The Wolf And The Fox.

Why Aesop gave the palm of cunning,      O'er flying animals and running,      To Renard Fox, I cannot tell,      Though I have search'd the subject well.      Hath not Sir Wolf an equal skill      In tricks and artifices shown,      When he would do some life an ill,      Or from his foes defend his own?      I think he hath; and, void of disrespect,      I might, perhaps, my master contradict:      Yet here's a case, in which the burrow-lodger      Was palpably, I own, the brightest dodger.      One night he spied within a well,      Wherein the fullest moonlight fell,      What seem'd to him an ample cheese.      Two balanced buckets took their turns      When drawers thence would fill their urns.      Our fox went down in one of these,      By hunger greatly press'd to sup,      And drew the other empty up.      Convinced at once of his mistake,      And anxious for his safety's sake,      He saw his death was near and sure,      Unless some other wretch in need      The same moon's image should allure      To take a bucket and succeed      To his predicament, indeed.      Two days pass'd by, and none approach'd the well;      Unhalting Time, as is his wont,      Was scooping from the moon's full front,      And as he scoop'd Sir Renard's courage fell.      His crony wolf, of clamorous maw,      Poor fox at last above him saw,      And cried, 'My comrade, look you here!      See what abundance of good cheer!      A cheese of most delicious zest!      Which Faunus must himself have press'd,      Of milk by heifer Io given.      If Jupiter were sick in heaven,      The taste would bring his appetite.      I've taken, as you see, a bite;      But still for both there is a plenty.      Pray take the bucket that I've sent ye;      Come down, and get your share.'      Although, to make the story fair,      The fox had used his utmost care,      The wolf (a fool to give him credit)      Went down because his stomach bid it -      And by his weight pull'd up      Sir Renard to the top.      We need not mock this simpleton,      For we ourselves such deeds have done.      Our faith is prone to lend its ear      To aught which we desire or fear.