The Raven And The Fox.[1]

            Perch'd on a lofty oak,
        Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese;
        Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
            Thus to the holder spoke: -
        'Ha! how do you do, Sir Raven?
        Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one!
        So black and glossy, on my word, sir,
    With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,
    Well fit to be the Phoenix of these days.'
        Sir Raven, overset with praise,
        Must show how musical his croak.
        Down fell the luncheon from the oak;
        Which snatching up, Sir Fox thus spoke: -
            'The flatterer, my good sir,
            Aye liveth on his listener;
            Which lesson, if you please,
            Is doubtless worth the cheese.'
        A bit too late, Sir Raven swore
    The rogue should never cheat him more.

Jean de La Fontaine

Jean de La Fontaine was a renowned French fabulist and poet. Born on July 8, 1621, he is best known for his 'Fables,' which have been admired for their witty and insightful depiction of human nature and society. La Fontaine's fables are considered classics of French literature and have had a long-lasting impact on both the literary world and popular culture. He passed away on April 13, 1695.

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The bird of Jove bore off a mutton,
A raven being witness.
That weaker bird, but equal glutton,
Not doubting of his fitness
To do the same with ease,
And bent his taste to please,
Took round the flock his sweep,
And mark'd among the sheep,
The one of fairest flesh and size,
A real sheep of sacrifice -
A dainty titbit bestial,
Reserved for mouth celestial.
Our gormand, gloating round,
Cried, 'Sheep, I wonder much
Who could have made you such.
You're far the fattest I have found;
I'll take you for my eating.'
And on the creature bleating
He settled down. Now, sooth to say,
This sheep would weigh
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The Raven Who Would Rival The Eagle.

An Eagle swooped from out the sky,
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Of all that well-fed flock was one
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