JESOPS FABLES. And none dare lay you in Wolves habic come, And tear dead Bodies from the New-built Tomb, And poor Wolves then for your offences doom, Dogs^once our brethren , curled Curs, you lead Againft our Race; Who now will hear us plead ? W^hen you'r the caufe of all the Blood is Hied. Now by our King W Lycaoiif crown I (wear, So wrong'd by that rebellious Juptcr, Affronted thus, no longer I'll forbear. Thus having faid, at the poor Lamb he flies, His cruel teeth a purple River dies, Whilft warm Blood fpurtles in his face and eyes. U) Ijcuh was King of Arcadia, whom^/rrr transformed into a Wolf, htx-iufe he inhumanely enrcrcain'd him with the fkfh of a Stranger. The Fable is thus recounted by Ovid in his Mcuaorpholu , in the perfon of?*- Me par.n , htc illi fUctt exftricntU In dead of night, when all was whift Me dire Ljctun purpofeth to kill; Nor with fo foul an enterprize con, An Hoflage murthers from Mrfeffi* fent: Part of his fever'd fcarcedead limbs he boyls, Another part on hiffing Embers broi!s; This fet before me, I the Houfe ore- turn'd Which vengeful flames, which round about him burn'd. He frighted to the filent Defart flies, There howles, and fpeech with loft endeavour tries. His felf- like jaws dill grin.- more than for food He flaughteri Beads, and yet delighti in Blood. His Arrm to Thighs, his Cloaths to Bridles chang'd, A Wolf, not much from his firft form eftrana'd; So hoary hair'd, his looks fo full of rape, So fiery ey'd, fo terrible hit ftape. Which Fable vat devis'd to deter men from Impiety.Trcachery^nd In-hofpitality. Moral. They that have Tower to do/nay 3 when they will, PiclQMtirrels, and pretending Jujlice, fyll. Who hunt for Blood, and Spy I, need not invent New Crimes, but lay their own on th'innocent. Fab.