The Wolf and the Fox

[Foxy]

Whence comes it that there liveth not
A man contented with his lot?
Here's one who would a soldier be,
Whom soldiers all with envy see.
A fox to be a wolf once sigh'd.
With disappointments mortified,
Who knows but that, his wolfship cheap,
The wolf himself would be a sheep?

'Dear wolf,' complain'd a hungry fox,
'A lean chick's meat, or veteran 's,
Is all I get by toil or trick:
Of such a living I am sick.
With far less risk, you've better cheer;
A house you need not venture near,
But I must do it, spite of fear.
Pray, make me master of your trade.
And let me by that means be made
The first of all my race that took
Fat mutton to his larder's hook:

Your kindness shall not be repented.'
The wolf quite readily consented.
'I have a brother, lately dead:
Go fit his skin to yours,' he said.
'Twas done; and then the wolf proceeded:
'Now mark you well what must be done,
The dogs that guard the flock to shun.'
The fox the lessons strictly heeded.
At first he boggled in his dress;
But awkwardness grew less and less,
Till perseverance gave success.

His education scarce complete,
A flock, his scholarship to greet,
Came rambling out that way.
The new-made wolf his work began,
Amidst the heedless nibblers ran,
And spread a sore dismay.
Such terror did spread,
When on the Trojan camp and town,
Clad in Achilles' armour dread,
He valiantly came down.

The matrons, maids, and aged men
All hurried to the temples then.--
The bleating host now surely thought
That fifty wolves were on the spot:
Dog, shepherd, sheep, all homeward fled,
And left a single sheep in pawn,
Which the fox seized when they were gone.
But, ere upon his prize he fed,
There crow'd a near by, and down
The scholar threw his prey and gown,
That he might run that way the faster--
Forgetting lessons, prize and master.
How useless is the art of seeming!
Reality, in every station,
Is through its cloak at all times gleaming,
And bursting out on fit occasion.

Young prince, to your unrivall'd wit
My muse gives credit, as is fit,
For what she here hath labour'd with--
The subject, characters, and pith.