FABLES. Then in vaft Woods to Hunt they both prepare. The valiant For'fter trufts his new-ground Spear, The Citizen,more wary, takes a Tree, Neer Bruins Cave, where he might fafely fee. The Dogs are ftreight fent in, fuch ranting Gueft So troubled Bruine newly gone to Reft, That to the Tarriers he refigns his Cave; At whofe dire Gates the Woodman with a Glave Did ready ftand, thinking to give the Blow Should his Staff Crimfon in the dying Foe; When his Foot flip'd, his fure Hand fails, his Spear Leaves him to Mercy of the cruel Bear, Fainting, or feigning, to the ground he fell, As one ftruck dead. Then with a hideous Yell Came the incenfed, and arrefted him With his great Paw, to tear him Limb from Limb Fully refolv'd; he brake the Peace, he flew The King his Gueft, and watch'd to kill him too. But when he nuzling laid his Nofe to ground, And from his Mouth nor Lips no paflage found For vital Breath, nor faw his Breaft and Sides To Ebb and Flow with life-refpiring Tides, Scorning to wreak vain Anger on the Dead, To Man more cruel, he this Ledure read; Let Wolvijh Monfters rip up putrid Graves Of buried Foes, and be old malice Slaves: Although thou (bught'ft my life when thou didft live, Thy friends ftiall thee due Rites of Funeral give ; I war not with the Dead: Thus having faid, He coverts in the Woods prote&ing ihade. When from the Tree the Sinner did defcend, And having rous'd alm'oft from Death his Friend, He thus began; Good Sir, what was't the Bear Spake, when fo long he whilper'd in your Ear ? T Who I