And reason, impotently kind,
A tardy friend, limps far behind.
Now when our pair had drank amain,
They thought of getting out again;
And long with aching hearts they try’d,
But this the steep ascent denied.
Reynard at length the goat addrest,
And thus his wily thought exprest:
“Courage, my friend,—be rul’d by me,
We’ll soon from this mischance be free;