Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope.
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Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope.
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Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
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London :: Printed for Thomas Horne ...,
1698.
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Fables.
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"Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A55424.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 8, 2024.
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FAB. XXXI. Iupiter and the Farmer.
ACretan Yeoman hird a Farm of Iove,On these Conditions. Iove obligd himselfTo send what Weather's Tenant should desire,To Rain, to Shine, to Blow from any Coast:And he, in lieu of Rent, was bound to payHalf of the annual product of the Land.The Farmer cultivates the Ground with care,And Iove kept touch, but when the Harvest came,It answerd not the Hopes o'th' greedy Swain,Nothing but Husks appeard empty of Grain.
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Now y'are convincd, Iove to his Tenant said,What stress upon your Wisdom can be laid,Take my Advice, try it another Year,Do you plow, sow, harrow, and weed the Ground,And let me send what Seasons I think fit.He accepts the proffer, seals another Lease,And the next Year reapd a prodigious Crop,That filld his heart with Joy, and Barns with CornHe never after prescribd Laws to Iove,Nor was concernd when't froze, or snowd, or raind,But thought that weather best which God ordaind
The MORAL.
Do thy endeavour, and leave th' Event to th' Gods.
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