- 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
The gods, for that themselves are good,
The like in mortal monarchs would.
The prime of royal rights is grace;
To this even sweet revenge gives place.
So thinks your highness,—while your wrath
Its cradle for its coffin has.
Achilles no such conquest knew—
In this a hero less than you.
That name indeed belongs to none,
Save those who have, beneath the sun,
Their hundred generous actions done.
The golden age produced such powers,
But truly few this age of ours.
The men who now the topmost sit,
Are thanked for crimes which they omit.
For you, unharmed by such examples,
A thousand noble deeds are winning temples,
Wherein Apollo, by the altar-fire,
Shall strike your name on his golden lyre.
The gods await you in their azure dome;
One age must serve for this your lower home.
One age entire with you would Hymen dwell:
O that his sweetest spell
For you a destiny may bind
By such a period scarce confined!
The princess and yourself no less deserve.
Her charms as witnesses shall serve;
As witnesses, those talents high
Poured on you by the lavish sky,
Outshining all pretence of peers
Throughout your youthful years.
A Bourbon seasons grace with wit:
To that which gains esteem, in mixture fit,
He adds a portion from, above,
Wherewith to waken love.
To paint your joy—my task is less sublime:
I therefore turn aside to rhyme
What did a certain bird of prey.
A kite, possessor of a nest antique,
Was caught alive one day.
It was the captor’s freak
That this so rare a bird
Should on his sovereign be conferred.
The kite, presented by the man of chase,
With due respect, before the monarch’s face,
If our account is true,
And perched on the royal nose.
What! on the nose of majesty?
Ay, on the consecrated nose did he!
Had not the king his sceptre and his crown?
Why, if he had, or had not, it were all one:
The royal nose, as if it graced a clown,
Was seized. The things by courtiers done,
And said, and shrieked, it were hopeless to relate.
The king in silence sate:
An outcry, from a sovereign king,
Were quite an unbecoming thing.
The bird retained the post where he had fastened;
No cries nor efforts his departure hastened.
His master called, as in an agony of pain,
Presented lure and fist, but all in vain.
It seemed as if the cursed bird,
With instinct most absurd,
In spite of all the noise and blows,
Would roost on that sacred nose!
The urging off of courtiers, pages, master,
But roused his will to cling the faster.
At last he quit, as thus the monarch spoke:
“Give egress hence, imprimis, to this kite,
And, next, to him who aimed at our delight.
From each his office we revoke.
The one as kite we now discharge;
The other, as a forester at large.
As in our station it is fit,
We do all punishment remit.”
The court admired. The courtiers praised the deed,
In which themselves did but so ill succeed.—
Few kings had taken such a course.
The fowler might have fared far worse;
His only crime, as of his kite,
Consisted in his want of light,
About the danger there might be
In coming near to royalty.
Forsooth, their scope had wholly been
Within the woods. Was that a sin?—
By Pilpay this remarkable affair
Is placed beside the Ganges’ flood.
No human creature ventures, there,
To shed of animals the blood:
The deed not even royalty would dare.
“Know we,” they say,—both lord and liege,—
“This bird saw not the Trojan siege?
Perhaps a hero’s part he bore,
And there the highest helmet wore.
What once he was, he yet may be.
Taught by Pythagoras are we,
That we our forms with animals exchange;
We’re kites or pigeons for a while,
Then biped plodders on the soil;
As volatile, again
The liquid air we range.—”
Now since two versions of this tale exist,
I’ll give the other if you list.
A certain falconer had caught
A kite, and for his sovereign thought
The bird a present rich and rare.
It may be once a century
Such game is taken from the air;
For It’s the pink of falconry.
The captor pierced the courtier crowd,
With zeal and sweat, as if for life;
Of such a princely present proud,
His hopes of fortune sprang full rife;
When, slap, the savage made him feel
His talons, newly armed with steel,
By perching on his nasal member,
As if it had been senseless timber.
Outshrieked the wight; but peals of laughter,
Which threatened ceiling, roof, and rafter,
From courtier, page, and monarch broke:
Who had not laughed at such a joke?
From me, so prone am I to such a sin,
An empire had not held me in.
I dare not say, that, had the pope been there,
He would have joined the laugh sonorous;
But sad the king, I hold, who should not dare
To lead, for such a cause, in such a chorus.
The gods are laughers. Spite of ebon brows,
Jove joints the laugh which he allows.
As history says, the thunderer’s laugh went up
When limping Vulcan served the nectar cup.
Whether or not immortals here are wise,
Good sense, I think, in my digression lies.
For, since the moral’s what we have in view,
What could the falconer’s fate have taught us new?
Who does not notice, in the course of things,
More foolish falconers than indulgent kings?
The King, the Kite, and the Falconer – Jean de La Fontaine
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