And slain, the Fox exulting cries,
“Not one but all shall be our prize.”
Away he goes, and thus again
Infus’d soft flatt’ry, deadly bane!
“Great sir (says he to one), I swear
Your friends are rude, indeed they are;
Friendship a decent due respect
Should, rather than destroy, protect.
Superior far to these you rise,
The wise affirm: we trust the wise;