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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, <br>Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, <br>Whose Middle-part was by a Cat possest, <br>And near the Root with Litter warmly drest, <br>A teeming Sow had made her peaceful Nest. <br>(Thus Palaces are cramm'd from Roof to Ground, <br>And Animals, as various, in them found.) <br>When to the Sow, who no Misfortune fear'd, <br>Puss with her fawning Compliments appear'd, <br>Rejoicing much at her Deliv'ry past, <br>And that she 'scap'd so well, who bred so fast. <br>Then every little Piglin she commends, <br>And likens them to all their swinish Friends; <br>Bestows good Wishes, but with Sighs implies, <br>That some dark Fears do in her Bosom rise. <br>Such Tempting Flesh, she cries, will Eagles spare? <br>Methinks, good Neighbour, you should live in Care: <br>Since I, who bring not forth such dainty Bits, <br>Tremble for my unpalatable Chits; <br>And had I but foreseen, the Eagle's Bed <br>Was in this fatal Tree to have been spread; <br>I sooner wou'd have kitten'd in the Road, <br>Than made this Place of Danger my abode. <br>I heard her young Ones lately cry for Pig, <br>And pity'd you, that were so near, and big. <br>In Friendship this I secretly reveal, <br>Lest Pettitoes shou'd make th' ensuing Meal; <br>Or else, perhaps, Yourself may be their aim, <br>For a Sow's Paps has been a Dish of Fame. <br>No more the sad, affrighted Mother hears, <br>But overturning all with boist'rous Fears, <br>She from her helpless Young in haste departs, <br>Whilst Puss ascends, to practice farther Arts. <br>The Anti-chamber pass'd, she scratch'd the Door; <br>The Eagle, ne'er alarum'd so before, <br>Bids her come in, and look the Cause be great, <br>That makes her thus disturb the Royal Seat; <br>Nor think, of Mice and Rats some pest'ring Tale <br>Shall, in excuse of Insolence, prevail. <br>Alas! my Gracious Lady, quoth the Cat, <br>I think not of such Vermin; Mouse, or Rat <br>To me are tasteless grown; nor dare I stir <br>To use my Phangs, or to expose my Fur. <br>A Foe intestine threatens all around, <br>And ev'n this lofty Structure will confound; <br>A Pestilential Sow, a meazel'd Pork <br>On the Foundation has been long at work, <br>Help'd by a Rabble, issu'd from her Womb, <br>Which she has foster'd in that lower Room; <br>Who now for Acorns are so madly bent, <br>That soon this Tree must fall, for their Content. <br>I wou'd have fetch'd some for th' unruly Elves; <br>But 'tis the Mob's delight to help Themselves: <br>Whilst your high Brood must with the meanest drop, <br>And steeper be their Fall, as next the Top; <br>Unless you soon to Jupiter repair, <br>And let him know, the Case demands his Care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! May the Trunk but stand, 'till you come back! <br>But hark! already sure, I hear it crack. <br>Away, away---The Eagle, all agast, <br>Soars to the Sky, nor falters in her haste: <br>Whilst crafty Puss, now o'er the Eyry reigns, <br>Replenishing her Maw with treach'rous Gains. <br>The Sow she plunders next, and lives alone; <br>The Pigs, the Eaglets, and the House her own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Curs'd Sycophants! How wretched is the Fate <br>Of those, who know you not, till 'tis too late!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, 
Whose Middle-part was by a Cat possest, 
And near the Root with Litter warmly drest, 
A teeming Sow had made her peaceful Nest. 
(Thus Palaces are cramm..."></div>
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