His fancy is the urine pool on which straws ply.
If flies in fancy thus explain the things they see,
By fortune’s freaks, in turn, a phœnix each may be.
He’s less than fly, of whom this tale example lends;
His soul unworthy is ev’n of the frame it tends.205
Just like the hare who’d lion undertake to fight,
How should his soul remain in his poor carcase, slight?
The lion growled in tones of anger and of rage:
“My ear it was bewrayed me; war my foes did wage.
Compulsionists’ false wiles placed bandage on my eyes.