Not when the welkin rung with "one and all;" And echoes bounded back from Fox's hall: Earth feem'd to fink beneath, and heaven above to fall. With might and main they chac'd the murderous fox, 750 With brazen trumpets, and inflated box, And lay within the very jaws of death ; 755 And fear fupply'd him with this happy thought: See fools, the fhelter of the wood is nigh, 'Tis well advis'd, in faith it shall be done; This Reynard faid: but as the word he spoke, The prifoner with a fpring from prifon broke: Then stretch'd his feather'd fans with all his might, 770 And to the neighbouring maple wing'd his flight. Whom when the traitor fafe on tree beheld, He curs'd the gods, with fhame and forrow fill'd; 775 Shame for his folly, forrow out of time, fend, 780 How juftly may my lord fufpect his friend? To bear you from your palace-yard by might, 785 This, fince you take it ill, I must repent, Though Heaven can witness, with no bad in tent I practis'd it, to make Defcend; fo help me Jove, as you shall find Nay, quóth the cock; but I befhrew us both, If I believe a faint upon his oath: 796 An honeft man may take a knave's advice, lies Shall footh me more to fing with winking eyes, 800 And open mouth, for fear of catching flies. peace. A peace with all 805 my foul, faid Chanticleer; But, with your favour, I will treat it here: And left the truce with treafon fhould be mixt, 'Tis my concern to have the tree betwixt. THE MORAL. In this plain fable you the effect may fee 810 Of negligence, and fond credulity: Then most pernicious when they speak too fair. Who spoke in parables, I dare not fay; 819 THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF*: OR, THE LADY IN THE ARBOUR. A VISION. Now turning from the wintry figns, the fun His course exalted through the Ram had run, And whirling up the skies, his chariot drove Through Taurus, and the lightfome realms of love; Where Venus from her orb defcends in fhowers, To glad the ground, and paint the fields with flowers: 6 It is fingularly ftrange that our author, enumerating the different pieces of Chaucer that he has verfified, thould not fay a fyllable of this exquifite and elegant vifion, which of all his compositions is perhaps the most perfectly melodious. Dr. J. WARTON. |