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Page Number: 65
Text: Fab. XF. Of the Boar and the Afs. THe^preferr'd from toil, and tedious roads; Labours no more now under packs and loads: That Goddefs blind ToAfTeskind, Gave him Trapings, and a golden Sadie...
Show more Fab. XF. Of the Boar and the Afs. THe^preferr'd from toil, and tedious roads; Labours no more now under packs and loads: That Goddefs blind ToAfTeskind, Gave him Trapings, and a golden Sadie; With the Horfe he prances, with the Ape he modes, And fpends his time in fidle fadle. His once fhort Main is powder'd,curl'd, and dri'd; He wears Heart breakers too with Ribands tide ^ No more he brays, But lowdly neighs Love Verfes., Madrigals and Fancies Tofomeme-^j-hisMiftrefs; by her fide No Hobby-horfe more proudly dances. The warlike Boar who never knew to yeild, Who oft with Blood, and Foam,had dy'd the field, Though round beiet And in the Net Would break through Hounds, like tamer Cattel, Charge Horfe, and Man, Spear, Sword, and Shield, This beaft^ th' Afs challenged tobattel. Sir, I have heard a Souldier's horfe well mod, His Arms, his Sword, and Piftol, are his God; And you I know Have/een the Foe, By your BufF-jerkin,and your Briftles : 'Tis like the paths of Honour you have trod, Where Rofes do not grow,but Thirties. Fortune
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Page Number: 66
Text: go J&S0TS FABLES. Fortune hath courted me, and I court Fame; And though the Arms we uie are not the iame, The golden Afs Will try a Pafs With your Boarfhif in a Duel , Tis true I ne...
Show more go J&S0TS FABLES. Fortune hath courted me, and I court Fame; And though the Arms we uie are not the iame, The golden Afs Will try a Pafs With your Boarfhif in a Duel , Tis true I ne'r was try'd by wild or tame, Yet Honour I efteem a Jewel. The warlike Boar viewing the Afs Co brave, Perceiving yet in him more Fool than Knave ; Though rudden rage Bids him engage, Yet with an Afs he {corns to meddle, As Merchants trafficking through th' azure Wave To deal with thole bear packs and peddle. But to the high-fed beaft the Boar thus fpoke ; Thou art not worth my Anger nor a Stroke, But I'll not ftick To give you a kick, But for a Combat choofe a Brother; And there with equal Arms your felves provoke One Afs muji alwaies beat another. Moral. Let valiant men themfelves from Cowards blefs, Lejl Fortune favouring Fools grant them Succefs: Who deal with fuch, oft confcious Shame difarmsy While hope of Honour the faint-hearted warms.
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Page Number: 69
Text: jESOPS FABLES. Fab. XII. Of the Frogs defiring a King. Ince fo good Frogmoreton Jove thou didft tranflati ^ How have we fuffer'd,turn'd into a State ? In feveral Interefts we divided are'...
Show more jESOPS FABLES. Fab. XII. Of the Frogs defiring a King. Ince fo good Frogmoreton Jove thou didft tranflati ^ How have we fuffer'd,turn'd into a State ? In feveral Interefts we divided are'; Small Hope is left well grounded Peace t'obtain, Unlefs again Thou hear our Pray'r Great King of Kings, and we for Kings declare. That Supreme Power may on the People be Setled, 'tis true; but who that day fhall fee ? Men, Beafls, and Birds, nay Bees, their King obey. When wealthy Regions factious Counfels fteer, DeftrucHon's neer. Thus Night and Day, Grant us a King, a King, the Frogs did pray. Jove hears, and /miles at their vain Sute ; but when The great Affairs hefaw of Gods and Men Vex'd with their Clamoring,down a Block he threw , With a huge Fragor circling Billows roll From Pole to Pole : The People flew, And far from fuch a thund'ring Prince withdrew. At laft all calm and filent, in great State On filver Billows he enthroned fate, Admir'd and Reverencd by every Frog; His Brow like Fate, without or Frown or Sm:1:, Struck Fear a while; Then all the Bog Proclaim their Kins;, and cry, Jove lave King Log. But U) Tbtirm will have this Fable to nave been made by ^fif, upon occa- 1 ort of At hens, and taking the Supreme Power into his own hands as Tyrant Neither i, the account of time repng- thet % ntpry the (even wife men, and confe-uentlywith SoU, whooppos'd Pifi. ^winthatdefign
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Page Number: 70
Text: OP S F ABLE S. (b) That Styxhid the honour to have the Gods to fwear by it, we learn from Hefitd, in his Genealogy of the Gods., In that great day when high love fum- mon'd all The immorta...
