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The Wallet La Fontaine's fable

From heaven, one day, did Jupiter proclaim,
“Let all that live before my throne appear,
And there if any one hath aught to blame,
In matter, form, or texture of his frame,
He may bring forth his grievance without fear.
Redress shall instantly be given to each.
Come, monkey, now, first let us have your speech.
You see these quadrupeds, your brothers;
Comparing, then, yourself with others,
Are you well satisfied?” “And wherefore not?”
Says Jock. “Haven’t I four trotters with the rest?
Is not my visage comely as the best?
But this my brother Bruin, is a blot
On thy creation fair;
And sooner than be painted I’d be shot,
Were I, great sire, a bear.”
The bear approaching, doth he make complaint?
Not he;—himself he lauds without restraint.
The elephant he needs must criticise;
To crop his ears and stretch his tail were wise;
A creature he of huge, misshapen size.
The elephant, though famed as beast judicious,
While on his own account he had no wishes,
Pronounced dame whale too big to suit his taste;
Of flesh and fat she was a perfect waste.
The little ant, again, pronounced the gnat too wee;
To such a speck, a vast colossus she.
Each censured by the rest, himself content,
Back to their homes all living things were sent.
Such folly lives yet with human fools.
For others lynxes, for ourselves but moles.
Great blemishes in other men we spy,
Which in ourselves we pass most kindly by.
As in this world we’re but way-farers,
Kind Heaven has made us wallet-bearers.
The pouch behind our own defects must store,
The faults of others lodge in that before.

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The Wolf and the Fox La Fontaine's fable

Dear wolf,” complain’d a hungry fox,
“A lean chick’s meat, or veteran cock’s,
Is all I get by toil or trick:
Of such a living I am sick.
With far less risk, you’ve better cheer;
A house you need not venture near,
But I must do it, spite of fear.
Pray, make me master of your trade.
And let me by that means be made
The first of all my race that took
Fat mutton to his larder’s hook:
Your kindness shall not be repented.”
The wolf quite readily consented.
“I have a brother, lately dead:
Go fit his skin to yours,” he said.
‘Twas done; and then the wolf proceeded:
“Now mark you well what must be done,
The dogs that guard the flock to shun.”
The fox the lessons strictly heeded.
At first he boggled in his dress;
But awkwardness grew less and less,
Till perseverance gave success.
His education scarce complete,
A flock, his scholarship to greet,
Came rambling out that way.
The new-made wolf his work began,
Amidst the heedless nibblers ran,
And spread a sore dismay.
The bleating host now surely thought
That fifty wolves were on the spot:
Dog, shepherd, sheep, all homeward fled,
And left a single sheep in pawn,
Which Renard seized when they were gone.
But, ere upon his prize he fed,
There crow’d a cock near by, and down
The scholar threw his prey and gown,
That he might run that way the faster—
Forgetting lessons, prize and master.
Reality, in every station,
Will burst out on the first occasion.

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The Woods and the Woodman La Fontaine's fable

A certain wood-chopper lost or broke
From his axe’s eye a bit of oak.
The forest must needs be somewhat spared
While such a loss was being repair’d.
Came the man at last, and humbly pray’d
That the woods would kindly lend to him—
A moderate loan—a single limb,
Whereof might another helve be made,
And his axe should elsewhere drive its trade.
O, the oaks and firs that then might stand,
A pride and a joy throughout the land,
For their ancientness and glorious charms!
The innocent Forest lent him arms;
But bitter indeed was her regret;
For the wretch, his axe new-helved and whet,
Did nought but his benefactress spoil
Of the finest trees that graced her soil;
And ceaselessly was she made to groan,
Doing penance for that fatal loan.
Behold the world-stage and its actors,
Where benefits hurt benefactors!—
A weary theme, and full of pain;
For where’s the shade so cool and sweet,
Protecting strangers from the heat,
But might of such a wrong complain?
Alas! I vex myself in vain;
Ingratitude, do what I will,
Is sure to be the fashion still.

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The Wolf and the Lean Dog La Fontaine's fable

A Troutling, some time since,
Endeavour’d vainly to convince
A hungry fisherman
Of his unfitness for the frying-pan.
The fisherman had reason good—
The troutling did the best he could—
Both argued for their lives.
Now, if my present purpose thrives,
I’ll prop my former proposition
By building on a small addition.
A certain wolf, in point of wit
The prudent fisher’s opposite,
A dog once finding far astray,
Prepared to take him as his prey.
The dog his leanness pled;
“Your lordship, sure,” he said,
“Cannot be very eager
To eat a dog so meager
To wait a little do not grudge:
The wedding of my master’s only daughter
Will cause fat calves and fowls a slaughter;
And then, as you yourself can judge,
I cannot help becoming fatter.”
The wolf, believing, waived the matter,
And so, some days therefrom,
Return’d with sole design to see
If fat enough his dog might be.
The rogue was now at home:
He saw the hunter through the fence.
“My friend,” said he, “please wait;
I’ll be with you a moment hence,
And fetch our porter of the gate.”
This porter was a dog immense,
That left to wolves no future tense.
Suspicion gave our wolf a jog,—
It might not be so safely tamper’d.
“My service to your porter dog,”
Was his reply, as off he scamper’d.
His legs proved better than his head,
And saved him life to learn his trade.