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Page Number: 165
Text: -&SOPS FABLES. Who, while the Clock ftruck Twelve, did run a Mile, And fliakes with thund'ring Hoofs the rotten Soil. And now the day was come, the hour drew on, When (even Steeds, fwift as...
Show more -&SOPS FABLES. Who, while the Clock ftruck Twelve, did run a Mile, And fliakes with thund'ring Hoofs the rotten Soil. And now the day was come, the hour drew on, When (even Steeds, fwift as thofedrcvv Phaeton, Were match'd to run for a huge Golden Bowl; Which,crown'd with Wine,muft glad his Mailer's foul That wins the Cup. Dafle fo well was known On his fide all would Bet, but 'gainft him, none. To the firft Poft they came, Jochps were weigh'd, Great Cracks on each fide were^and Wagers laid. The Signal's given, at once fevcn Champions ftart, i/,, Now Spurjnow Switch,Hank,Loofe,no little Art Their Riders fhew : Low as theirHorfer Ear Bending their Heads, they break refilling Air. The Earth with Hoofs, the Skies with Clamors rore, While Voices tumbled eccho on the Shore. But as Swift Dafle far did all out-ftrip, Ah dire Miichance! he ftrain'd and fhot his Hip; ' Thus fhaken out, he and his Rider droop, While in a duffy Cloud on goes the Troop. Here our f<xd Tale begins,This Steed unfit To run the Race, or with a burnifh'dBit To bear his wealthy Lord with Proud fhort Steps, Difgrace for all his former Service reaps: They take from him his Trappings, Silk, and Gold, And to a cruel Car-man he is fold, Labour'd all Day,and fed at Night with Grains^ He Dreams of Loads, fteep HiJ%a|id' narrow Lanes. With's Cart at's Back, weary and ill Arrai'd"; ; The Afs elpi'd him,an,d thus vapp.uring Brai'd j ' v, A Sir, I'm miftakenif I did nof-meet v , : ; Your Horf-iliip lately in.^his, vy^iqdingStj-eqt^: -.-.,: \ \ But you'r much alter'd in a little time, You'r lean, and poor, then fat,and in your prime; N 2 Where's
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Page Number: 166
Text: Where's all the gallant Furniture you had ? How ruftily you look in Leather clad ? Nor your fbft Neck bends proudly in a Trot, With Ladies in a Belgick Chariot, Bounding on Velvet Beds; nor I...
Show more Where's all the gallant Furniture you had ? How ruftily you look in Leather clad ? Nor your fbft Neck bends proudly in a Trot, With Ladies in a Belgick Chariot, Bounding on Velvet Beds; nor I difcern No golden Scutcheons,on your gilded Stern; Your Wheels not thunder,nor your Axes flame; This is a Cart ; you draw as if you'r lame. Thus are proud Mortals paid, and them that fyiow No Mean in Blifs^Jball have no Mean of Woe ; And this fhall be the greateft Gall to Pride, W^hom they fcorn'd rich,grown poor,fhall them deride. Moral. Let no Profterity move Arrogance; Lity April are the fickle Brows of Chance : But when foe moft feemsfor theey then provide With Caution to allay dr-fwelling Pride. Fab.
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Page Number: 169
Text: Fab. XXXVI. Of the Husbandman and the Wood. NEer a vail: Commons, was a mighty Grove, Protected by the(<) Hama-dryades, Which then had Manfion in thofe long-liv'd Trees; There flouriOi'd &...
