124 FABLES. Fab. LI. Of the LyonjheForefter^and his Daughter. "^T" "T "^T "T Hen they had view'd the wonder, and V/ Y/ theftrife Admir'd of Artifts working to the life Then drew the Forefter's fair Daughter neer, xA.nd whifper'd in her fwarthy Father's ear. The Lyon Harts, and feels a fudden wound, As when at firil his Lyonefs he found, And made her pregnant in a fliadie W^ood, High with Man's flefh, and draughts of humane blood. To whom the Woodman (aid; Sir, fince the Sun Mounts our Meridian, halfhis bufinefs done, And your own Court fo far, be pleas'd to ftiare Part of what's mine,t hough mean, yet wholfbme Fare> Oft humane Princes in poor Lodges have Gladly repos'd,and low Roofs Honour gave. The King the proffer takes ; to lowly Rooms, Yet daily vifited with clenfing Brooms, The Lyon is convai'd,where he in State At a full board in antient Maple fate. Where, whom the Father never overcame, The Daughter did ; (corch'd with Love's cruel flame The Lyon burns, the valiant, ftrong, and wife, Who Javelins did, Dogs, Men, and Nets defpife, Trammels of bright Hair took, a (lender Dart, Shot from a Virgins eye, tranfpierc'd his Heart. The amorous Lyon lays his dreadful Jaws Now in her Lap, gently with dangerous Paws Her fair Hand feizeth, fririnketh up his Nails: Fain would, but could not tell her what he ails. Then