An envious Dog that Brooding lay,
Upon a Crib Replete with Hay,
Snarls at the Ox that thither came,
An eager appetite to tame.
And forced him back, incensed, whereat
He on the Dog invokes this Fate:—
May the Just Gods so punish thee,
As thy Rude Spleen hath injured me,
Who Does prohibit me the meat,
Whereon thy Self disdains to eat.