FABLES. Fab. LIV. Of the Tortoife and the Eagle. BUt now again (lie cries, Ah, muft I creep, Still as I were afleep ! All Creatures elfe can fwim, or walk, or run ; I in the dufty Road lye like a Stone: The Birds do fly So high, ' That oft they finge their Feathers in the Sun. Moft Princely Eagle bear me through the Sky, That I may meafure the bright Spangled Arch, Where the great Planets march, And I will give thec Jems Such as doe fhine in Princes Diadems, With a huge Pearl I in a Scollop found In the Hellefpontick Sound Thought worth Nine hundred Ninty thoufand pound. This laid, the Eagle lifts her, and her Houfe, Up like a little Moufe; Through the cold Quarters of the Stars they go, And Magazines of Rain, Hail, Wind, and Snow: Such was their Flight, They might See the dark Earth's contracted face below, To caft forth fullen Beams, with Brazen Light, Like a huge Moon, and turning on her Poles Dark Seas like Phoebe s Moles, Calling a dimmer Ray. Then rolling Eaft, they view America, djza3 and Afrk^ Europe next arofe : No