of all their labors
Which do not equally their neighbors ?
Throughout this upper mortal strife,
The miser leads a beggar's life.
Old iEsop's man of hidden treasure
May serve the case to demonstrate.
He had a great estate,
But chose a second life to wait
Ere he began to taste its pleasure.
This man, whom gold so little blessed,
Was not possessor, but possessed. .
His cash he buried under ground,
Where only might his heart be found ;
It being, then, his sole delight
To ponder of it day and night,
And consecrate his rusty pelf,
A sacred offering, to himself.
In all his eating, thinking, travel,.
Most wondrous short of funds he seemed ;
One would have thought he little dreamed
Where lay such sums beneath the grave.
A ditcher marked his coming to the spot,
So frequent was it, _
And thus at last some little inkling got
Of the deposit.
He took it all, and babbled not
One morning, ere the dawn,
Forth had our miser gone
To worship what he loved the best,
When, lo ! he found an empty nest !
180 BOOK IV. FABLE XXI.
Alas! what groaning, wailing, crying!
What deep and bitter sighing !
His torment makes him tear
Out by the roots his hair.
A passenger demandeth why
Such marvellous outcry.
They've got my gold ! it's gone — it's gone !
Your gold ! pray where ? — Beneath this stone.
Why, man, is this a time of war,
That you should bring your gold so far ?
You'd better kept it in your drawer;
And I'll be bound, if once but in it,
You could have got it any minute.
At any minute ! Ah, Heaven knows
That cash comes harder than it goes !
I touched it not. — Then have the grace
To explain to me that rueful face,
Replied the man ; for, if 'tis true
You touched it not, how plain the case,
That, put the stone back in its place,
And all will be as well for you.
9 FABLE XXI.
THE EYE OF THE MASTER.
A stag took refuge from the chase
Among the oxen of a stable,
Who counseled him, as saith the fable,
To seek at once some safer place.
BOOK IV. FABLE XXI.
My brothers, said the fugitive,
Betray me not, and, as I live,
The richest pasture I will show,
That e'er was grazed on, high or low ;
Your kindness you will not regret,
For well some day I'll pay the debt.
The oxen promised secrecy.
Down crouched the stag, and breathed more free,
At eventide they brought fresh hay,
As was their custom day by day ;
And often came the servants near,
As did indeed the overseer,
But with so little thought or care,
That neither horns, nor hide, nor hair
Revealed to them the stag was there.
Already thanked the wild- wood stranger
The oxen for their treatment kind,
And there to wait made up his mind,
Till he might issue free from danger.
Replied an ox, that chewed the cud,
Your case looks fairly in the bud;
But then I fear the reason why
Is, that the man of sharpest eye
Hath not yet come his look to take.
I dread his coming, for your sake ;
Your boasting may be premature :
Till then, poor stag, you're not secure.
'Twas but a little while before
The careful master oped the door.
How's this, my boys ? said he ;
182 BOOK IV. FABLE XXII.
These empty racks will never do.
Go, change this dirty litter too.
More care than this I want to see
Of oxen that belong to me.
Well, Jim, my boy, you're young and stout ;
What would it cost to clear these cobwebs out,
And put these yokes, and hames, and traces,
All as they should be, in their places ?
Thus looking round, he came to see
One head he did not usually.
The stag is found ; his foes
Deal heavily their blows.
Down sinks he in the strife ;
No tears can save his life.
They slay, and dress, and salt the beast,
And cook his flesh in many a feast,
And many a neighbor gets a taste.
As Phsedrus says it, pithily,
The master's is the eye to see : —
I add the lover's, as for me.
• FABLE XXII.
THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES, WITH
THE OWNER OF A FIELD.
"Depend upon yourself alone,"
Has to a common proverb grown.
BOOK IV. FABLE XXII. 183
'Tis thus confirmed in ^Esop's way : —
The larks to build their nests are seen
Among the wheat crops young- and green ;
That is to say,
What time all tilings, dame Nature heeding,
Betake themselves to love and breeding —
The monstrous whales and sharks
Beneath the briny flood,
The tigers in the wood,
And in the fields, the larks.
One she, however, of these last,
Found more than half the spring-time past
Without the taste of spring-time pleasures ;
When firmly she set up her will
That she would be a mother still,
And resolutely took her measures ; —
First, got herself by Hymen matched ;
Then built her nest, laid, sat, and hatched.
All went as well as such things could.
The wheat crop ripening ere the brood
Were strong enough to take their flight,
Aware how perilous their plight,
The lark went out to search for food,
And told her young to listen well,
And keep a constant sentinel.
The owner of this field, said she,
Will come, I know, his grain to see.
Hear all he says ; we little birds
_Must shape our conduct by his words.
184 BOOK IV. FABLE XXII.
No sooner was the lark away,
Than came the owner with his son.
This Avheat is ripe, said he : now run
And give our friends a call
To bring their sickles all,
And help us, great and small,
To-morrow, at the break of day.
The lark, returning, found no harm,
Except her nest in wild alarm.
Says one, We heard the owner say,
Go, give our friends a call
To help, to-morrow, break of day.
Replied the lark, If that is all,
We need not be in any fear,
But only keep an open ear.
As gay as larks, now eat your victuals.
They aie and slept — the great and littles.
The daAvn arrives, but not the friends ;
The lark soars up, the owner wends
His usual round to view his land.
This grain, says he, ought not to stand.
Our friends do wrong; and so does he
Who trusts that friends will friendly be.
My son, go call our kith and kin
To help us get our harvest m.
This second order made
The little larks still more afraid.
He sent for kindred, mother, by his son ,
The work will now, indeed, be done.
BOOK IV. FABLE XXII. 185
No, darlings ; go to sleep ;
Our lowly nest we'll keep.
With reason said, for kindred there came none.
Thus, tired of expectation vain,
Once more the owner viewed his grain.
My son, said lie, we're surely fools
To wait for other people's tools ;
As if one might, for love or pelf,
Have friends more faithful than himself!
Engrave this lesson deep, my son.
And know you now what" must be done?
We must ourselves our sickles bring,
And, while the larks their matins sing,
Begin the w r ork ; and, on this plan,
Get in our harvest as we can.
This plan the lark no sooner knew,
Than, Now's the time, she said, my chicks ,
And, taking little time to fix,
Away they flew ;
All, fluttering, soaring, often grounding,
Decamped without a trumpet sounding.
THE WOODMAN AND MERCURY.
TO M. THE CHEVALIER DE BOUILLON.
Your taste has served my work to guide ;
To gain its suffrage I have tried.
BOOK V. FABLE I. 187
You'd have me shun a care too nice,
Or beauty at too dear a price,
Or too much effort, as a vice.
My taste with yours agrees :
Such effort cannot please ;
And too much pains about the polish
Is apt the substance to abolish ;
Not that it would be right or wise
The graces all to ostracize.
You love them much when delicate ;
Nor is it left for me to hate.
As to the scope of iEsop's plan,
I fail as little as I can.
If this my rhymed and measured speech
Availeth not to please or teach,
I own it not a fault of mine ;
Some unknown reason 1 assign.
With little strength endued
For battles rough and rude,
Or with Herculean arm to smite,
I show to vice its foolish plight.
In this my talent wholly lies ;
Not that it does at all suffice.
My fable sometimes brings to view
The face of vanity purblind
With that of restless envy joined;
And life now turns upon these pivots two.
Such is the silly little frog
That aped the ox uoon her bog.
188 BOOK V. FABLE I.
A double image sometimes shows
How vice and folly do oppose
The ways of virtue and good sense ;
As lambs with wolves so grim and gaunt,
The silly fly and frugal ant.
Thus swells my work — a comedy immense -
Its acts unnumbered and diverse,
Its scene the boundless universe.
Gods, men, and brutes, all play their part
In fields of nature or of art,
And Jupiter among the rest.
Here comes the god who's wont to bear
Jove's frequent errands to the fair,
With winged heels and haste ;
But other work 's in hand to-day.
A man that labored in the wood
Had lost his honest livelihood ;
That is to say,
His axe was gone astray.
He had no tools to spare ;
This wholly earned his fare.
Without a hope beside,
He sat him down and cried,
Alas, my axe ! where can it be ?
O Jove ! but send it back to me,
. And it shall strike good blows for thee
His prayer in high Olympus heard,
Swift Mercury started at the word.
BOOK V. FABLE I. 189
Your axe must not be lost, said he :
Now will you know it when you see ?
An axe I found upon the road.
With that an axe of gold he showed.
Is't this ? The. woodman answered, Nay.
An axe of silver, bright and gay,
Refused the honest woodman too.
At last the finder brought to view
An axe of iron, steel, and wood.
That's mine, he said, in joyful mood ;
With that I'll quite contented be.
The god replied, I give the three,
As due reward of honesty.
This luck when neighboring choppers knew,
They lost their axes, not a few,
And sent their prayers to Jupiter
So fast, he knew not which to hear.
His winged son, however, sent
With gold and silver axes, went.
Each would have thought himself a fool
Not to have owned the richest tool.
But Mercury promptly gave, instead
Of it, a blow upon the head.
With simple truth to be contented,
Is surest not to be repented ;
But still there are who would
With evil trap the good, —
Whose cunning is but stupid,
For Jove is never duped.
BOOK V. FABLE II.
THE EARTHEN POT AND THE IRON POT.
/ 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.
He thought the kitchen hearth
The safest place on earth
For one so very brittle.
For thee, who art a kettle,
And hast a tougher skin,
There's nought to keep thee in.
BOOK V. FABLE III.
I'll be thy body-guard,
Replied the iron pot ;
If any thing that's hard
Should threaten thee a jot,
Between you 'I will go,
And save thee from the blow.
This offer him persuaded.
The iron pot paraded
Himself as guard and guide
Close at his cousin's side.
Now, in their tripod way,
They hobble as they may ;
And eke together bolt
At every little jolt, —
Which gives the crockery pain ;
But presently his comrade hits
So hard, he dashes him to bits,
Before he can complain.
Take care that you associate
With equals only, lest your fate
Between these pots should find its mate.
THE LITTLE FISH AND THE FISHER.
A little fish will grow,
If life be spared, a great ;
BOOK V. FABLE III.
But yet to let him go,
And for his growing wait,
May not be very wise,
As 'tis not sure your bait
Will catch him when of size.
Upon a river bank, a fisher took
A tiny troutling from his hook.
Said he, 'Twill serve to count, at least,
As the beginning of my feast;
And so I'll put it with the rest.
This little fish, thus caught,
His clemency besought :
What will your honor do with me ?
I'm not a mouthful, as you see.
Pr.ay let me grow to be a trout,
And then come here and fish me out
BOOK V. FABLE IV. 193
Some alderman, who likes things nice,
Will buy me then at any price.
But now, a hundred such you'll have to fish,
To make a single good-for-nothing dish.
Well, well, be it so, replied the fLher :
My little fish, who play the preacher,
The frying-pan must be your lot,
Although, no doubt, you like it not:
1 fry the fry that can be got
In some things, men of sense
Prefer the present to the future tense.
THE EARS OF THE HARE.
Some beast with horns did gore
The lion ; and that sovereign dread,
Resolved to suffer so no more,
Straight banished from his realm, 'tis said,
All sorts of beasts with horns —
Rams, bulls, goats, stags, and unicorns.
Such brutes all promptly fled.
A hare, the shadow of his ears perceiving,
Could hardly help believing
That some vile spy for horns would take them,
And food for accusation make tbem.
194 BOOK V. FABLE V.
Adieu, said he, my neighbor cricket ;
1 take my foreign ticket
My ears, should I stay here,
Will turn to horns, I fear ;
And were they shorter than a bird's,
I fear the effect of words.
These horns ! the cricket answered ; why,
God made them ears ; who can deny ?
Yes, said the coward, still they'll make them herns,
And horns, perhaps, of unicorns !
In vain shall I protest, '
With all the learning of the schools*
My reasons they will send to rest
Wn th' Hospital of Fools.
THE FOX WITH HIS TAIL CUT OFF.
A cvumsfQ old fox, of plundering- habits,
Great crauncher of fowls, great catcher of rabbits,
Whom none of his sort had caught in a nap,
Was finally caught in somebody's trap.
By luck lie escaped, not wholly and hale,
For the price of his luck was the loss of his tail.
Escaped in this way, to save his disgrace,
He thought to get others in similar case.
One day that the foxes in council were met,
Why wear we, snid he, this cumbering weight,
book v. <£Abi.f: vi.
Which sweeps in the dirt wherever it goes ?
Pray tell me its use, if any one knows.
If the council will take my advice,
We shall dock off our tails in a trice.
Your advice may be good, said one on the ground ;
-But, ere I reply, pray turn yourself round ;
Whereat such a shout from the council was heard,
Poor Bob-tail, confounded, could say not a word.
To urge the reform would have wasted his breath:
Long tails were the mode till the day of his death.
THE OLD WOMAN AND HER TWO SERVANTS.
A beldam kept two spinning maids,
Who plied so handily their trades.
196 BOOK V. FABLE VI.
Those spinning sisters down below
Were bunglers when compared with these.
No care did this old woman know,
But giving tasks as she might please.
No sooner did the god of day
His glorious locks enkindle,
Than both the wheels began to play,
And from each whirling spindle
Forth danced the thread right merrily,
And back was coiled unceasingly.
Soon as the dawn, I say, its tresses showed,
A graceless cock, most punctual, croAved.
The beldam roused, more graceless yet,
In greasy petticoat bedight,
Struck up her farthing light,
And then forthwith the bed beset,
Where deeply, blessedly did snore
Those two maid-servants, tired and poor.
One oped an eye, an arm one stretched,
And both their breath most sadly fetched,
This threat concealing in the sigh — '
Old chanticleer shall surely die.
And so he did; — they cut his throat,
And put to sleep his rousing note.
And yet this murder mended not
The cruel hardship of their lot ;
For now the twain were scarce in bed
Before they heard the summons dread.
The beldam, full of apprehension
Lest oversleep should caus.e detention,
Ran like a goblin through her mansion.
BOOK V. FABLE VII. • 197
Thus often, when one thinks
To clear himself from ill,
His effort only sinks
Him in the deeper still.
The beldam, acting for the cock,
Was Scylla for Charybdis' rock.
THE SATYR AND THE TRAVELLER.
Within a savage forest grot
A satyr and his chips
Were taking down their porridge hot ;
Their cups were at their lips.
You might have seen, in mossy den,
Himself, his wife, and brood.
They had not tailor-clothes, like men,
But appetites as good.
In came a traveller, benighted,
All hungry, cold, and wet ;
Who heard himself to eat invited
With nothing like regret
He did not give his host the pam
His asking to repeat ;
But first he blew with might and main
To give his fingers heat
198 BOOK V. FABLE VIII.
Then in his steaming porridge dish
He delicately blew.
The wondering satyr said, I wish
The use of both I knew.
Why, first, my blowing warms my hand,
And then it cools my porridge.
Ah ! said his host, then understand
I cannot give you storage.
To sleep beneath one roof with you,
I may not be so bold.
Far be from me that mouth untrue
Which blows both hot and cold.
THE HORSE AND THE WOL* .
A wolf, what time the thawing breeze
Renews the life of plants and trees.
And beasts go forth from winter lair
To seek abroad their various fare, —
A wolf, I say, about those days,
In sharp lookout for means and ways,
Espied a horse turned out to graze.
His joy the reader may opine.
Once got, said he, this game were fine ;
But if a sheep, 'twere sooner mine.
BOOK V. FABLE VIII.
i can't proceed my usual way ;
Some trick must now be put in play.
He came with measured tread,
As if a healer of disease, —
Some pupil of Hippocrates, —
And told the horse, with learned verbs,
He knew the power of roots and herbs, —
Whatever grew about those borders, —
And, not at all to flatter
Himself in such a matter,
Could cure of all disorders.
If he, Sir Horse, would not conceal
The symptoms of his case,
He, Doctor Wolf, would gratis heal ;
For that to feed in such a place,
And run about untied,
Was proof, itself, of some disease,
As all the books decide.
I have, good doctor, if you please,
Replied the horse, as I presume,
Beneath my foot an aposthume.
My son, replied the learned leech,
That part, as all our authors teach,
Is strikingly susceptible
Of ills which make acceptable
What you may also have from me
The aid of skilful surgery ;
Which noble art, the fact is,
For horses of the blood I practise.
200 BOOK V. FABLE IX.
The fellow, with this talk sublime,
Watched for a snap the fitting time.
Meanwhile, suspicious of some trick,
The wary patient nearer draws,
And gives his doctor such a kick,
As makes a chowder of his jaws.
Exclaimed the wolf, in sorry plight,
I own those heels have served me right.
I erred to quit my trade,
As 1 will not in future.
Me nature surely made
For nothing but a butcher. .
THE PLOUGHMAN AND HIS SONS.
The farmer's patient care and toil
Are oftener wanting than the soil.
A wealthy ploughman, drawing near his end,
Called in his sons, apart from every friend,
And said, When of your sire bereft,
The heritage our fathers left
Guard well, nor sell a single field.
A treasure in it is concealed:
The place, precisely, I don't know,
But industry will serve to show.
BOOK V. FABLE X. 201
The harvest past, Time's forelock take,
And search with plough, and spade, and rake ;
Turn over every inch of sod,
Nor leave unsearched a single clod.
The father died. The sons — and not in vain —
Turned o'er the soil, and o'er again ;
That year their acres bore
More grain than e'er before.
Though hidden money found they none,
Yet had their father wisely done,
To show by such a measure,
/"That toil itself is treasure.
THE DOG AND CAT.
A dog and cat, messmates for life,
Were often falling into strife,
Which came to scratching, growls, and snaps,
And spitting in the face, perhaps.
A neighbor dog once chanced to call
Just at the outset of their brawl,
And, thinking Tray was cross and cruel
To snarl so sharp at Mrs. Mew-well,
Growled rather roughly in his ear.
And who are you to interfere ?
BOOK V. FABLE XI.
Exclaimed the cat, while in his face she flew ;
And, as was wise, he suddenly withdrew.
It seems, in spite of all his snarling
And hers, that Tray was still her darling.
FORTUNE AND THE BOY.
Beside a well, uncurbed and deep,
A schoolboy laid him down to sleep :
(Such rogues can do so any where.)
If some kind man had seen him there,
He would have leaped as if distracted ;
But Fortune much more wisely acted ;
For, passing by, she softly waked the child,
Thus whispering in accents mild : —
I save your life, my little dear,
And beg you not to venture here
Again, for, had you fallen in,
I should have had to bear the sin ;
But I demand, in reason's name,
If for your rashness I'm to blame.
With this the goddess went her way.
I like her logic, I must say.
There takes place nothing on this planet,
But Fortune ends, whoe'er began it
BOOK V. FABLE XII. 203
In all adventures, good or ill,
We look to her to foot the bill
Has one a stupid, empty pate,
That serves him never till too late ?
He clears himself by blaming Fate.
The selfsame patient put to test
Two doctors, Fear-the-worst and Hope-the-best
The latter hoped ; the former did maintain
The man would take all medicine in vain.
By different cures the patient was beset,
But erelong canceled nature's debt,
As was prescribed by Fear-the-worst
But over the disease both triumphed still.
Said one, I well foresaw his death.
Yes, said the other, but my pill
Would certainly have saved his breath.
BOOK V. FABLE XIII.
THE HEN WITH TH% GOLDEN EGGS.
How avarice loseth all,
By striving all to gain,
I need no witness call
But him whose thrifty hen,
As by the fable we are told,
Laid every day an egg of gold.
She hath a treasure in her body,
Bethinks the avaricious noddy.
He kills and opens — vexed to find
All things like hens of common kind.
BOOK V. FABLE XIV. 205
Thus spoiled the source of all his riches,
To misers he a lesson teaches.
In these last changes of the moon,
How often doth one see
-•Men made as poor as he
By force of getting rich too soon !
THE ASS CARRYING RELICS.
An ass, with relics for his load,
Supposed the worship on the road
Meant for himself alone,
And took on lofty airs,
Receiving as his own
The incense and the prayers.
Some one, who saw his great mistake,
Cried, Master Donkey, do not make
Yourself so big a fool.
Not you they worship, but your pack j
They praise the idols on your back,
And count yourself -a paltry tool.
'Tis thus a brainless magistrate
[s honored for his robe of state.
206 BOOK V. FABLE XV.
THE STAG AND THE VINE.
A stag, by favor of a vine,
Which grew where suns most genial shine,
And formed a thick and matted bower
Which might have turned a summer shower,
Was saved from ruinous assault.
The hunters thought their dogs at fault,
And called them off. In danger now no more,
The stag, a thankless wretch and vile,
Began to browse his benefactress o'er.
The hunters, listening the while,
The rustling heard, came back
With all their yelping pack,
And seized him in that very place.
This is, said he, but justice, in my case.
Let every black ingrate
Henceforward profit by my fate.
The dogs fell to — 'twere wasting breath
To pray those hunters at the death.
They left, and we will not revile 'em,
A warning for profaners of asylum.
BOOK V. FABLE XVI. 207
THE SERPENT AND THE FILE.
A serpent, neighbor to a smith,
(A neighbor bad to meddle with,)
Went through his shop, in search of food,
But nothing found, 'tis understood,
To eat, except a file of steel,
Of which he tried to make a meal.
The file, without a spark of passion,
Addressed him in the following fashion : -
Poor simpleton ! you surely bite
With less of sense than appetite ;
For ere from me you gain
One quarter of a grain,
You'll break your teeth from ear to ear.
Time's are the only teeth I fear.
Who, good for nothing, bite their betters.
Their biting so is quite unwise.
Think you, ye literary sharks,
Your teeth will leave their marks
Upon the deathless works you criticise ?
Fie! fie! fie, men!
To you they're brass — they're steel — they're
208 BOOK V. FABLE XVII.
THE HARE AND THE PARTRIDGE.
Beware how you deride
The exiles from life's sunny side :
To you is little known
How soon their case may be your own.
On this, sage ^Esop gives a tale or two,
As in my verses I propose to do.
A field in common share
A partridge and a hare,
And live in peaceful state,
Till, woful to relate,
The hunters' mingled cry
Compels the hare to fly.
He hurries to his fort,
And spoils almost the sport
By faulting every hound
That yelps upon the ground.
At last his reeking heat
Betrays his snug retreat
Old Tray, with philosophic nose,
Snuffs carefully, and grows
So certain, that he cries,
The hare is here ; bow, wow !
And veteran Ranger now, —
The dog that never lies, —
The hare is gone, replies.
BOOK V. FABLE XVIII.
Alas! poor, wretched hare,
Back comes he to his lair,
To meet destruction there !
The partridge, void of fear,
Begins her friend to jeer : —
You bragged of being fleet ;
How serve you, now, your feet ?
Scarce has she ceased to speak.
The laugh yet in her beak, —
When comes her turn to die,
From which she could not fly.
She thought her wings, indeed,
Enough for every need ;
But, in her laugh and talk,
Forgot the cruel hawk !
THE EAGLE AND THE OWL.
The eagle and the owl, resolved to cease
Their war, embraced in pledge of peace.
On faith of king, on faith of owl, they swore
That they would eat each other's chicks no more.
But know you mine ? said Wisdom's bird.
Not I, indeed, the eagle cried.
The worse for that, the owl replied :
I fear your oath 's a useless word ;
I fear that you, as king, will not
Consider duly who or what:
210 BOOK V. FABLE XVJH.
You kings and gods, of what 's before ye,
Are apt to make one category.
Adieu, my young, if you should meet them !
Describe them, then, or let me greet them,
And, on my life, I will not eat them,
The eagle said. The owl replied,
My little ones, I say with pride,
For grace of form cannot be matched, —
^^JThe prettiest birds that e'er were hatched ;
By this you cannot fail to know them ;
'Tis needless, therefore, that I show them.
Pray don't forget, but keep this mark in view,
Lest fate should curse my happy nest by you.
At length God gives the owl a set of heirs,
And while at early eve abroad he fares,
In quest of birds and mice for food,
Our eagle haply spies the brood,
As on some craggy rock they sprawl,
Or nestle in some ruined wall,
(But which it matters not at all,)
And thinks them ugly little frights,
Grim, sad, with voice like shrieking sprites.
These chicks, says he, with looks almost infernal,
Can't be the darlings of our friend nocturnal.
I'll sup of them. And so he did, not slightly: —
He never sups, if he can help it, lightly.
The owl returned ; and, sad, he found
Nought left but claws upon the ground.
He prayed the gods above and gods below
To smite the brigand who had caused his woe.
BOOK V. FABLE XIX. 211
Quoth one, On you alone the blame must fall ;
Or rather on the law of nature,
Which wills that every earthly creature
„.-£>hall think its like the loveliest of all.
You told the eagle of your young ones' graces ;
You gave the picture of their faces • -
Had it of likeness any traces ?
_. THE LION GOING TO WAR.
The lion had an enterprise in hand ;
Held a war-council, sent his provost-marshal,
And gave the animals a call impartial —
Each, in his way, to serve his high command.
The elephant should carry on his back
The tools of war, the mighty public pack,
And fight in elephantine way and form;
The bear should hold himself prepared to storm ;
The fox all secret stratagems should fix ;
The monkey should amuse the foe by tricks.
Dismiss, said one, the blockhead asses,
And hares, too cowardly and fleet.
No, said the king ; 1 use all classes ;
Without their aid my force were incomplete.
The ass shall be our trumpeter, to scare
Our enemy. And then the nimble hare
Our royal bulletins shall homeward bear
BOOK V. FABLE XX.
A monarch provident and wise
Will hold his subjects all of consequence,
And know in each what talent lies. ,
There's nothing useless to a man of sense, t*
THE BEAR AND THE TWO COMPANIONS.
Two fellows, needing funds, and bold,
A bearskin to a furrier sold,
Of which the bear was living still,
But which they presently would kill —
BOOK V. FABLE XX. 2J.3
At least, they said they would.
And, if their word was good,
It was a king of bears — an Ursa Major —
The biggest hear beneath the. sun.
Its skin, the chaps would wagep,
Was cheap at double cost ;
'T would make one laugh at frost —
And make two robes as well as one.
Old Dindenaut,* in sheep who dealt,
Less prized his sheep, than they their pelt —
(In their account 'twas theirs,
But in his own, the bear's.)
By bargain struck upon the skin,
Two days at most must bring it in.
Forth went the two. More easy found than got,
The bear came growling at them on the trot.
Behold our dealers both confounded,
As if by thunderbolt astounded!
Their bargain vanished suddenly in air;
For who could plead his interest with a bear ?
One of the friends sprung up a tree ;
The other, cold as ice could be,
Fell on his face, feigned death,
And closely held his breath, —
He having somewhere heard it said
The bear ne'er preys upon the dead.
Sir Bear, sad blockhead, was deceived —
The prostrate man a corpse believed ;
* Vide Rabelais, Panta^mel, Book iv. Chap. viii.
BOOK V. FABLE XXI.
But, half suspecting some deceit,
He feels and snuffs from head to feet,
And in the nostrils blows.
The body 's surely dead, he thinks. Well, well,
I'll go, says he ; I do not like the smell ;
And off into the woods he goes.
The other dealer, from his tree
Descending cautiously, to see
His comrade lying in the dirt,
Consoling, says, It is a wonder
That, by the monster forced asunder,
We 're, after all, more scared than hurt.
But, addeth he, what of the creature's skin ?
He held his muzzle very near ;
What did he whisper in your ear ?
He gave this caution, — "Never dare
Again to sell the skin of bear
Its owner has not ceased to wear."
THE ASS DRESSED IN THE LION'S SKIN.
Clad in a lion's shaggy hide,
An ass spread terror far and wide,
And, though himself a coward brute,
Put all the world to scampering rout •
BOOK V. FABLE XXI. 215
But, by a piece of evil luck,
A portion of an ear outstuck,
Which soon revealed the error
Of all the panic-terror.
Old Martin did his office quick.
Surprised were all who did not know the trick,
To see that Martin, at his will,
Was driving lions to the mill !
In France, the men are not a few
Of whom this fable proves too true ;
Whose valor chiefly doth reside
In coat thev wear and horse t.hev ride.
THE SHEPHERD AND THE LION.
Or fables judge not by their face ;
They give the simplest brute a teacher's place.
Bare precepts were inert and tedious things j
The story gives them life and wings.
But story for the story's sake
Were sorry business for the wise ;
As if, for pill that one should take*
You gave the sugary disguise.
For reasons such as these,
Full many writers, great and good,
Have written in this frolic mood,
And made their wisdom please.
But tinseled style they all have shunned with care ,
With them one never sees a word to spare.
Of Phaedrus some have blamed the brevity,
While iEsop uses feAver words than he.
A certain Greeks howler, beats
Them both in his laconic feats.
Each tale he locks in verses four;
The well or ill I leave to critic lore.
HOOK V. FABLE I. 217
At iEsop's side to see him let iu aim,
Upon a theme substantiiHy the same.
The one selects a lover of the chase ;
A shepherd comes, the other's tale to grace.
Their tracks I keep, though either tale may grow
A little in vs features as I go.
The one which iEsop tells is nearly this : —
A shepherd from his flock began to miss,
And longed to catch the stealer of his sheep.
Before a cavern, dark and deep,
Where wolves retired by day to sleep,
Which he suspected as the thieves,
Tie set his trap among the leaves ;
And, ere he left the place,
He thus invoked celestial grace : —
O king of all the powers divine,
Against the rogue but grant me this delight,
That this my trap may catch him in my sight,
And I, from twenty calves of mine,
Will make the fattest thine.
But while the words were on his tongue,
Forth came a lion great and strong.
Down crouched the man of sheep, and said,
With shivering fright half dead,
Alas ! that man should never be aware
Of what may be the meaning of his prayer!
To catch the robber of my flocks,
O king of gods, I pledged a calf to thee :
218 BOOK VI. FABLE II.
If from hi3 clutches thou wilt rescue me,
I'll raise my offering to an ox
'Tis thus the master-author tells the story.
Now hear the rival of his glory
THE LION AND THE HUNTEB
A braggart, lover of the chase,
Had lost a dog of valued race,
And thought him in a lion's maw.
He asked a shepherd whom he saw,
Pray show me, man, the robber's place.
And I'll have justice in the case.
'Tis on this mountain side,
The shepherd man replied.
The tribute of a sheep I pay,
Each month, and where I please I stray.
Out leaped the lion, as he spake,
And came that way, with agile feet.
The braggart, prompt his flight to take,
Cried, Jove, O grant a safe retreat!
A danger close at hand
Of courage is the test.
It shows us who will' stand —
Whose legs will run their best
BOOK VI. FABLE III.
PHCEBUS AND BOREAS.
Uld Boreas and the sun, one day,
Espied a traveller on his way,
Whose dress did happily provide
Against whatever might betide.
The time was autumn, when, indeed,
All prudent travellers take heed.
The rains that then the sunshine dash,
And Iris with her splendid sash,
Warn one who does not like to soak
To wear abroad a good thick cloak
220 BOOK Vf. FABLE III.
Our m:in was therefore well bedight
With double mantle, strong and tight.
This fellow, said the wind, has meant
To guard from every ill event;
But little does he wot that I
Can blow him such a blast
That, not a button fast,
His cloak shall cleave the sky.
Come, here's a pleasant game, Sir Sun
Wilt play ? Said Phoebus, Done !
We'll bet between us here
Which first will take the gear
From off this cavalier.
Begin, and shut away
The brightness of my ray.
Enough. Our blower, on the bet,
Swelled out his pursy form
With all the stuff for storm —
The thunder, hail, and drenching wet,
And all the fury he could muster.
Then, with a very demon's bluster,
He whistled, whirled, and splashed,
And down the torrents dashed,
Full many a roof uptearing
He never did before,
Full many a vessel bearing
To wreck upon the shore : —
And all to doff a single cloak.
But vain the furious stroke ;
BOOK VI. FABLE IV. 221
The traveller was stout,
And kept the tempest out,
Defied the hurricane,
Defied the pelting rain ;
And, as the fiercer roared the blast,
His cloak the tighter held he fast.
The sun broke out, to win the bet;
He caused the clouds to disappear,
Refreshed and warmed the cavalier,
And through his mantle made him sweat,
Till off it came, of course,
In less than half an hour ;
And yet the sun saved half his power. —
So much doth mildness more than force.
JUPITER AJ\D THE FARMER.
Of yore, a farm had Jupiter to rent ;
To advertise it, Mercury was sent
The farmers, far and near,
Flocked round, the terms to hear ;
And, calling to their aid
^.-The various tricks of trade,
One said, 'twas rash a farm to hire
Which would so much expense require ;
222 BOOK VI. FABLE IV.
Another, that, do what you would,
The farm would still be far from good.
While thus, in market style, its faults were told,
One of the crowd, less wise than bold,
Would give so much, on this condition,
That Jove would yield him altogether
The choice and making of his weather, —
That, instantly on his decision,
His various crops should feel the power
Of heat or cold, of sun or shower.
Jove yields. The bargain closed, our man
Rains, blows, and takes the care
Of all the changes of the air,
On his peculiar, private plan.
His nearest neighbors felt it not,
And all the better was their lot.
Their year was good, by grace divine ;
The grain was rich, and full the vine.
The renter, failing altogether,
The next year made quite different weather ;
And yet the fruit of all his labors
Was far inferior to his neighbors'.
What better could he do ? To Heaven
He owns at last his want of sense,
And so is graciously forgiven.
Hence Ave conclude that Providence
Knows better what we need
Than we ourselves, indeed.
BOOK VI. FABLE V. 223
THE COCKEREL, THE CAT, AJND THE YOUNG
A youthful mouse, not up to trap,
Had almost met a sad mishap.
The story hear him thus relate,
With great importance, to his mother : —
I passed the mountain bounds of this estate,
And off was trotting on another,
Like some young rat with nought to do
But see things wonderful and new,
When two strange creatures came in view.
The one was mild, benign, and gracious ;
The other, turbulent, rapacious,
With voice terrific, shrill, and rough,
And on his head a bit of stuff
That looked like raw and bloody meat,
Raised up a sort of arms, and beat
The air, as if he meant to fly,
And bore his plumy tail on high.
A cock, that just began to crow,
As if some nondescript,
From far New Holland shipped,
Was what our mousling pictured so.
224 BOOK VI. FABLE V.
He beat his arms, said he, and raised his voice,
And made so terrible a noise,
That I, who, thanks to Heaven, may justly boast
Myself as bold as any mouse,
Scud off, (his voice would even scare a ghost ! )
And cursed himself and all his house ;
For, but for him, I should have staid,
And doubtless an acquaintance made
With her who seemed so mild and good.
Like us, in velvet cloak and hood,
She wears a tail that's full of grace,
A very sweet and humble face, —
No mouse more kindness could desire, —
And yet her eye is full of fire.
I do believe the lovely creature
A friend of rats and mice by nature.
Her ears, though, like herself, they're bigger,
Are just like ours in form and figure.
To her I was approaching, when,
Aloft on what appeared his den,
The other screamed, — and off I fled.
My son, his cautious mother said,
That sweet one was the cat,
The mortal foe of mouse and rat,
Who seeks by smooth deceit,
Her appetite to treat.
So far the other is from that,
We yet may eat
His dainty meat ;
Whereas the cruel cat,
BOOK VI. FABLE VI. 225
Whene'er she can, devours
No other meat than ours.
/•■""" Remember while you live
It is by looks that men deceive.
THE FOX, THE MONKEY.. AND THE ANIMALS
Left kingless by the lion's death,
The beasts once met, our story saith,
Some fit successor to install.
Forth from a dragon-guarded, moated place,
The crown was brought, and, taken from its case,
And being tried by turns on all,
The heads of most were found too small ;
Some horned were, and some too big ;
Not one would fit the regal gear.
Forever ripe for such a rig,
The monkey, looking very queer,
Approached with antics and grimaces,
And, after scores of monkey faces,
With what would seem a gracious stoop,
Passed through the crown as through a hoop.
The beasts, diverted with the thing,
Did homage to him as their king.
The fox alone the vote regretted,
But yet in public never fretted.
226 BOOK VI FAULE VII.
When he his compliments had paid
To royalty, thus newly made,
Great sire, I know a place, said he,
Where lies concealed a treasure,
Which, by the right of royalty,
Should bide your royal pleasure.
The king lacked not an appetite
For such financial pelf,
And, not to lose his royal right,
Ran straight to see it for himself.
It was a trap, and he was caught.
Said Renard, Would you have it thought.
You ape, that you can fill a throne,
And guard the rights of all, alone,
y Not knowing how to guard your own?
The beasts all gathered from the farce,
That stuff for kings is very scarce.
THE MULE BOASTING OF HIS GENEALOGY
A prelate's mule of noble birth was proud,
And talked, incessantly and loud,
Of nothing but his dam, the mare,
Whose mighty deeds by him recounted were, —
This had she done, and had been present there, —
BOOK VI. FABLE VIII. 227
By which her son made out his claim
To notice on the scroll of Fame.
Too proud, when young, to bear a doctor's pill ;
When old, he had to turn a mill.
As there they used his limbs to bind,
.^ His sire, the ass, was brought to mind.
Misfortune, were its only use
The claims of folly to reduce,
And bring men down to sober reason,
Would be a blessing in its season.
THE OLD MAN AND THE ASS.
An old man, riding on his ass,
Had f )und a spot of thrifty grass,
And there turned loose his weary beast.
Old Grizzle, pleased with such a feast,
Flung up his heels, and capered round,
Then rolled and rubbed upon the ground,
\nd frisked, and browsed, and brayed,
And many a clean spot made.
