- The Shepherd and the Lion
- The Lion and the Hunter
- Phoebus And Boreas
- Jupiter and the Farmer
- The Cockerel, the Cat, and the Young Mouse
- The Fox, the Monkey, and the Animals – La Fontaine Fables
- The Mule Boasting Of His Genealogy – La Fontaine Fables
- The Old Man and the Ass
- The Stag Seeing Himself In The Water
- The Hare and the Tortoise
- The Ass and his Masters
- The Sun and the Frogs
- The Countryman and the Serpent
- The Sick Lion and the Fox
- The Fowler, the Hawk, and the Lark
- The Horse and the Ass
- The Dog That Dropped The Substance For The Shadow
- The Carter in the Mire
- The Charlatan
- Discord – Jean de La Fontaine Fables
- The Young Widow
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, honour, and renown.”
The prince heard of it, called the man, thus spake:
“My stable holds a steed
Of the Arcadian breed,
Of which an orator I wish to make.”
“Well, sire, you 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 was 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.
“Ah!” was the charlatan’s reply,
vere that, the king, the ass, or I,
Shall, one or other of us, die.”
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 Charlatan – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 6
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