Fab. XLII. Of the Fox and Weejle. 7 7hh Ming ]ongR9*rJ was grown Y y the Type Of feven years Famin, Inforc'd with Hunger, which fo much did gripe His clem'd and empty Tripe, At laft he came in To a full Larder, through a ftraiter hole. Than ever Body paft, or /carce a Soul. When he had fluff'd his Panier like a Sack With (lore of Forrage, Until his Belly's Hoops, his Ribs, did crack, Streight he refolveth to go back With all his Carriage, By the fame Pafs he enter'd, nor did think His fides might larger grow, or the hole ftirink. At laft the (freights of the long narrow Lane And low-roof'd Entry He came to, but a pafTage fought in vain; The Fox repuls'd was fain; There to ftand Gentry: Seven times the rocky Pafs with Teeth and Claws He ftrives to open, and as oft did paufe. Then Confcience pricks, a melancholy Fear Shews all his Slaughters, Sad Part let following of a woful Beer, 7 Where lay bold Chanticleer And his three Daughters; Then jetting Turkies with blew fhouts he fpy'd, And white-fleee'd Lambs, which he in Scarlet dy'd. Like f; is; ' I'