He wallow'd underneath the board, Or in his master's chamber fnor'd, As on a time, the loving pair The 3 The Hog by chance one morning roam'd Where with new ale the veffels foam'd; He munches now the steaming grains, Now with full fwill the liquor drains; He reels, he rolls his winking eyes, Then stagg'ring through the garden fcowers, And cools his palate with the spoil. The Master came, the ruin spy'd. Villain, fufpend thy rage, he cry'd: The Hog with stutt'ring speech returns. See there, untouch'd your tulips strown, At this, the Gard'ner's paffion grows; Affaults his leg and tears the veins. Ah, foolish fwain, too late you find That fties were for fuch friends defign'd! Reflecting thus on past disgrace; Shall mourn the folly foon or late. FABLE |