How fhall he chase this hideous guest? The court he quits to fly from Care, Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews, And droughts that starve the labour'd plains. In vain we seek to fly from Care. At At length he thus the ghost addrest. Be kind, and follow me no more, EK FABLE T WO formal Owls together fate, Conferring thus in folemn chat. How is the modern taste decay'd! Where's the respect to wisdom paid? Our Our worth the Grecian fages knew, They gave our fires the honour due, They weigh'd the dignity of fowls, And pry'd into the depth of owls. And all ador'd th' Athenian bird. Brother, you reason well, replies The folemn mate, with half-fhut eyes; Befides, on Pallas' helm we fit, A Sparrow, who was lodg'd befide, And thus he nimbly vents his heat. Who meets a fool must find conceit. From hence they taught their schools to know Since fools as wife as you might seem. And grateful farmers praise your care, FABLE |