FABLES. 81 Fab. XXXiV. Of the Fox and Ape. THe French Ape gives the Fox of Spain bonjour Three Congees, and tres bumble fervitttre: Then thus begins; In France we not indure To fee long Cloaks, all there Go in the fliorteft Wear, But your large Faftiionis theftatelier fare. Pardonne moy} as we are all too Ihort, In Curtail'd Garments, A la modes o'th' Court, ; So with th' other extreme, yours Sir, doth fort. Be pleas'd to wear your Fur A little fhorter, Sir; Twill be as grave, and fait well with your Port. Seignour, I know your Taylor is not here, My Apejhip's Workman, quickly with his Shear Shall cut you flhorter, and my /elf will wear The remnant of your Train, Conformable to Spain: And then Don Diegoes both we fhall appear. Si Sennor,ud the Fox, we Dons of Spain Are conftant to our Fafhion, fuch a Train My Father's Father wore; and to be plain, This long Wear I will keep, Though it the Kennel fweep, Rather than give an Inch to Monfieur Vain. Moral. Heaven to each Nation feveral Genius gave ; The French too Airy, Spaniards feem too Grave: Cityjtbe Country; Courtiers both defpife ; Civil and rudejnofi their own Manners prife.