132 FABLES. And thought the Gods now kind To grant him fuch a Fort, Over whofe Roof one drove a Ioaden Cart ; Better to bear his Caftle on his back, Though it mould crack, Then to be made a Prey While he abroad did play, To every Grig, and Jack. Then thus aloud his Error he confeft; I live in Walls impregnable, at Reft, While all my Friends with Tyrants are opprcft. Mora l. Thus at Home happy, oft fond Touth complain, And Peace and Plenty with [oft Beds difdain. But when in Forein War Death feah his Eys, His Birth-place he remembers er he dies.