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| 4881. | The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio by Jean de La Fontaine | | WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail,
The rampart most secure is not the VEIL;
A husband better will the FAIR protect,
Than walls or latti... |
| 4882. | The Eel Pie by Jean de La Fontaine | | HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,
It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:
Brown bread as well as white must be for me;
My motto ever is--VARIET... |
| 4883. | The Impossible Thing by Jean de La Fontaine | | A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in t... |
| 4884. | The Magic Cup by Jean de La Fontaine | | THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared,
Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared.
IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool,
To dark suspicion grown... |
| 4885. | The Pack-Saddle by Jean de La Fontaine | | A FAMOUS painter, jealous of his wife;
Whose charms he valued more than fame or life,
When going on a journey used his art,
To paint an ASS upon a ... |
| 4886. | The Picture by Jean de La Fontaine | | SOLICITED I've been to give a tale,
In which (though true, decorum must prevail),
The subject from a picture shall arise,
That by a curtain's kept ... |
| 4887. | The Pitcher by Jean de La Fontaine | | THE simple Jane was sent to bring
Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring;
The matter pressed, no time to waste,
Jane took her jug, and ran in hast... |
| 4888. | The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba by Jean de La Fontaine | | WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with ... |
| 4889. | The Progress Of Wit by Jean de La Fontaine | | DIVERTING in extreme there is a play,
Which oft resumes its fascinating sway;
Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or sour;
By night or day:--'tis swee... |
| 4890. | The Psalter by Jean de La Fontaine | | ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last;
I can't resist, whatever may have passed,
But must relate, what often I've been told;
Your tales of c... |
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