Armed men came on them as he fed:
Let 's fly, in haste the old man said.
And wherefore so r\ the ass replied.
With heavier burdens will they ride ?
228 BOOK VI. FABLE IX.
No, said the man, already started.
Then, cried the ass, as he departed,
I'll stay, and be — no matter whose ;
Save you yourself, and leave me loose.
But let me tell you, ere you go,
(I speak plain French, you know,)
My master is my only foe.
THE STAG SEELNG HIMSELF IN THE WATER.
Beside a placid, crystal flood,
A stag admired the branching wood
That high upon his forehead stood,
But gave his Maker little thanks
For what he called his spindle shanks.
What limbs are these for such a head ! —
So mean and slim ! with grief he said.
My glorious head o'ertops
The branches of the copse ;
My legs are my disgrace.
As thus he talked, a bloodhound gave him chase.
To save his life, he flew
Where forests thickest grew.
His horns, — pernicious ornament! —
Arresting him where'er he went,
Did unavailing render
What else, in such a strife,
FABLE X. 229
Had saved his precious life, —
His legs, as fleet as slender.
Obliged to yield, he cursed the gear
Which nature gave him every year.
Too much the beautiful we prize ;
The useful, often, we despise :
Yet oft, as happened to the stag,
The former doth to ruin drag.
THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE.
To win a race, the swiftness of a dart
Availeth not without a timely start.
The hare and tortoise are my witnesses.
Said tortoise to the swiftest thing that is,
I'll bet that you'll not reach so soon as I
The tree on yonder hill we spy.
So soon ! Why, madam, are you frantic ?
Replied the creature, with an antic ;
Pray take, your senses to restore,
A grain or two of hellebore.
Say, said the tortoise, what you will ;
I dare you to the wager still.
'Twas done ; the stakes were paid,
And near the goal-tree laid —
230 BOOK VI. FABLE X.
Of what, ia not a question for this place,
Nor who it was that judged the race.
Our hare had scarce five jumps to make,
Of such as he is wont to take,
When, starting just before their beaks,
He leaves the hounds at leisure,
Thence till the kalends of the Greeks,
The sterile heath to measure.
Thus having time to browse, and doze,
And list which way the zephyr blows,
He makes himself content to wait,
And let the tortoise go her gait
In solemn, senatorial state.
She starts ; she moils on r modestly and lowly,
And with a prudent wisdom hastens slowly ;
But he, meanwhile, the victory despises,
Thinks lightly of such prizes,
Believes it for his honor
To take late start and gain upon her.
So, feeding, sitting at his ease,
He meditates of what you please,
Till his antagonist he sees
Approach the goal ; then starts,
Away like lightning darts :
But vainly does he run ;
The race is by the tortoise won.
Cries she, My senses do I lack ?
What boots your boasted swiftness now .-'
You're beat ! and yet, you must allow,
T bore my house upon my back.
BOOK VI. FABLE XI. 231
THE ASS AND HIS MASTERS.
A gardener's ass complained 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,
Whose hides so heavy and ill-scented were,
They almost choked the foolish beast
I wish me with my former lord, he said ;
For then, whene'er he turned his head,
If on the watch, I caught
A cabbage-leaf, which cost me nought
But, in this horrid place, I find
No chance or windfall of the kind ; —
Or if, indeed, I do,
The cruel blows I rue.
Anon it came to pass
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 ?
232 BOOK VI. FABLE XII.
Has none but he aught here to tease him ?
Have I no business bat to please him?
And Fate had cause ; — for all are so
Unsatisfied while here below,
Our present lot is aye the worst.
Our foolish prayers the skies infest.
Were Jove to grant all we request,
The din renewed, his head would burst
THE SUN AND THE FROGS.
Rejoicing on their tyrant's wedding-day,
The people drowned their care in drink ;
While from the general joy did Msop shrink,
And showed its folly in this way.
The sun, said he, once took it in his head
To have a partner for his bed.
From swamps, and ponds, and marshy bogs,
Up rose the wailings of the frogs.
What shall we do, should he have progeny ?
Said they to Destiny ;
One sun we scarcely can endure,
And half a dozen, we are sure,
Will dry the very sea.
Adieu to marsh and fen !
Our race will perish then,
BOOK VI. FABLE XIII.
Or be obliged to fix
Their dwelling in the Styx!
For such a humble animal,
-The frog, I take it, reasoned well.
THE COUNTRYMAN AND THE SERPENT.
A countryman, as iEsop certifies,
A charitable man, but not so wise,
One day in winter found,
Stretched on the snowy ground,
A chilled or frozen snake,
As torpid as a stake,
And, if alive, devoid of sense.
BOOK VI. FABLE XIV.
Be took him up, and bore him home,
And, thinking not what recompense
For such a charity would come,
Before the fire he stretched him,
And back to being- fetched him.
The snake scarce felt the genial heat
Before his heart with native malice beat.
He raised his head, thrust out his forked tongue,
Coiled up, and at his benefactor sprung.
Ungrateful wretch ! said he, is this the way
My care and kindness you repay ?
Now you shall die. With that his axe he takes,
And with two blows three serpents makes.
Trunk, head, and tail were separate snakes;
And, leaping up with all their might,
They vainly sought to reunite.
'Tis good and lovely to be kind ; -
But, charity should not be blind ;
For as to wretchedness ingrate,
You cannot raise it from its wretched state.
THE SICK LION AND THE FOX.
Sick in his den, wa understand,
The king of beasts sent out command
BOOK VI. FABLE XV. 235
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 scratched, much less be bitten.
The royal will was executed,
And some from every tribe deputed ;
The foxes, only, would not come.
One thus explained their choice of home:--
Of those who seek the court, we learn,
The tracks upon the sand
Ha#e one direction, and
Not one betokens a return.
This fact begetting some distrust,
His majesty at present must
Excuse us in his clemency.
His plighted word is good, no doubt;
But while how beasts get in we see,
We do not see how they get out.
THE FOWLER, THE HAWK, AND THE LARK.
From wrongs of wicked men we draw
Excuses for our own : —
236 BOOK VI. FABLE XVI,
Such is the universal law.
Would you have mercy shown,
Let yours be clearly known.
A fowler's mirror served to snare
The little tenants of the air.
A lark there saw her pretty face,
And was approaching to the place.
A hawk, that sailed on high
Like vapor in the sky,
Came down, as still as infant's breath,
On her who sang so near her death.
She thus escaped the fowler's steel,
The hawk's malignant claws to feel.
While, in his cruel way,
The pirate plucked his prey,
Upon himself the net was sprung.
O fowler, prayed he in the hawkish tongue,
Release me in thy clemency !
I never did a wrong to thee.
The man replied, 'Tis true ;
And did the lark to you ?
THE HORSE AND THE ASS.
In such a world, all men, of every grade,
Should each the other kindly aid ;
BOOK VI. FABLE XVI.
For, if beneath misfortune's goad
A neighbor falls, on you will fall his load.
There jogged in company an ass and horse ;
Nought but his harness did the last endorse ;
The other bore a load that crushed him down,
And begged the horse a little help to give,
Or otherwise he could not reach the town.
This prayer, said he, is civil, I believe ;
One half this burden you would scarcely feel.
The horse refused, flung up a scornful heel,
And saw his comrade die beneath the weight ; —
And saw his wrong too late ;
For on his own proud back
They put the ass's pack,
And over that, beside,
They put the ass's hide.
238 BOOK VI. FABLE XVIII.
THE DOG THAT DROPPED THE SUBSTANCE
FOR THE SHADOW.
This world is full of shadow-chasers,
Most easily deceived.
Should I enumerate these racers,
I should not be believed.
I send them all to iEsop's dog,
Which, crossing water on a log-,
Espied the meat he bore, below ;
To seize its image, let it go ;
Plunged in ; to reach the shore was glad,
With neither what he hoped, nor what he'd had.
THE CARTER IN THE MIRE
The Phaeton who drove a load of hay
Once found H his cart bemired.
Poor man ! the spot was far away
From human help — retired,
In some rude country place,
In Brittany, as near as I can trace,
Near Q,uimper Corentin, —
A town that poet never sang, —
BOOK VI. FABLE XVIII. 239
Which Fate, they say, puts in the traveller's path,
When she would rouse the man to special wrath.
May Heaven preserve us from that route !
But to our carter, hale and stout : —
Fast stuck his cart ; he swore his worst,
And, filled with rage extreme,
The mud-holes now he cursed,
And now he cursed his team,
And now his cart and load, —
Anon, the like upon himself bestowed.
Upon the god he called, at length,
Most famous through the world for strength.
O, help me, Hercules ! cried he ;
For if thy back of yore
This burly planet bore,
Thy arm can set me free.
This prayer gone up, from out a cloud there broke
A voice which thus in godlike accents spoke : —
The suppliant must himself bestir,
Ere Hercules will aid confer.
Look wisely in the proper quarter,
To see what hindrance can be found ;
Remove the execrable mud and mortar,
Which, axle-deep, beset thy wheels around.
Thy sledge and crowbar take,
And pry me up that stone, or break ;
Now fill that rut upon the other side.
Hast done it ? Yes, the man replied.
Wei], said the voice, I'll aid thee now ;
Take up thy whip. I have but, how ?
BOOK VI. FABLE XIX.
My cart glides on with ease !
I thank thee, Hercules.
Thy team, rejoined the voice, has light ado ,
So help thyself, and Heaven will help thee too.
The world has never lacked its charlatans,
More than themselves have lacked their plans.
One sees them on the stage at tricks
Which mock the claims of sullen Styx.
What talents in the streets they post !
One of them used to boast
Such mastership of eloquence
That he could make the greatest dunce
Another Tully Cicero
In all the arts that lawyers 'know.
Ay, sirs, a dunce, a country clown,
The greatest blockhead of your town, —
Nay more, an animal, an ass, —
The stupidest that nibbles grass, —
Needs only through my course to pass,
And he shall wear the gown
With credit, honor, and renown.
The prince heard of it, called the man, thus spake :
My stable holds a steed
Of the Arcadian breed,
BOOK V!. FABLE XIX.
Of which an orator I wish to make.
Well, sire, }>ou can,
Replied our man.
At once his majesty
Paid the tuition fee.
Ten years must roll, and then the learned ass,
Should his examination pass,
According to the rules
Adopted in the schools ;
If not, his teacher w r as to tread the air,
With haltered neck, above the public square, -
His rhetoric bound on his back,
And on his head the ears of jack.
A courtier told the rhetorician,
With bows and terms polite,
He would not miss the sight
Of that last pendent exhibition ;
For that his grace and dignity-
Would well become such high degree ;
And, on the point of being hung,
He would bethink him of his tongue,
And show the glory of his art, —
The power to melt the hardest heart, —
And wage a war with time
By periods sublime —
A pattern speech for orators thus leaving
Whose work is vulgarly called thieving , .- v - -
Ah ! was the charlatan's reply,
Ere that, the king, the ass, or I,
Shall, one or other of us, die.
BOOK VI. FABLE XX.
And reason good had he ;
We count on life most foolishly,
Though hale and hearty we may be.
In each ten years, death cuts down one in three.
The goddess Discord, having mcde, on high,
Among the gods a general grapple,
And thence a lawsuit, for an apple,
Was turned out, hag and baggage, from the sky
BOOK VI. FAULE XX.
The animal called man, with open arms,
Received the goddess of such naughty charms
Herself and Whether-or-no, her brother,
With Thine-and-mine, her stingy mother.
In this, the lower universe,
Our hemisphere she chose to curse :
For reasons good she did not please
To visit our antipodes —
Folks rude and savage like the beasts,
Who, wedding free from forms and priests,
In simple tent or leafy bower,
Make little work for such a power.
Tli at she might know exactly where
Her direful aid was in demand,
Renown flew courier through the land,
Reporting each dispute with care ;
Then she, outrunning Peace, was quickly there ;
And if she found a spark of ire,
Was sure to blow it to a fire.
At length, Renown got out of patience
At random hurrying o'er the nations,
And, not without good reason, thought
A goddess, like her mistress, ought
To have some fixed and certain home,
To which her customers might come ;
For now they often searched in vain
With due location, it was plain
She might accomplish vastly more,
And more m season than before.
244 BOOK VI. FABLE XXI.
To find, howe'er, the right facilities,
Was harder then than now it is ;
For then there were no nunneries.
So, Hymen's inn at last assigned,
Thence lodged the goddess to her mind.
THE GOLDEN PITCHER.
^A father once, whose sons were two,
For each a gift had much ado.
At last upon this course he fell :
My sons, said he, within our well
Two treasures lodge, as I am told ;
The one a sunken piece of gold, —
A bowl it may be, or a pitcher, —
The other is a thing far richer.
These treasures if you can but find,
Each may be suited to his mind ;
For both are precious in their kind.
To gain the one you'll need a hook ;
The other will but cost a look.
* La Fontaine, gentle reader, does not mean to say that Discord
lodges with all married people, but that the foul fiend is never better
satisfied than when she can find such accommodations. — Trans.
BOOK VI. FABLE XXI. 245
But O, of this, I pray, beware,
You who may choose the tempting share, —
Too eager fishing for the pitcher
May ruin that which is far richer.
Out ran the boys, their gifts to draw ;
But eagerness was checked with awe.
How could there be a richer prize
Than solid gold beneath the skies ?
Or, if there could, how could it dwell
Within their own old, mossy well ?
Were questions which excited wonder,
And kept their headlong avarice under.
The golden cup each feared to choose,
Lest he the better gift should lose ;
And so resolved our prudent pair
The gifts in common they would share.
The well was open to the sky.
As o'er its curb they keenly pry,
It seems a tunnel piercing through,
From sky to sky, from blue to blue ;
And, at its nether mouth, each sees
A brace of their antipodes,
With earnest faces peering up,
As if themselves might seek the cup.
Ha! said the elder, with a laugh,
We need not share it by the half.
The mystery is clear to me ;
That richer gift to all is free.
246 BOOK VI. FABLE XXI.
Be only as that water true,
And then the whole belongs to you.
That truth itself was worth so much,
It cannot be supposed that such
A pair of lads were satisfied ;
And yet they were before they died.
But whether they fished up the gold
I'm sure I never have been told.
Thus much they learned, I take for granted, -
And that was what their father wanted : -
If truth for wealth we sacrifice,
We throw away the richer prize.
Here check we our career.
Long books I greatly fear.
I would not quite exhaust my stuff;
The flower of subjects is enough.
To me, the time is come, it seems,
To draw my breath for other themes.
Love, tyrant of my life, commands
That other work be on my hands.
I dare not disobey.
Once more shall Pysche be my lay.
I'm called by Damon to portray
Her sorrows and her joys.
I yield : perhaps, while she employs,
My muse will catch a richer glow ;
And well if this my labored strain
Shall be the last and only pain
Her spouse shall cause idp hprp, b^Vw
TO MADAM DE MONTESPAN
The apologue is from the immortal gods ;
Or, if the gift of man it is,
Its author merits apotheosis.
Whoever magic genius lauds
Will do what in him lies
To raise this art's inventor to the skies.
It hath the potence of a charm,
On dulness lays a conquering arm, •
Subjects the mind to its control,
And works its will upon the soul.
O lady, armed with equal power,
If e'er, within celestial bower,
With messmate gods reclined,
My muse ambrosially hath dined,
Lend me the favor of a smile
On this her playful toil.
If you support, the tooth of time will slxin,
And let my work the envious years outrun.
TO MADAM DW MONTESPAN.
Jf authors would themselves survive,
To gain your suffrage they should strive.
On you my verses wait to get their worth ;
To you my beauties all will owe their birth, —
For beauties you will recognize
Invisible to other eyes.
Ah ! who can boast a taste so true,
Of beauty or of grace,
In either thought or face ?
For words and looks are equal charms in you.
Upon a theme so sweet, the truth to tell,
My muse would gladly dwell:
But this employ to others I must yield ; —
A greater master claims the field.
For me, fair lady, 'twere enough
Your name should be my wall and roof.
Protect henceforth the favored book
Through which for second life I look.
In your auspicious light,
These lines, in envy's spite,
Will gain the glorious meed,
That all the world shall read.
'Tis not that 1 deserve such lame ; —
I only ask in Fable's name,
(You know what credit that should claim ;)
And, if successfully I sue,
A fane will be to Fable due, —
A thing I would not build — except for you.
THE ANIMALS SICK OF THE PLAGUE.
A dire disease, that owes its birth
To vengeance due the crimes of earth, —
The plague, (to call it by its name,)
One single day of which
Would Pluto's ferryman enrich, —
Waged war on beasts, both wild and tame.
They died not all, but all were sick
No hunting now, by force or trick,
To save what might so soon expire.
No food excited their desire ;
Nor wolf nor fox now watched to slay
The innocent and tender prey.
The turtles fled ;
So love and therefore joy were dead.
The lion council held, and said :
My friends, I do believe
This awful scourge, for which we grieve,
Is for our sins a punishment
Most righteously by Heaven sent
BOOK VII. FABLE I.
Let us our guiltiest beast resign,
A sacrifice to wrath divine.
Perhaps tnis offering, truly small,
May gain the life and health of all.
By history we find it noted
That lives have been just so devoted.
Then let us all turn eyes within,
And ferret out the hidden sin.
Himself let no one spare nor flatter,
But make clean conscience in the matter
For me, my appetite has played the glutton
Too much and often upon mutton.
What harm had e'er my victims done ?
I answer, truly, None.
Perhaps, sometimes, by hunger pressed,
I've eat the shepherd with the rest.
I yield myself, if need there be ;
And yet I think, in equity,
Each should confess his sins with me ;
For laws of right and justice cry,
The guiltiest alone should die.
Sire, said the fox, your majesty
Is humbler than a king should be,
And over-squeamish in the case.
What ! eating stupid sheep a crime ?
No, never, sire, at any time.
It rather wa3 an act of grace,
A mark of honor to their race.
And as to shepherds, one may swear,
The fate your majesty describes,
ROOK Til. FABLE I.
Is recompense less full than fair
For such usurpers o'er our tribes.
Thus Renard glibly spoke,
And loud applause from flatterers broke.
Of neither tiger, boar, nor bear,
Did any keen inquirer dare
To ask for crimes of high degree ;
The fighters, biters, scratchers, all
From every mortal sin were free ;
The very dogs, both great and small,
Were saints, as far as dogs could be.
The ass, confessing in his turn,
Thus spoke in tones of deep concern : —
I happened through a mead to pass ;
The monks, its owners, were at mass ;
. Keen hunger, leisure, tender grass,
And add to these the devil too,
All tempted me the deed to do.
I browsed the bigness of my tongue ;
Since truth must out, I own it wrong.
On this, a hue and cry arose,
As if the beasts were all his foes :
A wolf, haranguing lawyer- wise,
Denounced the ass for sacrifice —
The bald-pate, scabby, ragged lout,
By whom the plague had come, no doubt
His fault was judged a hanging crime.
What ! eat another's grass ? O shame !
The noose of rope and death sublime,
BOOK VII. FABLE II.
For that offence, were all too tame !
And soon poor Grizzle felt the same.
Thus human courts acquit the strong,
And doom the weak, as therefore wrong
If worth were not a thing more rare
Than beauty, in this planet fair,
There would be then less need of care
About the contract Hymen closes.
But beauty often is the bait
To love that only ends in hate ;
And many hence repent too late
Of wedding thorns from wooing roses.*
My tale makes one of these poor fellows,
Who sought relief from marriage vows,
Send back again his tedious spouse.
Contentious, covetous, and jealous.
With nothing pleased or satisfied,
This restless, comfort-killing bride
Some fault in every one descried.
* The badinage of La Fontaine having been misunderstood by
some, the translator has altered the introduction to this fable. Tho
intention of the fable is to recommend prudence and good nature, not
celibacy. So the peerless Grandville understands it, for his pencil
tells us that the hero of the fable did finally recall his wife, notwith-
standing his fearful imprecation. It seems that even she was better
than none. — Trans.
BOOK VII. FABLE II.
Her good man went to bed too soon,
Or lay in bed till almost noon.
Too cold, too hot, — too black, too white, —
Were on her tongue from morn till night
The servants mad and madder grew ;
The husband knew not what to do.
'Twas, Dear, you never think or care ;
And, Dear, that price we cannot bear ;
And, Dear, you never stay at home ;
And, Dear, I wish you would just come ; -
Till, finally, such ceaseless dearing
Upon her husband's patience wearing,
Back to her sire's he sent his wife,
To taste the sweets of country life;
To dance at will the country jigs,
And feed the turkeys, geese, and pigs.
In course of time, he hoped his bride
Might have her temper mollified ;
Which hope he duly put to test
His wife recalled, said he,
How went with you your rural rest,
From vexing cares and fashions free ?
Its peace and quiet did you gain, —
Its innocence without a stain ?
Enough of all, said she ; but then,
To see those idle, worthless men
Neglect the flecks, it gave me pain.
I told them, plainly, what I thought,
And thus their hatred quickly bought ;
BOOK VII. FABLE III.
For which I do not care — not I.
Ah, madam, did her spouse reply,
If still your temper's so morose,
And tongue so virulent, that those
Who only see you morn and night
Are quite grown weary of the sight,
What, then, must be your servants' case,
Who needs must see you, face to face,
Throughout the day?
And what must be the harder lot
Of him, I pray,
Whose days and nights
With you must be by marriage rights ?
Return you to your father's cot.
If I recall you in my life,
Or even wish for such a wife,
Let Heaven, in my hereafter, send
Two such, to tease me, without end !
THE RAT RETIRED FROM THE WORLD.
The sage Levantines have a tale
About a rat that weary grew
Of all the cares which life assail,
And to a Holland cheese withdrew.
His solitude was there profound,
Extending through his world so round.
BOOK VII. FABLE III.
Our hermit lived on that within ;
And soon his industry had been
With claws and teeth so good,
That, in his novel hermitage,
He had in store, for wants of age,
Both house and livelihood.
What more could any rat desire ?
He grew fair, fat, and round.
God's blessings thus redound
To those who in His vows retire.
One day this personage devout,
Whose kindness none might doubt,
Was asked, by certain delegates
That came from Rat-United-States, m \/f
For some small aid, for they
To foreign parts were on their way,
For succor in the great cat-war.
* So the rat himself professed to consider the matter.
12 BOOIi VII. FABLE IV.
Ratopolis beleaguered sore,
Their whole republic drained and poor,
No morsel in their scrips they bore.
Slight boon they craved, of succor sure
In days at utmost three or four.
My friends, the hermit said,
To worldly things I'm dead.'-v
How can a poor recluse
To such a mission be of use ?
What can he do but pray
That God will aid it on its way ?
And so, my friends, it is my prayer
That God will have you in his care.
His well-fed saintship said no more,
But in their faces shut the door.
What think you, reader, is the service
For which I use this niggard rat ?
To paint a monk ? No, but a dervise.
A monk, I think, however fat,
Must be more bountiful than that
One day, — no matter when or where,
A long-legged heron chanced to fare
By a certain river's brink,
With his long, sharp beak
Helved on his slender neck ; —
BOOK VII. FABLE IV. 13
'Twas a fish-spear, you might think
The water was clear and still,
The carp and the pike there at will
Pursued their silent fun,
Turning' up, ever and anon,
A golden side to the sun.
With ease might the heron have made
Great profits in his fishing trade.
So near came the scaly fry,
They might be caught by the passer-by.
But he thought he better might
Wait for a better appetite —
For he lived by rule, and could not. eat,
Except at his hours, the best of meat
Anon his appetite returned once more ;
So, approaching again the shore,
He saw some tench taking their leaps,
Now and then, from their lowest deeps.
With as dainty a taste as Horace's rat,
He turned away from such food as that.
What, tench for a heron ! poh !
I scorn the thought, and let them go.
The, tench refused, there came a gudgeon;
For all that, said the bird, I budge on.
I'll ne'er open my beak, if the gods please,
For such mean little fishes as these.
He did it for less ;
For it came to pass,
That not another fish could he see ;
And, at last, so hungry was he,
14 BOOK VII. FABLE V.
That he thought it of some avail
To find on the bank a single snail.
Such is the sure result
Of being too difficult.
Would you be strong and great,
Learn to accommodate.
Get what you can, and trust for the rest ;
The whole is oft lost by seeking the best.
Above all things, beware of disdain,
Where, at most, you have little to gain.
The people are many that make
Every day this sad mistake.
'Tis not for the herons I put this case,
Ye featherless people, of the human race.
■ — List to another tale as true,
And you'll hear the lesson brought home to you.
A certain maid, as proud as fair,
A husband thought to find
Exactly to her mind —
Well-formed and young, genteel in air,
Not cold nor jealous ; — mark this well.
Whoe'er would wed this dainty belle
Must have, besides, rank, wealth, and wit,
And all good qualities to fit —
A man 'twere difficult to get.
BOOK VII. FABLE V. 15
Kind Fate, however, took great care
To grant, if possible, her prayer.
There came a-wooing men of note;
The maiden thought them all,
By half, too mean and small.
They marry me ! the creatures dote : —
Alas ! poor souls ! their case I pity.
'Here mark the bearing of the beauty.)
Some were less delicate than witty ;
Some had the nose too short or long ;
In others something else was wrong ;
Which made each in the maiden's eyes
An altogether worthless prize.
Profound contempt is aye the vice
Which springs from being over-nice.
Thus were the great dismissed; and then
Came offers from inferior men.
The maid, more scornful than before,
Took credit to her tender heart
For giving them an open door.
They think me much in haste to part
With independence ! God be thanked,
My lonely nights bring no regret ;
Nor shall I pine, or greatly fret,
Should I with ancient maids be ranked.
Such were the thoughts that pleased the fair :
Age made them only thoughts that were.
Adieu to lovers : — passing years
Awaken doubts and chilling fears.
Regret, at last, brings up the train.
Day after day she sees, with pain,
16 BOOK VII. FABLE VI.
Some smile or charm take final flight,
And leave the features of a " fright."
Then came a hundred sorts of paint ;
But still no trick, nor ruse, nor feint,
Availed to hide the cause of grief,
Or bar out Time, that graceless thief.
A house, when gone to wreck and ruin,
May be repaired and made a new one.
Alas ! for ruins of the face
No such rebuilding e'er takes place.
Her daintiness now changed its tune ;
Her mirror told her, Marry soon ;
So did a certain wish within,
With more of secrecy than sin, —
A wish that dwells with even prudes,
This maiden's choice was past belief,
She soothing down her restless grief,
And smoothing it of every ripple,
By marrying a cripple.
Within the Great Mogul's domains there are
Familiar sprites of much domestic use :
They sweep the house, and take a tidy care
Of equipage, nor garden work refuse;
BOOK VII. FABLE VI. 17
But, if you meddle with their toil,
The whole, at once, you're sure to spoil.
One, near the mighty Ganges' flood,
The garden of a burgher good
Worked noiselessly and well ;
To master, mistress, garden, bore
A love that time and toil outwore,
And bound him like a spell.
Did friendly Zephyrs blow,
The demon's pains to aid ?
(For so they do, 'tis said.)
I own I do not know.
But. for himself he rested not,
And richly blessed his master's lot.
What marked his strength of love,
He lived a fixture on the place,
In spite of tendency to rove
So natural to his race.
But brother sprites, conspiring
With importunity untiring,
So teased their goblin chief, that lie,
Of his caprice or policy,
Our sprite commanded to attend
A house in Norway's farther end,
Whose roof was snow-clad through the year,
And sheltered human kind with deer.
Before departing, to his hosts
Thus spake this best of busy ghosts :-
To foreign parts I'm forced to go ;
For what sad fault I do not know : —
18 BOOK VII. FABLE VI.
But go I must ; a month's delay,
Or week's, perhaps, and I'm away.
Seize time ; three wishes make at will ;
For three I'm able to fulfil —
No more. Quick at their easy task,
Abundance first these wishers ask —
Abundance, with her stores unlocked —
Barns, coffers, cellars, larder, stocked, —
Corn, cattle, wine, and money, —
The overflow of milk and honey.
But what to do with all this wealth !
What inventories, cares, and worry !
What wear of temper and of health !
Both lived in constant, slavish hurry.
Thieves took by plot, and lords by loan ;
The king by tax, the poor by tone.
Thus felt the curses which
Arise from being rich, —
Remove this affluence, they pray ;
The poor are happier than they
Whose riches make them slaves.
Go, treasures, to the winds and waves ;
Come, goddess of the quiet breast,
Who sweet'nest toil with rest,
Dear Mediocrity, return !
The prayer was granted, as we learn.
Two wishes, thus expended,
Had simply ended
In bringing them exactly where,
When they set out, they were.
So, usually, it fares
With those who waste in such vain prayers
The time required by their affairs.
The goblin laughed, and so did they.
However, ere he went, away,
To profit by his offer kind,
They asked for wisdom, wealth of mmd, —
A treasure void of care and sorrow —
A treasure fearless of the morrow,
f^et who will steal, or beg, or borrow.
THE LION'S COURT.
His lion majesty would know, one day,
What bestial tribes were subject to his sway.
20 BOOK VII. FABLE VII.
He therefore gave Iris vassals, all,
By deputies, a call,
Despatching every where
A written circular,
Which bore his seal, and did import
His majesty would hold his court
A month in more than usual state ; —
An opening feast would show his plate,
Which done, Sir Jocko's sleight
Would give the court delight.
By such sublime magnificence
Would he display his power immense.
Now were they gathered ail
Within the royal hall —
And such a hall ! The charnel scent
Would make the strongest nerves relent
The bear put up his paw to close
The double access of his nose.
The act had better been omitted ;
His throne at once the monarch quitted,
And sent to Pluto's court the bear,
To show his delicacy there.
The ape approved the cruel deed*,
A thorough flatterer by breed.
He praised the prince's wrath and claws ;
He praised the odor and its cause.
Judged by the fragrance pf that cave,
The amber of the Baltic wave,
The rose, the pink, the hawthorn J*mk,
Might with the vulgor garlic rank.
BOOK VTI. FABLE VIII. 21
The mark his flattery overshot,
And made him share poor Bruin's lot,
This lion playing, in his way,
The part of Don Caligula.
The fox approached. Now, said the king,
Apply your nostrils to this thing,
And let me hear, without disguise,
The judgment of a beast so wise.
The fox replied, Your majesty will please
Excuse — and here he took good care to sneeze ; —
Afflicted with a dreadful cold,
. Your majesty need not be told
My sense of smell is mostly gone.
From danger thus withdrawn,
He teaches us the while,
That one, to gain the smile
Of kings, must hold the middle place
'Twixt blunt rebuke and fulsome praise ;
And sometimes use, with easy grace,
The language of the Norman race.*
THE VULTURES AND THE PIGEONS.
/ Mars once made havoc in the air :
Some cause aroused a quarrel there
*. The Normans are proverbial among the French for the oracular
non-committal of their responses. Un Norman d t says the proverb,
a son dit et son dedit.
22 BOOK VII. FABLE VIII.
Among the birds ; — not those that sing,
The courtiers of the merry Spring,
And by their talk, in leafy bowers,
Of loves they feel, enkindle ours ;
Nor those which Cupid's mother yokes
To whirl on high her golden spokes;
But naughty hawk and vulture folks,
Of hooked beak and talons keen.
The carcass of a dog, 'tis said,
Had to this civil carnage led.
Blood rained upon the swarded green,
And valiant deeds were done, I ween.
But time and breath would surely fail
To give the fight in full detail ;
Suffice to say, that chiefs were slain,
And heroes strowed the sanguine plain,
Till old Prometheus, in his chains,
Began to hope an end of pains.
'Twas sport to see the battle rage,
And valiant hawk with hawk engage ;
'Twas pitiful to see them fall, —
Torn, bleeding, weltering, gasping, all.
Force, courage, cunning, all were plied ;
Intrepid troops on either side
No efforts spared to populate
The dusky realms of hungry Fate.
This woful strife awoke compassion
Within another feathered nation,
Of iris neck and tender heart.
They tried their hand at mediation —
To reconcile the foes, or part
BOOK VII. FABLE IX. 23
The pigeon people duly chose
Ambassadors, who worked so well
As soon the murderous rage to quell,
And stanch the source of countless woes.
A truce took place, and peace ensued.
./'"'Alas ! the people dearly paid
Who such pacification made!
Those wicked, hawks at once pursued
The harmless pigeons, slew and ate,
Till towns and fields w r ere desolate.
Small prudence had the friends of peace
To pacify such foes as these !
The safety of the rest requires
The bad should flesh each other's spears :
Whoever peace with them desires
Had better set them by the ears.
THE COACH AND THE FLY.
Upon a sandy, uphill road,
Which naked in the sunshine glowed,
Six lusty horses drew a coach.
Dames, monks, and invalids, its load,
On foot, outside, at leisure trode.
The team, all weary, stopped and blowed
BOOK VII. FABLE IX.
Whereon there did a fly approach,
And, with a vastly business air,
Cheered up the horses with his buzz, —
Now pricked them here, now pricked them there,
As neatly as a jockey does, —
And thought the while — he knew 'twas so —
He made the team and carriage go, —
On carriage-pole sometimes alighting —
Or driver's nose — and biting.
And when the whole did get in motion,
Confirmed and settled in the notion,
He took, himself, the total glory, —
Flew back and forth in wondrous hurry,
And, as he buzzed about the cattle,
Seemed like a sergeant in a battle,
The files and squadrons leading on
To where the victory is won.
Thus charged with all the commonweal,
This single fly began to feel
Responsibility too great,
And cares, a grievous, crushing weight ;
And made complaint that none would aid
The horses up the tedious hill —
The monk his prayers at leisure said —
Fine time to pray ! — the dames, at will,
Were singing songs — not greatly needed !
Thus in their ears he sharply sang,
And notes of indignation rang, —
Notes, after all, not greatly heeded.
Erelong the coach was on the top :
Now, said the fly, my hearties, stop
BOOK VII. FABLE X. '25
And breathe ;- I've got you up the hill ; —
And, Messrs. Horses, let me say,
I need not ask you if you will
A proper compensation pay.
Thus certain ever-bustling noddies
Are seen in every great affair ; —
Important, swelling, busy-bodies,
And bores 'tis easier to bear
Than chase them from their needless care.
THE DAIRYWOMAN A.ND THE POT OF MILK,
A pot of milk upon her cushioned crown,
Good Peggy hastened to the market town ;
Short clad and light, with speed she went,
Not fearing any accident ;
Indeed, to be the nimbler tripper,
Her dress that day,
The truth to say,
Was simple petticoat and slipper.
And, thus bedight,
Good Peggy, light, —
Her gains already counted, —
Laid out the cash
At single dash,
Which to a hundred eggs amounted. „
26 BOOK VII. FABLE X.
Three nests she made,
Which, by the aid
Of diligence and care, were hatched.
To raise the chicks,
I'll easy fix,
Said she, beside our cottage thatched.
The fox must get
More cunning yet,
Or leave enough to buy a pig.
With little care,
fc And any fare,
He'll grow quite fat and big ;
And then the price
Will be so nice,
For which the pork will sell !
'Twill go quite hard
But in our yard
I'll bring a cow and calf to dwell —
A calf to frisk among the flock !
The thought made Peggy do the same
And down at once the milk-pot came,
And perished with the shock.
Calf, cow, and pig, and chicks, adieu !
Your mistress' face is sad to view ; —
She gives a tear to fortune spilt ;
Then, with the downcast look of guilt,
Home to her husband empty goes,
Somewhat in danger of his blows.
Who buildeth not, sometimes, in air,
His cots, or seats, or castles fair?
BOOK VII. FABLE XI. 27
From kings to dairy women, — all, —
The wise, the foolish, great and small, —
Each thinks his waking dream the best-
Some flattering error fills the breast:
The world, with all its wealth, is ours,
Its honors, dames, and loveliest bowers.
Instinct with valor, when alone,
I hurl the monarch from his throne ;
The people, glad to see him dead,
Elect me monarch in his stead,
And diadems rain on my head.
Some accident then calls me back,
And I'm no more than simple Jack !
THE CURATE Ai\T> THE CORPSE.
A dead man going slowly, sadly,
To occupy his last abode,
A curate by him, rather gladly,
Did holy service on the road.
Within a coach the dead Avas borne,
A robe around him, duly worn,
Of which, I wot, he was not proud —
That ghostly garment called a shroud.
In summer's blaze and winter's blast,
That robe is changeless — 'tis the last
BOOK VII. FABLE XI.
The curate, with his priestly dress on,
Recited all the church's prayers,
The psalm, the verse, response, and lesson,
In fullest style of such affairs.
Sir Corpse, we beg you, do not fear
A lack of such things on your bier ;
They'll give abundance every way,
Provided only that you pay.
The Reverend John Cabbagepate
Watched o'er the corpse, as if it were
A treasure, needing guardian care ;
And all the while his looks, elate,
This language seemed to hold : —
/""The dead will pay so much in gold,
So much in lights of molten wax,
So much in other sorts of tax :
With all he hoped to buy a cask of wine,
The best which thereabouts produced the vine.
A pretty niece, on whom he doted,
And eke his chambermaid, should be promoted.
By being newly petticoated.
The coach, upset and dashed to pieces,
Cut short these thoughts of wine and nieces !
There lay poor John, with broken head,
Beneath the coffin of the dead !
His rich parishioner in lead
Drew on the priest the doom
Of riding with him to the tomb !
The Pot of Milk, and fate
Of Curate Cabbagepate,
BOOK VII. FABLE XII. 29
As emblems, do but give
The history of most that live.
THE MAN WHO RAN AFTER FORTUNE, AND THE
MAN WHO WAITED FOR HER ON HIS BED.
Who joins not with his restless race
To give Dame Fortune eager chase ?
O, had I but some lofty perch,
From which to view the panting crowd
Of care-worn dreamers, poor and proud,
As on they hurry in the search,
From realm to realm, o'er land and water,
Of Fate's fantastic, fickle daughter !
Ah ! slaves sincere of flying phantom !
Just as their goddess they would clasp,
The jilt divine eludes their grasp,
And flits away to Bantam !
Poor fellows ! I bewail their lot
And here's the comfort of my ditty ;
For fools the mark of wrath are not
So much, I'm sure, as pity.
That man, say they, and feed their hope,
Raised cabbages — and now he's pope 1
Don't we deserve as rich a prize ?
Ay, richer ? But hath Fortune eyes ?
30 BOOK VII. FABLE XIT.
And then the popedom, is it worth
The price that must be given ? —
Repose ? — the sweetest bliss of* earth,""^
And, ages since, of gods in heaven?
'Tis rarely Fortune's favorites.-^
Enjoy this cream of all delights.
Seek not the dame, and she will you —
A truth which of her sex is true.
Snug in a country town
A pair of friends were settled down.
One sighed unceasingly to find
A fortune better to his mind,
And, as he chanced his friend to meet,
Proposed to quit their dull retreat
No prophet can to honor come,
Said he, unless he quits his home ;
Let 's seek our fortune far and wide.
Seek, if you please, his friend replied ;
For one, I do not wish to see
A better clime or destiny.
I leave the search and prize to you ;
Your restless humor please pursue ;
You'll soon come back again.
I vow to nap it here till then.
The enterprising, or ambitious,
Or, if you please, the avaricious,
Betook him to the road.
The morrow brought him to a place
The flaunting goddess ought to grace
As her particular abode —
BOOK. VII. FABLE XII. 31
1 mean the court, whereat he staid,
And plans for seizing Fortune laid.
He rose, and dressed, and dined, and went to bed,
Exactly as the fashion led :
In short, he did whate'er he could,
But never found the promised good.
Said he, Now somewhere else I'll try —
And yet I failed I know not why ;
For Fortune here is much at home ;
To this and that I see her come,
Astonishingly kind to some.
And, truly, it is hard to see
The reason why she slips from me.
'Tis true, perhaps, as I've been told,
That spirits here may be too bold.
To courts and courtiers all I bid adieu ;
Deceitful shadows they pursue.
The dame has temples in Surat ;
I'll go and see them — that is flat
To say so was t' embark at once.
O, human hearts are made of bronze !
His must have been of adamant,
Beyond the power of Death to daunt,
Who ventured first this route to try,
And all its frightful risks defy.
'Twas more than once our venturous wight
Did homeward turn his aching sight,
When pirates, rocks, and calms, and storms,
Presented death in frightful forms —
Death sought with pains on distant shores,
BOOK VII. FABLE XII.
Which, soon as wished for, would have come,
Had he not left the peaceful doors
Of his despised but blessed home.
Arrived, at length, in Hindostan,
The people tuld our wayward man
That Fortune, ever void of plan,
Dispensed her favors in Japan.
And on he went, the weary sea
His vessel bearing lazily.
This lesson, taught by savage men,
Was, after all, his only gain : —
Contented in thy country stay,
And seek thy wealth in nature's way.
Japan refused to him, no less
Than Hindostan, success ;
And hence his judgment came to make
His quitting home a great mistake.
Renouncing his ungrateful course,
He hastened back with all his force ;
And when his village came in sight,
His tears were proof of his delight
Ah, happy he, exclaimed the wight,
Who, dwelling there with mind sedate,
Employs himself to regulate
His ever-hatching, wild desires;
Who checks his heart when it aspires
To kiaow of courts, and seas, and glory,
More than he can by simple story ;
Who seeks not o'er the treacherous wave —
More treacherous Fortune's willing slave —
BOOK VII. FABLE XIII.
The bait of wealth and honors fleeting,
Held by that goddess, aye retreating.
Henceforth from home I budge no more !
Pop on his sleeping friend's he came,
,.,^Thus purposing against the dame,
i And found her sitting at his door.
THE TWO COCKS.
Two cocks in pea.ce were living, when
1A war was kindled by a hen.
O love, thou bane of Troy ! 'twas thine
The blood of men and gods to shed
Enough to turn the Xanthus red
As old Port wine !
34 BOOK VII. FABLE XIII.
And long the battle doubtful stood ;
(I mean the battle of the cocks;)
They gave each other fearful shocks :
The fame spread o'er the neighborhood,
And gathered all the crested brood.
And Helens more than one, of plumage bright,
Led off the victor of that bloody fight
The vanquished, drooping, fled,
Concealed his battered head,
And m a dark retreat
Bewailed his sad defeat
His loss of glory and the prize
His rival now enjoyed before his eyes.
While this he every day beheld,
His hatred kindled, courage swelled;
He whet his beak, and flapped his wings,
And meditated dreadful things.
Waste rage ! His rival flew upon a roof,
And crowed to give his victory proof. —
A hawk this boasting heard :
Now perished all his pride,
As suddenly he died
Beneath that savage bird.
In consequence of this reverse,
The vanquished sallied from his hole,
And took the harem, master sole,
For moderate penance not the worse.
Imagine the congratulation,
The proud and stately leading,
Gallanting, coaxing, feeding,
Of wives almost a nation.
BOOK VII. FABLE XIV.
'Tis thus that Fortune loves to flee
The insolent by victory.
We should mistrust her when we beat,
Lest triumph lead us to defeat
THE INGRATITUDE AND INJUSTICE OF MEN
A trader on the sea to riches grew ;
Freight after freight the winds in favor blew ;
Fate steered him clear ; gulf, rock, nor shoal
Of all his bales exacted toll.
Of other men the pcnvers of chance and storm
Their dues collected in substantial form ;
While smiling Fortune, in her kindest sport,
Took care to waft his vessels to their port
His partners, factors, agents, faithful proved ;
His goods — tobacco, sugar, spice —
Were sure to fetch the highest price.
By fashion and by folly loved, ...
His rich brocades and laces,
And splendid porcelain vases,
Enkindling strong desires,
Most readily found buyers.
In short, gold rained where'er he went —
Abundance, more than could be spent —
36 BOOK VII. FABLE XIV.
Dogs, horses, coaches, downy bedding —
His very fasts were like a wedding.
A bosom friend, a look his table giving,
Inquired whence came such sumptuous living.
Whence should it come, said he, superb of brow,
But from the fountain of my knowing how ?
I owe it simply to my skill and care
In risking only where the marts will bear.
And now, so sweet his swelling profits were,
He risked anew his former gains :
Success rewarded not his pains —
His own imprudence was the cause.
One ship, ill-freighted, went awreck;
Another felt of arms the lack,
When pirates, trampling on the laws,
O'ercame, and bore it off a prize ;
A third, arriving at its port,
Had failed to sell its merchandise, —
The style and folly of the court
Not now requiring such a sort.
His agents, factors, failed ; — in short,
The man himself, from pomp and princely cheer
And palaces, and parks, and dogs, and deer,
-Fell down to poverty most sad and drear.
His friend, now meeting him in shabby plight,
Exclaimed, And whence comes this to pass?
From Fortune, said the man, alas !
Console yourself, replied the friendly wight;
For, if to make you rich the dame denies,
She can't forbid you to be wise.
BOOK VII. FABLE XV. 37
What faith he gained, I do not wis ;
I know, in every case like this,
Each claims the credit of his bliss,
And' with a heart ingrate
Imputes his misery to Fate.
'f is oft from chance opinion takes its rise,
And into reputation multiplies.
This prologue finds pat applications
In men of all this world's vocations;
For fashion, prejudice, and party strife,
Conspire to crowd poor justice out of life.
What can you do to counteract
This reckless, rushing cataract ?
'Twill have its course for good or bad,
As it, indeed, has always had.
A dame in Paris played the Pythoness
With much of custom, and, of course, success.
Was any trifle lost, or did
Some maid a husband wish,
Or wife of husband to be rid,
Or either sex for fortune fish,
Resort was had to her with gold,
To get the hidden future told.
38 BOOK VII. FABLE XV.
Her art was made of various tricks,
Wherein the dame contrived to mix,
With much assurance, learned terms.
Now, chance, of course, sometimes confirms ;
And just as often as it did,
The news was any thing but hid.
In short, though, as to ninety-nine per cent,
The lady knew not what her answers meant,
Borne up by ever-babbling Fame,
An oracle she soon became.
A garret was this woman's home,
Till she had gained of gold a sum
That raised the station of her spouse —
Bought him an office and a house.
As she could then no longer bear it,
Another tenanted the garret.
To her came up the city crowd, —
Wives, maidens, servants, gentry proud, —
To ask their fortunes, as before ;
A Sibyl's cave was on her garret floor :
Such custom had its former mistress drawn,
It lasted even when herself was gone.
It sorely taxed the present mistress' wits
To satisfy the throngs of teasing cits.
I tell your fortunes ! joke, indeed !
Why, gentlemen, I cannot read !
What can you, ladies, learn from me,
Who never learned my A, B, C ?
Avaunt with reasons ! tell she must, —
Predict as if she understood,
BOOK VII. FABLE XVI.
And lay aside more precious dust
Than two the ablest lawyers could.
The stuff that garnished out her room —
Four crippled chairs, a broken broom —
Helped mightily to raise her merits, —
Full proof of intercourse with spirits !
Had she predicted e'er so truly,
On floor with carpet covered duly,
Her word had been a mockery made.
The fashion set upon the garret.
Doubt that ! none bold enough to dare it !
The other woman lost her trade.
All shopmen know the force of signs,
And so, indeed, do some divines. .-^ >*
In palaces, a robe awry
Has sometimes set the wearer high ,
And crowds his teaching will pursue
Who draws the greatest listening crew.
Ask, if you please, the reason why.
THE CAT, THE WEASEL, AND THE "¥OUNG
John Rabbit's palace under ground
Was once by Goody Weasel found.
40 BOOK VII. FABLE XVI.
She, sly of heart, resolved to seize
The place, and did so at her ease.
She took possession while its lord
Was absent on the dewy sward,
Intent upon his usual sport,
A courtier at Aurora's court.
When he had browsed his fill of clover,
And cut his pranks all nicely over,
Home Johnny came to take his drowse,
All snug within his cellar-house.
The weasel's nose he came to see,
Outsticking through the open door.
Ye gods of hospitality !
Exclaimed the creature, vexed sore,
Must I give up my father's lodge ?
Ho ! Madam Weasel, please to budge,
Or, quicker than a weasel's dodge,
I'll call the rats to pay their grudge !
The sharp-nosed lady made reply,
That she was first to occupy.
The cause of war was surely small —
A house where one could only crawl !
And though it were a vast domain,
Said she, I'd like to know what will
Could grant to John perpetual reign, —
The son of Peter or of Bill, —
More than to Paul, or even me.
John Rabbit spoke — great lawyer he —
Of custom, usage, as the law,
Whereby the house, from sire to son.
BOOK VII. FABLE XVI.
As well as all its store of straw,
From Peter came at length to John.
Who could present a claim so good
As he, the first possessor, could ?
Now, said the dame, let's drop dispute,
And go before RaininagTobis,
Who'll judge, not only in this suit,
But tell us truly whose the globe is.
This person was a hermit cat,
A cat that played the hypocrite,
A saintly mo user, sleek and fat,
An arbiter of keenest wit
John Rabbit in the judge concurred,
And off went both their case to broach
Before bis majesty, the furred.
Said Clapperclaw, My kits, approach,
42 BOOK VII. FABLE XVII.
And put your noses to my ears ;
I'm deaf, almost, by weight of years.
And so they did, not fearing- aught
The good apostle, Clapperclaw,
Then laid on each a well-armed paw,
And both to an agreement brought/~\ /
By virtue of his tusked jaw.
This brings to mind the fate
Of little kings before the great
THE HEAD AND THE TAIL OF THE SERPENT
. Two parts the serpent has —
Of men the enemies —
The head and tail : the same
Have won a mighty fame,
Next to the cruel Fates ; —
So that indeed, hence
They once had great debates
The first had always gone ahead ;
The tail had been forever led ;
And noAv to Heaven it prayed,
O, many and many a league,
Dragged on in sore fatigue,
BOOK VII. FABLE XVII. 43
Behind his back I go.
Shall he forever use mn so ?
Am I his humble servant ?
No. Thinks to God most fervent !
His brother I was born,
And not his slave forlorn.
The self-same blood in both,
I'm just as good as he :
A poison dwells in me
As virulent as doth *
In him. In mercy, heed
And grant me this decree,
That I in turn may lead —
My brother follow me.
My course shall be so wise
That no complaint shall rise.
With cruel kindness Heaven granted
The very thing- he blindly wanted :
To such desires of beasts and men
Though often deaf, it was not then.
At once this novel guide,
That saw no more in broad daylight
Than in the murk of darkest night,
His powers of leading tried,
Struck trees, and men, and stones, and bricks,
And led his brother straight to Styx.
And to the same unlovely home,
Some states by such an error come.
* An am-ipnt mistake in n tttiral history
44 HOOK VII. FABLE XVIII.
m ANIMAL IN THE MOON*
While one philosopher affirms
That by our senses we're deceived-
Another in the plainest terms,
Declares they are to be believed.
The twain are right. Philosophy
Correctly calls us dupes whene'er
Upon mere senses we rely ;
But when we wisely rectify
The raw report of eye or ear,
By distance, medium, circumstance,
In real knowledge we advance. *~N<^
These things hath nature wisely planned-
Whereof the proof shall be at hand.
I. see the sun : its dazzling glow
Seems but a hand-breadth here below ;
But should I see it in its home,
That azure, star-besprmkled dome,
Of all the universe the eye,
Its blaze would fill one half the sky.
The powers of trigonometry
Have set my mind from blunder free.
/~The ignorant believe it flat ;
1 make it round, instead of that.
* This f .hi'' is Ibuiided on a ftct. which occurred in the experience
>f the astronomer Sir Paul Neal. a rhettiber of the Royal Society of
BOOK VII. FABLE XVIII. 45
f fasten, fix, on nothing ground it,
And send the earth to travel round it.
In short, I contradict my eyes,
And sift the truth from constant lies.
The mind, not hasty at conclusion,
Resists the onset of illusion,
Forbids the sense to get the better,
And ne'er believes it to the letter.
Between my eyes, perhaps too ready,
And ears as much or more too slow,
A judge with balance true and steady,
I come, at last, some things to know.
Thus when the water crooks a stick,^^
My reason straightens it as quick —
Kind Mistress Reason — foe of error,
And best of shields from needless terror.
The creed is common with our race,
The moon contains a woman's face.
True ? No. Whence, then, the notion,
From mountain top to*ocean ?
The roughness of that satellite,
Its hills and dales, of every grade,
Effect a change of light and shade
Deceptive to our feeble sight ;
So that, besides the human face,
All sorts of creatures one might trace.
Indeed, a living bea?t, I ween,
Has lately been by England seen.
All duly placed the telescope,
And keen observers full of hope,
46 BOOK VII. FABLE XVIII.
An animal entirely new,
In that fair planet, came to view.
Abroad and fast the wonder flew , —
Some change had taken place on high,
Presaging earthly changes nigh ;
Perhaps, indeed, it might betoken
The wars that had already broken
Out wildly o'er the continent.
The king to see the wonder went
(As patron of the sciences,
No right to go more plain than his.)
To him, in turn, distinct and clear,
This lunar monster did appear. —
A mouse, between the lenses caged,
Had caused these wars, so fiercely waged !
No doubt the happy English foKcs
Laughed at it as the best of jokes.
How soon will Mars afford the chance
For like amusements here in France !
He makes us reap broad fields of glory.
Our foes may fear the battle-ground ;
For us, it is no sooner found,
Th'in Louis, with fresh laurels crowned,
Bears higher up our country's story.
The daughters, too, of Memory, —
The Pleasures and the Graces, —
Still show their cheering faces .
We wish for peace, but do not sigh.
The English Charles the secret knows
To make the most of his repose.
BOOK VII. FABLE XVIII.
And more than this, he'll know the way,
By valar working sword in hand,
To bring his sea-encircled land
To share the fight it only sees to-day.
Yet, could he but this quarrel quell,
What incense-clouds would grateful swell !
What deed more worthy of his fame ! #
Augustus, Julius — pray, which Cassar's name
Sliines now on story's page with purest flame ?
O people happy in your sturdy hearts !
^Say, when shall Peace pack up these bloody darts,
And send us all, like you, to softer arts ?
/ * This fable appears to have been composed about the beginning; of
the year 1677. The European powers then found themselves ex-
hausted by war, and desirous of peace. England, the only neutral,
became, of course, the arbiter of the negotiations which ensued at Ni-
tneguen. All the belligerent parties invoked her mediation.^ Charles
II., however, felt himself exceedingly embarrassed by his secret con-
nections with Louis XIV., which made him desire to prescribe condi-
tions favorable to that monarch ; while, on the other hand, he feared
the people of England, if, treacherous to her interests, he should fail
to favor the nations allied and combined against Franc©
DEATH AND THE DYING.
Death never taketh by surprise
The well prepared, to wit, the wise —
They knowing of themselves the time
To meditate the final change of clime.
That time, alas ! embraces all
Which into hours and minutes Ave divide;
There is no part, however small,
That from this tribute one can hide.
The very moment, oft, which bids
The heirs of empire see the light
Is that which shuts their fringed lids
In everlasting night.
Defend yourself by rank and wealth,
Plead beauty, virtue, youth, and health, —
Unblushing Death will ravish all ;
The world itself shall pass beneath his pall.
No truth is better known ; but, truth to say,
No truth is oftener thrown away. .
BOOK VIII. FABLE I. 49
A man, well in his second century,
Complained that Death had called him suddenly ;
Had left no time his plans to fill,
To balance books, or make his Avill.
Death, said he, d'ye call it fair,
Without a warning to prepare,
To take a man on lifted leg ?
,/T), wait a little while, I beg.
My wife cannot be left alone ;
1 must set out my nephew's son ;
And let me build my house a wing,
Before you strike, O cruel king !
Old man, said Death, one thing is sure, —
My visit here's not premature.
Hast thou not lived a century ?
Dar'st thou engage to find for me,
In Paris' walls, two older men ?
Has France, among her millions, ten ?
Thou sayst I should have sent thee word
Thy lamp to trim, thy loins to gird ;
And then my coming had been meet —
Thy will engrossed,
Thy house complete !
Did not thy feelings notify ?
Did not they tell thee thou must die ?
Thy taste and hearing are no more ,
Thy sight itself is gone before ;
For thee the sun superfluous shines,
And all the wealth of Indian mines.
50 BOOK VIII. FABLE If.
,^Fhy mates I've shown thee dead or dying.
What's this, indeed, but notifying ?
Come on, old man, without reply ;
For to the great and common weal
It doth but little signify
Whether thy will shall ever feel
The impress of thy hand and seal.
And Death had reason, — ghastly sage !
For surely man, at such an age,
Should part from life as from a feast,
Returning decent thanks, at least,
To Him who spread the various cheer,
And unrepining take his bier;
For shim it long no creature can.
Repinest thou, gray-headed man ?
See younger mortals rushing by
To meet their death without a sigh —
Death full of triumph and of fame,
But in its terrors still the same. —
But, ah ! my words are thrown away !
Those most like Death most dread his sway.
THE COBBLER AND THE FINANCIER.
A cobbler sang from morn till night ;
'Twas sweet and marvellous to hear.
BOOK VIII. FABLE II. 51
His trills and quavers told the ear
Of more contentment and delight,
Enjoyed by that laborious wight,
Than e'er enjoyed the sages seven,
Or any mortals short of heaven.
His neighbor, on the other hand,
With gold in plenty at command,
But little sang, and slumbered less —
A financier of great success.
If e'er he dozed at break of day,
The cobbler's song drove sleep away ;
And much he wished that Heaven had made
Sleep a commodity of trade,
In market sold, like food and drink,
_J3o much an hour, so much a wink.
At last, our songster did he call
To meet him in his princely hall.
Said he, Now, honest Gregory,
What may your yearly earnings be ?
My yearly earningsTTaith, good sir,
I never go, at once, so far,
The cheerful cobble r sa yi,
And queerly scratched his head, —
. I never reckon in that way,
But cobble on from day to day,
Content with daily bread.
Indeed ! Well, Gregory, pray,
What may your earnings be per day ?
Why, sometimes more and sometimes less.
The worst of all, I must confess,
52 BOOK VIII. FABLE II
(And but for which our gains would be
A pretty sight, indeed, to see,)
Is that the days are made so many
In which we cannot earn a penny —
The sorest ill the poor man feels :
They tread upon each other's heels,
Those idle days of holy saints !^v —
And though the year is shingled o'er,
-—The parson keeps a-finding more !
With smiles provoked by these complaints,
Replied the lordly financier,
I'll give you better cause to sing.
These hundred pounds I hand you here
Will make you happy as a king.
Go, spend them with a frugal heed ;
They'll long supply your every need.
The cobbler thought the silver more
Than he had ever dreamed, before,
The mines for ages could produce,
Or world, with all its people, use.
He took it home, and there did hide,
And with it laid his joy aside.
No more of song, no more of sleep,
But cares, suspicions in their stead,
And false alarms, by fancy fed.
His eyes and ears their vigils keep,
And not a cat can tread the floor
But seems a thief slipped through the door.
At last, poor man !
Up to the financier he ran, —
BOOK VIII. FABLE III.
Then in his morning nap profound :
O, give me back my songs, cried he,
And sleep, that used so sweet to be,
And take the money, every pound !
THE LIOH, THE WOLF, AND THE FOX.
A lion, old and impotent with gout,
Would have some cure for age found out.
, Impossibilities, on all occasions,
"With kings, are rank abominations.
This king, from every species, —
For each abounds in every sort,—
BOOK VIII. FABLE III.
Called to his aid the leeches.
They came in throngs to court,
From doctors of the highest fee
To nostrum-quacks without degree, —
Advised, prescribed, talked learnedly ;
But with the rest
Came not Sir Cunning Fox, M. D.
Sir Wolf the royal couch attended,
And his suspicions there expressed.
Forthwith his majesty, offended,
Resolved Sir Cunning Fox should come,
And sent to smoke him from his home.
He came, was duly ushered in,
And, knowing where Sir Wolf had been,
Said, Sire, your royal ear
Has been abused, I fear,
By rumors false and insincere ;
To wit, that I've been self-exempt
From coming here, through sheer contempt
But, sire, I've been on pilgrimage,
By vow expressly made,
Your royal health to aid,
And, on my way, met doctors sage,
In skill the wonder of the age,
Whom carefully I did consult
About that great debility
Termed in the books senility,
Of which you fear, with reason, the result
You lack, they say, the vital heat,
By age extreme become effete
BOOK VIII. FABLE [V. 55
Drawn from a Jiving wolf) the hide
Should warm and smoking be applied.
The secret's good, beyond a doubt,
For nature's weak, and wearing out
Sir Wolf, here, won't refuse to give
His hide to cure you, as I live.
The king was pleased with this advice.
Flayed, jointed, served up in a trice,
Sir Wolf first wrapped the monarch up,
Then furnished him whereon to sup.
Beware, ye courtiers, lest ye gain,
By slander's arts, less power than pain ;
For in the world where ye are living,
A pardon no one thinks of giving.
THE POWER OF FABLES.
TO M. DE BARILLON.*
Can diplomatic dignity
To simple fables condescend ?
Can I your famed benignity
Invoke, my muse an ear to lend ?
* Ambassador to the court of St. James.
56 BOOK VIII. FABLE IV.
If once she dares a high intent,
Will you esteem her impudent?
Your cares are weightier, indeed,
Than listening to the sage debates
Of rabbit or of weasel states :
So, as it pleases, burn or read ;
But save us from the woful harms
Of Europe roused in hostile arms.
That from a thousand other places
Our enemies should show their faces,
May well be granted with a smile,
But not that England's Isle
Our friendly kings should set
Their fatal blades to whet.
Comes not the time for Louis to repose ?
What Hercules, against these hydra foes,
Would not grow weary ? Must new heads oppose
His ever- waxing energy of blows ?
Now, if your gentle, soul-persuasive powers,
As sweet as mighty in this world of ours,
Can soften hearts, and lull this war to sleep,*
I'll pile your altars with a hundred sheep ;
And this is not a small affair
For a Parnassian mountaineer.
Meantime, (if you have time to spare,)
Accept a little incense-cheer.
A homely, but an ardent prayer,
And tale in verse, I give you here.
* The parliament of England was determined that, in case Louis
XIV. did not make peace with the allies, Charles II. should join thorn
to make wax on France.
BOOK VIII. FABLE IV. 57
I'll only say, the theme is fit for you.
With praise, which envy must confess
To worth like yours is justly due,
No man on earth needs propping less.
In Athens, once, that city fickle,
An orator,* awake to feel
His country in a dangerous pickle,
Would sway the proud republic's heart,
Discoursing of the common weal,
As taught by his tyrannic art.
The people listened — not a word.
Meanwhile the orator recurred
To bolder tropes — enough to rouse
The dullest blocks that e'er did drowse ;
He clothed in life the very dead,
And thundered all that could be said
The wind received his breath,
As to the ear of death.
That beast of many heads and light,f
The crowd, accustomed to the sound,
Was all intent upon a sight —
A brace of lads in mimic fight.
A new resource the speaker found.
Ceres, in lower tone said he,
Went forth her harvest fields to see :
An eel, as such a fish might be,
f Horace, speaking of the Roman people, said,
" Bellua multorum est capitum." — Epist. I. Book I. 76
58 BOOK VIII. FABLE IV.
And swallow, were her company.
A river checked the travellers three.
Two crossed it soon without ado ;
The smooth eel swam, the swallow flew. -
Outcried the crowd,
With voices loud —
And Ceres — what did she ?
Why, what she pleased ; but first
Yourselves she justly cursed —
A people puzzling aye your brains
With children's tales and children's play,
While Greece puts on her steel array,
To save her limbs from tyrant chains !
Why ask you not what Philip does ?
At this reproach the idle buzz
Fell to the silence of the grave,
Or moonstruck sea without a wave,
And every eye and ear awoke
To drink the words the patriot spoke.
This feather stick in Fable's cap.
We're all Athenians, mayhap ;
And I, for one, confess the sin ;
For, while I write this moral here,
If one should tell that tale so queer
Ycleped, I think, "The Ass's Skin,"
I should not mind my work a pin.
The world is old, they say ; I don't deny it;-
But, infant still
In taste and will,
Whoe'er would teach, must gratify it
BOOK VIII. FABLE VI. 59
THE MAN AND THE FLEA.
Impertinent, we tease and weary Heaven
With prayers which would insult mere mortals even.
'Twould seem that not a god in all the skies
From our affairs must ever turn his eyes,
And that the smallest of our race
Can hardly eat, or wash his face,
Without, like Greece and Troy for ten years' space,
Embroiling all Olympus in the case.
A flea some blockhead's shoulder bit,
And then his clothes refused to quit.
O Hercules, he cried, you ought to purge
The world of this far worse than hydra scourge.
O Jupiter, what are your bolts about,
They do not put these foes of mine to rout ?
To crush a flea, this fellow's fingers under,
The gods must lend the fool their club and thunder.
Among the beasts a feud arose.
The lion, as the story goes,
60 BOOK VIII. FABLE VI.
Once on a time laid down
His sceptre and his crown ;
And in his stead the beasts elected,
As often as it suited them,
A sort of king pro-tem, —
Some animal they much respected.
At first they all concurred.
The horse, the stag", the unicorn,
Were chosen each in turn ;
And then the noble bird
That looks undazzled at the sun.
But party strife began to run
Through burrow, den, and herd.
Some beasts proposed the patient ox,
And others named the cunning fox.
The quarrel came to bites and knocks
Nor was it duly settled
Till many a beast high-mettled
Had bought an aching head,
Or, possibly, had bled.
The fox, as one might well suppose,
At last above his rival rose.
But, truth to say, his reign was bootless?
Of honor being rather fruitless.
All prudent beasts began to see
The throne a certain charm had lost,
And, won by strife, as it must be,
Was hardly worth the pains it cost.
So, when his majesty retired,
Few worthy beasts his seat desired.
BOOK VIII. FABLE VII. 61
Especially now stood aloof
The wise of head, the swift of hoof,
The beasts whose breasts Avere battle-proof.
Lt consequently came to pass,
Not first, but, as we say, in fine,
/For king- the creatures chose the ass —
/./'He, for prime minister, the swine.
'Tis thus that party spirit
Is prone to banish merit.
THE DOG THAT CARRIED HIS MASTER'S DINNER
Our eyes are not made proof against the fair,
,^Nor hands against the touch of gold.
/ Fidelity is sadly rare,
And has been from the days of old.
Well taught his appetite to check,
And do full many a handy trick,
A dog was trotting light and quick,
His master's dinner on his neck.
A temperate, self-denying dog was he —
More than, with such a load, he liked to be ;
BOOK VIII. FABLE VII.
But still he was, while many such as we
Would not have scrupled to make free.
Strange that to dogs a virtue you may teach,
Which, do your best, to men you vainly preach
This dog of ours, thus richly fitted out,
A mastiff met, who wished the meat, no doubt.
To get it was less easy than he thought ;
The porter laid it down, and fought.
Meantime some other dogs arrive : —
Such dogs are always thick enough,
And, fearing neither kick nor cuff)
Upon the public thrive.
Our hero, thus o'ermatched and pressed,
The meat in danger manifest, —
Is fain to share it with the rest ;
And, looking very calm and wise,
No anger, gentlemen, he cries :
BOOK VIII. FABLE VIII.
My morsel will myself suffice ;
The rest shall be your welcome prize.
With this, the first his charge to violate,
He snaps a mouthful from his freight.
Then follow mastiff, cur, and pup,
Till all is cleanly eaten up.
Not sparingly the party feasted,
And not a dog of all but tasted.
/In some such manner men abuse
Of towns and states the revenues.
The sheriffs, aldermen, and mayor,
Come in for each a liberal share.
The strongest gives the rest example :
'Tis sport to see with what a zest
They sweep and lick the public chest
Of all its funds, however ample.
If any common weal's defender
Should dare to say a single word,
He's shown his scruples are absurd,
And finds it easy to surrender —
Perhaps, to be the first offender.
THE JOKER AND THE FISHES.
Some seek for jokers ; I avoid.
A joke must be, to be enjoyed,
Of wisdom's words, by wit employed.
64 BOOK VIII. FABLE VIII.
God never meant for men of sense,
The wits that joke to give offence. -^^/^
Perchance of these I shall be able
To show you one preserved in fable.
A joker, at a banker's table,
Most amply spread to satisfy
The height of Epicurean wishes,
Had nothing near but little fishes.
So, taking several of the fry,
He whispered to them very nigh,
And seemed to listen for reply.
The guests much wondered what it meant,
And stared upon him all intent.
The joker, then, with sober face,
Politely thus explained the case : —
A friend of mine, to India bound,
Has been, I fear,
Within a year,
By rocks or tempests wrecked and drowned.
I asked these strangers from the sea
To tell me where my friend might be ;
But all replied they were too young
^o know the least of such a matter :
The older fish could tell me better.
Pray, may I hear some older tongue ?
What relish had the gentlefolks
For such a sample of his jokes,
Is more than I can now relate.
They put. I'm sure, upon his plate,
BOOK VIII. FABLE IX. 65
A monster of so old a date,
He must have known the names and fate
Of all the daring- voyagers,
Who, following the moon and stars,
Have, by mischances, sunk their bones
Within the realms of Davy Jones ;
And who, for centuries, had seen,
Far down within the fathomless,
Where whales themselves are sceptreless,
THE RAT AND THE OYSTER.
-A country rat, of little brains,
Grown weary of inglorious rest,
Left home, with all its straws and grains,
Resolved to know beyond his nest.
When peeping through the nearest fence,
How big the world is ! how immense !
He cried ; there rise the Alps, and that
Is doubtless famous Ararat.
His mountains were the Avorks of moles,
Or dirt thrown up in digging holes !
Some days of travel brought him where
The tide had left the oysters bare.
Since here oar traveller saw the sea,
He thought these shells the ships must be.
BOOK VIII. FABLE IX.
My father was, in truth, said he,
A coward and an ignoramus ;
He dared not travel : as for me,
I've seen the ships and ocean famous ;
Have crossed the deserts without drinking,
And many dangerous streams, unshrinking:
Such things I know from having seen and felt them
And, as he went, in tales he proudly dealt them,
Not being of those rats whose knowledge
Comes by their teeth on books in college.
Among the shut-up shell-fish, one
Was gaping widely at the sun ;
It breathed, and drank the air's perfume,
Expanding like a flower in bloom.
Both white and fat, its meat
Appeared a dainty treat.
Our rat, when he this shell espied,
Thought for his storttech to provide.
If not mistaken in the matter,
Said he, no meat was ever fatter,
Or in its flavor half so fine,
As that on which to-day I dine.
Thus full of hope, the foolish chap
Thrust in his head to taste,
And felt the pinching of a trap —
The oyster closed in haste.
We're first instructed, by this case,
That those to whom the world is new
Are wonder-struck at every view ;
And, in the second place,
BOOK VIII. FABLE X. 67
That the marauder finds his match,
And he is caught who thinks to catch.
THE BEAR AND THE AMATEUR GARDENER.
A certain mountain bear, unlicked and rude.
By fate confined within a lonely wood,
A new Bellerophon, whose life
Knew neither comrade, friend, nor wife, —
Became insane ; for reason, as we term it,
Dwells never long with any hermit
'Tis good to mix in good society,
Obeying rates of due propriety ;
And better yet to be alone ;
.-—But both are ills when overdone.
No animal had business where
All grimly dwelt our hermit bear;
Hence, bearish as he was, he grew
Heart-sick, and longed for something new
While he to sadness was addicted,
An aged man, not far from there,
Was by the same disease afflicted.
A garden was his favorite care, —
Sweet Flora's priesthood, light and fair,
And eke Pomona's — ripe and red
The presents that her fingers shed
6S BOOK VIII. FABLE X.
These two employments, true, are sweet,
When made so by some friend discreet.
The gardens, gayly as they look,
Talk not, (except in this my book ;)
So, tiring of the deaf and dumb,
Our man one morning left his home
Some company to seek,
That had the pow r er to speak. —
The bear, with thoughts the same,
Down from his mountain came ;
And, in a solitary place,
They met each other face to face.
It would have made the boldest tremble ;
What did our man ? To play the Gascon
The safest seemed. He put the mask on,
His fear contriving to dissemble.
The bear, unused to compliment,
Growled bluntly, but with good intent,
Come home with me. The man replied,
Sir Bear, my lodgings, nearer by,
In yonder garden, you may spy,
Where, if you'll honor me the while,
We'll break our fast in rural style.
I've fruits and milk, — unworthy fare,
It may be, for a wealthy bear;
But then I offer what I have.
The bear accepts with visage grave,
But not unpleased ; and, on their way,
They grow familiar, friendly, gay.
BOOK VIII. FABLE X. 69
Arrived, you see them side by side,
As if their friendship had been tried.
To a companion so absurd,
Blank solitude were well preferred ;
Yet, as the bear scarce spoke a word,
The man was left quite at his leisure
To trim his garden at his pleasure.
Sir Bruin hunted — always brought
His friend whatever game he caught ;
But chiefly aimed at driving flies —
Those bold and shameless parasites,
That vex us with their ceaseless bites —
From off our gard'ner's face and eyes.
One day, while, stretched upon the ground,
The old man lay in sleep profound,
A fly, that buzzed around his nose, —
And bit it sometimes, I suppose, —
Put Bruin sadly to his trumps.
At last, determined, up he jumps : —
I'll stop thy noisy buzzing now,
Says he ; I know precisely how.
No sooner said than done.
He seized a paving-stone ;
And, by his modus operandi,
Did both the fly and man die.
'A foolish friend may cause more woe
Than could, indeed, the wisest foe.
70 BOOK VIII. FABLE XI.
THE TWO FRIENDS.
Two friends, in Monomotapa,
Had all their interests combined.
Their friendship, faithful and refined,
Our country can't exceed, do what it may.
One night, when potent Sleep had laid
All still within our planet's shade,
One of the two gets up, alarmed,
Runs over to the other's palace,
And hastily the servants rallies.
His startled friend, quick armed,
With purse and sword his comrade meets,
And thus right kindly greets : —
Thou seldom com'st at such an hour ;
I take thee for a man of sounder mind
Than to abuse the time for sleep designed.
Hast lost thy purse by Fortune's power ?
Here's mine. Hast suffered insult, or a blow ?
I've here my sword — to avenge it let us go.
No, said his friend, no need I feel
Of either silver, gold, or steel ;
I thank thee for thy friendly zeal.
In sleep I saw thee rather sad,
And thought the truth might be as bad ;
Unable to endure my fear,
That ugly dream has brought me here.
BOOK VIII. FABLZ XII.
Which think you, reader, loved the most ?
If doubtful this, one truth may be proposed:
There's nothing sweeter than a real friend : ^/
Not only is he prompt to lend —
An angler delicate, he fishes
The very deepest of your wishes,
And spares your modesty the task
His friendly aid to ask.
A dream, a shadow, wakes his fear,
When pointing at the object dear.
