- The Miller, His Son, and the Ass
- The Members and the Belly
- The Wolf turned Shepherd
- The Frogs Asking A King
- The Wolves and the Sheep
- The Fox and the Goat
- The Eagle, the Wild Sow, and the Cat
- The Drunkard And His Wife
- The Gout and the Spider
- The Wolf and the Stork
- The Fox and the Grapes by Jean de La Fontaine
- The Lion beaten by the Man
- The Swan and the Cook
- The Lion Grown Old
- Philomel and Progne
- The Woman Drowned
- The Weasel in the Granary
- The Cat and the Old Rat
Perhaps, had I but shown due loyalty,
This book would have begun with royalty,
Of which, in certain points of view,
Boss Belly is the image true,
In whose bereavements all the members share:
Of whom the latter once so weary were,
As all due service to forbear,
On what they called his idle plan,
Resolved to play the gentleman,
And let his lordship live on air.
“Like burden-beasts,” said they,
“We sweat from day to day;
And all for whom, and what?
Ourselves we profit not.
Our labour has no object but one,
That is, to feed this lazy glutton.
We’ll learn the resting trade
By his example’s aid.”
So said, so done; all labour ceased;
The hands refused to grasp, the arms to strike;
All other members did the like.
Their boss might labour if he pleased!
It was an error which they soon repented,
With pain of languid poverty acquainted.
The heart no more the blood renewed,
And hence repair no more accrued
To ever-wasting strength;
Whereby the mutineers, at length,
Saw that the idle belly, in its way,
Did more for common benefit than they.
For royalty our fable makes,
A thing that gives as well as takes
Its power all labour to sustain,
Nor for themselves turns out their labour vain.
It gives the artist bread, the merchant riches;
Maintains the diggers in their ditches;
Pays man of war and magistrate;
Supports the swarms in place,
That live on sovereign grace;
In short, is caterer for the state.
Menenius told the story well:
When Rome, of old, in pieces fell,
The commons parting from the senate.
“The ills,” said they, “that we complain at
Are, that the honours, treasures, power, and dignity,
Belong to them alone; while we
Get nothing our labour for
But tributes, taxes, and fatigues of war.”
Without the walls the people had their stand
Prepared to march in search of other land,
When by this noted fable
Menenius was able
To draw them, hungry, home
To duty and to Rome.
The Members and the Belly by Jean de La Fontaine Fables in Book 3