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This, since you take it ill, I must repent,
Nay, quoth the Cock; but I beshrew us both
And least the Truce with Treason should be mixt, 'Tis my concern to have the Tree betwixt. .
The MORA L.
In this plain Fable
you th’Effeet Of Negligence, and fond Credulity: And learn besides of Flatt'rers to beware, Then most pernicious when they speak too fair. The Cock and Fox, the Fool and Knave imply; The Truth is moral, though the Tale a Lie. Who spoke in Parables, I dare not say; But sure, he knew it was a pleasing way, Sound Sense, by plain Example, to convey. And in a Heathen Author we may find, That Pleasure with Instruction should be join'd So take the Corn, and leave the Chaff behind.
Theodore and Honoria.
В B 0 C C Ä C E.
F all the Cities in Romanian Lands,
venna stands :
Adorn'd in ancient Times with Arms and Arts,
This noble Youth to Madness lov'd a Dame, Of high Degree, Honoria was her Name:
Fair as the Fairest, but of haughty Mind,
could move; The Work went backward; and the more he strove T'advance his Sute, the farther from her Love.
Weary'd at length, and wanting Remedy, He doubted oft, and oft resolu'd to die. Bút Pride stood ready to prevent the Blow, For who would die to gratifie a Foe? His gen'rous Mind disdain’d so mean a Fate; That pass’d, his next Endeavour was to Hate.
Bu vainer that Relief than all the rest, The less he hop'd with more Defire possess’d; Love stood the Siege, and would not yield his
Breast. Change was the next,butChange deceiv'd his care; He fought a Fairer, but found none so Fair. He would have worn her out by flow degrees, As Men by fasting starve th' untam'd Disease: But present Love requir'd a present Ease. Looking he feeds alone his familh'd Eyes, Feeds lingring Death, but looking not he dies. Yet still he chose the longest way to Fate, Wasting at once his Life, and his Eftate.
His Friends beheld, and pity'd him in vain, For what Advice can ease a Lover's Pain! Absence, the best Expedient they could find Might save the Fortune, if not cure the Mind: This Means they long propos'd, but little gain'd, Yet after much Pursuit, at length obtain’d.
Hard, you may think it was, to give Consent, But, struggling with his own Desires, he went: