JZSOFS FABLES. Aloud he calls ? Ho! Colonel, How d ye fare ? Be pleas'd to take the Air ; And fince the Wolvijh Army Conquerors are, Keep not within, nor Spirits wall: with Care. The Wolfpxc&vd the Fox defir'd to feaft, And in his abience make him/elf a Gueft ; When with a heavy Groan he thus returns; AhdeareflCoufIn,I Am lick, am like to dy j In a hot Fever all my Body burns. In that nights Service 13 provok'd with Zeal To ferve the Common-weal, After much Toy!, would needs Hand Centinel, Where I took cold, which did my Blood congeal. In my ftopp'd veins rules adventitious Heat; Swift doth my Pulfe like an Alarum beat j My Throat Co dry, that ScasofSheepiJh Blood, Which /till did ufe to cure The Wolvijh Calenture, Commix'd with humane gore, will do no good. Defire not to come in ; Coufin, I fear 'Tis dangerous ; Spots appear : My fhort Breath tcJs me my Departure s neer; Ah! that I had ibme zealous Paftor here. Thin Hunger now gives place to/welling Rage Thir/t to revenge /purs Reynard to engage With mortal Foes: who frraight thus calls a Swain; Ho! Shepherd, come away; Make this a Holy-dayj The Wolf,by whom fuch lofs you did fuftain, f'Jl