jESOPS FABLES. Fortune ajjifts the Bold, and he that dares, Though but a Swain, May Scepters gain , But whom cold Blood beleaguers with bafe Fears, That ftart at every Sound, like timorous Hares, At Court not thrive, nor in the Martial Lifts, Nor Venus in Love's Condud them affifts. Moral. Strange are effeBs of Fear, Danger tofhun On grim Death's flernefl Vifages we run : Fear in a night will blafl the Conqueror's Bays, And from fierv'd Cities mighty Armies raife. Fab.