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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 17 pages of information about Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine Volume 06.

Title:  The Tales and Novels, v6:  The Magick Cup

Author:  Jean de La Fontaine

Release Date:  March, 2004 [EBook #5280] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on June 14, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

*** Start of the project gutenberg Ebook tales and novels of Fontaine, V6 ***

This eBook was produced by David Widger widger@cecomet.net

[Note:  There is a short list of bookmarks, or pointers, at the end of the file for those who may wish to sample the author’s ideas before making an entire meal of them.  D.W.]

The tales and novels
of
J. De La Fontaine

Volume 6.

The magick cup

The worst of ills, with jealousy compared,
Are trifling torments ev’ry where declared.

Imagine, to yourself a silly fool,
To dark suspicion grown an easy tool;
No soft repose he finds, by night or day;
But rings his ear, he’s wretched ev’ry way! 
Continually he dreams his forehead sprouts;
The truth of reveries he never doubts. 
But this I would not fully guaranty,
For he who dreams, ’tis said, asleep should be;
And those who’ve caught, from time to time, a peep,
Pretend to say—­the jealous never sleep.

          A man who has suspicions soon will rouse;
          But buz a fly around his precious spouse,
          At once he fancies cuckoldom is brought,
          And nothing can eradicate the thought;
          In spite of reason he must have a place,
          And numbered be, among the horned race;
          A cuckold to himself he freely owns,
          Though otherwise perhaps in flesh and bones.

          Goodfolks, of cuckoldom, pray what’s the harm,
          To give, from time to time, such dire alarm? 
          What injury ’s received, and what ’s the wrong,
          At which so many sneer and loll their tongue? 
          While unacquainted with the fact, ’tis naught;
          If known:—­e’en then ’tis scarcely worth a thought. 
          You think, however, ’tis a serious grief;
          Then try to doubt it, which may bring relief,
          And don’t resemble him who took a sup,
          From out the celebrated magick cup. 
          Be warned by others’ ills; the tale I’ll tell;
          Perhaps your irksomeness it may dispel.

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