It's thus, by crystal fount, my muse has sung, Translating into heavenly tongue Whatever came within my reach, From hosts of beings borr'wing nature's speech.
Some time ago, a sultan Leopard, By means of many a rich escheat, Had many an ox in meadow sweet, And many a stag in forest, fleet, And (what a savage sort of shepherd!)
For Monseigneur The Duke Du Maine. To Jupiter was born a son, Who, conscious of his origin, A godlike spirit had within.
The wolf and fox are neighbours strange: I would not build within their range. The fox once eyed with strict regard From day to day, a poultry-yard;
Long since, a Mogul saw, in dream, A vizier in Elysian bliss; No higher joy could be or seem, Or purer, than was ever his.
The lion, for his kingdom's sake, In morals would some lessons take, And therefore called, one summer's day, The monkey, master of the arts, An animal of brilliant parts, To hear what he could say.
To judge no man by outside view, Is good advice, though not quite new. Some time ago a mouse's fright On this moral shed some light.
A man was planting at fourscore. Three striplings, who their satchels wore, "In building," cried, "the sense were more; But then to plant young trees at that age!