THE HOG, THE GOAT, AND THE SHEEP.
A goat, a sheep, and porker fat,
All to the market rode together.
72 BOOK VIII. FABLE XII.
Their own amusement was not that
Which caused their journey thither.
Their coachman did not mean to "set them down"
To see the shows and wonders of the town.
The porker cried, in piercing squeals,
As if with butchers at his heels.
The other beasts, of milder mood,
The cause by no means understood.
They saw no harm, and wondered why
At such a rate the hog should cry.
Hush there, old piggy, said the man,
And keep as quiet as you can.
What wrong have you to squeal about,
And raise this fiendish deafening shout 9
These stiller persons at your side
Have manners much more dignified.
Pray, have you heard
A single word
Come from that gentleman in wool ?
That proves him wise. It proves him fool,
The testy hog replied ;
For, did he know
To what we go,
He'd cry almost to split his throat ;
So would her ladyship the goat.
They only think to lose with ease,
The goat her milk, the sheep his fleece :
They're, may be, right ; but as for me,
This ride is quite another matter.
Of service only on the platter,
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIII 73
My death is quite a certainty.
Adieu, my dear old piggery !
The porker's logic proved at once
Himself a prophet and a dunce.
Hope ever gives a present ease,
But fear beforehand kin's :
The wisest he who least foresees
THYRSIS AND AMARAJNTH.
FOR MADEMOISELLE DE SILLERY.
I had the Phrygian quit,
Charmed with Italian wit ; *
But a divinity
Would on Parnassus see
A fable more from me.
Such challenge to refuse,
Without a good excuse,
Is not the way to use
Divinity or muse.
Especially to one
Of those who truly are,
By force of being fair,
* Referring to his Tales, in which he had borrowed many subjects
74 BOOK VIII. FABLE XIII
Made queens of human will,
A thing should not be done
In all respects so ill.
For, be it known to all,
From Sillery the call
Has come for bird, and beast,
And insects, to the least,
To clothe their thoughts sublimn
In this my simple rhyme.
In saying Sillery,
All's said that need to be.
Her claim to it so good,
Few fail to give her place
Above the human race :
How. -could they, if they would?
Now come we to our end : —
As she opines, my tales
Are hard to comprehend ;
For even genius fails
Some things to understand ;
So let us take in hand
To make unnecessary,
For once, a commentary.
Come shepherds now, — and rhyme Ave afterwards
The talk between the wolves and fleecy herds.
To Amaranth, the young and fair,
Said Thyrsis. once, with serious air, —
O, if you knew, like me, a certain ill
~ . . - ' T I
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIII.
With which we men are harmed,
As well as strangely charmed,
No boon from Heaven your heart could like it fill!
Please let me name it in your ear, —
A harmless word, — you need not fear.
Would I deceive you ? you, for whom I bear
The tenderest sentiments that ever were?
Then Amaranth replied,
What is its name ? I beg you, do not hide. —
'Tis love. — The word is beautiful ; reveal
Its signs and symptoms, how it makes one feel. —
Its pains are ecstasies. So sweet its stings,
The nectar-cups and incense-pots of kings,
Compared, are flat, insipid things.
One strays all lonely in the wood —
Leans silent o'er the placid flood,
And there, with great complacency,
A certain face can see —
'Tis not one's own — but image fair,
Following every where.
For all the rest of human kind,
One is as good, in short, as blind.
There is a shepherd wight, I ween,
Well known upon the village green,
Whose voice, whose name, whose turning of the -linge,
Excites upon the cheek a richer tinge —
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIV.
The thought of whom is signal for a sigh —
The breast that heaves it knows not why —
Whose face the maiden fears to see,
Yet none so welcome still as he. —
Here Amaranth cut short his speech :
O ! O ! is that the evil which you preach ?
To me, I think, it is no stranger ;
I must have felt its power and danger. —
Here Thyrsis thought his end was gained,
When further, thus, the maid explained :
'Tis just the very sentiment
Which I have felt for Clidamant !
The other, vexed and mortified,
Now bit his lips, and nearly died.
Like him are multitudes, who, when
Their own advancement they have meant,
Have played the game of other men.
THE FUNERAL OF THE LIOJNESS.
The lion's consort died :
Crowds, gathered at his side,
Must needs console the prince,
And thus their loyalty evince
By compliments of course,
Which make affliction worse
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIV.
Officially he cites
His realm to funeral rites,
At such a time and place ;
His marshals of the mace
Would order the affair.
Judge you if all came there.
Meantime, the prince gave way
To sorrow, night and day.
With cries of wild lament
His cave he well nigh rent ;
And from his courtiers, far and near,
Sounds imitative you might hear.
The court a country seems to me,
Whose people are no matter what, —
Sad, gay, indifferent, or not, —
^— As suits the will of majesty ;
Or, if unable so to be,
Their task it is to seem it all —
Chameleons, monkeys, great and small.
'Twould seem one spirit serves a thousand bodies
A paradise, indeed, for soulless noddies.
But to our tale again :
The stag graced not the funeral train ;
Of tears his cheeks bore not a stain ;
For how could such a thing have been,
When death avenged him on the queen,
Who, not content with taking one,
Had choked to death his wife and son ?
The tears, in truth, refused to run.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIV.
A flatterer, who watched the while,
Affirmed that he had seen him smile.
If, as the wise man somewhere saith,
A king's is like a lion's wrath,
What should King Lion's be but death ?
The stag, however, could not read ;
Hence paid this proverb little heed,
And walked, intrepid, towards the throne :
When thus the king, in fearful tone : —
Thou caitiff of the wood !
Presum'st to laugh at such a time ?
Joins not thy voice the mournful chime ?
We suffer not the blood
Of such a wretch profane
Our sacred claws to stain.
Wolves, let a sacrifice be made ;
Avenge your mistress' awful shade.
§ire, did the stag reply,
The time for tsars is quite gone by ;
For in the flowers, not far from here,
Your worthy consort did appear ;
Her form, in spite of my surprise,
I could not fail to recognize.
My friend, said she, beware
Lest funeral pomp about my bier,
When I shall go with gods to share.
Compel thine eye to drop a tear.
With kindred saints I rove
In the Elysian grove,
And taste a sort of bliss
Unknown in worlds like this.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XV. 79
Still, let the royal sorrow flow
Its proper season here below;
'Tis not unpleasing, I confess.
The king and court scarce hear him out:
Up goes the loud and welcome shout— •»
A miracle ! an apotheosis !
And such at once the fashion is.
So far from dying in a ditch,
The stag retires with presents rich.
x.—Amuse the ear of royalty
With pleasant dreams and flattery, —
No matter what you may have done,
Nor yet how high its wrath may run, —
The bait is swallowed — object won.
THE RAT AJND THE ELEPHANT.
One's own importance to enhance,
Inspirited by self-esteem,
Is quite a common thing in France ;
A French disease it well might seem.
/^ The strutting cavaliers of Spain
Are in another manner vain.
Their pride has more insanity,
More silliness our vanity.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XV.
Let's shadow forth our own disease —
Well worth a hundred tales like these.
A rat, of quite the smallest size,
Fixed on an elephant his eyes,
And jeered the beast of high descent
Because his feet so slowly went.
Upon his back, three stories high,
There sat, beneath a canopy,
A certain sultan of renown,
His dog, and cat, and concubine,
His parrot, servant, and his wine,
All pilgrims to a distant town.
The rat professed to be amazed
That all the people stood and gazed
With wonder, as he passed the road,
Both at the creature and his load.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XVI. 81
As if, said he, to occupy
A little more of land or sky
Made one, in view of common sense,
Of greater worth and consequence !
What see ye, men, in this parade,
That food for wonder need be made ?
The bulk which makes a child afraid?
In truth, I take myself to be,
In all respects, as good as he.
And further might have gone his vaunt ;
But, darting down, the cat
Convinced him that a rat
Is smaller than an elephant
On death we mortals often run,
Just by the roads we take to shun.
A father's only heir, a son,
Was over-loved and doted on
So greatly, that astrology
Was questioned what his fate might ba
The man of stars this caution gave —
That, until twenty years of age,
No lion, even in a cage,
The boy should see, — his life to save.
82 BOOK VIII. FABLE XVI.
The sire, to silence every fear
About a life so very dear,
Forbade that any one should let
His son beyond his threshold get
Within his palace walls, the boy
Might all that heart could wish enjoy —
Might with his mates walk, leap, and run,
And frolic in the wildest fun.
When come of age to love the chase,
That exercise was oft depicted
To him as one that brought disgrace,
To which but blackguards were addicted.
But neither warning nor derision
Could change his ardent disposition.
The youth, fierce, restless, full of blood,
Was prompted by the boiling flood
To love the dangers of the wood.
The more opposed, the stronger grew
His mad desire. The cause he knew
For which he was so closely pent ;
And as, where'er he went,
In that magnificent abode,
Both tapestry and canvass showed
The feats he did so much admire,
A painted lion roused his ire.
Ah, monster ! cried he, in his rage,
'Tis you that keep me in my cage.
With that, he clinched his fist,
To strike the harmless beast —
BOOK VIII. FA.BLE XVI.
And did his hand empale
Upon a hidden nail !
And thus this cherished head,
For which the healing art
But vainly did its part,
Was hurried to the dead
By caution blindly meant
To shun that sad event,
The poet iEschylus, 'tis said,
By much the same precaution bled.
A conjurer foretold
A house woulu 1 crush him in its fall ; — •
Forth sallied he, though old,
From town and roof-protected hall,
And took his lodgings, wet or dry,
Abroad, beneath the open sky.
An eagle, bearing through the air
A tortoise for her household fare,
Which first she wished to break,
The creature dropped, by sad mistake,
Plump on the poet's forehead bare,
As if it were a naked rock —
^*^vTo iEschylus a fatal shock !
From these examples, it appears,
This art, if true in any wise,
Makes men fulfil the very fears
Engendered by its prophecies.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XVI.
But from this charge I justify,
By branding it a total lie.
I don't believe that Nature's powers
Have tied her hands, or pinioned ours,
By marking on the heavenly vaul
Our fate, without mistake or fault
That fate depends upon conjunctions
Of places, persons, times, and tracks,
And not upon the functions
Of more or less of quacks.
A king and clown beneath one planet's nod
Are born ; one Avields a sceptre, one a hod.
But it is Jupiter that wills it so !
And who is he ? A soulless clod.
How can he cause such different powers to flow
Upon the aforesaid mortals here below ?
And how, indeed, to this far distant ball
Can he impart his energy at all ? —
How pierce the ether deeps profound,
The sun, and globes that whirl around ?
A mote might turn his potent ray
Forever from its earthward way.
Will find it, then, in starry cope,
The makers of the horoscope?
The war with which all Europe's now afflicted -
Deserves it not by them to've been predicted?
Yet heard we not a whisper of it,
Before it came, from any prophet.
The suddenness of passion's gush,
Of wayward life the headlong rush, —
BOOK VIII. FABLE XVII. 85
Permit they that the feeble ray
Of twinkling planet, far away,
Should trace our winding, zigzag course ?
And yet this planetary force,
As steady as it is unknown,
These fools would make our guide alone —
Of all our varied life the source !
Such doubtful facts as I relate —
The petted child's and poet's fate —
Our argument may well admit.
The blindest man that lives in France
The smallest mark would doubtless hit —
Once in a thousand times — by chance.
THE ASS AND THE DOG.
Dame Nature, our respected mother,
Ordains that we should aid each other. -
The ass this ordinance neglected,
Though not a creature ill-affected.
Along the road a dog and he
One master followed silently.
Their master slept : meanwhile, the ass
Applied his nippers to the grass,
Much pleased in such a place to stop,
Though there no thistle he could crop.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XVII.
He would not be too delicate,
Nor spoil a dinner for a plate,
Which, but for that, his favorite dish,
Were all that any ass could wish.
My dear companion, Towser said, —
'Tis as a starving dog I ask it, —
Pray lower down your loaded basket,
And let me get a piece of bread.
No answer — not a word ! — indeed,
The truth was, our Arcadian steed
Feared lest, for every moment's flight,
His nimble teeth should lose a bite.
At last, I counsel you, said he, to wait
Till master is himself awake,
Who then, unless I much mistake,
Will give his dog the usual bait.
Meanwhile, there issued from the wood
A creature of the wolfish brood,
Himself by famine sorely pinched.
At sight of him, the donkey flinched,
And begged the dog to give him aid.
The dog budged not, but answer made,-
I counsel thee, my friend, to run,
Till master's nap is fairly done ;
There can, indeed, be no mistake,
That he will very soon awake.
Till then, scud off with all your might ;
And should he snap you, in your flight,
This ugly wolf — why, let him feel
The greeting of your well -shod heel.
BOOK VIII. FAELE XVIII. 87
I do not doubt at all but that
Will be enough to lay him flat.
But ere he ceased, it was too late ;
The ass had met his cruel fate.
XThus selfishness we reprobate.
THE PASHAW AJND THE MERCHANT
A trading Greek, for want of law,
Protection bought of a pasha w;
And like a nobleman he paid,
Much rather than a man of trade —
Protection being, Turkish-wise, ♦
A costly sort of merchandise.
So costly was it, in this case,
The Greek complained, with tongue and face.
Three other Turks, of lower rank,
Would guard his substance as their own,
And all draw less upon his bank
Than did the great pashaw alone.
The Greek their olfer gladly heard,
And closed the bargain with a word.
The said pashaAv was made aware,
And counseled, with a prudent care,
These rivals to anticipate,
By sending them to heaven's gate,
88 BOOK VIII. FABLE XVIII.
As messengers to Mahomet —
Which measure should he much delay,
Himself might go the self-same way,
By poison offered secretly,
Sent on, before his time, to be
Protector to such arts and trades
As flourish in the world of shades.
On this advice, the Turk — no gander —
Behaved himself like Alexander.*
Straight to the merchant's, firm and stable,
He went, and took a seat at table.
Such calm assurance there was seen,
Both in his words and in his mien,
That e'en that weasel-sighted Grecian
Could not suspect him of suspicion.
My friend, said he, I know you've quit me,
•And some think caution would befit me,
Lest to despatch me be your plan:
But, deeming you too good a man
To injure either friends or foes
With poisoned cups or secret blows,
I drown the thought, and say no more.
But, as regards the three or four
Who take my place,
I crave your grace
To listen to an apologue.
* Who took the medicine presented to him by his physician Philip,
the moment after he had received a letter announcing that that very
man designed to poison him. — Akrian, L. II. Chap. XIV.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XVIII.
A shepherd, with a single dog,
Was asked the reason why-
He kept a dog, whose least supply
Amounted to a loaf of bread
For every day. The people said
He'd better give the animal
To guard the village seignisr's hall :
For him, a shepherd, it would be
A thriftier economy
To keep small curs, say two or three,
That would not cost him half the food,
And yet for watching be as good
The fools, perhaps, forgot to tell
If they would fight the wolf as well.
The silly shepherd, -giving heed,
Cast off his dog of mastiff breed,
And took three dogs to watch his cattle,
Which ate far less, but fled in battle.
His flock such counsel lived to rue,
As, doubtlessly, my friend, will you.
If wise, my aid again you'll seek —
And so, persuaded, did the Greek.
Not vain our tale, if it convinces
Small states that 'tis a wiser thing
To trust a single powerful king,
Than half a dozen petty princes.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIX.
THE USE OF KNOWLEDGE.
Between two citizens
A controversy grew.
The one was poor, but much he knew :
The other, rich, with little sense,
Claimed that, in point of excellence,
The merely wise should bow the knee
To all such moneyed men as he.
The merely fools, he should have said ;.—/'
For why should wealth hold up its head,
When merit from its side hath fled ?
My friend, quoth Bloated-purse
To his reverse,
BOOK VIII. FABLE XIX. 91
You think yourself considerable.
Pray, tell me, do you keep a table ?
What com-s of this ince-sant reading,
In point of lodging, clothing, feeding?
it gives one, true, the highest chamber,
One coat for June and for December,
His shadow for his sole attendant,
And hunger always in th' ascendant.
What profits h- his country, too,
Who scarcely ever spends a sou —
Will, haply, be a public charge ?
Who profits more the state at large,
Than he whos* luxuries dispense
Among the people wealth immense ?
We set the streams of life a flowing ;
We set all sort-s of trades a going.
The spinner, weaver, sewer, vender,
And many a wearer, fair and tender,
All live and flourish on the spender —
As do, indeed, th<3 reverend rooks,
Who waste their time in making books.
These words, so full of impudence,
Received their proper recompense.
The man of letters held his peace,
Though much he might have said with ease.
A war avenged him soon and well ;
In it their common city fell.
Both fled abroad: the ignorant,
By fortune thus brought down to want,
92 BOOK VIII. FABLE XX.
Was treated every where with scorn, ■--
And roamed about, a wretch forlorn ;
Whereas the scholar, every where,
Was nourished by the public care.
Let fools the studious despise :
There's nothing lost by being wise.
JUPITER AND THE THUNDERBOLTS.
Said Jupiter, one day,
As on a cloud he lay,
Observing all our crimes,
Come, let us change the times,
By leasing out anew
/A world whose wicked crew
Have wearied out our grace,
And cursed us to our face.
Hie hellward, Mercury ;
A Fury bring to me,
The direst of the three.
Race nursed too tenderly f
This day your doom shall be.
E'en while he spoke their fate,
His wrath besran to moderate.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XX. 93
O kings, with whom his will
Hath lodged our good and ill,
Your wrath and storm between
One night should intervene
The god of rapid wing
And lip unfaltering
To sunless regions sped,
And met the sisters dread.
To grim Tisiphone
And pale Megsera, he
Preferred, as murderess,
This choice so roused the fiend,
By Pluto's beard she swore
The human race no more
Should be by handfuls gleaned,
But in one solid mass
Th' infernal gates should pass.
But Jove, displeased with both
The Fury and her oath,
Despatched her back to hell.
And then a bolt he hurled
Down on a faithless world,
Which in a desert fell.
Aimed by a father's arm,
It caused more fear than harm.
(All fathers strike aside.)
What did from this betide ?
Our evil race grew bold,
BOOK VIII. FABLE XX.
Resumed their wicked tricks,
Increased them manifold,
Till, all Olympus through,
Indignant murmurs flew :
When, swearing hy the Styx.
The sire that rules the air
Storms promised to prepare
More terrible and dark,
Which should not miss their mark.
A father's wrath it is !
The other deities
All in one voice exclaimed ;
And, might the thing be named,
Some other god would make
Bolts better for our sake.
This Vulcan undertook.
His rumbling forges shook
And glowed with fervent heat,
While Cyclops blew and beat
Forth from the plastic flame
Two sorts of bolts there came.
Of these, one misses not:
'Tis by Olympus shot, —
That is, the gods at large.
The other, bearing wide,
Hits mountain-top or side,
Or makes a cloud its targe.
And this it is alone
Which leaves the father's throne.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXI. 95
THE FALCON AND THE CAPON.
You often hear a sweet, seductive call :
If wise, you hasten towards it not at all, —
And, if you heed* my apologue,
You act like John de Nivelle's dog.*
A capon, citizen of Mans,
Was summoned from a throng
To answer to the village squire,
Before tribunal called the fire.
The matter to disguise,
The kitchen sheriff' wise
Cried, Biddy — Biddy — Biddy ! —
But not a moment did he —
This Norman and a half f —
The smooth official trust.
Your bait, said he, is dust, —
And I'm too old for chaff.
Meantime, a falcon, on his perch,
Observed the flight and search.
* A dog which, according to the French proverb, ran away when
his master called him.
f Though the Normans are proverbial for their shrewdness, the
French have, nevertheless, a proverb that they come to Paris to be
hanged. Hence La Fontaine makes his capon, who knew how to
shun a similar fate, Ic JYormand et dcmi — the Norman and a half
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXI.
In man, by instinct or experience,
The capons have so little confidence,
That this was not without much trouble caught,
Though for a splendid supper sought.
To lie, the morrow night,
In brilliant candle light,
Supinely on a dish,
Midst viands, fowl, and fish,
With all the ease that heart could wish —
This honor, from his master kind,
The fowl would gladly have declined.
Outcried the bird of chase,
As in the weeds he eyed the skulker's face, —
Why, what a stupid, blockhead race !
Such witless, brainless fools
Might well defy the schools.
For me, I understand
To chase at word
The swiftest bird,
Aloft, o'er sea or land ;
At slightest beck,
To perch upon my master's hand.
There, at his window he appears —
He waits thee — hasten — hast no ears ?
Ah! that I have, the fowl replied ;
But what from master might betide ?
Or cook, with cleaver at his side ?
Return you may for such a call,
But let me fly their fatal hall ;
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXII. 97
And spare your mirth at my expense,:
Whate'er I lack, 'tis not the sense
N To know that all this sweet-toned breath
Is spent to lure me to my death. •
If you had seen upon the spit
As many of the falcons roast
As I have of the capon host,
You would not thus reproach my wit
. FABLE XXII.
THE CAT AND THE RAT.
Four creatures, wont to prowl, —
Sly Grab-and-Snatch, the cat,
Grave Evil-bode, the owl,
Thief Nibble-stitch, the rat,
And Madam Weasel, prim and fine, —
Inhabited a rotten pine.
A man their home discovered there,
And set, one night, a cunning snare.
The cat, a noted early-riser,
Went forth, at break of day,
To hunt her usual prey.
Not much the wiser
For morning's feeble ray,
The noose did suddenly surprise her.
Waked by her strangling cry,
Gray Nibble-stitch drew nigh:
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXII.
As full of joy was he
As of despair was she,
For in the noose he saw
• His foe of mortal paw.
Dear friend, said Mrs. Grab-and-Snatch,
Do, pray, this hempen cord detach.
I've always known your skill,
And often your good will ;
Now help me from this worst of snares,
In which 1 fell at unawares.
'Tis by a sacred right,
You, sole of all your race,
By special love and grace,
Have been my favorite —
The darling of my eyes.
'Twas ordered by celestial cares,
No doubt ; I thank the blessed skies,
That, going out to say my prayers,
As cats devout each morning do,
This net has made me pray to you.
Come, fall to work upon the cord. —
Replied the rat, And what reward
Shall pay me, if I dare ?
Why, said the cat, I swear
To be your firm ally :
These powerful claws are yours,
Which safe your life insures.
I'll guard from quadruped and fowl ;
I'll eat the Weasel and the owl.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXII. 99
Ah, cried the rat, you fool!
I'm quite too wise to be your tool.
He said, and sought his snug retreat,
Close at the rotten pine-tree's feet,
Where plump he did the weasel meet ;
Whom shunning by a happy dodge,
He climbed the hollow trunk to lodge ;
And there the savage owl he saw.
Necessity became his law,
And down he went, the rope to gnaw.
Strand after strand in two he bit,
And freed, at last, the hypocrite.
That moment came the man in sight;
The new allies took hasty flight.
A good while after that,
Our liberated cat
Espied her favorite rat,
Quite out of reach, and on his guard.
My friend, said she, 1 take your shyness hard ;
Your caution wrongs my gratitude ;
Approach, and greet your stanch ally.
Do you suppose, dear rat, that I
Forget the solemn oath I mewed ?
Do I forget, the rat replied,
To what your nature is allied ?
To thankfulness, or even pity,
Can cats be ever bound by treaty?
Alliance from necessity
Is safe just while it has to be.
100 BOOK VIII. FABLE
THE TORRENT AND THE RIVER.
With mighty rush and roar,
Adown a mountain steep
A torrent tumbled, — swelling o'er
Its rugged banks, — and bore
Vast ruin in its sweep.
The traveller were surely rash
To brave its whirling, foaming dash.
But one, by robbers sorely pressed,
Its terrors haply put to test.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXIV. 101
They were but threats of foam and sound,
The loudest where the least profound.
With courage from his safe success,
His foes continuing to press,
He met a river in his course.
-On stole its waters, calm and deep,
So silently they seemed asleep :
All sweetly cradled, as I ween,
In sloping banks, and gravel clean,
They threatened neither man nor horse
Both ventured ; but the noble steed,
That saved from robbers by his speed,
From that deep water could not save ;
Both went to drink the Stygian wave ;
Both went to cross, (but not to swim,)
Where reigns a monarch stern and grim,
Far other streams than ours.
Still men are men of dangerous powers ;
Elsewhere, 'tis only ignorance that cowers.
Lapluck and Csesar brothers were, descended
From dogs by Fame the most commended,
Who falling, in their puppyhood,
To different masters anciently,
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXIV.
One dwelt and hunted in the boundless wood ;
From thieves the other kept a kitchen free.
At first, each had another name ;
But, by their bringing up, it came,
While one improved upon his nature,
The other grew a sordid creature,
Till, by some scullion called Lapluck,
The name ungracious ever stuck.
To high exploits his brother grew,
Put many a stag at bay, and tore
Full many a trophy from the boar ;
In short, him first, of all his crew,
The world as Csesar knew ;
And care was had, lest, by a baser mate,
His noble blood should e'er degenerate.
Not so with his neglected brother;
To him no mate excelled another;
And, by the laws of population,
His race became a countless nation —
The common turnspits throughout France :
Where danger is, they don't advance : —
Precisely the antipodes
Of what we call the Caesars, these.
Oft falls the son below his sire's estate ;
Through want of care all things degenerate.
For lack of nursing Nature and her gifts,
What crowds from gods become mere kitchen thrifts
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXV. *103
THE TWO DOGS AND THE DEAD ASS.
The Virtues should be sisters, hand in hand,
Since banded brothers all the Vices stand ;
When one of these our hearts attacks,
All come in file ; there only lacks,
From out the cluster, here and there,
A mate of some antagonizing pair,
That can't agree the common roof to share.
But all the Virtues, as a sisterhood,
Have scarcely ever in one subject stood.
We find one brave, but passionate ;
Another prudent, but ingrate.
Of beasts, the dog may claim to be
The pattern of fidelity ;
But, for our teaching little wiser,
He's both a fool and gormandizer.
For proof, I cite two mastiffs, that espied
A dead ass floating on a water wide.
The distance growing more and more,
Because the wind the carcass bore, —
My friend, said one, your eyes are best ;
Pray let them on the water rest :
What thing is that I seem to see ?
An ox, or horse ? what can it be ?
Hey ! cried his mate ; what matter which,
Provided we could get a flitch?
104 BOOK VIII. FABLE XXV.
It doubtless is our lawful prey :
The puzzle is to find some way
To get the prize ; for wide the space
To swim, with wind against your face.*
Let's drink the flood ; our thirsty throats
Will gain the end as well as boats.
The water swallowed, by and by
We'll have the carcass, high and dry —
Enough to last a week, at least.
Both drank as some do at a feast ;
Their breath was quenched before their thirst,
And presently the creatures burst !
And such is man. Whatever he
May set his soul to do or be,,.
To him is possibility.
How many vows he makes !
How many steps he takes !
How does he strive, and pant, and strain,
Fortune's or Glory's prize to gain !
Jf round my farm off well I must,
Or fill my coffers with the dust,
Or master Hebrew, science, history, —
I make my task to drink the sea.
One spirit's projects to fulfil,
Four bodies would require ; and still
* Did La Fontaine, to enhance the folly of these dogs, make them
bad judges of the course of the wind ? or did he forget what he had
■aid a few lines above? — Ed.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXVI. 105
The work would stop half done ;
The lives of four Methuselahs,
Placed end to end for use, alas !
Would not suffice the wants of one.
DEMOCRITUS AND THE PEOPLE OF ABDERA
How do I hate the tide of vulgar thought !
Profane, unjust, with childish folly fraught,
It breaks and bends the rays of truth divine,
And by its own conceptions measures mine.
Famed Epicurus' master tried
The power of this unstable tide.
His country said the sage was mad —
The simpletons ! But why ? —
No prophet ever honor had
Beneath his native sky.
Democritus, in truth, was wise ;
The mass were mad, with faith in lies.
So far this error went,
That all Abdera sent
To old Hippocrates
To cure the sad disease.
Our townsman, said the messengers,
Appropriately shedding tears,
Hath lost his wits ! Democritus,
By study spoiled, is lost to us.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXVI.
Were he but filled with ignorance,
We should esteem him less a dunce.
He saith that worlds like this exist,
An absolutely endless list, —
And peopled, even, it may be,
With countless hosts as wise as we !
But, not contented with such dreams,
His brain with viewless "atoms" teems,
Instinct with deathless life, it seems.
And, never stirring from the sod below,
He weighs and measures all the stars ;
And, while he knows the universe,
Himself he doth not know.
Though noAv his lips he strictly bars,
He once delighted to converse.
Come, godlike mortal, try thy art divine
Where traits of worst insanity combine.
Small faith the great physician lent,
But still, perhaps more readily, he went
And mark what meetings strange
Chance causes in this world of change !
Hippocrates arrived in season,
Just as his patient (void of reason !)
Was searching whether reason's home,
In talking animals and dumb,
Be in the head, or in the heart,
Or in some other local part.
All calmly seated in the shade,
Where brooks their softest music made.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXVTI. 107
He traced, with study most insane,
The convolutions of a brain ;
And at his feet lay many a scroll —
The works of sages on the soul.
[ndeed, so much absorbed was he,
His friend, at first, he did not see.
A pair so admirably matched
Their compliments erelong despatched.
In time and talk, as well as dress,
The wise are frugal, I confess.
Dismissing trifles, they began
At once with eagerness to scan
The life, and soul, and laws of man ;
Nor stopped till they had travelled o'er all
The ground, from physical to moral.
My time and space would fail
To give the full detail.
But 1 have said enough to show
How little 'tis the people know.
How true, then, goes the saw abroad —
Their voice is but the voice of God !
THE WOLF AND THE HUNTER.
Thou lust of gain, — foul fiend, whose evil eyes
Regard as nought the blessings of the skies, —
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXVII.
Must I forever battle thee in vain ?
How long demandest thou to gain
The meaning of my lessons plain ?
Will constant getting never cloy ?
Will man ne'er slacken to enjoy ?
Haste, friend ; thou hast not long to live :
Let me the precious word repeat,
And listen to it, I entreat ;
A richer lesson none can give —
The sovereign antidote for sorrow —
ENJOY. — I will. — But when ? — To-morrow.
Ah ! death may take you on the way ;
Why not enjoy, I ask, to-day ?
Lest envious fate your hopes ingulf,
As once it served the hunter and the wolf.
The former, with his fatal bow,
A noble deer had laid full low :
A fawn approached, and quickly lay
Companion of the dead,
For side by side they bled.
Could one have wished a richer prey ?
Such luck had been enough to sate
A hunter wise and moderate.
Meantime a boar, as big as e'er was taken,
Our archer tempted, proud, and fond of bacon.
Another candidate for Styx,
Struck by his arrow, foams and kicks.
But strangely do the shears of Fate
To cut his cable hesitate.
BOOK VIII. FABLE XXVII. 109
Alive, vet dying-, there he lies,
A glorious ana a dangerous prize.
And was not this enough ? Not quite,
To fill a conqueror's appetite ;
For, ere the boar was dead, he spied
A partridge by a furrow's side —
A trifle to his other game.
Once more his bow he drew ;
The desperate boar upon him came,
And, in his dying vengeance, slew :
The partridge thanked him as she flew.
Thus much is to the covetous addressed ;
The miserly shall have the rest
A wolf, in passing, saw that woful sight
O Fortune, cried the savage, with delight,
A fane to thee I'll build outright !
Four carcasses ! how rich ! but spare —
I'll make them last — such luck is rare,
(The miser's everlasting plea.)
They'll last a month, for — let me see —
One, two, three, four — the weeks are four,
If I can count — and some days more.
Well, two days hence
And I'll commence.
Meantime, the string upon this bow
I'll stint myself to eat ;
For, by its mutton-smell, I know
'Tis made of entrails sweet
BOOK Vlil. FABLE XXVII.
His entrails rued the fatal weapon,
Which while he heedlessly did step on,
The arrow pierced his bowels deep, .-
And laid him lifeless on the heap. - *
Hark, stingy souls ! insatiate leeches !
Our text this solemn duty teaches, —
Enjoy the present ; do not wait
To share the wolf's or hunter's fate.
THE FAITHLESS DEPOSITARY.
Thanks to Memory's daughters nine,
Animals have graced my line :
Higher heroes in my story
Might have won me less of glory.
Wolves, in language of the sky,
Talk with dogs throughout my verse ;
BOOK IX. FABLE I.
Beasts with others shrewdly vie,
Representing characters ;
Fools in furs not second hand,
Sages hoofed or feathered, stand :
Fewer truly are the latter,
More the former — ay, and fatter.
Flourish also in my scene
Tyrants, villains, mountebanks,
Beasts incapable of thanks,
Beasts of rash and reckless pranks,
Beasts of sly and flattering mien ;
Troops of liars, too, I ween, s~S'
As to men, of every age,
All are liars, saith the sage.
Had he writ but of the low,
One could hardly think it so ;
But that human mortals, all,
Lie like serpents, great and small,
Had another certified it,
I, for one, should have denied it
He who lies in iEsop'|s way,
Or like Homer, minstrel gray,
Is no liar, sooth to say.
Charms that bind us like a dream,
Offspring of their happy art,
Cloaked in fiction, more than seem
^^—Truth to offer to the heart.
Both have left us works which 1
Think unworthy e'er to die.
BOOK IX. FABLE I. 113
Liar call not him who squares
All his ends and aims with theirs ;
Bat from sacred truth to vary,
Like the false depositary,
Is to be, by every rule,
Both a liar and a fool.
The story goes —
A man of trade,
In Persia, with his neighbor made
Deposit, as he left the state,
Of iron, say a hundred weight
Returned, said he, My iron, neighbor.
Your iron ! you have lost your labor;
I grieve to say it, — 'pon my soul,
A rat has eaten up the whole.
My men were sharply scolded at,
But yet a hole, in spite of that,
Was left, as one is wont to be
In every barn or granary,
By which crept in that rascal rat.
Admiring much the novel thief,
The man affected full belief.
Erelong his faithless neighbor's child
He stole away, — a heavy lad, —
And then to supper bade the dad,
Who thus plead off in accents sad : —
It was but -yesterday I had
A boy as fine as ever smiled,
An only son, as dear as life,
The darling of myself and wife.
BOOK IX. FABLE I.
Alas ! we have him now no more,
And every joy with us is o'er.
.Replied the merchant, Yesternight,
By evening's faint and dusky ray,
I saw a monstrous owl alight,
And bear your darling son away
To yonder tottering ruin gray.
Can I believe you, when you say
An owl bore off so large a prey ?
How could it be ? the father cried ;
The thing is surely quite absurd ;
My son with ease had killed the bird.
The how of it, the man replied,
Is not my province to decide ;
I know I saw your son arise,
Borne through the air before my eyes.
Why should it seem a strange affair,
Moreover, in a country where
A single rat contrives to eat
A hundred pounds of iron meat,
That owls should be of strength to lift ye
A booby boy that weighs but fifty ?
The other plainly saw the trick,
Restored the iron very quick,
And got, with shame as well as joy,
Possession of his kidnapped boy.
The like occurred two travellers between.
One was of those
Who wear a microscope, I ween,
Each side the nose.
BOOK IX. KABI.E 11.
Would you believe their tales romantic,
Our Europe, in its monsters, beats
The lands that feel the tropic heats,
Surcharged with all that is gigantic.
This p rsori, feeling free
To use the trope hyperbole.
Had s-en a cabbage with his eyes
Exceeding any house in size.
And I have seen, the other cries,
Resolved to leave his fellow in the lurch,
A pot that would have held a church.
Why, friend, don't give that doubting look, —
The pot was made your cabbages to cook, \s*
This pot- discoverer was a wit;
The ion-monger, too, was wise.
To such absurd and ultra lies
Their answers were exactly tit
'Twere doing honor overmuch,
To reason or dispute with such.
To overbid them is the shortest path,
And less provocative of wrath.
THE TWO DOVES.
Two doves once cherished for each other
The love that brother hath for brother.
116 BOOK IX. FABLE II.
But one, of scenes domestic tiring, .
To see the foreign world aspiring,
Was fool enough to undertake
A journey long, o'er land and lake.
What plan is this ? the other cried ;
Would'st quit so soon thy brother's side ?
This absence is the worst of ills ;
Thy heart may bear, but rne it kills.
Pray, let the dangers, toil, and care,
Of which all travellers tell, .
Your courage somewhat quell.
Still, if the season later were —
O wait the zephyrs ! — hasten not --
Just now the raven, on his oak,
In hoarser tones than usual spoke.
My heart forebodes the saddest lot, — ■
The falcons, nets — Alas, it rains !
My brother, are thy wants supplied —
Provisions, shelter, pocket-guide,
And all that unto health pertains ?
These words occasioned some demur
In our imprudent traveller.
But restless curiosity
Prevailed at last; and so said he, —
The matter is not worth a sigh ;
Three days, at most, will satisfy,
And then, returning, I shall tell
You all the wonders that befell,
With scenes enchanting and sublime
Shall sweeten all our coming time
BOOK IX. FABLE II. 117
Who seeth nought, hath nought to say.
My travel's course, from day to day, f
Will be the source of great delight
A store of tales I shall relate, —
Say there I lodged at such a date,
And saw there such and such a sight
You'll think it all occurred to you. —
On this, both, weeping, bade adieu.
Away the lonely wanderer flew. —
A thunder-cloud began to lower;
He sought, as shelter from the shower,
The only tree that graced the plain,
Whose leaves ill turned the pelting rain.
The sky once more serene above,
On flew our drenched and dripping dove,
And dried his plumage as he could.
