OP S FABLES. And may you Conqueror o'r the dwarfi ^ Triumph on Strymon, or on Hebrm banks. But to your Friend be kind, and draw a Bone Sticks in his Throat, ungraceful I'm to none Then I'll a Trout prefent thee fweet and good, Cleans'd in a filver Stream, and free from Mud. If that not fatisfy, molt noble Crane, To pleafe thy Pallat this whole Fen I'll drain. He undertakes the Cure, nor pluck'd he oft With his long Bill, but lfgrims well, and cough'd. The Bird demands his Pay : The WolfdX that With a fbwr Smile reply'd ; Sir Crane, for what ? For plucking out a Bone are thy Demands ? Thou might'ft have ftretch'd/ool,on thele yellow fands Venr'ring thy long Bill in my Throat, thy Head I freely gave j thank me thou art not dead. Or come and draw another out, though loath 1 fhall reward thee nobly then for both, W'hen to himfelf, the griev'd Crane mourning (aid; Great Favours thus are by tb' ungrateful f aid. Mora l. So Merchants,having fcafd a dangerous Sea, Mochas to their Saints, for promts'd Offerings, fay: But fome more impious, having touch'd dry Land, Thinthey perform, to let their Statues fland.