Show more Fab. XXXVI. Of the Husbandman and the Wood. NEer a vail: Commons, was a mighty Grove, Protected by the(<) Hama-dryades, Which then had Manfion in thofe long-liv'd Trees; There flouriOi'd < Efcuks the Delight of Jove, And PbtbkfW LoVe; And there were Plants had Senfe, and feme could feed, And fruitful Palms did Male and Female breed ; Wool-bearing Stocks grew there,and fome of old Whofe Leaves were Spangles,and the Branches Gold; In aged Trees InduilriousBees Built FortrefTes, And did their waxen Kingdoms frame, And fbme, they fame, (came. From whofe hard Womb Man's knotty Of-lpring This wealthy Grove, the Royal Cedar grac'd, Whofe Head was fix'd among the wandring Stars, Above loud Meteors arid Elements Wars, His Root in th' Adamantine Centre fall:; This all furpaft Crown'd Libanus ; about him Elmy Peers, Ajh, Fir, md Pine /had flourilh'd many years, By him prote&ed both from Heat and Cold. Eternal Plants, at leaft ten Ages old, All of one mind, Their ftrength conioyn'd, And icorn'd the Wind: Here ni, (liven.and The laft of which we e ot HomtdrjMiis; andthefewere lieved to live and die with the T in their protection, according to A ianis hit j njferedfor hit Sire who aurft prt- vtke The Dryades ij cutting isun their Ok'. The Njmfh full (ft fetitim'd him with To fpgrt her Trie if equal bWth and JlUrt ; Since both their livtt didflwriji in that bole. But mi intre&ts could his r*fb youth central; fVh he-vs it dMn.The Njmfb riveng'd her Fall, T him and to his Ijfue tragical. (b) Plinj in his Natural Hiftory, lib.ra. c. I. Arborumgenera Nmii-bus fuis dicnto perfetm fervantur, nt Jovi EIchIms , Apollini Lauras , Mi-nenrac Olea, Veneri Mjrtus, Herculi Pefulus. The Ceremony of dedicating this and that kind of Tree to feveral Gods vtat nlwaiesobferved ; for the Ef-culus is ccnficrated to Jupiter, the Lv-rel to Apollo , the Olive-tree to Minerva, the Myrtle to Venus , ani the /-plar to Hercules. (0 The Laurel.
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Page Number: 170
Text: JliSOTS FABLES. (d) M DtubtiA in Etirus w-s the molt ancient and famous Oracle of fi-fitrr. The Story of it is thus related by' Helens, the antiemelr of the Grttk Hifioriant, whofeems to ha...
Show more JliSOTS FABLES. (d) M DtubtiA in Etirus w-s the molt ancient and famous Oracle of fi-fitrr. The Story of it is thus related by' Helens, the antiemelr of the Grttk Hifioriant, whofeems to have b;tn irq;:ifitivc after the original of it. (he Pneflsof 7*^><-r, ztThtbe, a City in Efjft, told me that the Phe-mei.-.ns hnfilonaway formerly two Oftl.ai [Vieflefles, & fold one of them into Litjn,the other into Crtt. f,which Women firft conftituted.anhey under. Rood,Oracles in ihofe places. But the PrielUflVs ac Didona fay , that tliere flew two bbek Pigeons from Th. bes of Eipt ; the one into Libya, the other to il.rm, uhuh lighting on an Oak, faid with a humane voice, that there ought to be an Oracle of Jupiter there. '! :>ey, (iippo!;ng itto be a Divine com-nur.d, u>'d one to be built there. The reft of the Doimtans agreed with them in their i elation. My opinion of them, flits t-hrcdotHi , is this; If it be true tb f/fcPhenicuns ctrritd aV/ay theft w/o Libya, the ctbtr into Hellas itfecms t? me th.it tbisvomM-nxuftld to the Ihcfp:-o:ians in tfoCountnj how lal-W Hellas, ^ffcrt Pelafgia, wbire during kr SUvtrj fhe cenftcrated the fUi. i mtr x neighbourinr O.ik., it being rnbMt llut fluluv.ng ho,operated to Jup:ter, Egypt "wcMnuhthe minor] of him ben Not* thefe m-n>, vert etll'd bj the Dodoneans mmxJ'H Pigeons , facasfe nfin o unknown Language, thtjfeem'd totally like Buds, tuttlutlbii f'er White fpk_? mthah^m^e voice, baaufe Jbi by cojtverfation hid lurn'd the Greek. T',**:<e ; when th;] fa] the Piytu was ,tby t-gmfiethttthefromtnwts .- I gypiian. The Oracle nt Thebes i pyi'r, .>,./ th.:tm Dodona art very lk h J Here highly honour'd flood the facred Whom Swains invoke^ Which Oracles^ like that of W Dodony /poke. But in the neighbouring Commons dwelt a Swain That to his Hatchet long did want a Heft; Which only was the R oyal Cedars Gift: When to the under Cops (that did complain Their Soveraign A Tyrant was) he fu'd., they promis'd Aid : No Helve of Brier} or Thorn,ivas ever made. Some rotten-hearted Elms, and Wooden Peers, R un wiffi the Stream, fpurr'd up by Hopes or Fears; Avarice, Pride, Make others fide; Hoping more wide, Some mighty Trees remov'd, they in their ftead Branches might /pread From Sea to Sea, and raife to Heaven their Head. Then to theCedar he his Sute prcfents, About whom round his whifpering Counfel grows; Hot they debate^ fome fide,and fbme oppofe,' Whenj but unwilling, the fore'd King consents, And loon repents : Arm'd by his Gift, Trees fall in Ranks and Files, Friends, Foes, in Stacks to Heaven the Ruftick piles; Then hollow Vines firft cut with Sails unfurl'd Lines, that, like Nets, are drawn about the World; Great Trees and /mall Together fall, He ruins all: But fir/I the Grove told Oracles expires, And all their Quires, Enough t* have made twelve Cafars Funeral Fires. At
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Page Number: 171
Text: uSOPS FABLES. At Lift the Shepherd Handing on a Hill, Beheld the Havock his own Hands had made. And with a deep fetcht Sigh, thus weeping faid ; Where is the Mad, and Akorns that did fill My...
