- 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
To win a race, the swiftness of a dart
Avails 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.”
It was done; the stakes were paid,
And near the goal tree laid
Of what, is 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, 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 honour
To take late start and gain on 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,
I bore my house on my back.”
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The Hare and the Tortoise – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 6
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