A prey to discontent and strife.
Fable VIII.
The Sow and the Peacock.
In days of yore, as authors tell,
When beasts and birds could read and spell,
No matter where, in town or city,
There liv’d a Swine exceeding witty;
And, for the beauties of her mind,
Excelling all her bristl’d kind:
But yet, to mortify her pride,