"Father!" a youthful hero said, bending his lofty brow "On the world wide I must go forth - then bless me, bless me, now! And, ere I shall return oh say, what goal must I have won -...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price 1.3 Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children....
The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh His dog among the bushes barking high; The ploughman ran and gave a hearty shout, He found a weary fox and beat him out....
The great are like the maskers of the stage; Their show deceives the simple of the age. For all that they appear to be they pass, With only those whose type's the ass....
A fox once journey'd, and for company A certain bearded, horned goat had he; Which goat no further than his nose could see. The fox was deeply versed in trickery....
Old Father Fox, who was known to be mean, Invited Dame Stork in to dinner. There was nothing but soup that could scarcely be seen: - Soup never was served any thinner....
Against a robber fox, a tree Some turkeys served as citadel. That villain, much provoked to see Each standing there as sentinel, Cried out, 'Such witless birds At me stretch out their necks, and gobble!...
Some young turkeys were lucky enough to find a tree which served them as a citadel against the assaults of a certain fox. He, one night, having made the round of the rampart and seen each turkey watching like a sentinel, exclai...
With fleet-limbed steeds and baying pack They follow close on Reynard's track, And wake the slumbering echoes round With music of the horn and hound; Through wood and field, o'er hill and dale,...
You have heard how Sir Fox treated Crane: With soup in a plate. When again They dined, a long bottle Just suited Crane's throttle; And Sir Fox licked the outside in vain. ...
Said sly Fox to the Crow with the cheese, "Let me hear your sweet voice, now do please!" And this Crow, being weak, Cawed the bit from her beak-- "Music charms," said the Fox, "and here's cheese!" ...
A fox, old, subtle, vigilant, and sly, - By hunters wounded, fallen in the mud, - Attracted, by the traces of his blood, That buzzing parasite, the fly. He blamed the gods, and wonder'd why...
This Fox has a longing for grapes, He jumps, but the bunch still escapes. So he goes away sour; And, 'tis said, to this hour Declares that he's no taste for grapes.
The first time the Fox had a sight Of the Lion, he 'most died of fright; When he next met his eye, Fox felt just a bit shy; But the next--quite at ease, & polite.
A Fox with his foot on a Mask, Thus took the fair semblance to task; "You're a real handsome face; But what part of your case Are your brains in, good Sir! let me ask?"