Then spake the Leopard in a rougher style,
You Ass, come hither and divide the Spoil;
Reynard's a cunning Snap; you may be Just:
But ah! in this bad World whom shall we trust?
When Beasts call'd Saints, that only have a Form
Of Godliness, rage with a Greedy-worm.
The Ass Commission'd thus, as soon as said,
The Quarrie out in three Divisions laid,
His Honor then beseeching first to chuse.
A while he pondering stood, as in a muse;
Volleys of Oaths at last a Passage found,
That made Earth tremble, and the Groves resound:
Thus closing all; Now by the Lion's Head,
Thou wert in some malignant City bred,
Thus learn'st thou there to weigh out, slice, and mince
Thus measur'd they Rebellion 'gainst their Prince,
Dividing in the late unnatural Stirs
The Lion's Ermin, and his Nobles Furs;
Skinners on Stalls, took in their cruel Toils,
Hung Panthers Vests, and Leopards gaudy Spoils.
Thus raving, at the Innocent he flies:
Soon guiltless Blood the salvage Monster dyes.
Then turning to the Fox, bids him divide:
At his Friends Fortune strangely terrifi'd,
Soon as the Shares he up in one could get,
Himself and them casts humbly at his Feet:
Who smiling said, The Court you understand,
And Great Ones Power well as Law-Cases scan'd:
How could you hit, at what he shot so wide?
I took my aim from him, the Fox reply'd;