← The Fables of Phædrus / Literally translated into English prose with notes
Chapter 61
Prologue
The Fables of Phædrus,
Translated Into English Verse
By Christopher Smart, A.M.,
Fellow of Pembroke Hall, Cambridge.
Book I.
Riley
What from the founder Esop fell,
In neat familiar verse I tell:
Twofold’s the genius of the page,
To make you smile and make you sage.
But if the critics we displease,
By wrangling brutes and talking trees,
Let them remember, ere they blame,
We’re working neither sin nor shame;
’Tis but a play to form the youth
By fiction, in the cause of truth.
Riley