JZSOPS FABLES. Fab. XXVI. Of the Fox and the Crane. NOble Sir Crane,1 tarried at my Gate, You^and your Victory to congratulate. I heard the Battel was both (harp and long; The (*> Pigmies are a Nation fierce and ftrong. Bepleas'd good Sir to light, And take a Bait with me, 'tis long to night; Thus did the Fox the mounted Crane invite. The Crane not doubted but the Fox could gibe, As well as any of his fubtile Tribe. But the (harp Air amongft Rifhxan Rocks, Where nothing was but Hunger,Cold,and Knoc Provok'd his Appetite; Befides, afavoury Steam did him invite, And his long Nofe now flood in his own light. At laft Fox-hall they enter, where they fbs A Table in a Broathy Deluge drown'd. Broath muft not cool; This piddles with h While young Sir Reynard did whole Rivers Licks up the Mediterrane, Drinks mifty Bays, then guzzles up the Main, Till the boards Weinicot face appears again. When to himfelf the vex'd Crane faid; Did I That Giant Pigmy kill twelve inches high, When breaking of our egs a Sea he made ? Him, fpitted on this Bill,with wings difplai'd I carried or the Rocks: And fliall this long-tail'd Cur, this Fox-furr'd Fox Abufe me ? Muft rny fhoulders bear his Mocks ? W Of the Cranes and Pygmies, fee Note on Fable 15. I