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The Joker and the Fishes

(Recueil 2, Livre 8, Fable 8)

 

 

Some seek for jokers; I avoid.

A joke must be, to be enjoyed,

Of wisdom's words, by wit employed.

God never meant for men of sense,

The wits that joke to give offence.

Perchance of these I shall be able

To show you one preserved in fable.

A joker at a banker's table,

Most amply spread to satisfy

The height of epicurean wishes,

Had nothing near but little fishes.

So, taking several of the fry,

He whispered to them very nigh,

And seemed to listen for reply.

The guests much wondered what it meant,

And stared on him all intent.

The joker, then with sober face,

Politely thus explained the case:

"A friend of mine, to India bound,

Has been, I fear,

Within a year,

By rocks or tempests wrecked and drowned.

I asked these strangers from the sea

To tell me where my friend might be.

But all replied they were too young

To know the least of such a matter

The older fish could tell me better.

Pray, may I hear some older tongue?"

What relish had the gentlefolks

For such a sample of his jokes,

Is more than I can now relate.

They put, I'm sure, on his plate,

A monster of so old a date,

He must have known the names and fate

Of all the daring voyagers,

Who, following the moon and stars,

Have, by mischances, sunk their bones,

Within the realms of Davy Jones;

And who, for centuries, had seen,

Far down, within the fathomless,

Where whales themselves are sceptreless,

The ancients in their halls of green.

Jean de La Fontaine

Book 8, Fable 8

 

 

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