To run is nothing ; we must timely start. The hare and tortoise here shall teach the art. “ Let's bet,” the tortoise said, “ my clever spark, Which, you or I, the first shall gain that mark.” “ The first ? what, are you mad ? “ the hare replied “ Take hellebore and purge ; your talk is wide.” “ Well, mad or not, I’ll bet !” the tortoise cried.— The stakes accordingly were paid, And near the winning-post were laid. What were the stakes we won't say in this place, Nor who it was that judged the race. The hare had scarce four jumps to make, Of such as, nearly caught, he’s wont to take ; Leaving the hounds behind, who then may wait For the Greek Kalends, roaming until late. Taking his time, to feast at ease, And list and sniff whence comes the breeze, The hare lets now the tortoise go, Like a grave bishop pacing slow. And now behold the tortoise gone, Toiling, hastening slowly on. The hare the bet but little prized, And such a victory despised ; He thought, in his great pride of heart, ’Twas yet too soon for him to start. So, browsing, resting at his ease, Oblivious of his bet, he sees The tortoise the wished goal about to gain, He sprang like lightning, but he sprang in vain : The tortoise won just as the hare took flight. “ Well,” she exclaimed, “ good runner, was I right ? What means your swiftness, yielding thus to me ? And if you bore your house, what would it be ? ”

Ah, wretch ! " exclaimed a man who saw a snake, " Of thee I'll such example make, Asshall delight the universe." On which upon the animal perverse- I mean the snake, and not the man, .. For here 'tis easy to mistake- On which, upon the snake he ran, ..Who yielded to be sacked away, And, what was worse, condemned to die that day, Guilty or not. And yet, to grace the deed, With show of justice spake the man and said " Symbol of all the ungrateful ! thou must bleed ; To spare thee I should be an arrant fool ; Die-and of thee I live no more afraid." The serpent spoke his best, in answer cool; " If all the ungrateful you condemn to die, Who may for pardon raise a hoping eye ? You're self-accused—look at yourself, and see The very crime that you condemn in me. My days are yours, so limit here their measure ; Your laws are whim, self-interest, or pleasure ; Strike then, as these your fancy set on fire ; But let me frankly say e'er I expire, That of ingratitude, since Lime began, The symbol's not in serpents, but in man." This for a moment turned the blow aside : " Trifling is thy defence," at last he cried : " I have the right, and could thy fate decide ; But to an umpire I submit my mind." " With all my heart," the serpent quick rejoined. A cow just by was beckoned to the place ; She wondered when she heard the simple case : " Must I be called for that ?" she cries, " Serpent, you're right : why here the truth disguise ? Long I have nourished him, and I may say Without some gift he never passed a day For him my calves, for him my milk distilled ; Homeward from me his hands went ever filled ; ..Him I've restored, when old and weak, .. Sick came he health from me to seek ; .. .For him a life of pain I lead, To please him or supply his need. Now I am old-I'm of my grass bereft ; Might I but graze ! but there tied up I'm left, Neglected in a corner all the day. If then a serpent were my master, pray, Could lie show more ingratitude ? Adieu—I've done." The man astonished stood, Said to the snake : " And must her sentence bind, Doting old fool, not in her proper mind ? Let's hear the ox." The snake cried, " Be it so !" Soon done as said, the ox came moving slow. When ruminating o'er the case he hears, He said, that through the labour of long years, For man alone ,he bore oppressing fears ; For us unceasing all his toils and pains, Ours the abundance from his labour brought, That with revolving seasons decked our plains, Which Ceres gives to man ; but dearly bought By the poor brute who for the plenty wrought; His toil rewarded but with cruel blows ; And when grown old, his blood as freely flows, Honoured at last before the gods to bleed, To purchase pardons mortels only need. Thus spoke the ox : The man exclaimed : " Give o'er ! I'll hear such idle eloquence no more : Instead of arbitrator here, He comes accusing to seduce the ear. Let us," he said, " before the tree appear. " But this was worse—he gives asylum kind Against the heat, the rain, the roaring wind. For us alone the garden decks and fields ; Nor is the shade the only food he yields ; He bends beneath his fruit, and yet his hire Is to be levelled and cut up for fire ;

