FABLE Xxxvi. PYTHAGORAS and the COUNTRYMAN, PYTHAGORAS rofe at early dawn, To breathe the fragrance of the day, Shook the weak barn. Say, friend, what care The Clown, with furly voice replies,. Friend, Friend, fays the Sage, the doom is wife; Think how the glutton, man, devours; Hold, cry'd the Clown, with paffion heated, Shall kites and men alike be treated? When heav'n the world with creatures ftor'd, Whofe murders fpring from power and pride. Thy greater lux'ry to sustain; For *" Petty rogues fubmit to fate, "That great ones may enjoy their state." * GARTH'S DISPENSARY. FABLE The FARMER'S WIFE and the RAVEN. WHY Is then your other husband dead? Or does a worfe difgrace betide? Nor feel affliction in thy fears. Eat now, and weep when dinner's ended; And, |