Show more OP S F ABLE S. (b) That Styxhid the honour to have the Gods to fwear by it, we learn from Hefitd, in his Genealogy of the Gods., In that great day when high love fum- mon'd all The immortal Gods to hisOhmpick Hall. AlR1i. Rcfolve againft the Tiunois to fight, He would reward, and unto them re- flore The feveral Honours they enjoy'd be. fore : And thofc of meaner ranks in S mum's Reign should more efprcial dignities obtain. Stye with her ions then'firft did mount Obferving her dear Fathet'i grave advice, Whom Jcv, (o honour'd and rewarded there That all the Gods by her muit only (c) The application of this fable by will have it) is this; Hoc[4'mett, mJH, hi vtniat muhm. To you ,O Citizers, Bear thit.he fiid Led you a greater mifchief do invade. Tliat he was wholy averfe from Cruelly , is evident from thofe Fxamplci alleged by Vilnius Mtximm lib J. c i. Stnrca d, /><, lib. 13. Efi*<hiM illuli. andoihert. But when they faw he floated up and down, Unadive to eftabliflh his new Crown; Some of thegreateftof them without Dread Draw neerer to him; now both Old and Young About him throng, OnsCrown they tread, At laft they play at Leap-Frog o'r his Head. Streight they proclaim a Faft, and all repair To vex Heaven's King again with tedious Pray'r, This Stock, this Wooden Idol to remove; Send them an active Prince, a Monarch ftout, To lead them out, One that did love New Realms to conquer, and his old improve. Jove grants their Sute, o'r them the SWJ^he puts, gtreight through the Fens the dreadful Long-fliank Devouring Subjects with a greedy Maw. (ftruts, Again the Frogians with a doleful Croak Heaven's King invoke, He would withdraw This cruel Prince that made bis Will a Law. Then th' angry God in Thunder anfwer'd thefe ; To change your Government great Jove did pleafe, And you I gave a peaceful Soveraign : Since he diflik'd you,by the W Stygian Lake A Vow I make, The Stor fliall reign, And you forever more repent in vain. Mora r. No W Government can th' unfit led Vulgar flcafc, li horn Change delights think Quiet a dtfeafij Now Anarchy and Armies they maintain, And ivciincd, are for King and Lordr again.
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Page Number: 73
Text: JZSOFS FABLES. Fab. XIII. Of the Frog and the Ox. FRomthe Hydropick Kingdoms of the Bog, Up to a verdant Mead, With green Plum Carpets /pread, Comes a Proud Frog ; Who once did tread Upon ...
Show more JZSOFS FABLES. Fab. XIII. Of the Frog and the Ox. FRomthe Hydropick Kingdoms of the Bog, Up to a verdant Mead, With green Plum Carpets /pread, Comes a Proud Frog ; Who once did tread Upon the Head Of his own gracious Soveraign,mild King Log. W^hom fat with mighty Spoyl Of the rich wooden Ifle The StorJ^perfud, the new Malignant flyes, And now in fhady Grafs in fafety lyes. Amongft the bellowing Herds, and bleating Flocks, This Frog by chance e/pies Of a prodigious fize Aftall-fedOx, Such Chines and Thighs Good flomachs prize^, And Bones with Marrow big as hollow Okes; Wide was his ipreading Horn As Evening from the Morn: When thus the Frog, in length not half a Span^ Stuff'd up with Envy, and Self-love, began. I, who once greateft of our Nation feem'd; Now (landing by this Clown, Whofe rlem might feafl a Town, Am unefteem'd, And up and down Hop 'thout R enown; G Though
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Page Number: 74
Text: FABLES. () Dido having obtain' d of Urktu fo much ground as an Ox' Hide would compafs.did cut the Hide into fo many fmall piecw as incloled twenty two furlongs, on which fhe built the City ...
