jESOPS FABLES. u Lycari. I pad dcn-dreadful Menates confine CjlUne,wd Ljcttu clad with Pines. Fab. XV. Of theWolf and the Crane. BUt while the Wolf devour'd the innocent Lamb Railing her voice and eyes to Heaven,the dam Implor'd revenge: Pan from the fhepherds coat To W Menalus heard,and fix'd a Bone in's throat. He wonders what obftru&s, who Warder ftood, Stopping fo old a thorough-fare of Blood. W hat lhall he doe ? or where now find a Cure ? Great was the Danger, nor could he indure The pain, while he o'r Hill and Dale did pais To native Realms, where his own Surgeon was. When on a riling Bank hard by, he fpy'd Bellin the R am : he could but be deny'd ; And though his teeth blufh'd with the purple Gore Of his dear Son,flain neer his Mother's door, Yet he would try; in fome Mifchances,Foes Will,with our Friends,commiferate our W^oes. Upon this Icorehe went, and thus belpoke The King, and horned Father of the Flock. Sir, may your Wives be numerous, and bear Twins alwaies, and be pregnant Twice a Year, And may your beauteous Son, who on yon Bank Conferr'd with me, where we together Drank, Be golden fleec'd, and when his Horns grow Large, T' a thoufand Yews a husband's Love difcharge. 'Tis true, our Nations long at ods have been ; Yet why mould puhlick Jars raifc private Spleen ? Let there,my Lord, no Perional difference be; Or drive we, Let us itrive in Courtefie. Favours may purchase Love, Love Peace may win, Quarrels may cik, fince once they did begin. Sufpecting