‘Your last year's Excuse doesn't hold Good now. If you Refused me because I was Poor, I come back to you Rich.’
‘Spare me,’ cried the Bird. ‘Save my life, and Of a Surety I will save yours—at this very moment you are in Danger.’
Worthy, ah! your very Worth lies in your Not Asserting it.
‘We know your Failing, but, my friend, you won't Grow Fat on that sort of Diet—good night.’
There was a foolish old widowed She-Ape, who had two young Monkeys of twins. She doted upon one of them, while she only noticed the other to punish him bitterly.
Clothed in the Lion's skin, the young Ass strutted forth believing himself a very Lion, and causing men to flee before him in terror.
A vulgar Daw tricked herself out in all the gay feathers which fell from the fashionable Peacocks and valued herself above all the birds of the air.
The Crow, tickled with the very civil language of the Fox, nestled and wriggled about, and hardly knew where she was.
It was so uncouth a sight for a Fox to appear without this distinguishing ornament of his race, that the very thought of it made him weary of his life.
‘And see,’ he said, ‘if I don’t make the biggest swell of the two.’
‘Well, I’ll give my daughter to the one who jumps highest!’ said the king; ‘for it would look so mean to let these people jump for nothing!’
The Expected Spaniel has arrived, only instead of One Spaniel there are Two.
The Lion, finding the insect would not be brushed away, was fain to accept the challenge; so to it they went.
‘Behold,’ the Lobsyer said, ‘the beauty and splendour of one of our family, thus decked out in glorious scarlet.’rr
‘When you Flew out this morning you said you would not be Ten Minutes, and now—look at the Sun. What Time do you make it out to be, Mr. Sparrow?’
‘You've a pretty Long Beak of your own, which is a Decided Advantage,’ said the Fox. ‘But it is Such a funny vessel, I can't Get my beak in,’ said the Stork.
Church Mouse thought it was her Beloved Spouse, so she flew at him, scratched him, and Banged him Right and Left before he knew where he was.
‘What do you mean,’ said the Wolf, glaring upon the Lamb with his fierce eyes, ‘by taking up so much of the path where I am walking?’
‘Oh, gently! gently!’ replied the Ass, as the Wolves proceeded to feel his pulse.
‘Writer,’ screamed the Ink above his liquid, ‘Writer, which does the Most work, the Pen or Me?’