I, who have lov'd and honor'd you so long: 600 For, as I bid my beads, by chance I heard The song as of an angel in the yard; A song that would have charm'd th' infernal gods, And banish'd horror from the dark abodes: Had Orpheus sung it in the nether sphere, So much the hymn had pleas'd the tyrant's ear, The wife had been detain'd, to keep the husband there. "My lord, your sire familiarly I knew, A peer deserving such a son as you: He, with your lady mother, (whom Heav'n rest,) 610 Nor Pindar's heav'nly lyre, nor Horace when a swan. Your ancestors proceed from race divine: From Brennus and Belinus is your line; Who gave to sov'reign Rome such loud alarms, That ev'n the priests were not excus'd from arms. "Besides, a famous monk of modern times Has left of cocks recorded in his rhymes, 640 That of a parish priest the son and heir, (When sons of priests were from the proverb clear,) Affronted once a cock of noble kind, And either lam'd his legs or struck him blind; For which the clerk his father was disgrac'd, And in his benefice another plac'd. Now sing, my lord, if not for love of me, Yet for the sake of sweet Saint Charity; Make hills, and dales, and earth, and heav'n rejoice, And emulate your father's angel voice." 650 The cock was pleas'd to hear him speak so fair, And proud beside, as solar people are; 6/0 Ye princes, rais'd by poets to the gods, And Alexander'd up in lying odes, Believe not ev'ry flatt'ring knave's report, There's many a Reynard lurking in the Who, true to love, was all for recreation, And minded not the work of propagation. Gaufride, who couldst so well in rhyme complain The death of Richard with an arrow slain, Why had not I thy Muse, or thou my heart, To sing this heavy dirge with equal art! That I like thee on Friday might complain; For on that day was Cœur de Lion slain. Not louder cries, when Ilium was in flames, Were sent to heav'n by woful Trojan dames, When Pyrrhus toss'd on high his nish'd blade, bur And offer'd Priam to his father's shade, Than for the cock the widow'd poultry made. 700 This woful cackling cry with horror heard, Of those distracted damsels in the yard; And starting up, beheld the heavy sight, 720 How Reynard to the forest took his flight, And cross his back, as in triumphant scorn, The hope and pillar of the house was borne. "The fox, the wicked fox," was all the cry; Out from his house ran ev'ry neighbor nigh: The vicar first, and after him the crew, With forks and staves the felon to pursue. Ran Coll our dog, and Talbot with the band, 730 And Malkin, with her distaff in her hand; Poor swine, as if their pretty hearts would break. The shouts of men, the women in dismay, With shrieks augment the terror of the day. The ducks, that heard the proclamation cried, And fear'd a persecution might betide, Obscure in rushes of the liquid lake. FABLES 'See, fools, the shelter of the wood is nigh, And Chanticleer in your despite shall die; He shall be pluck'd and eaten to the bone."" ""Tis well advis'd, in faith it shall be done;" This Reynard said; but, as the word he spoke, The pris'ner with a spring from prison broke: Then stretch'd his feather'd fans with all his might, 770 And to the neighb'ring maple wing'd his flight. Whom when the traitor safe on tree beheld, He curs'd the gods, with shame and sorrow fill'd; Shame for his folly, sorrow out of time, For plotting an unprofitable crime: Yet mast'ring both, th' artificer of lies Renews th' assault, and his last batt'ry tries. "Tho' I," said he, "did ne'er in thought offend, How justly may my lord suspect his friend? Th' appearance is against me, I confess, 780 Who seemingly have put you in distress: You, if your goodness does not plead my cause, May think I broke all hospitable laws, And put your noble person in a fright. So loyal subjects often seize their prince, offense. 789 Descend; so help me Jove, as you shall find That Reynard comes of no dissembling kind." "Nay," quoth the cock, "but I beshrew If I believe a saint upon his oath: Shall soothe me more to sing with winking eyes, 800 And open mouth, for fear of catching flies. Who blindfold walks upon a river's brim, When he should see, has he deserv'd to swim ?" "Better, sir cock, let all contention cease; Come down," said Reynard, "let us treat of peace." "A peace with all my soul," said Chanticleer, "But, with your favor, I will treat it here; And, lest the truce with treason should be mix'd, 'Tis my concern to have the tree betwixt." THE MORAL In this plain fable you th' effect may see 810 The cock and fox the fool and knave imply; 820 So take the corn, and leave the chaff behind. This noble youth to madness lov'd a dame, Of high degree; Honoria was her name; 10 Fair as the fairest, but of haughty mind, And fiercer than became so soft a kind; Proud of her birth, (for equal she had none,) The rest she scorn'd, but hated him alone. His gifts, his constant courtship, nothing gain'd; For she, the more he lov'd, the more disdain'd. He liv'd with all the pomp he could devise, At tilts and turnaments obtain'd the |