Next, on the borders of a wood,
He spied some scattered grains of wheat.
Which one, he thought, might safely eat ;
For there another dove he saw. —
He felt the snare around him draw !
This wheat was but a treacherous bait
To lure poor pigeons to their fate.
The snare had been so long in use,
With beak and wings he struggled loose :
Some feathers perished while it stuck ;
But, what was worst in point of luck,
A hawk, the cruelest of foes,
Perceived him clearly as he rose,
BOOK IX. FABLE II.
Off dragging-, like a runaway,
A piece of string. The bird of prey
Had bound him, in a moment more,
Much faster than he was before,
But from the clouds an eagle came,
And made the hawk himself his game.
By war of robbers profiting,
The dove for safety plied the wing,
And, lighting on a ruined wall,
Believed his dangers ended all.
A roguish boy had there a sling,
We must confess,)
And, by a most unlucky fling,
Half killed our hapless dove ;
Who now, no more in love
With foreign travelling,
And lame in leg and wing,
Straight homeward urged his crippled flight,
Fatigued, but glad, arrived at night,
In truly sad and piteous plight.
The doves rejoined, I leave you all to say,
What pleasure might their pains repay.
Ah, happy lovers, would you roam? —
Pray, let it not be far from home.
To each the other ought to be
A world of beauty ever new ;
In each the other ought to see
The whole of what is good and true.
BOOK IX. FABLE III. 119
Myself have loved ; nor would I then,
For all the wealth of crowned men,
Or arch celestial, paved with gold,
The presence of those woods have sold,
And fields, and banks, and hillocks, which
Were by the joyful steps made rich,
And smiled beneath the charming- eyes
Of her who made my heart a prize —
To whom I pledged it, nothing loath,
And sealed the pledge with virgin oath.
Ah, when will time such moments bring again ?
To me are sweet and charming objects vain —
My soul forsaking to its restless mood ?
O, did my withered heart but dare
To kindle for the bright and good,
Should not I find the charm still there ?
Is love, to me, with things that were ?
THE MONKEY AND THE LEOPARD.
A monkey and a leopard were
The rivals at a country fair.
Each advertised his own attractions.
Said one, Good sirs, the highest place
My merit knows ; for, of his grace,
The king hath seen me face to face ;
120 BOOK IX. FABLE III.
And, judging by his looks and actions,
I gave the best of satisfactions.
When I am dead, 'tis plain enough,
My skin will make his royal muff.
So richly is it streaked and spotted,
So delicately waved and dotted,
Its various beauty cannot fail to please
And, thus invited, every body sees ;
But soon they see, and soon depart.
The monkey's show-bill to the mart
His merits thus sets forth the while,
All in his own peculiar style : —
Come, gentlemen, I pray you, come ;
In magic arts I am at home.
The whole variety in which
My neighbor boasts himself so rich,
Is to his simple skin confined,
While mine is living in the mind.
Your humble servant, Monsieur Gille,
The son-in-law to Tickleville,
Pope's monkey, and of great renown,
Is now just freshly come to town,
Arrived in three bateaux, express,
Your worships to address ;
For he can speak, you understand ;
Can dance, and practise sleight of hand
Can jump through hoops, and balance sticks ;
In short, can do a thousand tricks ;
And all for blancos six —
Not, messieurs, for a sou.
And, if you think the price won't do
BOOK IX. FABLE IV. 121
When you have seen, then he'll restore
Each man his money at the door.
The ape was not to reason blind ;
For who in wealth of dress can find
Such charms as dwell in wealth of mind?
One meets our ever-new desires,
The. other in a moment tires.
Alas ! how many lords there are,
Of mighty sway and lofty mien,
Who, like this leopard at the fair,
-~~ Show all their talents on the skin !
THE ACORN AND THE PUMPKIN.
God's works are good. This truth to prove,
Around the world I need not move ;
I do it by the nearest pumpkin.
This fruit so large, on vine so small,
Surveying once, exclaimed a bumpkin —
What could He mean who made us all ?
He's left this pumpkin out of place.
If I had ordered in the case,
Upon that oak it should have hung-r-
A noble fruit as ever swung
To grace a tree so firm and strong.
122 BOOK IX. FABLE IV.
Indeed, it was a great mistake,
As this discovery teaches,
That I myself did not partake
His counsels whom my curate preaches.
All things had then in order come ;
This acorn, for example,
Not bigger than my thumb,
Had not disgraced a tree so ample.
The more I think, the more I wonder
To see outraged proportion's laws,
And that without the slightest cause ;
God surely made an awkward blunder.
With such reflections proudly fraught,
Our sage grew tired of mighty thought,
And threw himself on Nature's lap,
Beneath an oak, to take his nap.
Plump on his nose, by lucky hap,
An acorn fell : he Avaked, and in
The matted beard that graced his chin,
He found the cause of such a bruise
As made him different language use.
O! O! he cried; I bleed! I bleed!
And this is what has done the deed !
But, truly, what had been my fate,
Had this had half a pumpkin's weight!
1 see that God had reasons good,
And all his works well understood.
Thus home he went in humbler mood.
BOOK IX. FABLE V.
THE SCHOOL-BOY, THE PEDANT, AND THE
• OWNER OF A GARDEN.
A boy, who savored of his school, —
A double rogue and double fool, —
By youth and by the privilege
Which pedants have, by ancient right,
To alter reason and abridge, —
A neighbor robbed, with fingers light,
Of flowers and fruit. This neighbor had,
Of fruits that make the autumn glad,
The very best — and none but he.
Each season brought, from plant and tree,
1JOOK IX. FABLE V.
To him its tribute ; for, in spring,
His was the brightest blossoming.
One day, he saw our hopeful lad
Perched on the finest tree he had,
Not only stuffing down the fruit,
But spoiling, like a Vandal brute,
The buds that play advance-courier
Of plenty in the coming year.
The branches, too, he rudely tore,
And carried things to such a pass,
The owner sent his servant o'er
To tell the master of his class.
The latter came, and came attended
By all the urchins of his school,
And thus one plunderer's mischief mended
By pouring in an orchard-full.
It seems the pedant was intent
On making public punishment,
To teach his boys the force of law,
And strike their roguish hearts with awe.
The use of which he first must show
From Virgil and from Cicero,
And many other ancients noted,
From whom, in their own tongues, he quoted.
So long, indeed, his lecture lasted,
While not a single urchin fasted,
That, ere its close, their thievish crimes
Were multiplied a hundred times.
I hate all eloquence and reason
Expended plainly out of season.
BOOK IX. FABLE VI. 125
Of all the blockheads that have cursed
The earth while they have fed on't,
Tiie roguish school-boy is the worst —
Except the pedant
The better of these neighbors two
For me, I'm sure, would never do.
THE SCULPTOR AND THE STATUE OF JUPITER.
A block of marble was so fine,
To buy it did a sculptor hasten.
What shall my chisel, now 'tis mine-
A god, a table, or a basin ?
A god, said he, the thing shall be ;
I'll arm it, too, with thunder.
Let people quake, and bow the knee
With reverential wonder.
So well the cunning artist wrought
All things within a mortal's reach,
That soon the marble wanted nought
Of being Jupiter, but speech.
Indeed, the man whose skill did make
Had scarcely laid his chisel down.
126 BOOK IX. FABLE VI.
Before himself began to quake,
And fear his manufacture's frown.
And even this excess of faith
The poet once scarce fell behind,
The hatred fearing-, and the wrath,
Of gods the product of his mind.
This trait we see in infancy
Between the baby and its doll,
Of wax or china, it may be —
A pocket stuffed, or folded shawl.
Imagination rules the heart :
And here we find the fountain head
From whence the pagan errors start,
That o'er the teeming nations spread.
With violent and flaming zeal.
Each takes his own chimera's part ;
Pygmalion doth a passion feel
For Venus chiseled by his art
All men, as far as in them lies,
Create realities of dreams.
To truth our nature proves but ice ;
To falsehood, fire it seems.
BOOK IX. FABLE VII. 127
THE MOUSE METAMORPHOSED INTO A MAID.
A mouse once from an owl's beak fell ;
I'd not have picked it up, I wis ;
A Bramin did it : very well ;
Each country has its prejudice.
The mouse, indeed, was sadly bruised.
Although, as neighbors, we are used
To be more kind to many others,
The Bramins treat the mice as brothers.
The notion haunts their heads, that when
The soul goes forth from dying men,
It enters worm, or bird, or beast,
As Providence or Fate is pleased ;
And on this mystery rests their law,
Which from Pythagoras they're said to draw.
And hence the Bramin kindly prayed
To one who knew the wizard's trade,
To give the creature, wounded sore,
The form in which it lodged before.
Forthwith the mouse became a maid,
Of years about fifteen ;
A lovelier was never seen.
She would have waked, I ween,
In Priam's son, a fiercer flame
Than did the beauteous Grecian dame.
128 BOOK IX. FABLE VII.
Surprised at such a novelty,
The Bramin to the damsel cried,
Your choice is free ;
For every he
Will seek you for his bride.
Said she, Am 1 to have a voice ?
The strongest, then, shall be my choice.
O sun! the Bramin cried, this maid is thine,
And thou shalt be a son-in-law of mine.
No, said the sun, this murky cloud, it seems,
In strength exceeds me, since he hides my beams
And him I counsel you to take.
Again the reverend Bramin spake —
O cloud, on-flying with thy stores of water,
Pray, wast thou born to wed my daughter ?
Ah, no, alas ! for, you may see,
The wind is far too strong for me.
My claims with Boreas' to compare,
I must confess, I do not dare.
O wind, then cried ttie Bramin, vexed,
And wondering what would hinder next,—
Approach, and, with thy sweetest air,
Embrace — possess — the fairest fair.
The wind, enraptured, thither blew; —
A mountain stopped him as he flew.
To him now passed the tennis-ball,
And from him to a creature small.
Said he, Pd wed the maid, but that
I've had a quarrel with the rat
BOOK IX. FABLE VII. 129
A fool were I to take the bride
From one so sure to pierce my side.
The rat! It thrilled the damsel's ear;
The name at once seemed sweet and dear.
The rat ! 'Twas one of Cupid's blows ;
The like full many a maiden knows ;
But all of this beneath the rose.
One smacketh ever of the place
Where first he showed the world his face.
Thus far the fable 's clear as light ;
But, if we take a nearer sight,
There lurks within its drapery
Somewhat of graceless sophistry ;
For who, that worships e'en the glorious sun,
Would not prefer to wed some cooler one ?
And doth a flea's exceed a giant's might,
Because the former can the latter bite ?
And, by the rule of strength, the rat
Had sent his bride to wed the cat ;
From cat to dog, and onward still
To wolf or t : ger, if you will:
Indeed, the fabulist might run
A circle backward to the sun. —
But to the change the tale supposes, —
In learned phrase, metempsychosis.
The very thing the wizard did
Its falsity exposes —
If that indeed were ever hid.
130 BOOK IX. FABLE VII.
According to the Bramins' plan,
The proud, aspiring soul of man,
And souls that dwell in humbler forms
Of rats and mice, and even worms,
All issue from a common source,
And, hence, they are the same of course.
Unequal but by accident
Of organ and of tenement,
They use one pair of legs, or two,
Or e'en with none contrive to do,
As tyrant matter bids them to.
Why, then, could not so fine a frame
Constrain its heavenly guest
To wed the solar flame ?
A rat her love possessed.
In all respects, compared and weighed,
The souls of men and souls of mice
Quite different are made, —
Unlike in sort as well as size.
Each fits and fills its destined part
As Heaven doth well provide ;
Nor witch, nor fiend, nor magic art,
Can set their laws aside.
BOOK IX. FABLE VIII. 131
THE FOOL WHO SOLD WISDOM.
Of fools come never in the reach ;
No rule can I more wisely teach.
Nor can there be a better one
Than this, — distempered heads to shun.
We often see them, high and low.
They tickle e'en the royal ear,
As privileged and free from fear
They hurl about them joke and jeer,
At pompous lord or silly beau.
A fool, in town, did wisdom cry;
The people, eager, flocked to buy.
Each for his money got,
Paid promptly on the spot,
Besides a box upon the head,
Two fathoms' length of thread.
The most were vexed — but quite in vain;
The public only mocked their pain.
The wiser they who nothing said,
But pocketed the box and thread.
To search the meaning of the thing
Would only laughs and hisses bring.
Hath reason ever guarantied
The wit of fools in speech or deed?
'Tis said of brainless heads in France,
The cause of what they do is chance.
132 BOOK IX. FABLE IX.
One dupe, however, needs must know
What meant the thread, and what die blow ;
So asked a sage, to make it sure.
They're both hieroglyphics pure,
The sage replied, without delay;
All people well advised will stay
From fools this fibre's length away,
Or get — I hold it sure as fate —
The other symbol on the pate.
So far from cheating you of gold,
The fool this wisdom fairly sold.
THE OVSTER AND 'THE LITIGANTS.
Two pilgrims on the sand espied
An oyster thrown up by the tide.
In hope, both swallowed ocean's fruit ;
But ere the fact there came dispute.
While one stooped down to take the prey,
The other pushed him quite away.
Said he, 'twere rather meet
To settle which shall eat.
Why, he who first the oyster saw
Should be its eater, by the law ;
The other should but see him do it
Replied his mate, If thus you view it,
BOOK IX. FABLE IX.
All's well ; the lucky eye is mine.
But I've an eye not worse than thine,
The other cried, and, on my life,
I saw it first; so ends the strife.
You saw it, did you ? Grant it true,
I saw it then, and felt it too.
Amidst this sweet affair,
Arrived a person very big,
Ycleped Sir Nincom Periwig.
They made him judge, — to set the matter square.
Sir Nincom, with a solemn face,
Took up the oyster and the case :
In opening both, the first he swallowed,
And, in due time, his judgment followed.
Attend : the court awards you each a shell
Cost free ; depart in peace, and use them well.
BOOK IX. FABLE X.
Foot up the cost of suits at law,
The leavings reckon and awards,
The cash you'll see Sir Nincom draw,
And leave the parties — purse and cards.
THE WOLF AND THE LEAN DOG
A troutling, some time since,*
Endeavored vainly to convince
A hungry fisherman
Of his unfitness for the frying-pan.
That controversy made it plain
That letting go a good secure,
In hope of future gain,
Is but imprudence pure.
The fisherman had reason good —
The troutling did the best he could -
Both argued for their lives.
Now, if my present purpose th rives,
I'll prop my former proposition
By building on a small addition.
A certain wolf, in point of wit
The prudent fisher's opposite,
A dog once finding far astray,
Prepared to take him as his prey.
* See Book V. Fablo III.
BOOK IX. FABLE X. 135
The dog his leanness plead ;
Your lordship, sure, he said,
Cannot be very eager
To eat a dog so meagre.
To wait a little do not grudge
The wedding of my master's only daughter
Will cause of fitted calves and fowls a slaughter
And then, as you yourself can judge,
I cannot help becoming fatter.
The wolf, believing, waived the matter,
And so, some days therefrom,
Returned with sole design to see
If fat enough his dog might be.
The rogue was saw at home :
He saw the hunter through the fence.
My friend, said he, please wait :
I'll be with you a moment hence,
And fetch our porter of the gate.
This porter was a dog immmse,
That left to wolves no future tense.
Suspicion gave our wolf a jog, —
It might not be so safely tampered.
My service to your porter dog,
Was his reply, as off he scampered.
His legs proved better than his head,
And saved him life to learn his trade.
136 BOOK IX. FABLE XI.
JNOTHLNG TOO MUCH.
Look where we will throughout creation,
We- look in vain for moderation. *^/
There is a certain golden mean,
Which nature's sovereign Lord, I ween,
Designed the path of all forever.
Doth one pursue it ? Never.
E'en things which by their nature bless,
Are turned to curses by excess.
The grain, best gift of Ceres fair,
Green waving in the genial air,
By overgrowth exhausts the soil ;
By superfluity of leaves
Defrauds the treasure of its sheaves,
And mocks the busy farmer's toil.
Not less redundant is the tree,
So sweet a thing is luxury.
The grain within due bounds to keep,
Their Maker licenses the sheep
The leaves excessive to retrench.
In troops they spread across the plain,
And, nibbling down the hapless grain,
Contrive to spoil it, root and branch.
So, then, with license from on high,
The wolves are sent on sheep to prey;
BOOK IX. FABLE XII. 137
The whole the greedy gluttons slay ;
Or, if they don't, they try.
Next, men are sent on wolves to take
The vengeance now condign :
In turn the same abuse they make
Of this behest divine.
Of animals, the human kind
Are to excess the most inclined.
On low and high we make the charge, —
Indeed, upon the race at large.
There liveth not the soul select
That sinneth not in this respect.
Of " Nought too much," the fact is,
All preach the truth, — none practise. — .....
From bowers of gods the bees came down to man.
On Mount Hymettus, first, th.py say,
They made their home, and stored away
The treasures which the zephyrs fan.
When men had robbed these daughters of the sky,
And left their palaces of nectar dry, —
Or, as in French the tiling's explained,
When hives were of their honey drained, —
BOOK IX. FABLE XIII.
The spoilers 'gan the wax to handle,
And fashioned from it many a candle.
Of th?se, one, seeing clay, made brick by fire,
Remain uninjured by the teeth of time,
Was kindled into great desire
For immortvlity sublime.
And so this new Empedocles
Upon the blazing pile one sees,
Self- doomed by purest folly
To fate so melancholy.
The candle lacked philosophy.
All things are made diverse to be.
To wander from our destined tracks —
There cannot be a vainer wish.
But this Empedocles of wax,
That melted in the chafing-dish,
Was truly not a greater fool
Than he of whom we read at school.
JUPITER AND THE PASSENGER.
How danger would the gods enrich,
If we the vows remembered which
It drives us to ! But, danger past,
Kind Providence is paid the last
BOOK IX. FABLE XIII. 139
No earthly debt is treated so,
]Now, Jove, the wretch exclaims, will wait
He sends no sheriff to one's gate,
Like creditors below;
But let me ask the dolt
- What means the thunderbolt.
A passenger, endangered by the sea,
Had vowed a hundred oxen good
To him who quelled old Terra's brood.
He had not one : as well might he
Have vowed a hundred elephants.
Arrived on shore, his good intents
Were dwindled to the smoke which rose^.,--'"
An offering merely for the nose,
From half a do?en beefless bones.
Great Jove, said h •, behold my vow !
The fumes of beef thou breathest now
Are all thy godship ever owns :
From debt I therefore stand acquitted.
With seeming smile, the god submitted,
But not long after caught him well,
By sending him a dream, to tell
Of treasure hid. Off ran the liar,
As if to quench a house on fire.
And on a band of robbers fell.
As but a crown he had that day,
He promised them of sterling gold
A hundred talents, truly told ;
Directing where concealed they lay,
In such a village on their wav.
140 BOOK IX. FABLE XIV.
The rogues so much the tale suspected,
Said one, If we should suffer you to,
You'd cheaply get us all detected.
Go, then, and bear your gold to Pluto.
THE CAT AND THE FOX.
The cat and fox, when saints were all the rage,
Together went on pilgrimage.
Arch hypocrites and swindlers, they
By sleight of face and sleight of paw,
Regardless both of right and law,
Contrived expenses to repay,
By eating many a fowl and cheese,
And other tricks as bad as these.
Disputing served them to beguile
Their road of many a weary mile.
Disputing ! but for this resort,
The world would go to sleep, in short.
Our pilgrims, as a thing of course,
Disputed till their throats were hoarse.
Then, dropping to a lower tone,
They talked of this, and talked of that,
Till Renard whispered to the cat,
You think yourself a knowing one :
How many cunning tricks have you ?
For I've a hundred, old and new,
BOOK IX. FABLE XIV. 141
All ready in my haversack.
The cat replied, I do not lack,
Though with but one provided.
And, truth to honor, for that matter,
I hold it than a thousand better.
In fresh dispute they sided ;
And loudly were they at it, when
Approached a mob of dogs and men.
Now, said the cat, your tricks ransack,
And put your cunning brains to rack,
One life to save ; I'll show you mine —
A trick, you see, for saving nine.
With that, she climbed a lofty pine.
The fox his hundred ruses tried,
And yet no safety found.
A hundred times he falsified
The nose of every hound —
Was here, and there, and every where,
Above, and under ground ;
But yet to stop he did not dare.
Pent in a hole, it was no joke
To meet the terriers or the smoke.
So, leaping into upper air,
He met two dogs, that choked him there.
Expedients may be too many,
Consuming time to choose and try.
On one, but that as good as any,
'Tis best in danger to rely.
142 BOOK IX. FABL.K XV.
THE CAT AND THE THRUSH.
A thrush that sang one rustic ode
Once made a garden his abode,
And gave the owner such delight,
He grew a special favorite.
Indeed, his landlord did his best
To make him safe from every foe ;
The ground about his lowly nest
Was undisturbed by spade or hoe.
And yet his song was still the same ;
It even grew somewhat more tame.
At length Grimalkin spied the pet,
Resolved that he should suffer yet,
And laid his plan of devastation
So as to save his reputation ;
For, in the house, from looks demure.
He passed for honest, kind, and pure.
Professing search of mice and moles,
He through the garden daily strolls,
And never seeks our thrush to catch ;
But, when his consort comes to hatch,
Just eats the young ones at a batch.
The sadness of the pair bereaved
Their generous guardian sorely grieved.
But yet it could not be believed
BOOK IX. FABLE XV. 143
His faithful cat was in the wrong",
Though so the thrush said in his song.
The cat was therefore favored still
To walk the garden at his will ;
And hence the birds, to shim the pest,
Upon a pear-tree built their nest.
Though there it cost them vastly more,
'Twas vastly better than before.
And Gaffer Thrush directly found
His throat, when raised above the ground,
Gave forth a softer, sweeter sound.
New tunes, moreover, he had caught,
By perils and afflictions taught,
And found new things to sing about :
New scenes had brought new talents out
So, while, improved beyond a doubt,
His own old song more clearly rang,
Far better than themselves he sang
The chants and trills of other birds ;
He even mocked Grimalkin's words
With such delightful humor that
He gained the Christian name of Cat
Let Genius tell, in verse and prose,
How much to praise and friends it owes.
Good Sense may be, as I suppose,
As much indebted to its foes.
144 BOOK IX. FABLE XVI.
THE TREASURE AND THE TWO MEN.
A man whose credit failed, and, what was worse,
Who lodged a demon in his purse, —
That is to say, lodged nothing there, —
By self-suspension in the air, r—
Concluded his accounts to square,
Since, should he not, he understood,
From various tokens, famine would —
A death for which no mortal wight
Had ever yet an appetite.
A ruin, crowned with ivy green,
Was of his tragedy the scene.
His hangman's noose he duly tied,
And then to drive a nail he tried ; —
But by his blows the wall gave way,
Now tremulous and old,
Disclosing to the light of day
A sum of hidden gold.
He clutched it up, and left Despair
To struggle with his halter there.
Nor did the much- delighted man
E'en stop to count it as he ran.
But, while he went, the owner came,
Who loved it with a secret flame,
Too much indeed for kissing, —
And found his money — missing !
BOOK IX. FABLE XVI. 145
O Heavens ! he cried, shall I
Such riches lose, and still not die ?
Shall I not hang ? — as I, in fact,
Might justly do if cord I lacked ;
But now, without expense, I can;
This cord here only lacks a man.
The saving was no saving clause ;
It suffered not his heart to falter,
Until it reached its final pause
As full possessor of the halter. —
'Tis thus the miser often grieves.
Whoe'er the benefit receives
Of what he owns, he nev^r must —
Mere treasurer for thieves,
Or relatives, or dust.
But what say we about the trade
In this affair by fortune made ?
Why, what but that it was just like her?
In freaks like this delighteth she.
The shorter any turn may be,
The better it is sure to strike her.
It fills that goddess full of glee
A self-suspended man to see ;
And that it does especially,
When made so unexpectedly.
BOOK IX. FABLE XVII.
THE MONKEY AND THE CAT.
Sly Bertrand and Ratto in company sat,
(The one was a monkey, the other a cat,)
Co-servants and lodgers :
More mischievous codgers
Ne'er messed from a platter, since platters were flat.
Was any thing wrong in the house or about it,
The neighbors were blameless, — no mortal could
doubt it ;
For Bertrand was thievish, and Ratto, so nice,
More attentive to cheese than he was to the mice.
One day the two plunderers sat by the fire,
Where chestnuts were roasting, with looks of desire.
BOOK IX. FABLE XVII. 147
To steal them would be a right noble affair.
A double inducement our heroes drew there —
'Twould benefit them, could they swallow their fill,
And then 'twould occasion to somebody ill.
Said Bertrand to Ratto, My brother, to-day
Exhibit your powers in a masterly way,
And take me these chestnuts, I pray.
Which, were I but otherwise fitted
(As I am ingeniously witted)
For pulling things out of the flame,
Would stand but a pitiful game.
'Tis done, replied Ratto, all prompt to obey ,
And thrust out his paw in a delicate way
First giving the ashes a scratch,
He opened the coveted batch ;
Then lightly and quickly impinging,
He drew out, in spite of the singeing,
Une after another, the chestnuts at last, —
While Bertrand contrived to devour them as tast
A servant girl enters. Adieu to the fun.
Our Ratto was hardly contented, says one. —
No more are the princes, by flattery paid
For furnishing help in a different trade,
And burning their fingers to bring
More power to some mightier king.
148 BOOK IX. FABLE XVIII.
THE KITE AND THE 1NIGHTINGALE
A noted thief, the kite,
Had set a neighborhood in fright.
And raised the clamorous noise
Of all the village boys,
When, by misfortune, — sad to say, —
A nightingale fell in his way.
Spring's herald begged him not to eat
A bird for music — not for meat.
O spare ! cried she, and I'll relate
The crime of Tereus and his fate. —
What's Tereus ? Is it food for kites ? —
No, but a king, of female rights
The villain spoiler, whom I taught
A lesson with repentance fraught ;
And, should it please you not to kill,
My song about his fall
Your very heart shall thrill,
As it, indeed, does all. —
Replied the kite, A pretty thing,
When I am faint and famishing,
To let you go and hear you sing !
Ah, but I entertain the king ! —
Well, when he takes you, let him hear
Your tale, full wonderful, no doubt ;
For me, a kite, I'll go without
An empty stomach hath no ear. ^-y^
BOOK IX. FABLE XIX.
THE SHEPHERD AM) HIS FLOCK.
What ! shall I lose them one by one,
This stupid, coward throng ?
And never shall the wolf have done ?
They were at least a thousand strong 1 ,
But still they've let poor Robin fall a prey !
Ah, woe's the day !
Poor Robin Wether lying dead !
He followed for a bit of bread
His master through the crowded city,
And would have followed, had he led,
Around the world. O ! what a pity !
My pipe, and even step, he knew;
To meet me when I came, he flew ;
In hedge-row shade we napped together;
Alas, alas, my Robin Wether !
When Willy thus had duly said
His eulogy upon the dead,
And unto everlasting fame
Consigned poor Robin Wether's name,
He then harangued the flock at large,
From proud old chieftain rams
Down to the smallest lambs,
Addressing them this weighty charge, —
Against the wolf, as one, to stand,
BOOK IX. FABLE XIX.
In firm, united, fearless band,
By which they might expel him from their land.
Upon their faith, they would not flinch,
They promised him, a single inch.
We'll choke, said they, the murderous glutton
Who robbed us of our Robin Mutton.
Their lives they pledged against the beast,
And Willy gave them all a feast.
But evil Fate, than Phoebus faster,
Ere night, had brought a new disaster :
A wolf there came. By nature's law,
The total flock were prompt to run ;
And yet 'twas not the wolf they saw,
But shadow of him, from the setting sun.
Harangue a craven soldiery,
What heroes they will seem to be !
But let them snuff the smoke of battle,
Or even hear the ramrods rattle,
Adieu to all their spunk and mettle ;
Your own example will be vain,
And exhortations, to retain
The timid cattle.
THE TWO RATS, THE FOX 7 AND THE EGG
ADDRESS TO MADAM DE LA SABL1ERE.
You, Iris, 'twere an easy task to praise ;
But you refuse the incense of my lays.
In this you are unlike all other mortals,
Who welcome all the praise that seeks their portals ,
Not one who is not soothed by sound so sweet.
For me to blame this humor were not meet,
By gods and mortals shared in common,
And, in the main, by lovely woman.
That drink, so vaunted by the rhyming trade,
That cheers the god who deals the thunder-blow,
And oft intoxicates the gods below, —
The nectar, Iris, — is of praises made.
You taste it not. But, in its place,
Wit, science, even trifles, grace
Your bill of fare ; but, for that matter,
The world will not believe the latter.
Well, leave the world in unbelief.
Still, science, trifles, fancies light as air,
I hold, should mingle in a bill of fare,
Each giving each its due relief;
As, where the gifts of Flora fall,
On different flowers we see
Alight the busy bee,
Educing sweet from all.
Thus much premised, don't think it strange,
Or aught beyond my muse's range,
If e'en my fables should infold,
Among their nameless trumpery,
The traits of a philosophy
Far-famed as subtile, charming, bold.
They call it new — the men of wit ;
Perhaps you have not heard of it*
* Madam de ]a Sabliere was one of the most learned women of the
age in which she lived, and knew more of the philosophy of Descartes,
BOOK X. FABLE I. 153
My verse will tell you what it means : —
They say that beasts are mere machines ;
That, in their doings, every thing
Is done by virtue of a spring —
No sense, nor soul, nor notion,
But matter merely — set in motion ; —
Just such the watch in kind,
Which joggeth on, to purpose blind.
Now ope, and read within its breast —
The place of soul is by its wheels possessed.
One moves a second, that a third,
Till finally its sound is heard.
And now the beast, our sages say,
Is moved precisely in this way.
An object strikes it in a certain place :
The spot thus struck, without a moment's space,
To neighboring parts the news conveys :
Thus sense receives it through the chain,
And takes impression. — How ? Explain. —
Not I. They say, by sheer necessity,
From will as well as passion free,
The animal is found the thrall
Of movements which the vulgar call
Joy, sadness, pleasure, pain, and love —
The cause extrinsic and above. —
Believe it not. What's this I hold ?
Why, sooth, it is a watch of gold —
m which she was a believer, than our poet ; but she dreaded the repu-
tation of a " Blue-stocking," and for this reason La Fontaine addresses
her as if she might be ignorant of the Cartesian theory.
Its life, the mere unbending of a spring.
And we ? — are quite a different thing.
Hear how Descartes — Descartes, whom all applaud,
Whom pagans would have made a god,
Who holds, in fact, the middle place
'Twixt ours and the celestial race,
About as does the plodding ass
From man to oyster as you pass —
Hear how this author states the case •
Of all the tribes to being brought
By our Creator out of nought,
I only have the gift of thought.
Now, Iris, you will recollect
We were by older science taught
That when brutes think, they don't reflect.
Descartes proceeds beyond the wall,
And says they do not think at all.
This you believe with'ease;
And so could I, if I should please.
Still, in the forest, when, from morn
Till midday, sounds of dog and horn
Have terrified the stag forlorn ; —
When he has doubled forth and back,
And labored to confound his track,
Till tired and spent with efforts vain -
An ancient stag, of antlers ten ; —
He puts a younger in his place,
All fresh, to weary out the chase. —
What thoughts for one that merely grazes !
The doublings, turnings, windings, mazes,
BOOK X. FABLE
The substituting fresher bait,
Were worthy of a man of state —
And worthy of a better fate !
To yield to rascal dogs his breath
Is all the honor of his death.
And when the partridge danger spies,
Before her brood have strength to rise,
She wisely counterfeits a wound,
And drags her wing upon the ground —
Thus, from her home, beside some ancient log,
Safe drawing off the sportsman and his dog ;
And while the latter seems to seize her,
The victim of an easy chase —
Your teeth are not for such as me, sir,
And laughs the former in his face.
Far north, 'tis said, the people live
In customs nearly primitive;
That is to say, are bound
[n ignorance profound : —
I mean the people human ;
For animals are dwelling there
With skill such buildings to prepare
As could on earth but few men.
Firm laid across the torrent's course,
Their work withstands its mighty force,
So damming it from shore to shore,
That, gliding smoothly o'er,
In even sheets the waters pour.
156 BOOK X. FABLE I.
Their work, as it proceeds, they grade and bevel,
Or bring it up to plumb and level ;
First lay their logs, arid then with mortar smear,
As if directed by an engineer.
Each labors for the public good ;
The old command, the youthful brood
Cut down, and shape, and place the wood.
Compared with theirs, e'en Plato's model state
Were but the work of some apprentice pate.
Such are the beaver folks, who know
Enough to house themselves from snow,
And bridge, though they can swim, the pools.
Meanwhile, our kinsmen are such fools,
In spite of their example,
They dwell in huts less ample,
And cross the streams by swimming,
However cold and brimming!
Now, that the skilful beaver
Is but a body void of spirit,
• From whomsoever I might hear it,
I would believe it never.
But I go further in the case.
Pray listen while I tell
A thing which lately fell
From one of truly royal race.*
A prince beloved by Victory,
The north's defender, here shall be
My voucher and your guaranty;
* John Sobicski
BOOK X. FABLE I.
Whose mighty name alone
Commands the sultan's throne,
The king* whom Poland calls her own.
This king declares (kings cannot lie, we hear
That, on his own frontier,
Some animals there are
Engaged in ceaseless v/ar ;
From age to age the quarrel runs,
Transmitted down from sires to sons ;
(These beasts, he says, are to the fox akin ;)
And with more skill no war hath been,
By highest military powers,
Conducted in this age of ours.
Guards, piquets, scouts, and spies,
And ambuscade that hidden lies,
The foe to capture by surprise,
And many a shrewd appliance
Of that pernicious, cursed science,
The daughter of the Stygian wave,
And mother harsh of heroes brave,
Those military creatures have.
To chant their feats a bard we lack,
Till Death shall give* us Homer back.
And should he such a wonder do,
And, while his hand was in, release
Old Epicurus' rival * too,
What would the latter say to facts like these ?
Why, as I've said, that nature does such things,
In animals, .by means of springs ;
158 BOOK X. FABLE I.
That Memory is but corporeal ;
And that, to do the things arrayed
So proudly in my story all,
The animal but needs her aid.
At each return, the object, so to speak,
Proceeds directly to her store
With keenest optics — there to seek
The image it had traced before,
Which, found, proceeds forthwith to act
Just as at first it did, in fact,
By neither thought nor reason backed.
Not so with us, beasts perpendicular ;
With us kind Heaven is more particular.
Self-ruled by independent mind,
We're not the sport of objects blind,
Nor e'en to instinct are consigned.
I walk ; I talk ; I feel the sway
Of power within
This nice machine
It cannot but obey.
This power, although with matter linked,
Is comprehended as distinct.
Indeed, 'tis comprehended better,
In truth and essence, than is matter.
O'er all our arts it is supreme.
But how doth matter understand
Or hear its sovereign lord's command ?
Here doth a difficulty seem :
I see the tool obey the hand ;
BOOK X. FABLE I. 159
But then the hand — who guideth it?
Who guides the stars, in order fit ?
Perhaps each mighty world,
Since from its Maker hurled,
Some angel may have kept in custody.
However that may be,
A spirit dwells in such as we ;
It moves our limbs ; we feel its mandates now ;
We see and know it rules, but know not how;
Nor shall we know, indeed,
Till in the breast of God we read.
And, speaking in all verity,
Descartes is just as ignorant as we ;
In things beyond a mortal's ken,
He knows no more than other men.
But, Iris, I confess to this,
That in the beasts of which I speak
Such spirit it wereTain to seek,
For man its only temple is.
Yet beasts must have a place
Beneath our godlike race,
Which no mere plant requires,
Although the plant respires.
But what shall one reply
To what I next shall certify ?
Two rats, in foraging, fell on an egg, —
For gentry such as they
A genteel dinner every way ;
They needed not to find an ox's leg.
160 BOOK X. FABLE I.
Brimful of joy and appetite,
They were about to sack .the box,
So tight without the aid of locks,
When suddenly there came in sight
A personage — Sir Pullet Fox.
Sure, luck was never more untoward
Since Fortune was a vixen fro ward !
How should they save their egg and bacon ?
Their plunder couldn't then be bagged ;
Should it in forward paws be taken,
Or rolled along, or dragged ?
Each method seemed impassible,
And each was then of danger full.
Necessity, ingenious mother,
Brought forth what helped them from their pother
As still there was a chance to save their prey, —
The spunger yet some hundred yards away, —
One seized the egg, and turned upon his back,
And then, in spite of many a thump and thwack,
That would have torn, perhaps, a coat of mail,
The other dragged him by the tail.
Who dares the inference to blink,
That beasts possess wherewith to think ?
Were 1 commissioned to bestow
This power on creatures here below,
The beasts should have as much of mind
As infants of the human kind.
Think not the latter from their birth ?
It hence appears there are on earth
BOOK X. FABLE I. 16]
That have the simple power of thought
Where reason hath no knowledge wrought.
And on this wise an equal power I'd. yield
To all the various tenants of the field ;
Not reason such as in ourselves we find,
But something more than any mainspring blind
A speck of matter I would subtilize
Almost beyond the reach of mental eyes ; —
An atom's essence, one might say,
An extract of a solar ray,
More quick and pungent than a flame of fire, —
For if of flame the wood is sire,
Cannot the flame, itself refined,
Give some idea of the mind ?
Comes not the purest gold
From lead, as we are told ?