Though every season owned his generous root, Flowers in the Spring, and in the Autumn fruit, In Summer shade, in Winter faggots too. Why take the axe, while pruning still might do, And he might live, and still his strength renew ? The man enraged at evidence so strong, Who wished to gain his lave-suit right or wrong : " I am too mild," he cried, " to hear you all," And straight dashed sack and snake against the wall. The great thus ever crush the small ; Reason offends them, for their empty heads Think all things theirs, both men and quadrupeds, And serpents too that make them tremble. Foolish are they that let their tongues run on. What then, you'll ask, is to be done ? Speak at a distance, or with art dissemble.Ah, wretch ! " exclaimed a man who saw a snake, " Of thee I'll such example make, Asshall delight the universe." On which upon the animal perverse- I mean the snake, and not the man, .. For here 'tis easy to mistake- On which, upon the snake he ran, ..Who yielded to be sacked away, And, what was worse, condemned to die that day, Guilty or not. And yet, to grace the deed, With show of justice spake the man and said " Symbol of all the ungrateful ! thou must bleed ; To spare thee I should be an arrant fool ; Die-and of thee I live no more afraid." The serpent spoke his best, in answer cool; " If all the ungrateful you condemn to die, Who may for pardon raise a hoping eye ? You're self-accused—look at yourself, and see The very crime that you condemn in me. My days are yours, so limit here their measure ; Your laws are whim, self-interest, or pleasure ; Strike then, as these your fancy set on fire ; But let me frankly say e'er I expire, That of ingratitude, since Lime began, The symbol's not in serpents, but in man." This for a moment turned the blow aside : " Trifling is thy defence," at last he cried : " I have the right, and could thy fate decide ; But to an umpire I submit my mind." " With all my heart," the serpent quick rejoined. A cow just by was beckoned to the place ; She wondered when she heard the simple case : " Must I be called for that ?" she cries, " Serpent, you're right : why here the truth disguise ? Long I have nourished him, and I may say Without some gift he never passed a day For him my calves, for him my milk distilled ; Homeward from me his hands went ever filled ; ..Him I've restored, when old and weak, .. Sick came he health from me to seek ; .. .For him a life of pain I lead, To please him or supply his need. Now I am old-I'm of my grass bereft ; Might I but graze ! but there tied up I'm left, Neglected in a corner all the day. If then a serpent were my master, pray, Could lie show more ingratitude ? Adieu—I've done." The man astonished stood, Said to the snake : " And must her sentence bind, Doting old fool, not in her proper mind ? Let's hear the ox." The snake cried, " Be it so !" Soon done as said, the ox came moving slow. When ruminating o'er the case he hears, He said, that through the labour of long years, For man alone ,he bore oppressing fears ; For us unceasing all his toils and pains, Ours the abundance from his labour brought, That with revolving seasons decked our plains, Which Ceres gives to man ; but dearly bought By the poor brute who for the plenty wrought; His toil rewarded but with cruel blows ; And when grown old, his blood as freely flows, Honoured at last before the gods to bleed, To purchase pardons mortels only need. Thus spoke the ox : The man exclaimed : " Give o'er ! I'll hear such idle eloquence no more :

Instead of arbitrator here, He comes accusing to seduce the ear. Let us," he said, " before the tree appear. " But this was worse—he gives asylum kind Against the heat, the rain, the roaring wind. For us alone the garden decks and fields ; Nor is the shade the only food he yields ; He bends beneath his fruit, and yet his hire Is to be levelled and cut up for fire ; Though every season owned his generous root, Flowers in the Spring, and in the Autumn fruit, In Summer shade, in Winter faggots too. Why take the axe, while pruning still might do, And he might live, and still his strength renew ? The man enraged at evidence so strong, Who wished to gain his lave-suit right or wrong : " I am too mild," he cried, " to hear you all," And straight dashed sack and snake against the wall. The great thus ever crush the small ; Reason offends them, for their empty heads Think all things theirs, both men and quadrupeds, And serpents too that make them tremble. Foolish are they that let their tongues run on. What then, you'll ask, is to be done ? Speak at a distance, or with art dissemble.

The gay cicada, full of song All the sunny season long, Was unprovided and brought low, When the north wind began to blow ; Had not a scrap of worm or fly, Hunger and want began to cry ; Never was creature more perplexed. She called upon her neighbour ant, And humbly prayed her just to grant Some grain till August next ; “I'll pay, ” she said, “what ye invest, Both principal and interest, Honour of insects –and that's tender. ” The ant, however, is no lender ; That is her least defective side ; “But, hark ye, pray, Miss Borrower, ” she cried, “What were ye doing in fine weather ? ” “ Singing . . . nay,! look not thus askance, To every comer day and night together. ” “ Singing ! I'm glad of that ; why now then dance. ”