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The Members And The Belly.

    By Jean de La Fontaine



[1]

    Perhaps, had I but shown due loyalty,
    This book would have begun with royalty,
    Of which, in certain points of view,
    Boss[2] 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 renew'd,
    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[3] 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 nought 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.[4]



Extra Info:
[1] Aesop. Rabelais also has a version: Book III. ch. 3.
[2] Boss. - A word probably more familiar to hod-carriers than to lexicographers; qu. derived from the French bosseman, or the English boatswain, pronounced bos'n? It denotes a "master" of some practical "art." Master Belly, says Rabelais, was the first Master of Arts in the world. - Translator. The name used by La Fontaine is "Messer Gaster." To which he puts a footnote stating that he meant "L'estomac." He took the name from Rabelais, Book IV., ch. 57, where it occurs thus: - "Messer Gaster est le premier maître ès arts de ce monde.... Son mandement est nommé: Faire le fault, sans delay, ou mourir."
[3] Menenius. - See Translator's Preface.
[4] Rome. - According to our republican notions of government, these people were somewhat imposed upon. Perhaps the fable finds a more appropriate application in the relation of employer to employed. I leave the fabulists and the political economists to settle the question between them. - Translator.



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