- The Lion in Love
- The Shepherd and the Sea
- The Fly and the Ant
- The Gardener And His Lord
- The Ass and the Little Dog
- The Battle of the Rats and Weasels
- The Monkey and the Dolphin
- The Man and the Wooden God
- The Jay In The Feathers of the Peacock
- The Camel and the Floating Sticks
- The Frog and the Rat
- The Animals Sending Tribute To Alexander
- The Horse Wishing To Be Revenged On The Stag
- The Fox and the Bust
- The Wolf, the Mother, And Her Child
- The Words Of Socrates
- The Old Man And His Sons
- The Oracle and the Atheist
- The Miser Who Had Lost His Treasure
- The Eye of the Master
- The Lark And Her Young Ones With The Owner Of A Field
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A stag took refuge from the chase
Among the oxen of a stable,
Who counseled him, as says the fable,
To seek at once some safer place.
“My brothers,” said the fugitive,
“Betray me not, and, as I live,
The richest pasture I will show,
That ever was grazed on, high or low;
Your kindness you will not regret,
For well some day I’ll pay the debt.”
The oxen promised secrecy.
Down crouched the stag, and breathed more free.
At eventide they brought fresh hay,
As was their custom day by day;
And often came the servants near,
As did indeed the overseer,
But with so little thought or care,
That neither horns, nor hide, nor hair
Revealed to them the stag was there.
Already thanked the wild-wood stranger
The oxen for their treatment kind,
And there to wait made up his mind,
Till he might issue free from danger.
Replied an ox that chewed the cud,
“Your case looks fairly in the bud;
But then I fear the reason why
Is, that the man of sharpest eye
Has not yet come his look to take.
I dread his coming, for your sake;
Your boasting may be premature:
Till then, poor stag, you’re not secure.”
It was but a little while before
The careful master oped the door.
“How’s this, my boys?” said he;
“These empty racks will never do.
Go, change this dirty litter too.
More care than this I want to see
Of oxen that belong to me.
Well, Jim, my boy, you’re young and stout;
What would it cost to clear these cobwebs out?
And put these yokes, and hames, and traces,
All as they should be, in their places?”
Thus looking round, he came to see
One head he did not usually.
The stag is found; his foes
Deal heavily their blows.
Down sinks he in the strife;
No tears can save his life.
They slay, and dress, and salt the beast,
And cook his flesh in many a feast,
And many a neighbour gets a taste.
As Phaedrus says it, pithily,
The master’s is the eye to see:
I add the lover’s, as for me.
The Eye of the Master – Jean de La Fontaine Fables in Book 4