A Wolf, with hunger fierce and bold, Ravag'd the plains and thinn'd the fold: Deep in the wood fecure he lay, The thefts of night regal'd the day; In In vain the shepherd's wakeful care Had spread the toils and watch'd the fnare, The fleeter robber mock'd the chase. As Lightfoot rang'd the forest round, By chance his foe's retreat he found. Let us awhile the war fufpend, And reason as from friend to friend. A truce, replies the Wolf? 'Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun. How can that strong intrepid mind Those jaws should prey on nobler food, Friend, Friend, fays the Wolf, the matter weigh. If mindful of the bleating weal, FABLE Kent jnv. P.Fourdrinier scul FABLE XVIII. The PAINTER who pleafed No body and Every body. L EST men fufpect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view. The trav❜ler, leaping o'er those bounds, Who Who with his tongue hath armies routed Makes ev❜n his real courage doubted. But flatt'ry never seems abfurd, The flatter'd always take your word, They take the strongest praise on trust; Will still come fhort of self-conceit, So very like a Painter drew, He gave each muscle all its strength, The mouth, the chin, the nofe's length His |