- The Animals Sick of the Plague
- The Ill-Married
- The Rat Retired from the World
- The Heron by Jean de La Fontaine Fables
- The Maid
- The Wishes by Jean de La Fontaine’s Fables
- The Vultures and the Pigeons
- The Coach and the Fly
- The Dairywoman and the Pot Of Milk
- The Curate and the Corpse
- The Man Who Ran After Fortune, and the Man Who Waited For Her In His Bed
- The Two Cocks
- The Ingratitude And Injustice Of Men Towards Fortune
- The Fortune-Tellers
- The Cat, the Weasel, and the Young Rabbit
- The Head and the Tail of the Serpent
- An Animal In The Moon
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;
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, it’s 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 he,
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;—
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, before he went away,
To profit by his offer kind,
They asked for wisdom, wealth of mind,—
A treasure void of care and sorrow—
A treasure fearless of the morrow,
Let who will steal, or beg, or borrow.
Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was what he called ...
The Wishes by Jean de La Fontaine’s Fables in Book 7
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