JESOPS FABLES. Fab. XXXVIII. Of the Lyon that was fick, ^~1^Hrough all the Foreft was a Rumor fpread, The King the Lyons Sick,fomereport Dead. No fboner was it trumpeted by Fame, But Wild and Tame, From all parts came, With Countenances fad, Though inly glad; A mighty Throng at the Court Gates appear : But flie Sir Reynard was not there. To whom the King thus with a Porcupin's Quill Writ on a Leaf; Dear Coufin,I am ill, And your Ad vice now want to make my Will. If you fufpedl: ( but Fear is caufle/s, Sir ) Danger at Court,alas! I cannot ftir; The holy Wolf here teacheth Heaven s Commands, Grim Malfyn ftands, Wringing her Hands, The Lamb and Tygre fit Both at my Feet; But none of thefecan comfort ls} like you. You fhall not,Friend,your coming rue, Ah ! let me fee thee e'r my Eys do fail; You oft have help'd me, oft your Wifdom's Tail Made on the ground my Parliament Robes to trail. To whom the fiibtile Fox repli'd again, That he to Heaven would pray,his Soveraign May former Health recover, and once more From more to fliore Be heard torore, And with his Voice to make The Foreft make: But