- The Animals Sick of the Plague
- The Ill-Married
- The Rat Retired from the World
- The Heron by Jean de La Fontaine Fables
- The Maid
- The Wishes by Jean de La Fontaine’s Fables
- The Vultures and the Pigeons
- The Coach and the Fly
- The Dairywoman and the Pot Of Milk
- The Curate and the Corpse
- The Man Who Ran After Fortune, and the Man Who Waited For Her In His Bed
- The Two Cocks
- The Ingratitude And Injustice Of Men Towards Fortune
- The Fortune-Tellers
- The Cat, the Weasel, and the Young Rabbit
- The Head and the Tail of the Serpent
- An Animal In The Moon
- The Lion and the Monkey
Arabic Chinese (Simplified) Dutch English French German Hindi Italian Portuguese Russian Spanish
It’s often from chance opinion takes its rise,
And into reputation multiplies.
This prologue finds pat applications
In men of all this world’s vocations;
For fashion, prejudice, and party strife,
Conspire to crowd poor justice out of life.
What can you do to counteract
This reckless, rushing cataract?
“Twill have its course for good or bad,
As it, indeed, has always had.
A dame in Paris played the Pythoness
With much of custom, and, of course, success.
Was any trifle lost, or did
Some maid a husband wish,
Or wife of husband to be rid,
Or either sex for fortune fish,
Resort was had to her with gold,
To get the hidden future told.
Her art was made of various tricks,
Wherein the dame contrived to mix,
With much assurance, learned terms.
Now, chance, of course, sometimes confirms;
And just as often as it did,
The news was anything but hid.
In short, though, as to ninety-nine per cent.,
The lady knew not what her answers meant,
Borne up by ever-babbling Fame,
An oracle she soon became.
A garret was this woman’s home,
Till she had gained of gold a sum
That raised the station of her spouse—
Bought him an office and a house.
As she could then no longer bear it,
Another tenanted the garret.
To her came up the city crowd,—
Wives, maidens, servants, gentry proud,—
To ask their fortunes, as before;
A Sibyl’s cave was on her garret floor:
Such custom had its former mistress drawn
It lasted even when herself was gone.
It sorely taxed the present mistress’ wits
To satisfy the throngs of teasing cits.
“I tell your fortunes! joke, indeed!
Why, gentlemen, I cannot read!
What can you, ladies, learn from me,
Who never learned my A, B, C?”
Avaunt with reasons! tell she must,—
Predict as if she understood,
And lay aside more precious dust
Than two the ablest lawyers could.
The stuff that garnished out her room—
Four crippled chairs, a broken broom—
Helped mightily to raise her merits,—
Full proof of intercourse with spirits!
Had she predicted ever so truly,
On floor with carpet covered duly,
Her word had been a mockery made.
The fashion set on the garret.
Doubt that?—none bold enough to dare it!
The other woman lost her trade.
All shopmen know the force of signs,
And so, indeed, do some divines.
In palaces, a robe awry
Has sometimes set the wearer high;
And crowds his teaching will pursue
Who draws the greatest listening crew.
Ask, if you please, the reason why.