Fab.XXVIIL Of the Hart. ^~-HeHart beholding in a Fountain clear HisftatelyCreft, With Antlers drcft, Admiring /aid,1 am a gallant Dear. How many in the Park like me appear > Where is the Beafl that can, Or the CornutedMan. Shew fiich a homey Forrefton his Head? Nor could that mighty Stag, Arms like the/e Weapons brag, Which with the famous Clubman combated, Nor were ABxons branches fairer fpread. But his Supporters did ftir up his Gall; 'Mongft all the ranks Offpindleflianks, None were/o little, none had Legs fo /mall. Both God and Nature he un/uft did call, To mount him like the Crane, On four Limbs lefs than twain. Such /piny Shins ne'r went in any Road ,' Tho/e ufher Dames boail: half, His Legs had ne'r a calf; He wonders that on Stilts he duril: abroad, And why four Sticks bore /uch a gallant Load. Thus while he de/canted on every part, The Wood re/bunds With Horns and Hounds; Like to a Scythian Shaft, or Indian Dart, Or Clouds with Tempeft driven,flysthe Hart: Thofe