The Sheep and the Bush

by William Somervile

William Somervile

A SHEEP , well-meaning brute! one morn
Retir'd beneath a spreading thorn,
A pealing storm to shun;
Escap'd indeed both rain and wind,
But left, alas! his fleece behind:
Was it not wisely done?


Beneath the blast while pliant osiers bend,
The stubborn oak each furious wind shall rend.
Discreetly yield, and patiently endure
Such common evils as admit no cure:
These fate ordains, and Heaven's high will has sent:
In humble littleness submit content;
But those thy folly brings in time prevent.

Last updated February 16, 2018