The Hind and the Panther.
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But they abus'd that Grace to make Allyes,And fondly clos'd with former Enemies;For Fools are double Fools, endeav'ring to be wise.
After a grave Consult what course were best,One more mature in Folly than the rest,Stood up, and told 'em, with his head aside,That desp'rate Cures must be to desp'rate Ills apply'd:And therefore since their main impending fearWas from th' encreasing race of Chanticleer:Some Potent Bird of Prey they ought to find,A Foe profess'd to him, and all his kind:Some haggar'd Hawk, who had her eyry nigh,Well pounc'd to fasten, and well wing'd to fly;One they might trust, their common wrongs to wreak:The Musquet, and the Coystrel were too weak,Too fierce the Falcon, but above the rest,The noble Buzzard ever pleas'd me best;Of small Renown, 'tis true, for not to lye,We call him but a Hawk by courtesie.
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