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LXXIV.
As when[1] a sluggish Ass in Corn is found,
Whose Back has num'rous Staves already broke,
He now with Troops of Boys encompass'd round,
Impenetrably dull receives the Stroke.
735 Teiz'd, but not hurt, he stands their utmost Spight,
Nor Blows nor Shouts can urge him to return:
Weak are their Cries, and childish is their Might,
Serene he pastures on the bladed Corn.
At length, and scarce at length, he deigns to yield,
740 Driv'n sated with Repast slow-footing from the Field.
As when[1] a sluggish Ass in Corn is found,
Whose Back has num'rous Staves already broke,
He now with Troops of Boys encompass'd round,
Impenetrably dull receives the Stroke.
735 Teiz'd, but not hurt, he stands their utmost Spight,
Nor Blows nor Shouts can urge him to return:
Weak are their Cries, and childish is their Might,
Serene he pastures on the bladed Corn.
At length, and scarce at length, he deigns to yield,
740 Driv'n sated with Repast slow-footing from the Field.
LXXV.
The Muses knowing all things list not show
The Wailings for the Dead and fun'ral Rites,
The Muses knowing all things list not show
The Wailings for the Dead and fun'ral Rites,
- ↑ v. 731. As when.] An Ass was not always such a Fool of a Beast as he is now; for other Animals as well as Men, degenerate: However, if it might be thought too low a Comparison for a Man, I hope it is not too mean for a Mouse.
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