FABLE
[
05
]
V.
The
Wild
Boar
and
the
Ram
.
AGainst
an
elm
a
sheep
was
ty'd
,
The
butcher's
knife
in
blood
was
dy'd
;
The
patient
flock
,
in
silent
fright
,
From
far
beheld
the
horrid
sight
;
A
savage
Boar
,
who
near
them
stood
,
Thus
mock'd
to
scorn
the
fleecy
brood
.
All
cowards
should
be
serv'd
like
you
.
See
,
see
,
your
murd'rer
is
in
view
;
With
purple
hands
and
reeking
knife
He
strips
the
skin
yet
warm
with
life
:
Your
quarter'd
sires
,
your
bleeding
dams
,
The
dying
bleat
of
harmless
lambs
Call
for
revenge
.
O
stupid
race
!
The
heart
that
wants
revenge
is
base
.
I
grant
,
an
ancient
Ram
replys
,
We
bear
no
terror
in
our
eyes
,
Yet
think
us
not
of
soul
so
tame
,
Which
no
repeated
wrongs
inflame
,
Insensible
of
ev'ry
ill
,
Because
we
want
thy
tusks
to
kill
.
Know
,
Those
who
violence
pursue
Give
to
themselves
the
vengeance
due
,
For
in
these
massacres
they
find
The
two
chief
plagues
that
waste
mankind
.
Our
skin
supplys
the
wrangling
bar
,
It
wakes
their
slumbring
sons
to
war
,
And
well
revenge
may
rest
contented
,
Since
drums
and
parchment
were
invented
.