- The Two Rats, the Fox, and the Egg
- The Man and the Adder
- The Tortoise and the Two Ducks
- The Fishes and the Cormorant
- The Burier And His Comrade
- The Wolf and the Shepherds
- The Spider and the Swallow
- The Partridge and the Cocks
- The Dog whose Ears were Cropped
- The Shepherd and the King
- The Fishes and the Shepherd Who Played The Flute
- The Two Parrots, the King, And His Son
- The Lioness and the Bear
- The Two Adventurers and the Talisman
- The Rabbits
- The Merchant, the Noble, the Shepherd, and the King’s Son
Thrysis—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 Annette fished with line and hook.
But never 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,
Who a thousand times more will charm you;
Fear not that her prison will harm you,
Though there you should chance to get bound.
It’s only to us men she is cruel:
You she will treat kindly;
A snug little pond she’ll find you,
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 you 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.
The Fishes and the Shepherd Who Played The Flute – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 10
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