THE EASTERN NARCISSUS.
Thou art the fox, O man, that, maugre all
His cunning, did into the water fall.
This fox was travelling once o’er hill and dell,
And reached at length the margin of a well;
His head he stooped into the well, when, lo!
Another fox did in the water show.
He winks, he nods—the other fox replies:
“What, ho! we must be better friends,” he cries;
And more acquaintance covetous to win,