FABLES. Fab. XVI. Of the Husband-man and the Serpent. *V T^[ THen a cold Storm confirm'd the trem-Y/ V/ blingBogs, And drove to warmer Springs the naked Frogs, With's Prong on's back a fimple Farmer Boldly goes Through Froft and Snows, Ice on's Beard, fire in's Nofe, A freeze Jerkin all his Armour; To feed Sheep, and Cattel fodder. Where by chance he found Frozen to the ground Stretch'd at length a dying Adder. The cruel Serpent under Death's arreft, Strange, but the Fable hath fufficient Teft, He takes, and in his bofom lodges, Where at night His delight His dear Wife he'll invite, And home again in hafte he trudges. The Viper as a precious Jewel Streight he laid in Mofs, Putting fticks acrofs, Bulling out to fetch more Fuel. Frefh warmth gave Refurredion to the Fiend, And from the Dead the Devil did afcend, His vital Spirits returning; He now grown hot, Frefh Poifbn got, Contriving ftreight a damned Plot, With Rage and Malice burning. H He