Fables, tr. en vers fr. par le chevalier de Chatelain1853 |
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Page 174 - The cards, obedient to his words, Are by a fillip turn'd to birds. His little boxes change the grain : Trick after trick deludes the train. He...
Page 2 - Through all the country rais'd his name. A deep Philosopher (whose rules Of moral life were drawn from schools) The Shepherd's homely cottage sought, And thus explor'd his reach of thought :
Page 20 - Whence sprung the vain conceited lie, That we the world with fools supply ? What! give our sprightly race away, For the dull helpless sons of clay! Besides, by partial fondness shown, Like you we dote upon our own.
Page 6 - By stealth invade my neighbour's right; Rapacious animals we hate: Kites, hawks, and wolves deserve their fate.
Page 206 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
Page 208 - She next the stately Bull implored, And thus replied the mighty lord: " Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well, I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence : a...
Page 116 - I must bid the world adieu, Let me my former life review. I grant my bargains well were made, But all men over-reach in trade ; 'Tis self-defence in each profession, Sure self-defence is no transgression ! The little portion in my hands.
Page 180 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Page 96 - Lin'd with red rags, to look like blood, Did well his threefold trade explain, Who shav'd, drew teeth, and breath'da vein.
Page 174 - This magic looking-glass," she cries, (" There, hand it round) will charm your eyes " : Each eager eye the sight desired, And ev'ry man himself admired.