“Six months ago, sir, I was not.”
“Then ’twas th’ old ram thy sire,” he cried,
And so he tore him, till he died.
To those this fable I address
Who are determined to oppress,
And trump up any false pretence,
But they will injure innocence.
[II.] THE FROGS DESIRING A KING.
With equal laws when Athens throve,
The petulance of freedom drove