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Satires
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Q. Horatius Flaccus
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Perseus Project
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Harper & Brothers
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1863
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Translated by C. Smart
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English
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56
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2.6.8
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On a time a countrymouse is reported to have received a city-mouse into his poor cave, an old host, his old acquaintance; a blunt fellow and attentive to his acquisitions, yet so as he could on occasion enlarge his narrow soul in acts of hospitality. What need of many words? He neither grudged him the hoarded vetches, nor the long oats; and bringing in his mouth a dry plum, and nibbled scraps of bacon, presented them to him, being desirous by the variety of the supper to get the better of the daintiness of his guest, who hardly touched with his delicate tooth the several things: while the father of the family himself, extended on fresh straw, ate a spelt and darnel, leaving that which was better [for his guest]. At length the citizen addressing him, ‘Friend,’ says he, ‘what delight have you to live laboriously on the ridge of a rugged thicket? Will you not prefer men and the city to the savage woods? Take my advice, and go along with me: since mortal lives are allotted to all terrestrial animals, nor is there any escape from death, either for the great or the small. Wherefore, my good friend, while it is in your power, live happy in joyous circumstances: live mindful of how brief an existence you are.’ Soon as these speeches had wrought upon the peasant, he leaps nimbly from his cave: thence they both pursue their intended journey, being desirous to steal under the city walls by night. And now the night possessed the middle region of the heavens, when each of them set foot in a gorgeous palace, where carpets dyed with crimson grain glittered upon ivory couches, and many baskets of a magnificent entertainment remained, which had yesterday been set by in baskets piled upon one another. After he had placed the peasant then, stretched at ease, upon a splendid carpet; he bustles about like an adroit host, and keeps bringing up one dish close upon another, and with an affected civility performs all the ceremonies, first tasting of every thing he serves up. He, reclined, rejoices in the change of his situation, and acts the part of a boon companion in the good cheer: when on a sudden a prodigious rattling of the folding doors shook them both from their couches. Terrified they began to scamper all about the room, and more and more heartless to be in confusion, while the lofty house resounded with the barking of mastiff dogs; upon which, says the country-mouse, ‘I have no desire for a life like this; and so farewell: my wood and cave, secure from surprises, shall with homely tares comfort me.’"
Antagonist: Dog
Country Food: Bacon
Country Food: Darnel
Country Food: Oats
Country Food: Plums
Country Food: Spelt
Country Food: Vetches
From England
From Rome
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 7
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Abraham Cowley
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Google Books
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Cowley, Denham, Milton
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1810
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Edited by Dr. Samuel Johnson
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English
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Verse
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30
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Page 200
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At the largest foot of fair hollow tree, Close to plough'd ground, seated commodiously, His ancient and hereditary house, There dwelt a good substantial country mouse frugal, and grave, and careful of the main, Yet one who once did nobly entertain A city mouse, well-coated, sleek, and gay, a mouse of high degree which lost his way, Wantonly walking forth to take the air, And arriv'd early, and belighted, there, For a day's lodging the good hearty host (The ancient plenty of his hall to boast) Did all the stores produce, that might excite, With various tastes, the courtier's appetite. Fitches and beans, peason and oats, and wheat, And large chesnut, the delicious meat Which Jove himself, were he mouse, would eat And, for a haut goust, there was mixt with these The swerd of bacon, and the coat of cheese The precious reliques which, at harvest, he Had gather'd from the reaper's luxury. "Freely" (said he) "fall on, and never spare, The bounteous gods will for to morrow care.'' And thus at ease, on beds of straw, they lay, And to their genius sacrific'd the day Yet the nice guest's Epicurean mind, (Though breeding made him civil seem and kind) Despis'd this country feast and still his thought upon the cakes and pies of London wrought. "Your bounty and civility" (said he), "Which I'm surpris'd in these rude parts to see, Shows that the gods have given you mind Too noble for the fate which here you find. Why should a soul, so virtuous and so great, Lose itself thus in an obscure retreat Let savage beasts lodge in country den You should see towns, and manners know, and men And taste the generous luxury of the court, Whore all the mice of quality resort Where thousand beauteous shes about you move, And by high fare, are pliant made to love. We all, ere long, must render up our breath No cave or hole can shelter us from death. Since life is so uncertain, and so short, Let's spend it all in feasting and in sport. Come, worthy sir, come with me and partake All the great things that mortals happy make." Alas what virtue hath sufficient arms T' oppose bright honour, and soft pleasure's charms What wisdom can their magic force repel It draws this reverend hermit from his cell. It was the time, when witty poets tell, That Phoebus into Thetis' bosom fell She blush'd at first, and then put out the light, And drew the modest curtains of the night" Plainly lhc truth to tell, the Sun was set. When to the town our wearied travellers get To a lord's house, as lordly as can be, Made for the use of pride and luxury, They come the gentle courtier at the door tops, and will hardly enter in before " But 'tis, sir, your command, and being so, I'm sworn t' obedience and so in they go." Behind hanging, in a spacious room (The richest work of Mortclake's noble loom} They wait a while, their wearied limbs to rest, Till silence should invite them to their feast About the hour that Cynthia's silver light Had touch'd the pale meridies of the night At last, the various supper being done, It happen'd that the company was gone Into a room remote, servants and all, To please their noble fancies with ball. Our host leads forth his stranger, and does find All fitted to the bounties of his mind. Still on the table half-fill'd dishes stood, And with delicious bits the floor was strew'd. The courteous mouse presents him with the best And both with fat varieties are blest Th' industrious peasant every where does range, And thanks the Gods for his life's happy change. Into in the midst of well-freighted pye, They both at last glutted and wanton lie When, see the sad reverse of prosperous fate. And what fierce storms on mortal glories wait With hideous noise down the rude servants come, Six dogs before run barking into the room; The wretched gluttons fly with wild affright And hate the fullness, which retards their Sight. Our trembling peasant wishes now, in vain, That rocks and mountains covered him again Oh, how the change of his poor life he curst "This, of all lives" (said he) is sure the worst Give me again, ye gods, my cave and wood With peace, let tares and acorns be my food!"
Antagonist: Dog
Antagonist: Servant
Country Food: Acorns
Country Food: Bacon
Country Food: Beans
Country Food: Cheese
country food: chestnuts
Country Food: Meats
Country Food: Peas
Country Food: Vetches
Country Food: Wheat
From England
Town Food: Cakes
Town Food: Pies