Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/343

 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���205 ���A Truce at length lie must propose, �The Terms to be her Own; Who likewise Rest and Quiet chose, Contented now her Life to close, �When she'd such Triumph known. �You mighty Men, who meaner ones despise, Learn from this Fable to become more Wise; You see the Lyon may be vext with Flies. ���THE MAN AND HIS HORSE �Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, �And give his Horse a Bite ; Purloining so his Neighbours Hay, That at the Inn he might not pay �For Forage all the Night. �With Heart's content th' unloaded Steed Began to neigh, and frisk, and feed; �For nothing more he car'd, Since none of all his Master's breed E'er found such Pasture, at their need, �Or half so well had far'd. �When, in the turning of a Hand, Out comes the Owner of the Land, �And do's the Trespass eye; Which puts poor Bayard to a Stand, For now his Master do's command �Him to return and fly. �But Hunger quick'ning up his Wit, And Grass being sweeter than the Bit, He to the Clown reply 'd: ��� �