IW. Jm G.V.Gucht Scul FABLE VII. The LYON, the Fox, and the GEESE. A Lyon, tir'd with State affairs, Quite fick of pomp, and worn with cares, Refolv'd (remote from noise and strife) It It was proclaim'd; the day was fet; The Fox was Viceroy nam'd. The croud Collects his wifdom in his face, The croud admire his wit, his sense, Each word hath weight and consequence; The flatt'rer all his art displays: He who hath power is fure of praise. And thus the fervile throng addrest. Beneath Beneath his conduct and command Rapine shall cease to waste the land; He faid. A Goose, who distant stood, Harangu'd apart the cackling brood. Whene'er I hear a knave commend, He bids me fhun his worthy friend. If they enjoy these sweets, 'tis plain, |