The Lion's Masquerade

d _an old Lion_ asleep in his den;
Enrag'd at this racket so much out of season, [p 4] He, roaring, sent out to ask what was the reason,
And the _Jackal_ soon learnt from some stragglers about,
'Twas the company come from _Sir Argus's_ rout.
The gay _feather'd people_ pursuing their flight,
Were soon out of hearing, and soon out of sight.
But the _King of the Quadrupeds_ vainly sought rest,
For something like envy had poison'd his breast.
What then were his feelings the following day,
When every creature he met on his way,
Could talk about nothing, both early and late,
But the Peacock's most sumptuous, and elegant fête.
His name, through the woods as he wander'd along,
Was still made the burthen of every song.
That the concert was exquisite, all were agreed, [p 5] And so were the ball, and the supper indeed,
The company too of the very first rank,
And the wit th