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 ween, in vain;
The father laughs: his wife is dead,
And he has other loves again,
Which he will also beat, I think,--
Return'd from tavern drown'd in drink.
For aught 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.
Source: Wright's translation of La Fontaine, Fable 12.19.
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