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The Ape

(Recueil 3, Livre 12, Fable 19)



There is an ape in Paris,

To which was given a wife:

Like many a one that marries,

This ape, in brutal strife,

Soon beat her out of life.

Their infant cries, perhaps not fed,

But cries, I believe, in vain;

The father laughs: his wife is dead,

And he has other loves again,

Which he will also beat, I think,

Returned from tavern drowned in drink.

For anything that's good, you need not look

Among the imitative tribe;

A monkey be it, or what makes a book

The worse, I deem the aping scribe.

Jean de La Fontaine

Book 12, Fable 19



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