Show more FABLES. () Dido having obtain' d of Urktu fo much ground as an Ox' Hide would compafs.did cut the Hide into fo many fmall piecw as incloled twenty two furlongs, on which fhe built the City Canhngt, mentioned by Virgil. ^E- eul I. Dcvtnere locos ubi n i( e ingtn C Merctti'qxe felum , fuBi de nomine Bjr(**>, r*urino qmntHm pfcnt circtimdart They found thofe parts where now huge Walls, and neiv Tow'rs of afpiring Curtbtgc thou Call'd Eyf* from the Bargain ; fo () This Story is related by Htmtr, Iliad. 7. A(u'ru4 , &c. Thus hiving done, to Banquet they All of the Royil Treatment had their fliare .- But Agamemnon, as a favouring fign, Before great Ajax fct the laity Chine. Though no fuch Bull-calf my dear Mother teem'd;. With Wind my Sides and Back I'll fwell untill t;hey crack; Fancy fhall help^ a Revelation now Bids me be great, as th' of-ipring of the Cow. Thus having laid, on his Defign he falls; And both with Wind and Pride He fwells his Back and Side; To his Son then calls : Andfaid,MyHide Now grows as wide As that in thongs once mea/ur'd W Carthage walls. Nor on a larger Chine Did valiant Ajax dine, When him the ^ Grecian General did invite LTnfoyl'd by He&or in a /ingle fight. Then fpake his Son : Father you drive in vain. To me you not appear So big as his crop'd Ear; Ah, do not ftrain, The Wind I fear Your fides will tear ; And though your Soul may a new Body gain, A Father I/hall lack,- Should you bear on your back, A Caftle, and in/pire an Elephant, The Mou/eyour deadly Foe you (hall not wanr. Thus the wife Son to his fond Father /poke, While he did ftrivein vain Four Winds to entertain In one/mall Nook: Regions
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Page Number: 75
Text: jESOPS FABLES. Regions where Rain And Hail remain Muft in his Bofbm be, as Prisoners took: At Lift he grew as full As Toads live in a fcull, When at a mighty Rupture enters Death, And Air c...
Show more jESOPS FABLES. Regions where Rain And Hail remain Muft in his Bofbm be, as Prisoners took: At Lift he grew as full As Toads live in a fcull, When at a mighty Rupture enters Death, And Air confin'd,now flies with vital Breath. Then rpake the Son,over his ga/ping Sire., Hadft thou contented been With this thy link Inn, Not aiming higher, Here thou hadft feen Good days agen, But thou like Icarus didft too much alpire, On thy King's Neck haft trod, Now th' Oxe th' Egyptian God Strov'ft to be like: fo the proud Angels fell^ And though in Heaven, not tyiewwben they lvcre well. Moral. Toflrive ivhat feems imfofjible to get, A Supererogation is of Wit, Not Folly now, when every day we fee What men thought once imfofjible to be. Fab,
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Page Number: 76
Text: r - jESOTS FABLES. Fab. XIV. Of'the Wolf and the Lamb. TT T fortun'd the fierce Woolfmd tender Lamb, 1 Vex'd with high noon,and Fboebus fcorching flame To quench their Thirft to one co...
Show more r - jESOTS FABLES. Fab. XIV. Of'the Wolf and the Lamb. TT T fortun'd the fierce Woolfmd tender Lamb, 1 Vex'd with high noon,and Fboebus fcorching flame To quench their Thirft to one cool R iver came. To whom the Wolf,betwixt his Draughts, with flow Yet rancorous fpeech,thus fpake; How dar'ft thou blow My Drin^ and with thy feet up Gravel throw ? Son of a rotten Sire; How durft thou (Slave To cruel Man,who with thy fleece doth lave Himfelf from cold) foul this cleer filver Wave > The Lamb aftonifh'd, ftruck with fudden fear, To fee his Glowing eys, and Brifly hair, Said j Sir be patient, and your Anger (pare. I humbly crave your pardon, that fb neer, And at one time with you I water here; Yet under Favour ftill your ftream is cleer. I am beneath, Sir, if you pleafe to note, And from your mouth to mine the waters float > It pafTeth yours before it touch my Throat. The fell Wolfgvmri<,\is eyes like fire-brands glow; Oh curfed Race, hefaid, to mine a foe, Sill plotting harmlefs Wolves to overthrow; 1 Thy Father, Mother, Sacrilegious Lamb, And all thy bleating Kindred, from the Dam Stile themfelvcs suiltlefs, but I guilty am ; And
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Page Number: 79
Text: JESOPS FABLES. And none dare lay you in Wolves habic come, And tear dead Bodies from the New-built Tomb, And poor Wolves then for your offences doom, Dogs^once our brethren , curled Curs, y...
