The Juggler now in grief of heart, FABLE FABLE XLIII. The COUNCIL of HORSES. UPON a time a neighing steed, Who graz'd among a num'rous breed, Because our fires have borne the chain? To drag the plough-fhare through the foil; То To fweat in harness through the road, To groan beneath the carrier's load? And, to the murmurs of the train, Thus fpoke the Neftor of the plain. Now Now grateful man rewards my pains, To aid each other's mutual need, And act the part by heav'n affign'd. The tumult ceas'd. The colt fubmitted, And, like his ancestors, was bitted. FABLE FABLE XLIV. The HOUND and the HUNTSMAN. Mpertinence at first is borne IM With heedlefs flight, or fmiles of fcorn; Teaz'd into wrath, what patience bears. The noify fool who perfeveres? The morning wakes, the Huntsman founds, At once rush forth the joyful hounds. They feek the wood with eager pace, Through bufh, through brier explore the chace. What care, what industry, what pains! Ringwood, a Dog of little fame, The Huntsman to the clamour flies'; The fmacking lafh he fmartly plies. His |