jESOPS FABLES. Regions where Rain And Hail remain Muft in his Bofbm be, as Prisoners took: At Lift he grew as full As Toads live in a fcull, When at a mighty Rupture enters Death, And Air confin'd,now flies with vital Breath. Then rpake the Son,over his ga/ping Sire., Hadft thou contented been With this thy link Inn, Not aiming higher, Here thou hadft feen Good days agen, But thou like Icarus didft too much alpire, On thy King's Neck haft trod, Now th' Oxe th' Egyptian God Strov'ft to be like: fo the proud Angels fell^ And though in Heaven, not tyiewwben they lvcre well. Moral. Toflrive ivhat feems imfofjible to get, A Supererogation is of Wit, Not Folly now, when every day we fee What men thought once imfofjible to be. Fab,