To feel and choose, my work should soar —
Unthinking judgment — nothing more.
No monkey of my manufacture
Should argue from his sense or fact, sure :
But my allotment to mankind
Should be of very different mind.
We men should share in double measure,
Or rather have a twofold treasure ; —
The one the soul, the same in all
That bear the name of animal —
The sages, dunces, great and small,
That tenant this our teeming ball ; —
The other, still another soul,
Which should to mortals here belong
162 BOOK X. FABLE II.
In common with the angel throng- ; *
Which, made an independent whole,
Could pierce the skies to worlds of light,
Within a point have room to be, —
Its life a morn, sans noon or night,
Exempt from all destructive change, —
A thing as real as 'tis strange.
In infancy, this child of day-
Should glimmer but a feeble ray :
Its earthly organs stronger grown,
The beam of reason, brightly thrown,
Should pierce the darkness, thick and gross,
That holds the other, prisoned close.
THE MAN AND THE ADDER.
You villain ! cried a man who found
An adder coiled upon the ground ;
To do a very grateful deed
For all the world, I shall proceed.
On this the animal perverse
(I mean the snake ;
Pray don't mistake
The human for the worse)
Was caught and bagged, and, worst ol all,
His blood was by his captor to be spilt
BOOK X. FABLE II.
Without regard to innocence or guilt
Howe'er, to show the why, these words let fall
His judge and jailer, proud and tall : —
Thou type of all ingratitude !
All charity to hearts like thme
Is folly, certain to be rued.
Thou foe of men I
Thy temper and thy teeth malign
Shall never hurt a hair of mine.
The muffled serpent, on his side,
The best a serpent could, replied, —
If all this world's ingrates
Must meet with such a death,
Who from this worst of fates
Could save his breath ?
Upon thyself thy law recoils ;
I throw myself upon thy broils,
Thy graceless revelling on spoils ;
If thou but homeward cast an eye,
Thy deeds all mine will justify.
But strike : my life is in thy hand ;
Thy justice, all may understand,
Is but thy interest, pleasure, or caprice :
Pronounce my sentence on such laws as these.
But gfVe me leave to tell thee, while I can,
The type of all ingratitude is man.—"-.
By such a lecture somewhat foiled,
The other back a step recoiled,
And finally replied, —
BOOK X. FABLE II.
Thy reasons are abusive,
And wholly inconclusive.
I might the case decide
. Because to me such right belongs ;
But let's refer the case of wrongs.
The snake agreed ; they to a cow referred it,
Who, being called, came graciously and heard it
Then, summing up, What need, said she,
In such a case, to call on me ?
The adder's right, plain truth to* bellow ;
For years I've nursed this haughty fellow,
Who, but for me, had long ago
Been lodging with the shades below.
For him my milk has had to flow,
My calves, at tender age, to die.
And for this best of wealth,
And often reestablished health,
What pay, or even thanks, have I ?
Here, feeble, old, and worn, alas !
I'm left without a bite of grass.
Were I but left, it might be weathered ;
But, shame to say it, I am tethered.
And now my fate is surely sadder
Than if my master were an adder,
With brains within the latitude
Of such immense ingratitude.
This, gentles, is my honest view ;
And so I bid you both adieu.
The man, confounded and astonished
To be so faithfully admonished,
BOOK X. FABLE II. 105
Replied, What fools to listen, now,
To this old, silly, dotard cow !
Let's trust the ox. Let's trust, replied
The crawling beast, well gratified.
So said, so done :
The ox, with tardy pace, came on,
And, ruminating o'er the case,
Declared, with very sefious face,
That years of his most painful toil
Had clothed with Ceres' gifts our soil —
Her gifts to men — but always sold
To beasts for higher cost than gold ;
And that for this, for his reward,
More blows than thanks returned his lord ;
And then, when age had chilled his blood,
And men would quell the wrath of Heaven,
Out must be poured the vital flood,
For others' sins, all thamdess given.
So spake the ox ; and then the man : —
Away with such a dull declaimer !
Instead of judge, it is his plan
To play accuser and defamer.
A tree was next the arbitrator,
And made the wrong of man still greater.
It served as refuge from the heat,
The showers, and storms, which madly beat ;
It grew our gardens' greatest pride,
Its shadow spreading far and wide,
And bowed itself with fruit beside.
But yet a mercenary clown
With cruel iron chopped it down.
Behold the recompense for which,
Year after year, it did enrich,
With spring's sweet flowers, and autumn's fruits,
And summer's shade, both men and brutes,
And warmed the hearth with many a limb
Which winter from its«top did trim.
Why could not man have pruned and spared,
And with itself for ages shared ? —
Much scorning thus to be convinced,
The man resolved his cause to gain.
Quoth he, My goodness is evinced
By hearing this, 'tis very plain ;
Then flung the serpent, bag and all,
With fatal force, against a wall.
So ever is it with the great,
With whom the whim doth always run
That Heaven all creatures doth create
For their behoof, beneath the sun —
Count they four feet, or two, or none.
If one should dare the fact dispute,
He's straight set down a stupid brute.
Now, grant it so, — such lords among,
What should be done, or said, or sung?
At distance speak, or hold your tongue.
BOOK X. FABLE III. 167
THE TORTOISE AND THE TWO DUCKS.
A light-brained tortoise, anciently,
Tired of her hole, the world would see.
Prone are all such, self-banished, to roam —
Prone are all cripples to abhor their home.
Two ducks, to whom the gossip told
The secret of her purpose bold,
Professed to have the means whereby
They could her wishes gratify.
Our boundless road, said they, behold !
It is the open air ;
And through it we will bear
You safe o'er land and ocean.
Republics, kingdoms, you will view,
And famous cities, old and new ;
And get of customs, laws, a notion, —
Of various wisdom various pieces,
As did, indeed, the sage Ulysses.
The eager tortoise waited not
To question what Ulysses got,
But closed the bargain on the spot
A nice machine the birds devise
To bear their pilgrim through the skies.
Athwart her mouth a stick they throw :
Now bite it hard, and don't let go,
1.(38 BOOK X. 1 ABLE LV.
They say, and seize each duck an end,
And, swiftly flying, upward tend.
It made the people gape and stare
Beyond the expressive power of words,
To see a tortoise cut the air,
Exactly poised between two birds.
A miracle, they cried, is seen !
There goes the flying tortoise queen !
The queen ! ('twas thus the tortoise spoke ;)
I'm truly that, without a joke.
Much better had she held her tongue ;
For, opening that whereby she clung,
Before the gazing crowd she fell,
And dashed to bits her brittle shell.
* Imprudence, vanity, and babble,
And idle curiosity,
An ever-undivided rabble,
Have all the same paternity.
THE FISHES AND THE CORMORANT.
No pond nor pool within his haunt
But paid a certain cormorant
Its contribution from its fishes,
And stocked his kitchen with good dishes.
BOOK X. FABLE IV. 169
Yet, when old age the bird had chilled,
His kitchen was less amply filled.
All cormorants, however gray,
Must die, or for themselves purvey.
But ours had now become so blind,
His finny prey he could not find ;
And, having neither hook nor net,
His appetite was poorly met.
What hope, with famine thus infested ?
Necessity, whom history mentions
A famous mother of inventions,
The following stratagem suggested : —
He found upon the waters brink
A crab, to which said he, My friend,
A weighty errand let me send ;
Go quicker than a wink —
Down to the fishes sink,
And tell them they are doomed to die ;
For, ere eight days have hastened by,
Its lord will fish this water dry.
The crab, as fast as she could scrabble.
Went down, and told the scaly rabble.
What bustling, gathering, agitation !
Straight up they send a deputation
To wait upon the ancient bird.
Sir Cormorant, whence hast thou heard
This dreadful news ? And what
Assurance of it hast thou got ?
How such a danger can we shun?
Pray tell us, what is to be done?
BOOK X. FABLE IV.
Why, change your dwelling-place, said he.
What, change our dwelling ! How can we ?
O, by your leave, I'll take that care,
And, one by one, in safety bear
You all to my retreat :
The path 's unknown
To any feet,
Except my own.
A pool, scooped out by Nature's hands,
Amidst the desert rocks and sands,
Where human traitors never come,
Shall save your people from their doom.
The fish republic swallowed all,
And, coming at the fellow's call,
Were singly borne away to stock
A pond beneath a lonely rock ;
And there good prophet cormorant,
Proprietor and bailiff sole,
From narrow water, clear and shoal,
With ease supplied his daily want,
And taught them, at their own expense,
That heads well stored with common sense
Give no devourers confidence. —
Still did the change not hurt their case,
Since, had they staid, the human race,
Successful by pernicious art,
Would have consumed as large a part.
What matters who your flesh devours,
Of human or of bestial powers ?
FABLE V. 171
In this respect, or wild or tame,
All stomachs seem to me the same :
The odds is small, in point of sorrow,
Of death to-day, or death to-morrow.
THE BURTER AND HIS COMRADE.
A close-fist had his money hoarded
Beyond the room his till afforded.
His avarice aye growing' ranker,
(Whereby his mind of course grew blanker,)
He was perplexed to choose a banker ;
For banker he must have, he thought,
Or all his heap would come to nought.
I fear, said he, if kept at home,
And other robbers should not come,
It might be equal cause of grief
That I had proved myself the thief.
The thief! Is to enjoy one's pelf
To rob or steal it from one's self?
My friend, could but my pity reach you,
This lesson I would gladly teach you, —
That wealth is weal no longer than
Diffuse and part with it you can :
Without that power, it is a woe.
BOOK X. FABLE V.
Would you for age keep back its flow ?
Age buried 'neath its joyless snow ?
With pains of getting, care of got
Consumes the value, every jot,
Of gold that one can never spare.
To take the load of such a care,
Assistants were not very rare.
The earth was that which pleased him best
Dismissing thought of all the rest,
He with his friend, his trustiest, —
A sort of shovel-secretary, —
Went forth his hoard to bury.
Safe done, a few days afterward,
The man must look beneath the sward —
When, what a mystery ! behold
The rriine exhausted of its gold!
Suspecting, with the best of cause,
His friend was privy to his loss,
He bade him, in a cautious mood,
To come as soon as well he could,
For still some other coins he had,
Which to the rest he wished to add.
Expecting thus to get the whole,
The friend put back the sum he stole,
Then came with all despatch.
The other proved an overmatch :
Resolved at length to save by spending,
His practice thus most wisely mending,
The total treasure home he carried —
No longer hoarded it or buried.
BOOK X. FABLE VI.
Chapfallen was the thief* when gone
He saw his prospects and his pawn.
From this it may be stated,
That knaves with ease are cheated.
THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERDS.
A wolf, replete
With humanity sweet,
(A trait not much suspected,)
On his cruel deeds,
The fruit of his needs, • •
Profoundly thus reflected.
I'm hated, said he,
As joint enemy,
By hunters, dogs, and clowns.
They say I shall die,
And their hue and cry
The very thun^r drowns.
My brethren have fled,
With price on the head,
From England's merry land.
King Edgar came out,
And put them to rout,
With many a deadly band.
174 BOOK X. FABLE VI.
And there's not a squire
But blows up the fire
By hostile proclamation ;
Nor a human brat
Dares cry, but that
Its mother mocks my nation.
And all for what ?
For a sheep with the rot,
Or scabby, mangy ass,
Or some snarling cur,
With less meat than fur,
On which I've broken fast !
Well, henceforth I'll strive
• That nothing alive
Shall die to quench my thirst ;
No lambkin shall fall,
Nor puppy, at all,
To glut my maw accurst.
With grass I'll appease,
Or browse on the trees;
Or die of famine first
What of carcass warm ?
Is it worth the storm
Of universal hate?
As he spoke these words,
The lords of the herds,
All seated at their bait,
BOOK X. FABLE VI.
He saw ; and observed
The meat which was served
Was nought but roasted lamb !
O ! O ! said the beast,
Repent of my feast! —
All butcher as I am -
On these vermin moan, *
Whose guardians e'en
Eat at a rate quadruple ! —
Themselves and their dogs,
As greedy as hogs,
And 1, a wolf, to scruple !
Look out for your wool !
I'll not be a fool ;
The very pet I'll eat ;
The lamb the best looking,
Without any cooking,
I'll strangle from the teat ;
And swallow the dam,
As well as the lamb,
And stop her foolish bleat.
And old Hornie, his sire,
In spite of his ire,
Shall be among my meat !
Well-reasoning beast !
Were we sent to feast
On creatures wild and tame ?
176 BOOK X. FABLE VII.
And shall we reduce
The beasts to the use
Of vegetable game ?
Shall animals not
Have flesb>hook or pot,
As in the age of gold ?
And we claim the right,
In the pride of our might,
Themselves to have and hold ?
O, shepherds that keep
Your folds full of sheep,
The wolf was only wrong
Because, so to speak,
His jaws were too weak
To break your palings strong.
THE SPIDER AND THE SWALLOW.
O Jupiter, whose fruitful brain,
By odd obstetrics freed from pain,
Bore Pallas, erst my mortal foe,
Pray listen to my tale of woe.
This Progne takes my lawful prey.
As through the air she cuts her way,
And skims the waves in seeming play,
BOOK X. FABLE VII.
My flies she catches from my door, —
Yes, mine — I emphasize the word, —
And, but for this accursed bird,
My net would hold an ample store ;
For I have woven it of stuff
To hold the strongest strong enough. —
'Twas thus, in terms of insolence,
Complained the fretful spider, once
Of palace-tapestry a weaver,
But then a spinster and deceiver,
That hoped within her toils to bring
Of insects all that ply the wing.
The sister swift of Philomel,
Intent on business, prospered well ;
178 BOOK X. FABLE VIII.
In spite of the complaining pest,
The insects carried to her nest —
Nest pitiless to suffering flies —
Mouths gaping aye, to gormandize,
Of young ones clamoring,
With unintelligible cries.
The spider, with but head and feet,
And powerless to compete
With wings so fleet,
Soon saw herself a prey.
The swallow, passing swiftly by,
Bore web and all away,
The spinster dangling in the sky !
Two tables hath our Maker set
For all that in this world are met. / _j
To seats around the first
The skilful, vigilant, and strong are beckoned:
Their hunger and their thirst
The rest must quell with leavings at the second. S
THE PARTRIDGE AND THE COCKS.
With a set of uncivil and turbulent cocks,
That deserved for their noise to be put in the stocks,
BOOK X. FABLE VIII. 179
A partridge was placed to be reared.
Her sex, by politeness revered,
Ma^ her hope, from a gentry devoted to love,
For the courtesy due to the tenderest dove ;
Nay, protection chivalric from knights of the yard.
That gentry, however, with little regard
For the honors and knighthood wherewith they were
And for the strange lady as little respect,
Her ladyship often most horribly pecked.
At first, she was greatly afflicted therefor ;
But when she had noticed these madcaps at war
With each other, and dealing far bloodier blows,
Consoling her own individual woes, —
Entailed by their customs, said she, is the shame ;
Let us pity the simpletons, rather than blame.
Our Maker creates not all spirits the same ;
The cocks and the partridges certainly differ,
By a nature than laws of civility stiffer.
Were the choice to be mine, I would finish my life
In society freer from riot and strife.
But the lord of this soil has a different plan ;
His tunnel our race to captivity brings,
He throws us with cocks, after clipping our wings.
'Tis little we have to complain of but man.
BOOK X. FABLE IX.
FABLE IX. §
THE DOG WHOSE EARS WERE CROPPED.
What have I done, I'd like to know,
To make my master maim me so ?
A pretty figure I shall cut !
From other dogs I'll keep, in kennel shut
Ye kings of beasts, or rather tyrants, ho !
Would any beast have served you so ?
Thus Growler cried, a mastiff young ; —
The man, whom pity never stung,
Went on to prune him of his ears.
Though Growler whined about his losses,
He found, before the lapse of years,
Himself a gainer by the process ;
For, being by his nature prone
To fight his brethren for a bone,
He'd oft come back from sad reverse
With those appendages the worse.
All snarling dogs have ragged ears, ~y'
The less of hold for teeth of foe,
The better will the battle go.
When, in a certain place, one fears
The chance of being hurt or beat,
He fortifies it from defeat.
Besides the shortness of his ears,
BOOK X. FABLE X. 181
See Growler armed against his likes
With gorget full of ugly spikes.
A wolf would find it quite a puzzle
To get a hold about his muzzle.
THE SHEPHERD AKD THE KING.
Two demons at their pleasure share our being —
The cause of Reason from her homestead fleeing ;
No heart but on their altars kindleth flames.
If you demand their purposes and names,
The one is Love, the other is Ambition. ~^._
Of far the greater share this takes possession,
For even into love it enters,
Which I might prove ; but now my story centres
Upon a shepherd clothed with lofty powers :
The tale belongs to older times than ours.
A king observed a flock, wide spread
Upon the plains, most admirably fed,
O'erpaying largely, as returned the years,
Their shepherd's care, by harvests for his shears.
Such pleasure in this man the monarch took, —
Thou meritest, said he, to wield a crook
O'er higher flock than this ; and my esteem
O'er men now makes thee judge supreme.
Behold our shepherd, scales in hand,
182 BOOK X. FABLE X.
Although a hermit and a wolf or two,
Besides his flock and dogs, were all he knew !
Well stocked with sense, all else upon demand
Would come of course, and did, we understand.
His neighbor hermit came to him to say,
Am I awake ? Is this no dream, I pray ?
You favorite ! you great ! beware of kings ;
Their favors are but slippery things, -^j
Dear-bought ; to mount the heights to which they call,
Is but to court a more illustrious fall.
You little know to what this lure beguiles.
My friend, I say, Beware. The other smiles.
The hermit adds, See how
The court has marred your wisdom even now .
* That purblind traveller I seem to see,
Who, having lost his whip, by strange mistake,
Took for a better one a snake ;
But, while he thanked his stars, brimful of glee,
Outcried a passenger, God shield your breast!
Why, man, for life, throw down that treacherous pest,
That snake ! — It is my whip. — A snake, I say :
What selfish end could prompt my warning, pray ?
Think you to keep your prize ? — And wherefore not ?
My whip was worn ; I've found another new :
This counsel grave from envy springs in you. —
The stubborn wight would not believe a jot,
Till warm and lithe the serpent grew,
And, striking with his venom, slew
The man almost upon the spot
BOOK X. FABLE X. 183
And as to you, I dare predict
That something worse will soon afflict.
Indeed ? What worse than death, prophetic hermit ?
Perhaps the compound heartache I may term it.
And never was there truer prophecy.
Full many a courtier pest, by many a lie,
Contrived, and many a cruel slander,
To make the king suspect the judge awry
In both ability and candor.
Cabals were raised, and dark conspiracies,
Of men that felt aggrieved by his decrees.
With wealth of ours he hath a palace built,
Said they. The king, astonished at his guilt,
His ill-got riches asked to see.
He found but mediocrity,
Bespeaking strictest honesty.
So much for his magnificence.
Anon, his plunder was a hoard immense
Of precious stones that filled an iron box,
All fast secured by half a score of locks.
Himself the coffer oped, and sad surprise
Befell those manufacturers of lies.
The opened lid disclosed no other matters
Than, first, a shepherd's suit in tatters,
And then a cap and jacket, pipe and crook,
And scrip, mayhap with pebbles from the brook
O treasure sweet, said he, that never drew
The viper brood of envy's lies on you !
I take you back, and leave this palace splendid,
As some roused sleeper doth a dream that's ended.
BOOK X. FABLE XI.
Forgive me, sire, this exclamation.
In mounting up, my fall I had foreseen,
Yet loved the height too well ; for who hath been.
Of mortal race, devoid of all ambition ? - N /
THE FISHES AND THE SHEPHERD WHO PLAYED
Thyrsis — who for his Annette dear
Made music with his flute and voice,
Which might have roused the dead to hear,
And in their silent graves rejoice
Sang once the livelong day,
In the flowery month of May,
Up and down a meadow brook,
While A nnette fished with line and hook.
But ne'er a fish would bite ;
So the shepherdess's bait
Drew not a fish to its fate,
From morning dawn till night.
The shepherd, who, by his charming songs,
Had drawn savage beasts to him in throngs,
And done with them as he pleased to,
Thought that he could serve the fish so.
O citizens, he sang, of this water,
Leave your Naiad in her grot profound ;
Come and see the blue sky's lovely daughter,
BOOK X. FABLE XI. 185
Who a thousand times more will charm you ;
Fear nolr that her prison will harm you,
Though there you should chance to get bound.
'Tis only to us men she is cruel :
You she will treat kindly ;
A snug little pond she'll find ye,
Clearer than a crystal jewel,
Where you may all live and do well ;
Or, if by chance some few
Should find their fate
Concealed in the bait,
The happier still are you ;
For envied is the death that's met
At the hands of sweet Annette.
This eloquence not effecting
The object of his wishes,
Since it failed in collecting
The deaf and dumb fishes, —
His sweet preaching wasted,
His honeyed talk untasted,
A net the shepherd seized, and, pouncing
With a fell scoop at the scaly fry,
He caught them ; and now, madly flouncing,
At the feet of his Annette they lie
O ye shepherds, whose sheep men are,
To trust in reason never dare.
The arts of eloquence sublime
Are not within your calling ;
Your fish were caught, from oldest time,
By dint of nets and hauling.
BOOK X. FABLE XTI.
FABLE XII. -
THE TWO PARROTS, THE KING, AND HIS SON.
Two parrots lived, a sire and son,
On roastings from a royal fire.
Two demigods, a son and sire,
These parrots pensioned for their fun.
Time tied the knot of love sincere:
The sires grew to each other dear ;
The sons, in spite of their frivolity,
Grew comrades boon, in joke and jollity;
At mess they mated, hot or cool ;
Were fellow-scholars at a school, —
Which did the bird no little honor, since
The boy, by king begotten, was a prince
By nature fond of birds, the prince, too, petted
A sparrow, which delightfully coquetted.
These rivals, both of unripe feather,
One day were frolicking together :
As oft befalls such little folks,
A quarrel followed from their jokes.
The sparrow quite uncircumspect,
Was by the parrot sadly pecked ;
With drooping wing and bloody head,
His master picked him up for dead,
And, being quite too wroth to bear it,
In heat of passion killed his parrot
When this sad piece of news he heard,
Distracted was the parent bird.
BOOK X. FABLE XTl.
His piercing cries bespoke his pain ;
But cries and tears were all in vain.
The talking bird had left the shore ;*
In short, he, talking now no more,
Caused such a rage to seize his sire,
That, lighting on the prince m ire,
He put out both his eyes,
And' fled for safety, as was .vise.
The bird a pine for refuge chose,
And to its lofty summit rose ;
There, in the bosom of the skies,
Enjo3/ed his vengeance sweet,
And scorned the wrath beneath his feet
Out ran the king, and cried, in soothing tone,
Return, dear friend; what serves it to bemoan?
Hate, vengeance, mourning, let us both omit
For me, it is no more than fit
To own, though with an aching heart,
The wrong is wholly on our part
Th' aggressor truly was my son —
My son? no ; but by Fate the deed was done.
Ere birth of Time, stern Destiny
Had written down the sad decree,
That by this sad calamity
Your child should cease to, live, and; mine to see
Let both, then, cease to mourn ;
And you, back to your cage return.
Sire king, replied the bird,
Think you that, after such a deed,
* " Ptygia natabat jam frigida cymba." — Viiu*
BOOK X. FABLE XIII.
1 ought to trust your word ?
You speak of Fate ; by such a heathen creed
Hope you that 1 shall be enticed to bleed ?
But whether Fate or Providence divine
Gives law to things below,
'Tis writ on high, that on this waving pine.
Or where wild forests grow,
My days I finish, safely, far
From that which ought your love to mar,
And turn it all to hate.
Revenge, I know, 's a kingly morsel,
\nd ever hath been part and parcel
Of this your godlike state.
You would forget the cause of grief ;
Suppose I grant you my belief, —
'Tis better still to make it true,
By keeping out of sight of you.
Sire king, my friend, no longer wait
For friendship to be healed ;
But absence is the cure of hate,
As 'tis from love the shield.
THE LIONESS AND THE BEAR.
The lioness had lost her young ;
A hunter stole it from the vale;
BOOK X. FABLE XIII.
The forests and the mountains rung
Responsive to her hideous wail.
Nor night, nor charms of sweet repose,
Could still the loud lament that rose
From that grim forest queen.
No animal, as you might think,
With such a noise could sleep a wink.
A bear presumed to intervene.
One word, sweet friend, quoth she,
And that is all, from me. ' +
The young that through your teeth have passed,
In file unbroken by a fast,
Had they nor dam nor sire ?
They had them both. Then I desire,
BOOK X. FABLE XIV
Since all their deaths caused no such grievous riot.
While mothers died of grief beneath your flat,
To know why you yourself cannot be quiet ?
I quiet ? — I ! — a wretch bereaved !
My only son ! — such anguish be relieved !
No, never ! All for me below
Is but a life of tears and woe !
But say, why doom yourself to sorrow so ?
Alas ! 'tis Destiny that is my foe.
Such language, since the mortal fall,
Has issued from the lips of all.
Ye human wretches, give your heed ;
For your complaints there's little need.
Let him who thinks his own the hardest case,
Some widowed, childless Hecuba behold,
Herself to toil and shame of slavery sold,
And he will own the wealth of heavenly grace.
THE TWO ADVENTURERS AND THE TALISMAN.
^-No flowery path to glory leads.
This truth no better voucher needs
Than Hercules, of mighty deeds.
Few demigods the tomes of fable
Reveal to us as being able
BOOK X. FABLE XIV. 191
Such weight of task- work to endure :
In history, I find still fewer.
One such, however, here behold —
A knight by talisman made bold,
Within the regions of romance,
To seek adventures with the lance.
There rode a comrade at his side,
And as they rode they both espied
This writing on a post : —
" Would'st see, sir valiant knight,
A thing whereof the sight
No errant yet can boast ?
Thou hast this torrent but to ford,
And, lifting up alone
The elephant of stone
Upon its margin shored,
Upbear it to the mountain's brow,
Round which, aloft before thee now,
The misty chaplets wreath —
Not stopping once to breathe."
One knight, whose nostrils bled,
Betokening courage fled,
Cried out, What if that current's sweep
Not only rapid be, but deep !
And grant it crossed, — pray, why encumber
One's arms with that unwieldy lumber,
An elephant of stone ?
Perhaps the artist may have done
His work in such a way, that one
BOOK X. FABLE XIV.
Might lug it twice its length ;
But then to reach yon mountain top,
And that without a breathing stop,
Were surely past a mortal's strength —
Unless, indeed, it be no bigger
Than some wee, pygmy, dwarfish figure,
Which one would head a cane withal ; —
And if to this the case should fall,
The adventure's honor would be small
This posting seems to me a trap,
Or riddle for some greenish chap ;
I therefore leave the whole to you.
The doubtful reasoner onward hies.
With heart resolved, in spite of eyes,
The other boldly dashes through ;
Nor depth of flood nor force
Can stop his onward course.
He finds the elephant of stone ;
He lifts it all alone ;
Without a breathing stop,
He bears it to the top
Of that steep mount, and seeth there
A high-walled city, great and fair.
Outcried the elephant — and hushed;
But forth in arms the people rushed.
A knight less bold had surely fled ;
But he, so far from turning back,
His course right onward sped,
Resolved himself to make attack,
And die but with the bravest dead.
BOOK X. FABLE XV. 193
Amazed was he to hear that band
Proclaim him monarch of their land,
And welcome him, in place of one
Whose death had left a vacant throne !
In sooth, he lent a gracious ear,
Meanwhile expressing modest fear,
Lest such a load of royal care
Should be too great for him to bear.
And so, exactly, Sixtus said,
When first the pope's tiara pressed his head ;
(Though, is it such a grievous thing
To be a pope, or be a king ?)
But days were few before they read it
That with but little truth he said it
Blind Fortune follows daring blind.
Oft executes the wisest man,
Ere yet the wisdom of his mind
Is tasked his means or end to scan.
AN ADDRESS TO THE DUKE DE LA ROCHEFODCADLD.
While watching man in all his phases,
And seeing that, in many cases,
BOOK X. FABLE XV.
\ He acts just like the brute creation, —
I've thought the lord of all these races
Of no less failings showed the traces
Than do his lieges in relation ;
And that, in making it, Dame Nature
Hath put a spice in every creature
From off the self-same spirit-stuff —
Not from the immaterial,
But what we call ethereal,
Refined from matter rough.
An illustration please to hear.
Just on the still frontier
Of either day or night, —
Or when the lord of light
Reclines his radiant head
Upon his watery bed,
Or when he dons the gear,
To drive a new career, —
While yet with doubtful sway
The hour is ruled 'twixt night and day, —
Some border forest-tree I climb ;
And, acting Jove, from height sublime
My fatal bolt at will directing,
I kill some rabbit unsuspecting.
The rest that frolicked on the heath,
Or browsed the thyme with dainty teeth,
With open eye and watchful ear,
Behold, all scampering from beneath,
Instinct with mortal tear.
BOOK X. FABLE XV. 195
All, frightened simply by the sound,
Hie to their city under ground.
But soon the danger is forgot,
And just as soon the fear lives not :
The rabbits, gayer than before,
I see beneath my hand once more !
Are not mankind well pictured here ?
By storms asunder driven,
They scarcely reach their haven,
And cast their anchor, ere
They tempt the same dread shocks
Of tempests, waves, and rocks.
True rabbits, back they frisk
To meet the self-same risk !
I add another common case.
When dogs pass through a place
Beyond their customary bounds,
And meet with others, curs or hounds,
Imagine what a holiday !
The native dogs, whose interests centre
In one great organ termed the venter,
The strangers rush at, bite, and bay ;
With cynic pertness tease and worry,
And chase them off their territory.
So, too, do men. Wealth, grandeur, glory,
To men of office or profession,
Of every sort, in every nation, v
196 BOOK X. FAJJLE XV.
As tempting- are, and sweet,
As is to dogs the refuse meat
With us, it is a general fact,
One sees the latest-come attacked, -v,
And plundered to the skin.
Coquettes and authors we may view
As samples of the sin;
For woe to belle or writer new !
The fewer eaters round the cake,
The fewer players for the stake,
The surer each one's self to take.
A hundred facts my truth might test ;
But shortest works are always best
In this I but pursue the chart
Laid down by masters of the art ;
And, on the best of themes, I hold,
The truth should never all be told.
/ Hence, here my sermon ought to close.
O thou, to whom my fable owes
Whate'er it has of solid worth, —
Who, great by modesty as well as birth,
Hast ever counted praise a pain, —
Whose leave I could so ill obtain
That here your name, receiving homage,
Should save from every sort of damage
My slender works — which name, well known
To nations, and to ancient Time,
All France delights to own,
Herself more rich in names sublime
Than any other earthly clime ; —
BOOK X. FABLE XVI. 197
Permit me here the world to teach
That you have given my simple rhyme
The text from which it dares to preach.
THE MERCHANT, THE NOBLE, THE SHEPHERD.
AND THE KTNG'S SON.
Four voyagers to parts unknown,
On shore, not far from naked, thrown
By furious waves, — a merchant now undone,
A noble, shepherd, and a monarch's son, —
Brought to the lot of Belisarius,*
Their wants supplied on alms precarious.
To tell what fates, and winds, and weather,
Had brought these mortals all together,
Though from far distant points abscinded,
Would make my tale long-winded.
Suffice to say, that, by a fountain met
In council grave, these outcasts held debate.
* Belisarius was a great general, who, having commanded the
armies of the emperor, and lost the favor of his master, fell to such
a point of destitution that he asked alms upon the highways. — Note
of La. Fontaine.
The touching story of the fall of Belisarius, of which painters and
poets have made so much, is entirely false, as may be seen by consult-
ing Gibbon's " Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," chap, xliii.
198 BOOK X. FABLE XVI.
The prince enlarged, in an oration set,
Upon the miseries that befall the great.
The shepherd deemed it best to cast
Off thought of all misfortune past,
And each to do the best he could,
In efforts for the common weal.
Did ever a repining mood,
He added, a misfortune heal ?
Toil, friends, will take us back to Rome,
Or make us here as good a home.
A shepherd so to speak ! a shepherd ? What !
As though crowned heads were not,
By Heaven's appointment fit,
The sole receptacles of wit!
As though a shepherd could be deeper,
In thought or knowledge, than his sheep are !
The three, howe'er, at once approved his plan,
Wrecked as they were on shores American.
I'll teach arithmetic, the merchant said, —
Its rules, of course, well seated in his head, —
For monthly pay. The prince replied, And I
Will teach political economy.
And I, the noble said, in heraldry
Well versed, will open for that branch a school ■
As if, beyond a thousand leagues of sea,
That senseless jargon could befool !
My friends, you talk like men,
The shepherd cried, but then
The month has thirty days ; till they are spent,
Are we upon your faith to keep full Lent ?
BOOK X. FABLE XVI. 199
The hope you give is truly good ;
But, ere it conies, we starve for food !
Pray tell me, if you can divine,
On what, to-morrow, we shall dine ;
Or tell me, rather, whence we may
Obtain a supper for to-day.
This point, if truth should be confessed,
Is first, and vital to the rest.
Your science short in this respect,
My hands shall cover the defect —
This said, the nearest woods he sought,
And thence for market fagots brought,
Whose price that day, and eke the next,
Relieved the company perplexed —
Forbidding that, by fasting, they should go
To use their talents in the world below.
We learn, from this adventure's course,
There needs but little skill to get a living.
Thanks to the gifts of Nature's giving,
Our hands are much the readiest resource.
Some time ago. a saltan Leopard,
By means of many a rich escheat,
Had many an ox in meadow, sweet,
And many a stag in forest, fleet,
And (what a savage sort of shepherd!}
Full many a sheep upon the plains,
That lay within his wide domains.
Not far away, one morn,
There was a lion born.
Exchanged high compliments of state,
As is the custom with the great.
The sultan called his vizier Fox,
Who had a deeper knowledge-box,
And said to him. This lion's whelp yon dread ;
What can he do. his father being dead?
Our pity rather let him share,
An orphan so beset with care;
The luckiest lion ever known.
If, letting conquest quite alone,
He should have power to keep his own.
BOOK XI. FABLE I. 201
Sir Renard said,
And shook his head,
Such orphans, please your majesty,
Will get no pity out of me.
We ought to keep within his favor,
Or else with all our might endeavor
To thrust him out of life and throne,
.*— Ere yet his claws and teeth are grown.
There's not a moment to be lost
His horoscope I've cast ;
He'll never quarrel to his cost ;
But then his friendship fast
Will be to friends of greater worth
Than any lion's e'er on earth.
Try then, my liege, to make it ours,
Or else to check his rising powers.
The warning fell in vain.
The sultan slept ; and beasts and men
Did so, throughout his whole domain,
Till lion's whelp became a lion.
Then came at once the tocsin cry on,
Alarm and fluttering consternation.
The vizier called to consultation,
A sigh escaped him as he said,
Why all this mad excitement now,
When hope is fled, no matter how ?
A thousand men were useless aid, —
The more, the worse, — since all their power
Would be our mutton to devour.
202 BOOK XI. FABLE II.
Appease this lion ; sole he doth exceed
The helpers all that on us feed.
And three hath he, that cost him nought —
His courage, strength, and watchful thought
Quick send a wether for his use :
If not contented, send him more ;
Yes, add an ox, and see you choose
The best our pastures ever bore.
Thus save the rest — But such advice
The sultan spurned, as cowardice.
And his, and many states beside,
Did ills, in consequence, betide.
However fought this world allied,
The beast maintained his power and pride.
If you must let the lion grow,
Don't let him live to be your foe.
THE GODS WISHING TO INSTRUCT A SON OP
FOR MONSEIGNEUR THE DUKE DU MAINE
To Jupiter was born a son,
Who, conscious of his origin,
A godlike spirit had within.
To love, such age is little prone ;
BOOK XI. FABLE II. 203
Yet this celestial boy
Made love his chief employ,
And was beloved wherever known.
In him both love and reason
Sprang up before their season.
With charming smiles and manners winning
Had Flora decked his life's beginning,
As an Olympian became:
Whatever lights the tender flame, —
A heart to take and render bliss, —
Tears, sighs, in short the whole were his.
Jove's son, he should of course inherit
A higher and a nobler spirit
Than sons of other deities.
It seemed as if by Memory's aid —
As if a previous life had made
Experiment and hid it —
He plied the lover's hard-learned trade,
So perfectly he did it.
Still Jupiter would educate
In manner fitting to his state.
The gods, obedient to his call,
Assemble in their council-hall ;
When thus the sire : Companionless and sole,
Thus far the boundless universe I roll ;
But numerous other offices there are,
Of which I give to younger gods the care.
I'm now forecasting for this cherished child,
Whose countless altars are already piled ;
204 BOOK XI. FABLE II.
To merit such regard from all below,
All things the young immortal ought to know.
No sooner had the Thunderer ended,
Than each his godlike plan commended ;
Nor did the boy too little yearn
His lesson infinite to learn.
Said fiery Mars, I take the part
To make him master of the art
Whereby so many heroes high
Have won the honors of the sky.
To teach him music be my care,
Apollo said, the wise and fair ;
And mine, that mighty god replied,
In the Nemssan lion's hide,
To teach him to subdue
The vices, an envenomed crew,
Like Hydras springing ever new.
The foe of weakening luxury,
The boy divine will learn from me
Those rugged paths, so little trod,
That lead to glory man and god.
Said Cupid, when it came his turn,
All things from me the boy may learn.
Well spoke the god of love.
