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But, while he tun'd his idle song, ki Borne by the crystal stream along, so
A Trout descried the prize ; ;'' And, upward darting, swift as thought, $? The vain, the boasting insect caught :: $43
The boasting insect dies.
I mark'd his fate, I smote my breast;
Which thus my genius gave: una
THE BOY AND THE RING-DOVE.
A GIDDY Boy, intent on play,
With triumph sparkling in his eyes,
Ye gay, who sport with Satire's darts, And thoughtless aim at human hearts, Approach your victims prostrate laid, And see the hayoc ye have made; Then will ye weep the sportive jest, That robb’d the innocent of rest; The witty tale will charm no more, That set the table in a roar; The shaft at others' bosoms thrown Will turn again to wound your own!
THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE.
But, yet, suppose a genius -rue; to? :)! As, for example, me, or you; L 49.1 Some genial spark of Phæbus rays, tot Perhaps within our bosom plays. 10 Non 0! how the purer rays aspire, 1. diss. If Application fans the fire!ibirá its Without it genius vainly tries, Howe'er sometimes it seem to rise; inns Nay, Application will prevail, ". When braggart parts and genius fail. And, now, to lay my proof before ye, I here present you with a story.
A forward Hare, of swiftness vain,
A Tortoise heard his vain oration,
'Twas · Done!' and `Done;'-all fair-a betJudges prepar'd, and distance set. . The scamp'ring Hare outstripp'd the wind: . The creeping Tortoise lagg'd behind;
And scarce had past a single pole, t ra
'Friend Tortoise;' cries the jeering Hare, oa
Your burden's more than you can bear;11:59 • To help your speed, it were as well , • That I should ease you of your shell. All • Jog on a little faster, prithee: I. t • I'll take a nap, and then be with thee. yoll
So said, so done and safely sure! â 11 For, say, what conquest more secure?
ir Whene'er he wak'd (that's all that's in it). A He could o'ertake him in a minute. L ail
The tortoise heard the taunting jeer,
The bets were won,the Hare awake, . When thus the victor Tortoise spake: 't on asi 69
• Puss, tho’ I own thy quicker parts, etern? • Things are not always won by starts; • Thou may’st deride my awkward pace; hun • But slow and steady wins the race. 1.):
THE HARES WEARY OF LIFE.
THEY who have not sufficient share
Alarm’d by a prodigious cry,