FABLES. Fab. LIU. Of the Tortoife and the Frogs. WOuld it notgrieveoneftill g Yet everbe within,- (broad, To ly condemn'd to a perpetual load, And over-match'd with ever gowty Toad, And thus be hide-bound in A flough Of proof, An Adamantine Skin : NoCurafeis more tough; A home-fpun Iron Shirt, A Web of Mail ftill on,would Gyants hurt. How happy are thefe Frogs3 That skip about the Bogs! Some pittying God,ah eafe me of my Arms And native Farms, That naked I may Swim Below, now on the Brim, Among the fcalie fwarms, Searching the Bays, and Bofoms of the Lake, And with thefe nimble Crokers pleafure take: Vexr at his Shell, thus the fond Tortoife fpake. But when he faw, fierce Eels devour the Frogs, And mark'd their tender Skin Pierc'd with each Rufh, which circle in the Bogs, And his lefs penetrable then hard Logs, The Tortoife did begin, To find His mind Contented with his Inn! T And