What feat of Mars, or Hercules,
Or bright Apollo, lies above
Wit, winged by a desire to please ?
BOOK XI. FABLE III. 205
THE FARMER, THE DOG, AND THE FOX.
The wolf and fox are neighbors strange :
I would not build within their range.
The fox once eyed with strict regard,
From day to day, a poultry-yard ;
But, though a most accomplished cheat,
He couldnot get a fowl to eat.
Between the risk and appetite,
His rogueship's trouble was not slight
Alas ! quoth he, this stupid rabble
But mock me with their constant gabble ;
I go and come, and rack my brains,
And get my labor for my pains.
Your rustic owner, safe at home,
Takes all the profits as they come :
He sells his capons and his chicks,
Or keeps them hanging on his hook,
All dressed and ready for his cook ;
But I, adept in arts and tricks,
Should I but catch the toughest crower,
Should be brimful of joy, and more.
O Jove supreme, why was I made
A master of the fox's trade ?
By all the higher powers and lower,
I swear to rob this chicken-grower !
206 BOOK XI. FABLE III.
Revolving such revenge within,
When night had stilled the various din,
And poppies seemed to bear full sway
O'er man and dog, as locked they lay
Alike secure in slumber deep,
And cocks and hens were fast asleep,
Upon the populous roost he stole.
By negligence, — a common sin, —
The farmer left unclosed the hole,
And, stooping down, the fox went in.
The blood of every fowl was spilled,
The citadel with murder filled.
The dawn disclosed sad sights, I ween,
When heaps on slaughtered heaps were seen,
All weltering in their mingled gore.
With horror stricken, as of yore,
The sun well nigh shrunk back again,
To hide beneath the liquid main.
Such sight once saw the Trojan plain,
When on the fierce Atrides' head
Apollo's awful anger fell,
And strewed the crimson field with dead:
Of Greeks, scarce one was left to tell
The carnage of that night so dread.
Such slaughter, too, around his tent,
The furious Ajax made, one night,
Of sheep and goats, in easy fight ;
In anger blindly confident
That by his well-directed blows
Ulysses fell, or some of those
BOOK XI. FABLE III. 207
By whose iniquity and lies
That wily rival took the prize.
The fox, thus having Ajax played,
Bore off the nicest of the brood, —
As many pullets as he could, —
And left the rest, all prostrate laid.
The owner found his sole resource
His servants and his dog to curse.
You useless puppy, better drowned !
Why did you not your 'larum sound ?
Why did you not the evil shun,
Quoth Towser, as you might have done ?
If you, whose interest was more,
Gould sleep and leave an open door,
Think you that I, a dog at best,
Would watch, and lose my precious rest ?
This pithy speech had been, in truth,
Good logic in a master's mouth ;
But, coming from, a menial's lip,
It even lacked the lawyership
To save poor Towser from the whip.
O thou who head'st a family,
(An honor never grudged by me,)
Thou art a patriarch unwise,
To sleep, and trust another's eyes.
Thyself shouldst go to bed the last,
Thy doors all seen to, shut, and fast.
I charge you never let a fox see
Your special business done by proxy.
208 BOOK XI. FABLE IV.
THE MOGUL'S DREAM.
Long since, a Mogul saw, in dream,
A vizier in Elysian bliss ;
No higher joy could be or seem,
Or purer, than was ever his.
Elsewhere was dreamed of by the same
A wretched hermit wrapped in flame,
Whose lot e'en touched, so pained was he,
The partners of his misery.
Was Minos mocked? or had these ghosts,
By some mistake, exchanged their posts ?
Surprise at. this the vision broke ;
The dreamer suddenly awoke.
Some mystery suspecting in it,
He got a wise one to explain it.
Replied the sage interpreter,
Let not the thing a marvel seem :
There is a meaning in your dream :
If I have aught of knowledge, sir,
It covers counsel from the gods.
While tenanting these clay abodes,
This vizier sometimes gladly sought
The solitude that favors thought;
Whereas the hermit, in his cot,
Had longings for a vizier's lot
BOOK XI. FABLE IV.
To this interpretation dared I add,
The love of solitude I would inspire.
It satisfies the heart's desire
With unencumbered gifts and glad —
Heaven-planted joys, of stingiess sweet,
Aye springing up beneath our feet.
solitude, whose secret charms I know —
Retreats that I have loved — when shall I go
To taste, far from a world of din and noise,
Your shades so fresh, where silence has a voice ?
When shall their soothing gloom my refuge be ?
When shall the sacred Nine, from courts afar,
And cities with all solitude at war,
Engross entire, and teach their votary
The stealthy movements of the spangled nights,
The names and virtues of those errant lights
Which rule o'er human character and fate ?
Or, if not born to purposes so great,
The streams, at least, shall win my heartfelt thanks,
While, in my verse, I paint their flowery banks.
Fate shall not weave my life with golden thread,
Nor^neath rich fret- work, on a purple bed,
Shall I repose, full late, my care-worn head.
But will my sleep be less a treasure ?
Less deep thereby, and full of pleasure?
1 vow it, sweet and gentle as the dew,
Within those deserts sacrifices new ;
And when the time shall come to yield my breath,
Without remorse I'll join the ranks of Death.
BOOK XI. FABLE V.
THE LIOIN, THE MONKEY, AND THE TWO
The lion, for his kingdom's sake,
In morals would some lessons take,
And therefore called, one summer's day,
The monkey, master of the arts,
An animal of brilliant parts,
To hear what he could say.
Great king, the monkey thus began,
To reign upon the wisest plan
Requires a prince to set his zeal,
And passion for the public weal,
Distinctly and quite high above
A certain feeling called self-love,
B ' XI. FABLE V. 211
The parent of all vices, *
In creatures of all sizes.
To will this feeling from one's breast away,
Is not the easy labor.of a day;
Tis much to moderate its tyrant sway.
By that your majesty august
Will execute your royal trust
From folly free and aught unjust.
Give me, replied the king,
Example of each thing.
Each species, said the sage, —
And I begin with ours, —
Exalts its own peculiar powers
Above sound reason's gauge.
Meanwhile, all other kinds and tribes
As fools and blockheads it describes,
With other compiiments as cheap
But, on the other hand, the same
Self-love inspires a beast to heap
The highest pyramid of fame
For every one that bears his name ;
Because he justly deems such praise
The easiest way himself to raise.
'Tis my conclusion in the case,
That many a talent here below
Is but cabal, or sheer grimace, —
The art of seeming things to know —
An art in which perfection lies
More with the ignorant than wise.
BOOK XI. FABLE V.
Two asses tracking, t'other day,
Of which each in his turn
Did incense to the other burn,
v Quite in the usual way, — ■
I heard one to his comrade say,
My lord, do you not find
The prince of knaves and fools
Instructed in his schools ?
With wit unseemly and profane,
He mocks our venerable race —
On each of his who lacketh brain
Bestows our ancient surname, ass !
And, with abusive tongue portraying,
Describes our laugh and talk as braying
These bipeds* of their folly tell us,
While thus pretending to excel us.
No, 'tis for you to speak, my friend,
And let their orators attend.
The braying is their own, but let them be.
We understand each other, and agree,
And that's enough. As for your song,
Such wonders to its notes belong,
The nightingale is put to shame,
And Lambert loses half his fame.
My lord, the other ass replied,
Such talents in yourself reside,
Of asses all, the joy and pride.
These donkies, not quite satisfied
With scratching thus cadi other's hide,
BOOK XI. FABLE V. 213
Must needs the cities visit,
Their fortunes there to raise,
■ By sounding forth the praise,
Each, of the other's skill exquisite.
Full many, in this age of ours, —
Not only among asses,
But in the higher classes,
Whom Heaven hath clothed with higher powers, —
Dared they but do it, would exalt
A simple innocence from fault,
Or virtue common and domestic,
To excellence majestic.
I've said too much, perhaps ; but I suppose
Your -majesty the secret won't disclose,
Since 'twas your majesty's request that 1
This matter should exemplify.
How love of self gives food to ridicule,
I've shown. To prove the balance of my rule,
That justice is a sufferer thereby,
A longer time will take. —
'Twas thus the monkey spake.
But my informant does not state,
That e'er the sage did demonstrate
The other point, more delicate.
Perhaps he thought none but a fool
A lion would too strictly school.
BOOK XI. FABLE VI.
THE WOLF AND THE FOX.
Why iEsop gave the palm of cunning',
O'er flying animals and running,
To Renard Fox, I cannot tell,
Though I have searched the subject well.
Hath not Sir Wolf an equal skill
In tricks and artifices shown,
When he would do some life an ill,
Or from his foes defend his own ?
I think he hath ; and, void of disrespect,
I might, perhaps, my master contradict :
Yet here's a case in which the burrow-lodger
Was palpably, I own, the brightest dodger.
One night he spied within a well,
Wherein the fullest moonlight fell,
What seemed to him an ample cheese.
Two balanced buckets took their turns
When drawers thence would fill their urns.
Our fox went down in one of these,
By hunger greatly pressed to sup,
And drew the other empty up.
Convinced at once of his mistake,
And anxious for his safety's sake,
He saw his death was near and sure,
Unless some otner wretch in need
The same moon's image should allure
BOOK XI. FABLE VI 215
To take a bucket and succeed
To his predicament, indeed.
Two days passed by, and none approached the well ;
Unhalting Time, as is his wont,
Was scooping from the moon's full front,
And, as he scooped, Sir Renard's courage fell.
His crony wolf, of clamorous maw,
Poor fox at last above him saw,
And cried, My comrade, look you here !
See what abundance of good cheer !
A cheese of most delicious zest !
Which Faunus must himself have pressed,
Of milk by heifer lo given.
If Jupiter were sick in heaven,
The taste would bring his appetite.
I've taken, as you see, a bite ;
But still for both there is a plenty.
Pray take the bucket that I've sent ye ;
Come down, and get your share.
Although, to make the story fair,
The Fox had used his utmost care,
The wolf (a fool to give him credit)
Went down because his stomach bid it —
And by his weight pulled up
Sir Renard to the top.
We need not mock this simpleton,
For we ourselves such deeds have done.
Our faith is prone to lend its ear
To aught which we desire or fear.
BOOK XI. FABLE VII.
THE PEASANT OF THE DANUBE.
To judge no man by outside view,
Is good advice, though not quite new.
Some time ago, a mouse's fright
Upon this moral shed some light
I have for proof at present,
With iEsop and good Socrates,
Of Danube's banks a certain peasant,
Whose portrait, drawn to life, one sees,
By Marc Aurelius, if you please.
The first are well known, far and near :
I briefly sketch the other here.
The crop upon his fertile chin
Was any tiling but soft or thin ;
BOOK XL FABLE VIL 217
Indeed, his person, clothed in hair,
Might personate an unlicked bear.
Beneath his matted brow there lay
An eye that squinted every way ;
A crooked nose and monstrous lips he bore,
And goat-skin round his trunk he wore,
With bulrush belt. And such a man as this is
Was delegate from towns the Danube kisses,
When not a nook on earth there lingered
By Roman avarice not fingered.
Before the senate thus he spoke : —
Romans and senators who hear,
I, first of all, the gods invoke,
The powers whom mortals justly fear,
That from my tongue there may not fall
A word which I may need recall.
Without their aid, there enters nought
To human hearts of good or just:
Whoever leaves the same unsought.
Is prone to violate his trust ;
The prey of Roman avarice,
Ourselves are witnesses of this.
Rome, by our crimes, our scourge has grown,
More than by valor of her own.
Romans, beware lest Heaven, some day.
Exact for all our groans the pay,
' And, arming us, by just reverse,
To do its vengeance, stern, but meet,
Shall pour on you the vassal's curse,
And place your necks beneath our feet!
218 BOOK XI. FABLE VII.
And wherefore not ? For, are you better
Than hundreds of the tribes diverse
Who clank the galling Roman fetter ?
What right gives you the universe ?
Why come and mar our quiet life ?
We tilled our acres free from strife ;
In arts our hands were skilled to toil,
As well as o'er the generous soil.
What have you taught the Germans brave?
Apt scholars, had but they
Your appetite for sway,
They might, instead of you, enslave,
Without your inhumanity.
That which your prsetors perpetrate
On us, as subjects of your state,
My powers would fail me to relate.
Profaned their altars and their rites,
The pity of your gods our lot excites.
Thanks to your representatives,
In you they see but shameless thieves,
Who plunder gods as well as men,
By sateless avarice insane.
The men that rule our land from this
Are like the bottomless abyss.
To satisfy their lust of gain,
Both man and nature toil in vain.
Recall them ; for indeed we will
Our fields for such no longer till.
From all our towns and plains we fly
For refuge to our mountains high.
BOOK XI. FABLE VII. 219
We quit our homes and tender wives,
To lead with savage beasts our lives —
No more to welcome into day
A progeny for Rome a prey.
And as to those already born —
Poor, helpless babes forlorn ! — ■
We wish them short career in time.
Your prsetors force us to the crime.
Are they our teachers ? Call them home, —
They teach but luxury and vice, —
Lest Germans should their likes become,
In fell, remorseless avarice.
Have we a remedy at Rome ?
I'll tell you here how matters go.
Hath one no present to bestow,
No purple for a judge or so,
The laws for him are deaf and dumb ,
Their minister has aye in store
A thousand hindrances or more.
I'm sensible that truths like these
Are not the things to please.
Fve done. Let death avenge you here
Of my complaint, a little too sincere.
He said no more ; but all admired
The thought with which his speech was fired
The eloquence and heart of oak
With which the prostrate savage spoke.
Indeed, so much Avere all delighted,
As due revenge, the man was knighted
220 BOOK XI. FABLE VIII.
The prsetors were at once displaced,
And better men the office graced.
The senate, also, by decree,
Besought a copy of the speech,
Which might to future speakers be
A model for the use of each.
Not long, howe'er, had Rome the sense
To entertain such eloquence.
THE OLD MAN, AND THE THREE YOUNG ONES
man was planting at fourscore.
Three striplings, who their satchels wore,
In building, cried, the sense were more ;
But then to plant young trees at that age !
The man is surely in his dotage.
Pray, in the name of common sense,
What fruit can he expect to gather
Of all this labor and expense ?
Why, he must live like Lamech's father !
What use for thee, gray-headed man,
To load the remnant of thy span
With care for days that never can be thine ?
Thyself to thought of errors past resign.
Long-growing hope, and lofty plan,
BOOK XI. FABLE VIII.
Leave thou to us, to whom such things belong.
To you ! replied the old man hale and strong ;
I dare pronounce you altogether wrong.
The settled part of man's estate
Is very brief, and comes full late.
To those pale, gaming sisters trine,
Your lives are stakes as well as mine.
While so uncertain is the sequel,
Our terms of future life are equal ;
'"Tor none can tell who last shall close his eyes
Upon the glories of these azure skies ;
Nor any moment give us, ere it flies,
Assurance that another such shall rise.
But my descendants, whosoe'er they be,
Shall owe these cooling fruits and shades to me.
Do you acquit yourselves, in wisdom's sight,
x From ministering to other hearts delight 3
BOOK XI. FABLE IX.
Why, boys, this is the fruit I gather now ;
And sweeter never blushed on bended bough.
Of this, to-morrow I may take my fill;
Indeed, I may enjoy its sweetness till
I see full many mornings chase the glooms
From off the marble of your youthful tombs.
The gray-beard man was right. One of the three,
Embarking, foreign lands to see,
Was drowned within the very port.
In quest of dignity at court,
Another met his country's foe,
And perished by a random blow.
The third was killed by falling from a tree
Which he himself would graft. The three
Were mourned by him of hoary head,
Who chiseled on each monument —
On doing good intent —
The things which we have said.
THE MICE AND THE OWL.
Beware of saying, Lend an ear
To something marvellous or witty.
To disappoint your friends who hear,
Is possible, and were a pity.
But now a clear exception see,
Which I maintain a prodigy —
BOOK XI. FABLE IX.
A thing which, with the air of fable.
Is true as is the interest table.
A pine was by a woodman felled,
Which ancient, huge, and hollow tree
An owl had for his palace held —
A bird the Fates had kept in fee,
Interpreter to such as we.
Within the caverns of the pine,
With other tenants of that mine,
Were found full many footless mice,
But well provisioned, fat, and nice.
The bird had bit off all their feet,
And fed them there with heaps of wheat.
That this owl reasoned, who can doubt ?
When to the chase he first went out,
BOOK XI. FABLE IX.
And home alive the vermin brought,
Which in his talons he had caught,
The nimble creatures ran away.
Next time, resolved to make them stay,
He cropped their legs, and found, with pleasure,
That he could eat them at his leisure ;
It were impossible to eat
Them all at once, did health permit.
His foresight equal to our own,
In furnishing their food, was shown.
Now, let Cartesians, if they can,
Pronounce this owl a mere machine.
Could springs originate the plan
Of maiming mice, when taken lean,
To fatten for his soup-tureen ?
If reason did no service there,
I do not know it any where.
Observe the course of argument :
These vermin are no sooner caught than gone:
They must be used as soon, 'tis evident ;
But this to all cannot be done.
And then, for future need,
I might as well take heed.
Hence, while their ribs I lard,
I must from their elopement guard.
But how ? — A plan complete ! —
I'll clip them of their feet !
Now, find me, in your human schools,
A better use of logic's tools !
BOOK XI. FABLE IX. 225
Upon your faith, what different art of thought
as Aristotle or his followers taught ? *
* La Fontaine, in a note, asserts that the subject of this fable, how*
ever marvellous, was a fact which was actually observed. His com-
mentators, however, think the observers must have been in some
measure mistaken, and I agree with them. — Eo.
'Tis thus, by crystal fount, my muse hath sung,
Translating into heavenly tongue
Whatever came within my reach,
From hosts of beings borrowing nature's speech.
Interpreter of tribes diverse,
I've made them actors on my motley stage ;
For in this boundless universe
There's none but talketh, simpleton or sage.
More eloquent at home than in my verse,
If some should find themselves by me the worse,
And this my work prove not a model true,
To that which I at least rough-hew
Succeeding hands will give the finish due.
Ye pets of those sweet sisters nine,
Complete the task that I resign ;
The lessons give, which doubtless I've omitted,
With wings by these inventions nicely fitted. ■
But you're already more than occupied ;
For while my muse her harmless work hath plied,
All Europe to our sovereign yields,
And learns, upon her battle-fields,
To bow before the noblest plan
That ever monarch formed, or man.
Thence draw those sisters themes sublime,
With power to conquer Fate and Time.
THE COMPANIONS OF ULYSSES.
TO MONSE1GNEUR THE DUKE DE BOURGOGNE.
Dear prince, a special favorite of the skies,
Pray let my incense from your altars rise.
With these her gifts if rather late my muse,
My age and labors must her fault excuse.
BOOK XII. FABLE
My spirit wanes, while yours beams on tne sight
At every moment with augmented light :
It does not go, — it runs, — it seems to fly ;
And he from whom it draws its traits so high,
In war a hero, burns to do the same.
No lack of his that, with victorious force,
His giant strides mark not his glory's course :
Some god retains : our sovereign I might name ;
Himself no less than conqueror divine,
Whom one short month made master of the Rhine:
It needed then upon the foe to dash ;
Perhaps, to-day, such generalship were rash.
But hush, — they say the Loves and Smiles
Abhor a speech spun out in miles ;
And of such deities your court
Is constantly composed, in short.
Not but that other gods, as meet,
There hold the highest seat ;
For, free and lawless as the rest may seem,
Good Sense and Reason bear a sway supreme
Consult these last about the case
Of certain men of Grecian race,
Who, most unwise and indiscreet,
Imbibed such draughts of poison swee*
As changed their form and brutified.
Ten years the heroes at Ulysses' side
Had been the sport of wind and tide.
At last those powers of water
The sea-worn wanderers bore
To that enchanted shore
BOOK XII. FABLE I.
Where Circe reigned, Apollo's daughter.
She pressed upon their thirsty lips
Delicious drink, but full of bane :
Their reason, at the first light sips,
Laid down the sceptre of its reign.
Then took their forms and features
The lineaments of various creatures.
To bears and lions some did pass,
Or elephants, of ponderous mass ;
While not a few, I ween,
In smaller forms were seen, —
In such, for instance, as the mole.
Of all, the sage Ulysses sole
Had wit to shun that treacherous bowl.
With wisdom, and heroic mien,
And fine address, he caused the queen
To swallow, on her wizard throne,
A poison somewhat like her own.
A goddess, she to spe'ak her wishes dared,
And hence, at once, her love declared.
Ulysses, truly too judicious
To lose a moment so propitious,
Besought that Circe would restore
His Greeks the shapes that first they wore.
Replied the nymph, But will they take them back ?
Go make the proffer to the motley pack.
Ulysses ran, both glad and sure :
That poisonous cup, cried he, hath yet its cure ;
A.nd here I bring what ends your shame and pain.
Will you, dear friends, be men again ?
230 BOOK XII. FABLE I.
Pray speak, for speech is now restored.
No, said the lion, — and he roared, —
My head is not so void of brains !
Renounce shall I my royal gains ?
I've claws and teeth, to tear my foes to bits,
And more than that, I'm king
Am I such gifts away to fling,
To be but one of Ithaca's mere cits ?
In rank and file perhaps I might bear arms.
In such a change I see no charms. —
Ulysses passes to the bear : —
How changed, my friend, from what you were !
How sightly once, how ugly now !
Humph ! truly, how ? —
Growled Bruin, in his way —
How else than as a bear should be, I pray ?
Who taught your stilted highness to prefer
One form to every other, sir ?
Doth yours possess peculiar powers
The merits to decide, of ours ?
With all respect, I shall appeal my case
To some sweet beauty of the bearish race.
Please pass it by, if you dislike my face.
I live content and free from care ;
And, well remembering what we were,
I say it, plain and flat,
I'll change to no such state as that.
Next to the wolf the princely Greek
With flattering hope began to speak: —
BOOK XII. FABLE I. 231
Comrade, I blush, I must confess,
To hear a gentle shepherdess
Complaining to the echoing rocks
Of that outrageous appetite
Which drives you, night by night,
To prey upon her flocks.
You had been proud to guard her fold
In your more honest life of old.
Pray quit this wolfship, now you can,
And leave the woods an honest man.
But is there one ? the wolf replied : *"
Such man, I own, I never spied.
You treat me as a ravenous beast,
But what are you ? To say the least,
You would yourself have eat the sheep,
Which, eat by me, the village weep.
Now, truly on your faith confess,
Should I,, as man, love flesh the less ?
Why, man, not seldom, kills his very brother;
What, then, are you but wolves to one another ?
Now, every thing with care to scan,
And rogue with rogue to rate,
I'd better be a wolf than man,
And need not change my state.
Thus all did wise Ulysses try,
And got from all the same reply,
As well from great as small.
Wild liberty was dear to all :
To follow lawless appetite
They counted their supreme delight
232 BOOK XII. FABLE II.
All banished from their thought and care
The glorious praise of actions fair.
Where passion led, they thought their course was free ;
Self- bound, their chains they could not see.
Prince, I had wished for you a theme to choose,
Where I might mingle pleasantry with use ;
And I should meet with your approving voice.
No doubt, if I could make such choice.
At last, Ulysses' crew
Were offered to my view.
And there are like them not a few,
Who may for penalty await
Your censure and your hate.
THE CAT AND THE TWO SPARROWS.
TO MONSEIGNEUR THE DUKE DE BOURGOGNE.
Contemporary with a sparrow tame
There lived a cat ; from tenderest age,
Of both, the basket and the cage
Had household gods the same.
The bird's sharp beak full oft provoked the cat,
Who played in turn, but with a gentle pat,
His wee friend sparing with a merry laugh,
Not punishing his faults by half.'
BOOK XII. FABLE II.
In short, he scrupled much the harm,
Should he with points his ferule arm.
The sparrow, less discreet than he,
With dagger beak made very free.
Sir Cat, a person wise and staid,
Excused the warmth with which he played ;
For 'tis full half of friendship's art
To take no joke in serious part
Familiar since they saw the light,
Mere habit kept their friendship good ;
Fair play had never turned to fight,
Till, of their neighborhood,
Another sparrow came to greet
Old Ratto grave and saucy Pete.
Between the birds a quarrel rose,
And Ratto took his side.
A pretty stranger, with such blows
To beat our friend! he cried.
A neighbor's sparrow eating ours !
Not so, by all the feline powers.
And quick the stranger he devours.
Now, truly, saith Sir Cat,
1 know how sparrows taste by that.
Exquisite, tender, delicate!
This thought soon sealed the other's fate.
But hence what moral can I bring ?
For, lacking that important thing,
A fable lacks its finishing.
1 seem to see of one some trace,
But still its shadow mocks my chase.
BOOK XII. FABLE III.
Yours, prince, it will not thus abuse :
For you such sports, and not my muse.
In wit, she and her sisters eight
Would fail to match you with a mate.
THE MISER AND THE MONKEY.
A man amassed. The thing we know
Doth often to a frenzy grow.
No thought had he but of his minted gold —
Stuff void of worth when unemployed, I hold.
Now, that this treasure might the safer be,
Our miser's dwelling had the sea
BOOK XII. FABLE III. 235
As guard on every side from every thief.
With pleasure very small in my belief,
But very great in his, ho there
Upon his hoard bestowed his care.
No respite came of everlasting
Recounting, calculating, casting;
For some mistake would always come
To mar and spoil the total sum.
A monkey there, of goodly siz \ —
And than his lord, I think, more wise, —
Some doubloons from the window threw.
And rendered thus the count untrue.
The padlocked room permitted
Its owner, when he quitted,
To leave his money on the table.
One day, bethought this monkey wise
To make the whole a sacrifice
To Neptune on his throne unstable.
I could not well award the prize
Between the monkey's and the miser's pleasure
Derived from that devoted treasure.
With some, Don Bertrand would the honor gain,
For reasons it were tedious to explain.
One day, then, left alone,
That animal, to mischief prone,
Coin after coin detached,
A gold jacobus snatched,
Or Portuguese doubloon,
Or silver ducatoon,
Or noble, of the English rose,
And flung with all his might
236 BOOK XII. FABLE IV.
Those discs, which oft excite
The strongest wishes mortal ever knows.
Had he not heard, at last,
The turning of his master's key,
The money all had passed
The same short road to sea ;
And not a single coin but had been pitched
Into the gulf by many a wreck enriched.
Now, God preserve full many a financier
Whose use of wealth may find its likeness here.
THE TWO GOATS.
Since goats have browsed, by freedom fired,
To follow fortune they've aspired.
To pasturage they're wont to roam
Where men are least disposed to come.
If any pathless place there be,
Or cliff, or pendent precipice,
'Tis there they cut their capers free :
There's nought can stop these dames, I wis.
Two goats, thus self-emancipated, —
The white that on their feet they wore
Looked back to noble blood of yore, —
Once quit the lowly meadows, sated,
BOOK XII. FABLE IV.
And sought the hills, as it would- seem :
In search of luck, by luck they met
Each other at a mountain stream.
As bridge a narrow plank was set,
On which, if truth must be confest,
Two weasels scarce could go abreast.
And then the torrent, foaming white,
As down it tumbled from the height,
Might well those Amazons affright.
But maugre such a fearful rapid,
Both took the bridge, the goats intrepid !
I seem to see our Louis Grand
And Philip IV. advance
To the Isle of Conference,
That lies 'twixt Spain and France,
Each sturdy for his glorious land.
Thus each of our adventurers goes,
Till foot to foot, and nose to nose,
Somewhere about the midst they meet,
And neither will an inch retreat.
For why ? they both enjoyed the glory
Of ancestors in ancient story.
The one, a goat of peerless rank
Which, browsing on Sicilian bank,
The Cyclop gave to Galatsea ;
The other famous Amalthsea,
The goat that suckled Jupiter,
As some historians aver.
For want of giving back, in troth,
A common fall involved them both —
238 TO THE DUKE DE BOURGOGNE.
A common accident, no doubt,
On Fortune's changeful route.
THE DUKE DE BOURGOGNE,
WHO HAD REQUESTED OF M. DE LA. FONTAINE A FABLE WHICH
SHOULD BE CALLED " THE CAT AND THE MOUSE."
To please a youthful prince, whom Fame
A temple in my writings vows,
What fable answers to the name,
"The Cat and Mouse?"
Shall I in verse the fair present,
With softest look but hard intent,
Who serves the hearts her charms entice
As does the cat its captive mice?
Or make my subject Fortune's sport?
She treats the friends that make her coui L
And follow closest her advice,
As treats the cat the silly mice.
Shall I for theme a king select
Who sole, of all her favorites,
Commands the goddess's respect ?
For whom she from her wheel alights ?
Who, never stayed by foes a trice,
Whene'er they block his way,
BOOK XII. FABLE V.
Can with the strongest play
As doth the cat with mice ?
Insensibly, while casting thus about,
Quite anxious for my subject's sake,
A theme I meet, and, if I don't mistake,
Shall spoil it, too, by spinning out.
The prince will treat my muse, for that*
As mice are treated by the cat.
THE OLD CAT AND THE YOUJNG MOUSE.
A young and inexperienced mouse
Had faith to try a veteran cat, —
Raminagrobis, death to rat,
And scourge of vermin through the house, ■
Appealing to his clemency
With reasons sound and fair.
Pray let me live ; a mouse like me
It were not much to spare.
Am I, in such a family,
A burden ? Would my largest wish
Our wealthy host impoverish ?
A grain of wheat will make my meal ;
A nut will fat me like a seal.
I'm lean at present : please to wait,
And for your heirs reserve my fate.
240 BOOK XII. FABLE VI.
The captive mouse thus spake.
Replied the captor, You mistake ;
To me shall such a thing be said ?
Address the deaf! address the dead!
A cat to pardon ! — old one, too !
Why, such a thing I never knew.
Thou victim of my paw,
By well-established law,
Die, as a mousling should,
And beg the sisterhood,
Who ply the thread and shears,
To lend thy speech their ears.
Some other like repast
My heirs may find, or fast.
He ceased. The moral 's plain.
Youth always hopes its ends to gain,
Believes all spirits like its own:<^/
Old age is not to mercy prone.
THE SICK STAG.
A stag, where stags abounded,
Fell sick, and was surrounded
Forthwith by comrades kind,
All pressing to assist,
Or see, their friend, at least.
And ease his anxious mind —
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An irksome multitude.
Ah, sirs ! the sick was fain to cry,
Pray leave me here to die,
As others do, in solitude.
Pray, let your kind attentions cease,
Till death my spirit shall release.
But comforters are not so sent:
On duty sad full long intent,
When Heaven pleased, they went,
But not without a friendly glass ;
That is to say, they cropped the grass
And leaves which in that quarter grew,
From which the sick his pittance drew.
Ry kindness thus compelled to fast,
He died for want of food at last
The men take off* no trifling dole
Who heal the body or the souL
Alas the times ! do what we will,
They have their payment, cure or kill.
THE BAT, THE BUSH, AND THE DUCK.
A bush, duck, and bat, having found that in trade
Confined to their country small profits were made,
Into partnership entered to traffic abroad,
Their purse, held in common, well guarded from fraud.
BOOK XII. FABLE VII.
Their factors and agents, these trading allies
Employed where they needed, as cautious as wise:
Their journals and legers, exact and discreet,
Recorded by items expense and receipt.
All throve, till an argosy, on its way home,
With a cargo worth more than their capital sum,
In attempting to pass through a dangerous strait,
Went down with its passengers, sailors, and freight,
To enrich those enormous and miserly stores,
From Tartarus distant but very few doors.
Regret was a thing which the firm could but feel :
Regret was the thing they were slow to reveal ;
For the least of a merchant well knows that the weal
Of his credit requires him his loss to conceal.
But that which our trio unluckily suffered
Allowed no repair, and of course was discovered.
No money nor credit, 'twas plain to be seen
Their heads were now threatened with bonnets of
green ; *
And, the facts of the case being every where known,
No mortal would open his purse with a loan.
Debts, bailiffs, and lawsuits, and creditors gruff,
At the crack of day knocking,
(Importunity shocking ! )
Our trio kept busy enough.
The bush, ever ready and on the alert,
Now caught all the people it could by the skirt : —
* Such us insolvent debtors were anciently required to wear, in
France, after m;iking cession of their effects, in order to escape im-
prisonment. — Ed.
BOOK XII. FABLE VIII. 243
Pray, sir, De so good as to tell, if you please,
If you know whereabout the old villanous seas
Have hid all our goods which they stole t'other night.
The diver, to seek them, went down out of sight.
The bat didn't venture abroad in the day,
And thus of the bailiffs kept out of the way.
Full many insolvents, not bats, to hide so,
Nor bushes, nor divers, I happen to know,
But even grand seigniors, quite free from all cares,
By virtue of brass, and of private backstairs
THE QUARREL OF THE DOGS AND CATS, AND
THAT OF THE CATS AND MICE\
Enthroned by an eternal law,
Hath Discord reigned throughout the universe.
In proof, I might from this our planet draw
A thousand instances diverse.
Within the circle of our view,
This queen hath subjects not a few.
Beginning with the elements,
It is astonishing to see
How they have stood, to all intents,
As wrestlers from eternity.
244 BOOK XII. FABLE VIII.
Besides these four great potentates,
Old stubborn earth, fire, flood, and air,
How many other smaller states
Are waging everlasting war !
In mansion decked with frieze and column,
Dwelt dogs and cats in multitudes ;
Decrees, promulged in manner solemn,
Had pacified their ancient feuds.
Their lord had so arranged their meals and labors,
And threatened quarrels with the whip,
That, living in sweet cousinship
They edified their Avondering neighbors.
At last, some dainty plate to lick,
Or profitable bone to pick,
Bestowed by some partiality,
Broke up the smooth equality.
The side neglected were indignant
At such a slight malignant
Some writers make the whole dispute begin
With favors to a dog's v/ife lying in.
Whate'er the cause, the altercation
Soon grew a perfect conflagration.
In hall and kitchen, dog and cat
Took sides with zeal for this or that.
New rules upon the cat side falling-
Produced tremendous caterwauling.
Their advocate, against such rules as these,
Advised recurrence to the old decrees.
They searched in vain, for, hidden in a nook,
The thievish mice had eaten up the book.
BOOK XII. FABLE IX.
Another quarrel, in a trice,
Made many sufferers with the mice ;
For many a veteran whiskered-face,
With craft and cunning richly stored,
And grudges old against the race,
Now watched to put them to the sword ;
Nor mourned for this that mansion's lord.
Resuming our discourse, we see
No creature from opponents free.
'Tis nature's law for earth and sky ;
'Twere vain to ask the reason why ;
God's works are good, — I cannot doubt it, -
And that is all I know about it.
I know, however, that the cause
Which hath our human quarrels brought,
Three quarters of the time, is nought
That will be, is, or ever was.
Ye veterans, in state and church,
At threescore years, indeed,
It seems there still is need
To give you lessons with the birch !
THE WOLF AJND THE FOX.
Whence comes it that there liveth not
A man contented with his lot ?
246 BOOK XII. FABLE IX.
Here's one who would a soldier be,
Whom soldiers all with envy see.
A fox to be a wolf once sighed.
With disappointments mortified,
Who knows but that, his wolfship cheap,
The wolf himself would be a sheep ?
I marvel that a prince is able,
At eight, to put the thing in fable ;
While I, beneath my seventy snows,
Forge out, with toil and time,
The same in labored rhyme,
Less striking than his prose.
The traits which in his work we meet,
A poet, it must be confessed,
Could not have half so well expressed
He bears the palm as more complete.
'Tis mine to sing it to the pipe ;
But I expect that when the sands
Of Time have made my hero ripe,
He'll put a trumpet in my hands.
My mind but little doth aspire
To prophecy ; but yet it reads
On high, that soon his glorious deeds
Full many Homers will require —
BOOK XII. FABLE IX. 247
Of which this age produces few.
But, bidding mysteries adieu,
I try my powers upon this fable new.
Dear wolf, complained a hungry fox,
A lean chick's meat, or veteran cock's,
Is all I get by toil or trick :
Of such a living I am sick.
With far less risk, you've better cheer;
A house you need not venture near,
But I must do it, spite of fear.
Pray, make me master of your trade,
And let me by that means be made
The first of all my race that took
Fat mutton to his larder's hook :
Your kindness shall not be repented.
The wolf quite readily consented.
I have a brother, lately dead ;
Go fit his skin to yours, he said.
'Twas done ; and then the wolf proceeded :
Now mark you well what must be done,
The dogs that guard the flock to shun.
The fox the lessons strictly heeded.
At first, he boggled, in his dress ;
But awkwardness grew less and less,
Till perseverance gave success.
His education scarce complete,
A flock, his scholarship to greet,
Came rambling out that way.
The new-made wolf his work began,
248 BOOK XII. FABLE IX.
Amidst the heedless nibblers ran,
And spread a sore dismay.
Such terror did Patroclus spread,
When on the Trojan camp and town,
Clad in Achilles' armor dread,
He valiantly came down.
The matrons, maids, and aged men
All hurried to the temples then. —
The bleating host now surely thought
That fifty wolves were on the spot :
Dog, shepherd, sheep, all homeward fled,
And left a single sheep in pawn,
Which Renard seized when they were gone.
But, ere upon his prize he fed,
There crowed a cock near by, and down
The scholar threw his prey and gown,
That he might run that way the faster —
Forgetting lessons, prize, and master.
How useless is the art of seeming !
Reality, in every station,
Is through its cloak at all times gleaming
And bursting out on fit occasion.