Show more JESOPS FABLES. And none dare lay you in Wolves habic come, And tear dead Bodies from the New-built Tomb, And poor Wolves then for your offences doom, Dogs^once our brethren , curled Curs, you lead Againft our Race; Who now will hear us plead ? W^hen you'r the caufe of all the Blood is Hied. Now by our King W Lycaoiif crown I (wear, So wrong'd by that rebellious Juptcr, Affronted thus, no longer I'll forbear. Thus having faid, at the poor Lamb he flies, His cruel teeth a purple River dies, Whilft warm Blood fpurtles in his face and eyes. U) Ijcuh was King of Arcadia, whom^/rrr transformed into a Wolf, htx-iufe he inhumanely enrcrcain'd him with the fkfh of a Stranger. The Fable is thus recounted by Ovid in his Mcuaorpholu , in the perfon of?*- Me par.n , htc illi fUctt exftricntU In dead of night, when all was whift Me dire Ljctun purpofeth to kill; Nor with fo foul an enterprize con, An Hoflage murthers from Mrfeffi* fent: Part of his fever'd fcarcedead limbs he boyls, Another part on hiffing Embers broi!s; This fet before me, I the Houfe ore- turn'd Which vengeful flames, which round about him burn'd. He frighted to the filent Defart flies, There howles, and fpeech with loft endeavour tries. His felf- like jaws dill grin.- more than for food He flaughteri Beads, and yet delighti in Blood. His Arrm to Thighs, his Cloaths to Bridles chang'd, A Wolf, not much from his firft form eftrana'd; So hoary hair'd, his looks fo full of rape, So fiery ey'd, fo terrible hit ftape. Which Fable vat devis'd to deter men from Impiety.Trcachery^nd In-hofpitality. Moral. They that have Tower to do/nay 3 when they will, PiclQMtirrels, and pretending Jujlice, fyll. Who hunt for Blood, and Spy I, need not invent New Crimes, but lay their own on th'innocent. Fab.
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Page Number: 80
Text: jESOPS FABLES. u Lycari. I pad dcn-dreadful Menates confine CjlUne,wd Ljcttu clad with Pines. Fab. XV. Of theWolf and the Crane. BUt while the Wolf devour'd the innocent Lamb Railing her ...
Show more jESOPS FABLES. u Lycari. I pad dcn-dreadful Menates confine CjlUne,wd Ljcttu clad with Pines. Fab. XV. Of theWolf and the Crane. BUt while the Wolf devour'd the innocent Lamb Railing her voice and eyes to Heaven,the dam Implor'd revenge: Pan from the fhepherds coat To W Menalus heard,and fix'd a Bone in's throat. He wonders what obftru&s, who Warder ftood, Stopping fo old a thorough-fare of Blood. W hat lhall he doe ? or where now find a Cure ? Great was the Danger, nor could he indure The pain, while he o'r Hill and Dale did pais To native Realms, where his own Surgeon was. When on a riling Bank hard by, he fpy'd Bellin the R am : he could but be deny'd ; And though his teeth blufh'd with the purple Gore Of his dear Son,flain neer his Mother's door, Yet he would try; in fome Mifchances,Foes Will,with our Friends,commiferate our W^oes. Upon this Icorehe went, and thus belpoke The King, and horned Father of the Flock. Sir, may your Wives be numerous, and bear Twins alwaies, and be pregnant Twice a Year, And may your beauteous Son, who on yon Bank Conferr'd with me, where we together Drank, Be golden fleec'd, and when his Horns grow Large, T' a thoufand Yews a husband's Love difcharge. 'Tis true, our Nations long at ods have been ; Yet why mould puhlick Jars raifc private Spleen ? Let there,my Lord, no Perional difference be; Or drive we, Let us itrive in Courtefie. Favours may purchase Love, Love Peace may win, Quarrels may cik, fince once they did begin. Sufpecting
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Page Number: 81
Text: jRSOTS FABLES. Sufpecrjng plots, his Bell wife Beline rung, When troops of Rams to guard hisperfon throng. Then /aid; Your bufinefs Sir ? Be brief, and know, It mult be lawful, that I grant...
Show more jRSOTS FABLES. Sufpecrjng plots, his Bell wife Beline rung, When troops of Rams to guard hisperfon throng. Then /aid; Your bufinefs Sir ? Be brief, and know, It mult be lawful, that I grant a foe. When with dejected Look thus Ifgrim fpake; A Bone (licks crofs my throat, fomepity take, And draw it forth j and when the filverMoon Makes low-brow\ Night faintly refemble Noon, The Goddeis I'll befeech, you never may Want Grafs in Summer, nor in Winter Hay, No floods in Autumn, nodeftrudive Cold Send Scabs,nor Rots depopulate your Fold. And She wiJl hearken to our pious Race. Oft when She fwounds,and notes of ^ Tinkling-Brafs Cannot recall, nor colour her pale lips, Our cries have refcu'd from a dark Eciipfe. Then Beline laid , Impudent Wolf be gone ; Who knows, but late thou haft fomeMurther done, And this a Judgment.due to thy defert ? On pain of death our Qu

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