IW, Inv. G.V.dr Gucht Seul FABLE XXVI. The CUR and the MASTIFF. A Sneaking Cur, the mafter's spy, Rewarded for his daily lye, With fecret jealoufies and fears Poor pufs to-day was in disgrace, Another cat supply'd her place; The hound was beat, the maftiff chid, A plan to rob the house was laid; Swift ran the Cur; with indignation The The Dog his humble fuit preferr'd, He spoke. And all the truth appear❜d. FABLE IV. Kent inv. PFourdrinier scul FABLE XXVII. The SICK MAN and the ANGEL. S there no hope? the fick man faid. The filent doctor fhook his head, And took his leave, with figns of forrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow. When When thus the Man, with gafping breath. I feel the chilling wound of death. Since I must bid the world adieu; I grant, my bargains well were made. 'Tis felf-defence in each profeffion, Is well encreas'd. If unawares, If I by writ, or bond, or deed Reduc'd a family to need, My will hath made the world amends; |