The Fox and Eagle

Howe’er exalted in your sphere,
There’s something from the mean to fear;
For, if their property you wrong,
The poor’s revenge is quick and strong.
When on a time an Eagle stole
The cubs from out a Fox’s hole,
And bore them to her young away,
That they might feast upon the prey,
The dam pursues the winged thief,
And deprecates so great a grief;
But safe upon the lofty tree,
The Eagle scorn’d the Fox’s plea.
With that the Fox perceived at hand
An altar, whence she snatch’d a brand,
And compassing with flames the wood,
Put her in terror for her brood.
She therefore, lest her house should burn,
Submissive did the cubs return. [more info]

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