r - jESOTS FABLES. Fab. XIV. Of'the Wolf and the Lamb. TT T fortun'd the fierce Woolfmd tender Lamb, 1 Vex'd with high noon,and Fboebus fcorching flame To quench their Thirft to one cool R iver came. To whom the Wolf,betwixt his Draughts, with flow Yet rancorous fpeech,thus fpake; How dar'ft thou blow My Drin^ and with thy feet up Gravel throw ? Son of a rotten Sire; How durft thou (Slave To cruel Man,who with thy fleece doth lave Himfelf from cold) foul this cleer filver Wave > The Lamb aftonifh'd, ftruck with fudden fear, To fee his Glowing eys, and Brifly hair, Said j Sir be patient, and your Anger (pare. I humbly crave your pardon, that fb neer, And at one time with you I water here; Yet under Favour ftill your ftream is cleer. I am beneath, Sir, if you pleafe to note, And from your mouth to mine the waters float > It pafTeth yours before it touch my Throat. The fell Wolfgvmri<,\is eyes like fire-brands glow; Oh curfed Race, hefaid, to mine a foe, Sill plotting harmlefs Wolves to overthrow; 1 Thy Father, Mother, Sacrilegious Lamb, And all thy bleating Kindred, from the Dam Stile themfelvcs suiltlefs, but I guilty am ; And