JESOTS FABLES. Fab. XVII. Of the fick.Kite and his Mother. / a HtKite firft Steerage taught to Mariners, By which ftrange Lands they found, and unknown Stars, And took from ... Show more
JESOTS FABLES. Fab. XVII. Of the fick.Kite and his Mother. / a HtKite firft Steerage taught to Mariners, By which ftrange Lands they found, and unknown Stars, And took from Seas Imaginary Bars. They faw when Heaven was cleer His plumy Rudder fteer II Starboord and Larboord, plying here, now there. Thefe Sayiers having a good Voyage made, Neer Kitijh Seats rich Veflels did unlade, And to that Prince a royal Banquet made: Him with fat Offerings fed, With Oyl, Wine, White and Red ; Which Surfeit a Malignant Fever bred. And now, who lon^ by Rapine and by Stealth ; 1 Had heap'd up R iches,loft his former Health, More worth to Mortals than all worldly Wealth : In his well-feather'd Neft The flckBird takes no Reft, When to his Mother he himfelf confeft; Mother, you know, and I now to my grief, That I have liv'd a mod: notorious Thief, Robbing for Pleafurc oftnerthan Relief. I once from th' Altar Hole With Flelli a kindled Cole, Which burnt my Neft high as the lofty Pole. Such are my Sins, no God 1 dare implore, Left they fliould know I live, and punitti more : You for your Son may pray as heretofore.
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4.6 JZSOPS FABLES. Let Heaven but grant me Health, I'll give the Church my Wealth, And Orders take, repenting former Stealth. Then to her Son the Mother made reply; Ah my Dear 5/r^couldft t... Show more
4.6 JZSOPS FABLES. Let Heaven but grant me Health, I'll give the Church my Wealth, And Orders take, repenting former Stealth. Then to her Son the Mother made reply; Ah my Dear 5/r^couldft thou but once-more fly, And cut with fanning wings the ample Sky} Wert hungry once agen, Thou'lt rob the Lyon's Den, SpoyI th' Eagles Neft,and pillage Gods and Men. Moral. A golden Robe in Whiter is too cold, .0 Dot in Summer is a Beard of Gold : hurcb-Robbers thus cram impious Cojfers ft And greedy men count Sacriledge God's Will.
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Fab.XVIII. Of the Old Hound and his Mafkr. OLD Dog 'tis thou muft doe income away; Within a Thicket neer Is lodg'd a gallant Dear, We muft not, friend, neg