Young prince, to your unrivalled wit,
My muse gives credit, as is fit,
For what she here hath labored with —
The subject, characters, and pith.
BOOK XII. FABLE X. 249
THE LOBSTER AND HER DAUGHTER.
The wise, sometimes, as lobsters do,
To gain their ends back foremost go.
It is the rower's art ; and those
Commanders who mislead their foes,
Do often seem to aim their sight
Just where they don't intend to smite.
My theme, so low, may yet apply
To one whose fame is very high,
Who finds it not the hardest matter
A hundred-headed league to scatter.
What he will do, what leave undone,
Are secrets with unbroken seals,
Till victory the truth reveals.
Whatever he would have unknown
Is sought in vain. Decrees of Fate
Forbid to check, at first, the course
Which sweeps at last with torrent force.
One Jove, as ancient fables state,
Exceeds a hundred gods in weight.
So Fate and Louis would seem able
The universe to draw,
Bound captive to their law. —
But come we to our fable.
A mother lobster did her daughter chide :
For shame, my daughter ! can't you go ahead ?
250 BOOK XII. FABLE XI.
And how go you yourself, the child replied ;
Can I be but by your example led ?
Head foremost should I, singularly, wend,
While all my race pursue the other end ?
She spoke with sense : for better or for worse,
Example has a universal force.
To some it opens wisdom's door,
But leads to folly many more.
Yet, as for backing to one's aim,
When properly pursued
The art is doubtless good,
At least in grim Bellona's game.
THE EAGLE AND THE MAGPIE.
The eagle, through the air a queen,
And one far different, I ween,
In temper, language, thought, and mien, —
The magpie, — once a prairie crossed.
The by-path where they met was drear,
x\nd Madge gave up herself for lost;
But, having dined on ample cheer,
The eagle bade her, Never fear ;
You're welcome to my company ;
For if the king of gods can be
BOOK XII. FABLE XI. 251
Full oft in need of recreation, —
Who rules the world, — right well may I,
Who serve him in that high relation :
Amuse me, then, before you fly.
Our cackler, pleased, at quickest rate
Of this and that began to prate.
Not he of whom old Flaccus writes,
The most impertinent of wights,
Or any babbler, for that matter,
Could more incontinently chatter.
At last she offered to make known —
A better spy had never flown —
All things, whatever she might see,
In travelling from tree to tree.
But, with her offer little pleased,
Nay, gathering wrath at being teased, —
For such a purpose, never rove,
Replied th' impatient bird of Jove.
Adieu, my cackling friend, adieu ;
My court is not the place for you :
Heaven keep it free from such a bore.
Madge flapped her wings, and said no more.
'Tis far less easy than it seems
An entrance to the great to gain.
The honor oft hath cost extremes
Of mortal pain.
The craft of spies, the tattling art,
And looks more gracious than the heart,
BOOK XII. FABLE XII.
Are odious there ;
But still, if one would meet success,
Of different parishes the dress
He, like the pie, must wear.
THE KING, THE KITE, AND THE FALCONER.
TO HIS AUGUST HIGHNESS, MONSEIGNEUR THE PRINCE
The gods, for that themselves are good,
The like in mortal monarchs would.
The prime of royal rights is grace ;
To this e'en sweet revenge gives place.
So thinks your highness, while your wrath
Its cradle for its coffin hath.
Achilles no such conquest knew —
In this a hero less than you.
That name, indeed, belongs to none,
Save those who have, beneath the sun,
Their hundred generous actions done.
The golden age produced such powers,
But truly few this age of ours.
The men who now the topmost sit,
Are thanked for crimes which they omit.
For you, unharmed by such examples,
A thousand noble deeds are winning temples,
BOOK XII. FABLE XII. 253
Wherein Apollo, by the altar-fire,
Shall strike your name upon his golden lyre.
The gods await you in their azure dome ;
One age must serve for this your lower home.
One age entire with you would Hymen dwell :
O that his sweetest spell
For you a destiny may bind
By such a period scarce confined !
The princess and yourself no less deserve.
Her charms as witnesses shall serve ;
As witnesses, those talents high
Poured on you by the lavish sky,
Outshining all pretence of peers
Throughout your youthful years.
A Bourbon seasons grace with wit:
To that which gains esteem, in mixture fit,
He adds a portion from above
Wherewith to waken love.
To paint your joy — my task is less sublime :
I therefore turn aside to rhyme
What did a certain bird of prey.
A kite, possessor of a nest antique,
Was caught alive one day.
It was the. captor's freak
That this so rare a bird
Should on his sovereign be conferred.
The kite, presented by the man of chase,
With due respect, before the monarch's face,
If our account is true,
BOOK XII. FABLE XII.
And perched upon the royal nose.
What! on the nose of majesty?
Ay, on the consecrated nose did he.
Had not the king his sceptre and his crown ?
Why, if he had, or had not, 'twere all one:
The royal nose, as if it graced a clown,
Was seized. The things by courtiers done,
And said, and shrieked, 'twere hopeless to relate.
The king in silence sate ;
An outcry, for a sovereign king,
Were quite an unbecoming thing.
The bird retained the post where he had fastened ;
No cries nor efforts his departure hastened.
His master called, as in an agony of pain,
Presented lure and fist, but all in vain.
It seemed as if the savage bird,
With instinct most absurd.
BOOK XII. FABLE XII.
In spite of all the noise and blows,
Would roost upon that sacred nose !
The urging off of courtiers, pages, master,
But roused his will to cling the faster.
At last he quit, as thus the monarch spoke:
Give egress hence, imprimis, to this kite,
And, next, to him who aimed at our delight.
From each his office we revoke.
The one as kite we now discharge ;
The other, as a forester at large.
As in our station it is fit,
We do all punishment remit
The court admired. The courtiers praised the deed
In which themselves did but so ill succeed. —
Few kings had taken such a course.
The fowler might have fared far worse ;
His only crime, as of his kite,
Consisted in his want of light
About the danger there might be
In coming near to royalty.
Forsooth, their scope had wholly been
Within the woods. Was that a sin ? —
By Pilpay this remarkabie affair
Is placed beside ifll Ganges' flood.
No human creature ventures, there,
To shed of animals the blood :
The deed not even royalty would dare.
Know we, they say, — both lord and liege, —
This bird saw not the Trojan siege ?
BOOK XII. FABLE XII.
Perhaps a hero's part he bore,
And there the highest helmet wore.
What once he was, he yet may be.
Taught by Pythagoras are we,
That we our forms with animals exchange ;
We're kites or pigeons for a while,
Then biped plodders on the soil ;
As volatile, again
The liquid air we range. —
Now, since two versions of this tale exist,
I'll give the other, if you list.
A certain falconer had caught
A kite, and for his sovereign thought •
The bird a present rich and rare.
It may be once a century
Such game is taken from the air ;
For 'tis the pink of falconry.
The captor pierced the courtier crowd,
With zeal and sweat, as if for life :
Of such a princely present proud,
His hopes of fortune sprang full rife ;
When, slap, the«savage made him feel
His talons newly aWed with steel,
By perching on his nasal member,
As if it had been senseless timber.
Out shrieked the wight ; but peals of- laughter,
Which threatened ceiling, roof, and rafter,
From courtier, page, and monarch broke :
Who had not laughed at such a joke ?
BOOK XII. FABLE X1I1. 257
For me, so prone am I to such a sin,
An empire had not held me in.
I dare not say, that, had the pope been there,
He would have joined the laugh sonorous ;
But sad the 'king, I hold, who should not dare
To lead, for such a cause, in such a chorus.
The gods are laughers. Spite of ebon brows,
Jove joins the laugh which he allows.
As history saith, the Thunderer's laugh went up
When limping Vulcan served the nectar cup.
Whether or not immortals here are wise,
Good sense, I think, in my digression lies.
For, since the moral 's what we have in view,
What could the falconer's fate have taught us new?
Who does not notice, in the course of things,
More foolish falconers than indulgent kings ?
THE FOX, THE FLIES, AJND THE HEDGEHOG.
A fox, old, subtle, vigilant, and sly, —
By hunters wounded, fallen in the mud, —
, Attracted, by the traces of his blood,
That buzzing parasite, the fly.
He blamed the gods, and wondered why
The Fates so cruelly should wish
To feast the fly on such a costly dish.
258 BOOK XII. FABLE XIII.
What ! light on me ! make me its food !
Me, me, the nimblest of the wood !
How long has fox-meat been so good ?
What serves my tail ? Is it a useless weight ?
Go, — Heaven confound thee, greedy reprobate ! -
And suck thy fill from some more vulgar veins !
A hedgehog, witnessing his pains,
(This fretful personage
Here graces first my page,)
Desired to set him free
From such cupidity.
My neighbor fox, said he,
My quills these rascals shall empaie,
And ease thy torments without fail.
Not for the world, my friend ! the fox replied.
Pray let them finish their repast.
These flies are full. Should they be set aside,
New, hungrier swarms would finish me at last.
Consumers are too common here below,
In court and camp, in church and state, we know.
Old Aristotle's penetration
Remarked our fable's application ;
It might more clearly in our nation.
The fuller certain men are fed,
The less the public will be bled.
BOOK XII. FABLE XIV. 259
LOVE AND FOLLY.
Love bears a world of mystery —
His arrows, quiver, torch, and infancy :
'Tis not a trifling work to sound
A sea of science so profound :
And, hence, t' explain it all to-day
Is not my aim, but, in my simple way,
To show how that blind archer lad
(And he a god !) came by the loss of sight,
And eke what consequence the evil had,
Or good, perhaps, if named aright —
A point I leave the lover to decide,
As fittest judofe, who h^th the matter tried.
260 BOOK XII. FABLE XIV.
Together, on a certain day,
Said Love and Folly were at play :
The former yet enjoyed his eyes.
Dispute arose. Love thought it wise
Before the council of the gods to go,
Where both of them by birth held stations ;
But Folly, in her lack of patience,
Dealt on his forehead such a blow
As sealed his orbs to all the light of heaven.
Now Venus claimed that vengeance should be given.
And by what force of tears yourselves may guess
The woman and the mother sought redress.
The gods were deafened with her cries —
Jove, Nemesis, the stern assize
Of Orcus, — all the gods, in short,
From whom she might the boon extort.
The enormous wrong she well portrayed —
Her son a wretched groper made,
An ugly staff his steps to aid !
For such a crime, it would appear,
No punishment could be severe :
The damage, too, must be repaired.
The case maturely weighed and cast,
The public weal with private squared :
Poor Folly was condemned, at last,
By judgment of the court above,
To serve for aye as guide to Love.
BOOK XII. FABLE XV. 261
THE RAVEN, THE GAZELLE, THE TORTOISE,
AND THE RAT.
TO MADAM DE LA SABLIERE.
A temple I reserved you, in my rhyme.
It might not be completed but with time.
Already its endurance I had grounded
Upon this charming art, divinely founded ;
And on the name of that divinity
For whom its adoration was to be.
These words I should have written o'er its gate -
To IRIS IS THIS PALACE CONSECRATE ;
Not Tier who served the queen divine ;
For Juno's self, and he who crowned her bliss,
Had thought it for their dignity, I wis,
To bear the messages of mine.
Within" the dome the apotheosis
Should greet th' enraptured sight —
All heaven, in pomp and order meet,
Conducting Iris to her seat
Beneath a canopy of light !
The walls would amply serve to paint her life, —
A matter sweet, indeed, but little rife
In those events, which, ordered by the Fates,
Cause birth, or chancre, or overthrow of states.
BOOK XII. FABLE XV.
The innermost should hold her image, -r~
Her features, smiles, attractions there, —
Her art of pleasing without care, —
Her loveliness, that's'sure of homage.
Some mortals, kneeling at her feet, —
Earth's noblest heroes, — should be seen ;
Ay, demigods, and even gods, I ween:
(The worshipped of the world thinks meet,
Sometimes, her altar to perfume.)
Her eyes, so far as that might be,
Her soul's rich jewel should illume ;
Alas ! but how imperfectly !
For could a heart that throbbed to bless
Its friends with boundless tenderness, —
Or could that heaven-descended mind
Which, in its matchless beauty, joined
The strength of man with woman's grace, -
Be given to sculptor to express ?
O Iris, who canst charm the soul,
Nay, bind it with supreme control, —
Whom as myself I can but love, —
(Nay, not that word: as I'm a man,
Your court has placed it under ban,
And we'll dismiss it,) pray approve
My filling up this hasty plan!
This sketch has here received a place,
A simple anecdote to grace,
Where friendship shows so sweet a face,
That in its features you may find
Somewhat accordant to your mind
BOOK XII. FABLE XXII.
That Elephantis is at war
With savage hosts of Rhinocer ?
You know these reaims, not void of fame ?
I joy to learn them now hy name,
Returned Sir Gill, for, first or last,
No lisp of them has ever passed,
Throughout our dome so blue and vast
Abashed, the elephant replied,
What came you, then, to do ? —
Between two emmets to divide
A spire of grass in two.
We take of all a care ;
And, as to your affair,
Before the gods, who view with equal eyes
The small and great, it hath not chanced to rise
THE FOOL AND THE SAGE.
A fool pursued, with club and stone,
A sage, who said, My friend, well done !
Receive this guinea for your pains ;
They well deserve far higher gains.
The workman's worthy of his hire,
'Tis said. There comes a wealthy squire,
Who hath wherewith thy works to pay ;
To him direct thy gifts, and they
276 BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII.
Shall gain their proper recompense.
Urged by the hope of gain,
Upon the wealthy citizen
The fool repeated the offence.
His pay this time was not in gold.
Upon the witless man
A score of ready footmen ran,
And on his back, in full, his wages told.
Jn courts, such fools afflict the wise ; x
They raise the laugh at your expense.
To check their babble, were it sense '
Their folly meetly to chastise ?
Perhaps 'twill take a stronger man.
Then make them worry one who can.
THE ENGLISH FOX.
TO MADAM HARVEY.
Sound reason and a tender heart
With thee are friends that never part.
A hundred traits might swell the roll ; —
Suffice to name thy nobleness of soul ;
Thy power to guide both men and things ;
Thy temper open, bland, and free,
A gift that draweth friends to thee,
BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII. 277
To which thy firm affection clings,
Unmarred by age or change of clime,
Or tempests of this stormy time ; —
All which deserve, in highest lyric,
A rich and lofty panegyric :
But no such thing wouldst thou desire,
Whom pomp displeases, praises tire.
Hence mine is simple, short, and plain ;
Yet, madam, I would fain
Tack on a word or two
Of homage to your country due, —
A country well beloved by you.
With mind to match the outward case,
The English are a thinking race.
They pierce all subjects through and through ;
Well armed with facts, they hew their way,
And give to science boundless sway.
Quite free from flattery, 1 say,
Your countrymen, for penetration,
Must bear the palm from every nation ;
For e'en the dogs they breed excel
Our own in nicety of smell.
Your foxes, too, are cunninger,
As readily we may infer
From one that practised, 'tis believed,
A stratagem the best conceived.
The wretch, once, in the utmost strait
By dogs of nose so delicate,
Approached a gallows, where,
BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII.
A lesson to like passengers,
Or clothed in feathers or in furs,
Some badgers, owls, and foxes, pendent were.
Their comrade, in his pressing need,
Arranged himself among the dead.
I seem to see old Hannibal
Outwit some Roman general,
And sit securely in his tent,
The legions on some other scent
But certain dogs, kept back
To tell the errors of the pack,
Arriving where the traitor hung",
A fault in fullest chorus sung.
Though by their bark the welkin rung,
Their master made them hold the tongue,
Suspecting not a trick so odd.
Said he, The rogue's beneath the sod.
My dogs, that never saw such jokes,
Won't bark beyond these honest folks.
The rogue would try the trick again.
He did so to his cost and pain.
Again with dogs the welkin rings ;
Again our fox from gallows swings ;
But though he hangs with greater faith,
This time, he does it to his death.
So uniformly is it true,
A stratagem is best when new.
The hunter, had himself been hunted,
So apt a trick had not invented ;
COOK XII. FABLE XVI. 267
THE WOODS AND THE WOODMAN.
A certain wood-chopper lost or broke
From his axe's eye a bit of oak.
The forest must needs be somewhat spared
While such a loss was being repaired.
Came the man at last, and humbly prayed
That the woods would kindly lend to him —
A moderate loan — a single limb,
Whereof might another helve be made,
And his axe should elsewhere drive its trade.
O, the oaks and firs that then might stand,
A pride and a joy, throughout the land,
For their ancientness and glorious charms !
The innocent Forest lent him arms ;
But bitter indeed was her regret ;
For the wretch, his axe new-helved and whet,
Did nought but his benefactress spoil
Of the finest trees that graced her soil ;
And ceaselessly was she made to groan,
Doing penance for that fatal loan.
Behold the world-stage and its actors,
Where benefits hurt benefactors ! —
A weary theme, and full of pain ;
For where's the shade so cool and sweet,
Protecting strangers from the heat,
268 BOOK XII. FABLE XVII.
But might of such a wrong complain ?
Alas ! I vex myself in vain :
Ingratitude, do what I will,
Is sure to be the fashion still.
THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HORSE.
A rox, though young, by no means raw,
Had seen a horse — the first he ever saw :
Ho! neighbor wolf, said he to one quite green,
A creature in our meadow I have seen, —
Sleek, grand ! I seem to see him yet, —
The finest beast I ever met.
Is he a stouter one than we ?
The wolf demanded, eagerly.
Some picture of him let me see.
If I could paint, said fox, I should delight
T' anticipate your pleasure at the sight ;
But come - ; who knows? perhaps it is a prey
By fortune offered in our way.
They went. The horse, turned loose to graze,
Not liking much their looks or ways,
Was just about to gallop off.
Sir, said the fox, your humble servants, we
Make bold to ask you what your name may be.
BOOK XII. FABLE XVIII. 269
Replied, Sirs, you yourselves may read my name ;
My shoer round my heel hath writ the same.
The fox excused himself for want of knowledge:
Me, sir, my parents did not educate, —
So poor, a hole was their entire estate.
My friend, the wolf, however, taught at college,
Could read it were it even Greek.
The wolf, to flattery weak, •—
Approached, to verify the boast ;
For which, four teeth he lost.
The high-raised hoof came down with such a blow,
As laid him bleeding on the ground full Ioav.
My brother, said the fox, this shows how just
What once was taught me by a fox of wit, —
Which on thy jaws this animal hath writ., —
" All unknown things the wise mistrust"
THE FOX AND THE TURKEYS.
Against a robber fox, a tree
Some turkeys served as citadel.
That villain, much provoked to see-
Each standing there as sentinel,
Cried out, Such witless birds
At me stretch out their necks, and gobble
No, by the powers! I'll give them trouble.
BOOK XII. FABLE XVIII.
He verified his words.
The moon, that shined full on the oak,
Seemed then to help the turkey folk.
But fox, in arts of siege well versed,
Ransacked his bag of tricks accursed.
He feigned himself about to climb ;
Walked on his hinder legs sublime;
Then death most aptly counterfeited,
And seemed anon resuscitated.
A practiser of wizard arts
Could not have filled so many parts.
In moonlight he contrived to raise
His tail, and make it seem a blaze :
And countless other tricks like that.
Meanwhile, no turkey slept or sat.
Their constant vigilance at length,
As hoped the fox, wore out their strength.
Bewildered by the rigs he run,
They lost their balance one by one.
As Renard slew, he laid aside,
Till nearly half of them had died;
Then proudly to his larder bore,
And laid them up, an ample store.
A foe, by being over-heeded,
Has often in his plan succeeded.
BOOK XII. FABLE XX. 271
There is an ape in Paris,
To which was given a wife:
Like many a one that marries,
This ape, in brutal strife.
Soon beat her out of life.
Their infant cries — perhaps not fed, —
But cries, I ween, in vain;
The father laughs : his wile is dead,
And he has other loves again,
Which he will also beat, I think, —
Returned from tavern drowned in drink.
For aught that's good, you need not look
Among the imitative tribe ;
A monkey be it, or what makes a book —
The worse, I deem — the aping scribe.
THE SCYTHIAN PHILOSOPHER.
A Scythian philosopher austere,
Resolved his rigid life somewhat to cheer,
BOOK XII. FABLE XX.
Performed the tour of Greece, saw many things,
But, best, a sage, — one such as Virgil sings, —
A simple, rustic man, that equaled kings ;
From whom the gods would hardly bear tne palm,
Like them unawed, content, and calm.
His fortune was a little nook of land ;
And there the Scythian found him, hook in hand,
His fruit-trees pruning. Here he cropped
A barren branch, there slashed and lopped,
Correcting Nature every where,
Who paid with usury his care.
Pray, why this wasteful havoc, sir? —
So spoke the wondering traveller; —
Can it, I ask, in reason's name,
Be wise these harmless trees to maim ?
Fling down that instrument of crime,
And leave them to the scythe of Time.
Full soon, unhastened, they will go
To deck the banks of streams below.
Replied the tranquil gardener,
rhumbly crave your pardon, sir;
Excess is all my hook removes,
By which the rest more fruitful proves.
The philosophic traveller —
Once more within his country cold —
Himself of pruning-hook laid hold,
And made a use most free and bold ;
Prescribed to friends, and counseled neighbors,
To imitate his pruning labors.
The finest limbs he did not spare,
BOOK XII. FABLE XXI. 273
But pmned his orchard past all reason,
Regarding neither time nor season,
Nor taking of the moon a care.
All withered, drooped, and died.
This Scythian I set beside
The indiscriminating Stoic.
The latter, with a blade heroic,
Retrenches, from his spirit sad,
Desires and passions, good and bad,
Not sparing e'en a harmless wish.
Against a tribe so Vandalish
With earnestness I here protest.
They maim our hearts ; they stupefy
Their strongest springs, if not their best ;
They make us cease to live before we die.
THE ELEPHANT AND THE APE OF JUPITER.
'Twixt elephant and beast of horned nose
About precedence a dispute arose,
Which they determined to decide by blow's.
The day was fixed, when came a messenger
To say the ape of Jupiter
Was swiftly earthward seen to bear
His bright caduceus through the air.
BOOK Xir. FABLE XXI.
This monkey, named in history Gill,
The elephant at once believed
A high commission had received
To witness, by his sovereign's will,
The aforesaid battle fought
Uplifted by the glorious thought,
The beast was prompt on Monsieur Gill to wait;
But found him slow, in usual forms of state,
His high credentials to present.
The ape, however, ere he went,
Bestowed a passing salutation.
His excellency would have heard
The subject matter of legation:
But not a word !
His fight, so far from stirring heaven, —
The news was not received there, even !
What difference sees the impartial sky
Between an elephant and fly ?
Our monarch, doting on his object,
Was forced himself to break the subject
My cousin Jupiter, said he,
Will shortly, from his throne supreme,
A most important combat see,
For all his court a thrilling theme.
What combat ? said the ape, with serious face.
Is't possible you should not know the case ? —
The elephant exclaimed — not know, dear sir,
That Lord Rhinoceros disputes
With me precedence of the brutes?
BOOK XII. FABLE XXII. 275
That Elephantis is at war
With savage hosts of Rhinocer ?
You know these realms, not void of fame ?
I joy to learn them now by name,
Returned Sir Gill, for, first or last,
No lisp of them has ever passed,
Throughout our dome so blue and vast
Abashed, the elephant replied,
What came you, then, to do ? —
Between two emmets to divide
A spire of grass in two.
We take of all a care ;
And, as to your affair,
Before the gods, who view with equal eyes
The small and great, it hath not chanced to rise
THE FOOL AND THE SAGE.
A fool pursued, with club and stone,
A sage, who said, My friend, well done !
Receive this guinea for your pains ;
They well deserve far higher gains.
The workman's worthy of his hire,
'Tis said. There comes a wealthy squire,
Who hath wherewith thy works to pay ;
To him direct thy gifts, and they
BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII.
Shall gain their proper recompense.
Urged by the hope of gain,
Upon the wealthy citizen
The fool repeated the offence.
His pay this time was not in gold.
Upon the witless man
A score of ready footmen ran,
And on his back, in full, his wages told.
In courts, such fools afflict the wise ;
They raise the laugh at your expense.
To check their babble, were it sense
Their folly meetly to chastise ?
Perhaps 'twill take a stronger man.
Then make them worry one who can.
THE ENGLISH FOX.
TO MADAM HARVEY.
Sound reason and a tender heart
With thee are friends that never part.
A hundred traits might swell the roll ; —
Suffice to name thy nobleness of soul ;
Thy power to guide both men and things ;
Thy temper open, bland, and free,
A gift that draweth friends to thee,
BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII. 277
To which thy firm affection clings,
Unmarred By age or change of clime,
Or tempests of this stormy time ; —
All which deserve, in highest lyric,
A rich and lofty panegyric :
But no such thing wouldst thou desire,
Whom pomp displeases, praises tire.
Hence mine is simple, short, and plain ;
Yet, madam, I would fain
Tack on a word or two
Of homage to your country due, —
A country well beloved by you.
With mind to match the outward case,
The English are a thinking race.
They pierce all subjects through and through ;
Well armed with facts, they hew their way,
And give to science boundless sway.
Quite free from flattery, 1 say,
Your countrymen, for penetration,
Must bear the palm from every nation ;
For e'en the dogs they breed excel
Our own in nicety of smell.
Your foxes, too, are cunninger,
As readily we may infer
From one that practised, 'tis believed,
A stratagem the best conceived.
The wretch, once, in the utmost strait
By dogs of nose so delicate,
Approached a gallows, where,
278 BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII
A lesson to like passengers,
Or clothed in feathers or in furs, ;
Some badgers, owls, and foxes, pendent were.
Their comrade, in his pressing need,
Arranged himself among the dead.
I seem to see old Hannibal
Outwit some Roman general,
And sit securely in his tent,
The legions on some other scent,
But certain dogs, kept back
To tell the errors of the pack,
Arriving where the traitor hung,
A fault in fullest chorus sung.
Though by their bark the welkin rung,
Their master made them hold the tongue,
Suspecting not a trick so odd.
Said he, The rogue's beneath the sod.
My dogs, that never saw such jokes,
Won't bark beyond these honest folks.
The rogue would try the trick again.
He did so to his cost and pain.
Again with dogs the welkin rings ;
Again our fox from gallows swings ;
But though he hangs with greater faith,
This time, he does it to his death.
So uniformly is it true,
A stratagem is best when new.
The hunter, had himself been hunted,
So apt a trick had not invented ;
BOOK XII. FABLE XXIII. 279
Not that his wit had been deficient; —
With that, it cannot be denied,
Your English folks are well-provisioned; —
But wanting love of life sufficient,
Full many an Englishman has died.
One word to you, and 1 must quit
My much-inviting subject :
A long eulogium is a project
For which my lyre is all unfit
The song or verse is truly rare,
Which can its meed of incense bear,
And yet amuse the general ear,
Or wing its way to lands afar.
Your prince once told you, I have heard,
(An able judge, as rumor says,)
That he one dash of love preferred
To all a sheet could hold of praise.
Accept — 'tis all I crave — the offering
Which here my muse has dared to bring —
Her last, perhaps, of earthly acts ;
She blushes at its sad defects.
Still, by your favor of my rhyme,
Might not the self-same homage please, the while,
The dame who fills your northern clime
With winged emigrants sublime
From Cytherea's isle ?
By this, you understand, I mean
Love's guardian goddess, Mazann.
280 BOOK XII. FABLE XXIV.
THE SU.N AND THE FROGS.
Long from the monarch of the stars
The daughters of the mud received
Support and aid ; nor dearth nor wars,
Meanwhile, their teeming- nation grieved.
They spread their empire far and wide
Through every marsh, by every tide.
The queens of swamps — I mean no more
Than simply frogs (great names are cheap)-
Caballed together on the shore,
And cursed their patron from the deep,
And came to be a perfect bore.
Pride, rashness, and ingratitude,
The progeny of fortune good,
Soon brought them to a bitter cry, —
The end of sleep for earth and sky.
Their clamors, if they did not craze,
Would truly seem enough to raise
All living things to mutiny
Against the power of Nature's eye.
The sun, according to their croak,
Was turning all the world to smoke.
It now behoved to take alarm,
And promptly powerful troops to arm.
Forthwith in haste they sent
Their croakino- embassies :
BOOK XTI. FABLE XXV. 281
To all their states they went,
And all their colonies.
To hear them talk, the all
That rides upon this whirling ball,
Of men and things, was left at stake
Upon the mud that skirts a lake !
The same complaint, in fens and bogs,
Still ever strains their lungs ;
And yet these much-complaining frogs
Had better hold their tongues ;
For, should the sun in anger rise,
And hurl his vengeance from the skies,
That kingless, half aquatic crew
Their impudence would sorely rue.
THE LEAGUE OF THE RATS.
A mouse was once in mortal fear
Of a cat that watched her portal near.
What could be done in such a case ?
With prudent care she left the catship,
And courted, with a humble grace,
A neighbor of a higher race,
Whose lordship — I should say, his ratship
Lay in a great hotel ;
And who had boasted oft, 'tis said,
2S2 BOOK XII. FABLE XXV.
Of living wholly without dread.
Well, said this braggart, well,
Dame Mouse, what should I do ?
Alone I cannot rout
The foe that threatens you.
I'll rally all the rats about,
And then I'll play him such a trick !
The mouse her courtesy dropped,
And off the hero scampered quick,
Nor till he reached the buttery stopped,
Where scores of rats were clustered,
In riotous extravagance
All feasting at the host's expense.
To him, arriving there much flustered,
Indeed, quite out of breath,
A rat among the feasters saith,
What news ? what news ? I pray you, speak.
The rat, recovering breath to squeak,
Replied, To tell the matter in a trice,
It is, that we must promptly aid the mice ;
For old Raminagrab is making
Among their ranks a dreadful quaking.
This cat, the fell Caligular of cats,
When mice are gone, will live on rats.
True, true, said each and all ;
To arms ! to arms ! the cry and call.
Some ratties by their fears
Were melted e'en to tears.
It mattered not a whisk,
Nor checked the valor brisk.
BOOK XII. FABLE XXVI. 283
Each took upon his back
Some cheese in haversack,
And pledged himself to risk
His carcass in the cause.
They marched as to a feast,
Not flinching in the least, —
But quite too late, for in his jaws
The cat already held the mouse.
They rapidly approached the house —
To save their friend, beyond a doubt.
Just then the cat came growling out,
The mouse beneath his whiskered nose,
And marched along before his foes.
At such a voice, our rats discreet,
Foreboding a defeat,
Effected, in a style most fleet,
A fortunate retreat.
Back hurried to his hole each rat,
And afterwards took care to shun the cat
FABLE XXVI .
DAPHNIS AND ALCIMADURE.
N IMITATION OF THEOCRITUS
TO MADAM DE LA MESANGERE.
' Offsfring of her to whom, to-day,
While from thy lovely self away,
284 BOOK XII. FABLE XXVI.
A thousand hearts their homage pay,*
Besides the throngs whom friendship binds to please*
And some whom love presents thee on their knees.
A mandate which I cannot thrust aside
Between you both impels me to divide
Some of the incense which the dews distil
Upon the roses of a sacred hill,
And which, by secret of my trade,
Is swee#and most delicious made.
To you I say, .... but all to say
Would task me far beyond my day ;
I need judiciously to choose;
Thus husbanding my voice and muse,
Whose strength and leisure soon will faiL
I'll only praise your tender heart, and hale,
Exalted feelings, wit, and grace,
In which there's none can claim a higher place,
Excepting her whose praise is your entail.
Let not too many thorns forbid to touch
These roses — I may call them such —
If Love should ever say as much.
By him it will be better said, indeed ;
And them who his advices will not heed,
Scourge fearfully will he,
As you shall shortly see.
A blooming miracle of yore
Despised his godship's sovereign power ;
* Madam de la Mdsangere was the daughter of Madam do la
BOOK XII. FABLE XXVI. 285
They called her name Alcimadure.
A haughty creature, fierce and wild,
Sne sported, Nature's tameless child.
Rough paths her wayward feet would lead
To darkest glens of mossy trees ;
Or she would dance on daisied mead,
With nought of law but her caprice.
A fairer could not be,
Nor crueler, than she.
Still charming in her sternest mien, —
E'en when her haughty look debarred, —
What had she been to lover, in
The fortress of her kind regard !
Daphnis, a high-born shepherd swain,
Had loved this maiden to his bane.
Not one regardful look or smile,
Nor e'en a gracious word, the while,
Relieved the fierceness of his pain.
O'erwearied with a suit so vain,
His hope was but to die ;
No power had he to fly.
He sought, impelled by dark despair,
The portals of the cruel fair.
Alas ! the winds his only listeners were !
The mistress gave no entrance there —
No entrance to the palace where,
Ingrate, against her natal day,
She joined the treasures sweet and gay
In garden or in wild-wood grown,
To blooming beauty all her own.
286 BOOK XII. FABLE XXVI.
I hoped, he cried,
Before your eyes I should have died ;
But, ah ! too deeply I have won your hate ;
Nor should it be surprising news
To me, that you should now refuse
To lighten thus my cruel fate.
My sire, when I shall be no more,
Is charged to lay your feet before
The heritage your heart neglected.
With this my pasturage shall be connected,
My trusty dog, and all that he protected ;
And, of my goods which then remain,
My mourning friends shall rear a fane.
There shall your image stand, 'midst rosy bowers,
Reviving through the ceaseless hours
An altar built of living flowers.
Near by, my simple monument
Shall this short epitaph present:
" Here Daphnis died of love. Stop, passenger,
And say thou, with a falling tear,
This youth here fell, unable to endure
The ban of proud Alcimadure."
He would have added, but his heart
Now felt the last, the fatal dart
Forth marched the maid, in triumph decked,
And of his murder little recked.
In vain her steps her own attendants checked,
BOOK XII. FABLE XXVI. 287
That she, at least, should shed,
Upon her lover dead,
Some tears of due respect.
The rosy god, of Cytherea born,
She ever treated with the deepest scorn :
Contemning him, his laws, and means of damage,
She drew her train to dance around his image,
When, woful to relate,
The statue fell, and crushed her with its weight!
A voice forth issued from a cloud, —
And echo bore the words aloud
Throughout the air wide spread, —
"Let all now love — the insensible is dead."
Meanwhile, down to the Stygian tide
The shade of Daphnis hied,
And quaked and wondered there to meet
The maid, a ghostess, at his feet
All Erebus awakened wide,
To hear that beauteous homicide
Beg pardon of the swain who died,
For being deaf to love confessed,
As was Ulysses to the prayer
Of Ajax, begging him to spare,
Or as was Dido's faithless guest
288 BOOK XII. FABLE XXVII.
THE ARBITER, THE ALMONER, AND THE HERMIT.
Three saints, for their salvation jealous*
Pursued, with hearts alike most zealous,
By routes diverse, their common aim.
All highways lead to Rome : the same
Of heaven our rivals deeming true,
Each chose alone his pathway to pursue.
Moved by the cares, delays, and crosses,
Attached to suits by legal process,
One gave himself as judge, without reward,
For earthly fortune having small regard.
Since there are laws, to legal strife
Man damns himself for half his life.
For half? — Three fourths ! — perhaps the whole !
The hope possessed our umpire's soul,
That on his plan he should be able
To cure this vice detestable. —
The second chose the hospitals.
I give him praise : to solace pain
Is charity not spent in vain,
While men in part are animals.
The sick — for things went then as now they go —
Gave trouble to the almoner, I trow.
Impatient, sour, complaining ever,
As racked by rheum, or parched with fever, —
His favorites are such and such ;
With them he watches ever-much.
BOOK XII. FABLE XXVII. 289
And lets us die, they say. —
Such sore complaints from day to day
Were nought to those that did await
The reconciler of debate.
His judgment suited neither side ;
Forsooth, in either party's view,
He never held the balance true,
But swerved in every cause he tried.
Discouraged by such speech, the arbiter
Betook himself to see the almoner.
As both received but murmurs for their fees,
They both retired, in not the best of moods,
To break their troubles to the silent woods,
And hold communion with the ancient trees.
There, underneath a rugged mountain,
Beside a clear and silent fountain,
A place revered by winds, to sun unknown,
They found the other saint, who lived alone.
Forthwith they asked his sage advice.
Your own, he answered, must suffice ;
Who but yourselves your wants should know?
To know one's self, is, here below,
The first command of the Supreme.
Have you obeyed, among the bustling throngs?
Such knowledge to tranquillity belongs ;
Elsewhere to seek were fallacy extreme.
Disturb the water — do you see your face ?
See we ourselves within a troubled breast ?
A murky cloud, in such a case,
290 BOOK XII. FABLE XXVII.
Though once it were a crystal vase !
But, brothers, let it simply rest,
And each shall see his features there impressed.
For inward thought a desert home is best
Such was the hermit's answer brief;
And, happily, it gained belief.
But business, still, from life must not be stricken.
Since men will doubtless sue at law, and sicken,
Physicians there must be, and advocates, —
Whereof, indeed, no lack the world awaits,
While wealth and honors are the well-known baits.
Yet, in the stream of common wants when thrown,
What busy mortal but forgets his own ?
O, you who give the public all your oare,
Be it as judge, or prince, or minister,
Disturbed by countless accidents most sinister,
By adverse gales abased, debased by fair, —
Yourself you never see, nor see you aught
Comes there a moment's rest for serious thought,
There comes a flatterer too, and brings it all to nought
This lesson seals our varied page :
O, may it teach from age to age !
To kings I give it, to the wise propose.
Where could my labors better close ?
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