The
Hog
,
the
Sheep
,
and
Goat
carrying
to
a
FAIR
.
WHO
does
not
wish
,
ever
to
judge
aright
.
And
,
in
the
Course
of
Life's
Affairs
,
To
have
a
quick
,
and
far
extended
Sight
,
Tho'
it
too
often
multiplies
his
Cares
?
And
who
has
greater
Sense
,
but
greater
Sorrow
shares
?
This
felt
the
Swine
,
now
carrying
to
the
Knife
;
And
whilst
the
Lamb
and
silent
Goat
In
the
same
fatal
Cart
lay
void
of
Strife
,
He
widely
stretches
his
foreboding
Throat
,
Deaf'ning
the
easy
Crew
with
his
outragious
Note
.
The
angry
Driver
chides
th'unruly
Beast
,
And
bids
him
all
this
Noise
forbear
;
Nor
be
more
loud
,
nor
clamorous
than
the
rest
,
Who
with
him
travel'd
to
the
neighb'ring
Fair
,
And
quickly
shou'd
arrive
,
and
be
unfetter'd
there
.
This
,
quoth
the
Swine
,
I
do
believe
,
is
true
,
And
see
we're
very
near
the
Town
;
Whilst
these
poor
Fools
of
short
,
and
bounded
View
,
Think
'twill
be
well
,
when
you
have
set
them
down
,
And
eas'd
One
of
her
Milk
,
the
Other
of
her
Gown
.
But
all
the
dreadful
Butchers
in
a
Row
,
To
my
far-searching
Thoughts
appear
,
Who
know
indeed
,
we
to
the
Shambles
go
,
Whilst
I
,
whom
none
but
Belzebub
wou'd
shear
,
Nor
but
his
Dam
wou'd
milk
,
must
for
my
Carcase
fear
.
But
tell
me
then
,
will
it
prevent
thy
Fate
?
The
rude
unpitying
Farmer
cries
;
If
not
,
the
Wretch
who
tastes
his
Suff'rings
late
,
Not
He
,
who
thro'
th'unhappy
Future
prys
,
Must
of
the
Two
be
held
most
Fortunate
and
Wise
.