FABLE
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30
]
XXX
.
The
Setting-dog
and
the
Partridge
.
The
ranging
Dog
the
stubble
tries
,
And
searches
ev'ry
breeze
that
flies
;
The
scent
grows
warm
;
with
cautious
fear
He
creeps
,
and
points
the
covey
near
.
The
men
in
silence
,
far
behind
,
Conscious
of
game
,
the
net
unbind
.
A
Partridge
,
with
experience
wise
,
The
fraudful
preparation
spies
,
She
mocks
their
toils
,
alarms
her
brood
,
The
covey
springs
,
and
seeks
the
wood
;
But
ere
her
certain
wing
she
tries
,
Thus
to
the
creeping
spaniel
cries
.
Thou
fawning
slave
to
man's
deceit
,
Thou
pimp
of
lux'ry
,
sneaking
cheat
,
Of
thy
whole
species
thou
disgrace
,
Dogs
should
disown
thee
of
their
race
!
For
if
I
judge
their
native
parts
,
They're
born
with
honest
open
hearts
,
And
,
ere
they
serv'd
man's
wicked
ends
,
Were
gen'rous
foes
or
real
friends
.
When
thus
the
Dog
with
scornful
smile
.
Secure
of
wing
,
thou
dar'st
revile
.
Clowns
are
to
polish'd
manners
blind
;
How
ign'rant
is
the
rustick
mind
!
My
worth
sagacious
courtiers
see
,
And
to
preferment
rise
like
me
.
The
thriving
pimp
,
who
beauty
sets
,
Hath
oft'
enhane'd
a
nation's
debts
;
Friend
sets
his
friend
,
without
regard
;
And
ministers
his
skill
reward
.
Thus
train'd
by
man
,
I
learnt
his
ways
,
And
growing
favour
feasts
my
days
.
I
might
have
guess'd
,
the
Partridge
said
,
The
place
where
you
were
train'd
and
fed
;
Servants
are
apt
,
and
in
a
trice
Ape
to
a
hair
their
master's
vice
.
You
came
from
court
,
you
say
.
Adieu
.
She
said
,
and
to
the
covey
flew
.