uESOPS FABLES. 107 Fab. XLIV. Of the Bear and the Bees, Jf~y Rmne the Bear receiving a flight Wound ill) | From a too waflhpifli Bee, ~M^Joyful to raife a War on any ground, (It was their Wealth had done the injury) Did now propound, And to himfelf decree, Ne'r to return, till he had overthrown 1 Twelve Waxen Cities of that Nation, And feiz'd their Honey-treafure as his own. 1 This being refolv'd, he to the Garden goes, l Where flood the {lately Hives, ill One, after one, the Barbarous overthrows, And many Citizens oflife deprives: A few furvives, Who in a Body dole; For your everted Towr's,your daughter'd Race, For your great Lofles, and your high Dilgrace, I Fix all your venom'd Weapons in his Face. This laid, the Trumpet founds, the Vulgar rage, And all at once in mighty War engage. Now Brume's ugly vilage did not freeze, Nor his foul hands want Gloves, The monilrousiW you could not fee for Bees, No Bacon Gamon wasfb fluck with Cloves: Who Honv loves Not with iliarp Sawce agrees. Ore-powr'd by multitude, and almoft {lain, He draws his fhatter'd Forces off again; Q Then