JESOPS FABLES. Fab. IX. Of the Lyon and the Moufe. T Hat's this that troubles u s we cannot Somthing is in our Furs,wefeel it creep Betwixt our Neck and Shoulders, 'twill invade Our Throat anon ; the weary Lyon faid, Now come from Hunting,ftretch'd in a coal made. Peace, and wee'U catch a Moufe; his word is kept, His great Paw feiz'd the ftragler as he crept. Who trembling thus begun,King of the grove,r%ve Whom when thou thunder'ft Beafts more fear than Let no fmall crime thy high difpleafure move. Hither I ftray'd by chance ,* think not, great Sir, I came to pick a Hole in Royal Fur, Nor with the Woolf and Fox did I contrive 'Gainft you, nor queftion'd your Prerogative : If fa, then juflly me of life deprive. Should I relate for what great Ad my Name Through Mice an Realms refbunded is by Fame, It would too much my modefty invade; But when at flake Life is and Fortune laid, To fpeak bold Truths, why mould I be afraid ? Tyrrhus who now is through the world renown'd, The Roman Souldierno Barbarian found. In compleat Steel he faw their Armies fliine, Full Squadrons fland exa&er than a Line, Beyond the <4J Cinean Tadicks DifcipJine, Mount; (<0 C'meas was i Commander under fck" King oiEpirut, who writ a book of Military affairs. Cicero in his Epiftles, Sammam me Dxcem liter* tut niiiitrunt.PUne mfiieiam te tarn peritum tjfe rei militttrii. Pjrrhi te li-bres & Cine* vtict hnit*$e. Th) Letters have made me an excellent Can.-mandir. I k*ew net then win fo expert in Militurj f*irs. iVutt / fee thou h4 retithe mrkj 'f Pyrrhus ^Cineas