84 POEMS AND SATIRES OF
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IVItl But most the hewel's ' wonders are,Who here has the hohfeleter's" care;He walks still upright from the root,Measyring the timber with his foot.And all the way, to keep it clean,Doth from the bark the wood-moths gleaiiHe, with his beak, examines wellWhich fit to stand, and which lo ^11. The good he numbers up, and hacksAs if he marked them with the axe jBut where he, tinklitig with his beak,Doeg find the hoFlow oak to speak, —That, fot his building, he desigu;^.And through the tainted side he mineiWho could ha:vc thought the tallest oakShould fall by such a feeble stroke Nor would it, had the tree not fedA traitor worm withio it bred.As first our ileeh, corrupt withiP,Tempts impotent and bashful sin.And yet that worm triumphs not long,But fierTe& to feed the hewel's young,While the oak seems to fall content.Viewing the treason's pLmishment. ' The green woailpcclcer or yntllc,' Wwdcutter,
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