063. THE OLD DEER AND FAWN.
Says the young Fawne, my father why d' ye dread
The Hounds sinc nature so well armes your head
When he replyd, my Child when Dogs I hear
My hornes can not secure my heart from feare.
Morall
Cowards by nature by no magic Art
Can be incourag'd with a Heros heart.
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Says the young Fawne, my father why d' ye dread
The Hounds sinc nature so well armes your head
When he replyd, my Child when Dogs I hear
My hornes can not secure my heart from feare.
Morall
Cowards by nature by no magic Art
Can be incourag'd with a Heros heart.
[more info]
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