- The Companions of Ulysses
- The Cat and the Two Sparrows
- The Miser and the Monkey
- The Two Goats
- The Old Cat and the Young Mouse
- The Sick Stag
- The Bat, the Bush, and the Duck
- The Quarrel of the Dogs and Cats
- The Wolf and the Fox
- The Lobster and her Daughter
- The Eagle and the Magpie
- The King, the Kite, and the Falconer
- The Fox, the Flies, and the Hedgehog
- Love And Folly
- The Raven, the Gazelle, the Tortoise, and the Rat
- The Woods and the Woodman
- The Fox, the Wolf, and the Horse
- The Fox and the Turkeys
- The Ape
- The Scythian Philosopher
- The Elephant and the Ape Of Jupiter
- The Fool and the Sage
- The English Fox
- The Sun and the Frogs
- The League of the Rats
- Daphnis And Alcimadure
- The Arbiter, the Almoner, and the Hermit
Sound reason and a tender heart
With you are friends that never part.
A hundred traits might swell the roll;—
Suffice to name your nobleness of soul;
Your power to guide both men and things;
Your temper open, bland and free,
A gift that draws friends to you,
To which your 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 would you 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, I say,
Your countrymen, for penetration,
Must bear the palm from every nation;
For even 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, it’s believed,
A stratagem the best conceived.
The wretch, once, in the utmost strait
By dogs of nose so delicate,
Approached a gallows, where,
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;
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 I 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 rumour says,)
That he one dash of love preferred
To all a sheet could hold of praise.
Accept—It’s 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 favour 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, Mazarin.
Beside a well, uncurbed and deep,A schoolboy laid him down to sleep:(Such rogues can d ...
The English Fox – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 12
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