"Might his Cat be a woman," he said: Venus changed her: the couple were wed: But a mouse in her sight Metamorphosed her quite, And for bride, a cat found he instead.
A Hart by the hunters pursued, Safely hid in a Vine, till he chewed The sweet tender green, And, through shaking leaves seen, He was slain by his ingratitude.
A Kid vowed to Jove, so might he Find his herd, & his herd did he see Soon, of lions the prey: Then 'twas--"Get me away, And a goat of the best take for fee."
"Fine feathers," Jack thought, "make fine fowls; I'll be envied of bats & of owls:" But the peacocks' proud eyes Saw through his disguise, And Jack fled the assembly of fowls. ...