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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Hare and Many Friends

By John Gay (1685–1732)

From the ‘Fables’

FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,

Unless to one you stint the flame.

The child whom many fathers share

Hath seldom known a father’s care.

’Tis thus in friendships: who depend

On many, rarely find a friend.

A Hare, who in a civil way

Complied with everything, like Gay,

Was known by all the bestial train

Who haunt the wood or graze the plain.

Her care was, never to offend,

And ev’ry creature was her friend.

As forth she went at early dawn

To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn,

Behind she hears the hunters’ cries,

And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies.

She starts, she stops, she pants for breath;

She hears the near advance of death;

She doubles to mislead the hound,

And measures back her mazy round;

Till fainting in the public way,

Half dead with fear, she gasping lay.

What transport in her bosom grew,

When first the horse appeared in view!

“Let me,” says she, “your back ascend,

And owe my safety to a friend.

You know my feet betray my flight;

To friendship every burden’s light.”

The Horse replied:—“Poor honest Puss,

It grieves my heart to see thee thus:

Be comforted, relief is near;

For all your friends are in the rear.”

She next the stately Bull implored;

And thus replied the mighty lord:—

“Since every beast alive can tell

That I sincerely wish you well,

I may, without offense, pretend

To take the freedom of a friend.

Love calls me hence; a favorite cow

Expects me near yon barley-mow:

And when a lady’s in the case,

You know all other things give place.

To leave you thus might seem unkind;

But see, the Goat is just behind.”

The Goat remarked her pulse was high,

Her languid head, her heavy eye;

“My back,” says he, “may do you harm:

The Sheep’s at hand, and wool is warm.”

The Sheep was feeble, and complained

His sides a load of wool sustained:

Said he was slow, confessed his fears;

For hounds eat Sheep, as well as Hares!

She now the trotting Calf addressed,

To save from death a friend distressed.

“Shall I,” says he, “of tender age,

In this important care engage?

Older and abler passed you by;

How strong are those! how weak am I!

Should I presume to bear you hence,

Those friends of mine may take offense.

Excuse me then. You know my heart:

But dearest friends, alas! must part.

How shall we all lament! Adieu!

For see, the hounds are just in view.”