It rouz’d an old Lion asleep in his den;
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Enrag’d at this racket so much out of season,
He, roaring, sent out to ask what was the reason,
And the Jackal soon learnt from some stragglers about,
’Twas the company come from Sir Argus’s rout.
The gay feather’d people pursuing their flight,
Were soon out of hearing, and soon out of sight.
But the King of the Quadrupeds vainly sought rest,
For something like envy had poison’d his breast.
What then were his feelings the following day,