Show more uSOPS FABLES. At Lift the Shepherd Handing on a Hill, Beheld the Havock his own Hands had made. And with a deep fetcht Sigh, thus weeping faid ; Where is the Mad, and Akorns that did fill My brifly Cattelftill? Ill-gotten Wealthy ah me ! is ill imploy'd., And I am poorer the whole Wood deftroy'd. Where fhall my Kids browfe ? How fhall I maintain My board with Nuts, and blufhing Fruit again ? Thus Avarice brings People, and Kings, Their ruinings. Thus Grants of Princes have themfeivs brought low, And oft o'r-throw Them, by their Fall on whom they did beftow. Moral. ions put into a mad Mans Hands3 May be tbefirft the Error underjiands: But Kings that Subje&s with their S&ordintrujl, If they dofitfer}feems not much nnjufi. Fab.
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Page Number: 172
Text: Fab. XXXVII. Of the Hart and Oxen. AH me! poor Hart3ah Whither malt thou fly? A pack of cruel Hounds in a full Cry Are at thy Heels,on the bold Hunts-men ruftj In Woods there is no Safety, ev...
Show more Fab. XXXVII. Of the Hart and Oxen. AH me! poor Hart3ah Whither malt thou fly? A pack of cruel Hounds in a full Cry Are at thy Heels,on the bold Hunts-men ruftj In Woods there is no Safety, every Bufh My Horns will tangle in: ah ! where s the Stream Whofe Waves commiferating would from them To further Shores in Safety me convey, W^here I at laft my weary Limbs might lay ? Thus the chas'd Deer his woful Chance bcmones To Hils and Dales, deaf Trees and fenflels Stones; When his own Fate, by ill Advice, did call Him to feek Refuge, at the Oxens Stall. To whom he (aid; Ah ! for Acquaintance fake, Since we in one Park dwelt, fome Pity take, Receive me in; a thoufand waies you may Save this poor Life; I'll hide in yonder Hay. W hen one repli'd, He might in fafety ly There till the Men, and cruel Dogs pa(s by ; But if their Mafter or his Man came in, The Danger greater was,fliould he be feen. Keep Counfel, Sirs, and I will venture here: Under the Cock,at All-hid plays the Deer. W^hen a dull Servant enter'd, one that did Not half the Work his careful Mailer bid, Returning when the Beafts were ferv'd with Hay. Then flatt'ring Hope did the glad Hart betray. But an experienced 0x} whom Livie made Once ipeak before,to him rejoycing,faid; Unhappy Friend, thou haft imall caufeto vant; Wert thou as mighty as an Elephant, Stood
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Page Number: 173
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Page Number: 175
Text: jESOFS FABLES. Stood where I ftand, a Cattle on thy back, This Gown had left theefeeding at the Rack. This is a clod heavier than Earth; ruch Souls, Were all Heaven Sun, would fee no more t...
Show more jESOFS FABLES. Stood where I ftand, a Cattle on thy back, This Gown had left theefeeding at the Rack. This is a clod heavier than Earth; ruch Souls, Were all Heaven Sun, would fee no more than Moles: But when our Mailer enters, I adviie That clofe thou ly, for he hath Argus eys; To icape from him, that is a Work, a Task, Would all the Shifts of fubtile w Proteus ask, Scarce iaid, but in the bufy Mailer came, And firfl his Servant's Negligence did blame, Gathers the Offals, did the Litter (pread, The Labouring Yoke-mates with his own Hands fed; Here^ there, he pries, and iearcheth every part, Three Fathom under Hay he finds the Hart. Glad of the Prize,aloud for Aid he cals, Streight on the Deer,i Troup of R ufticks fals; . No hope of Quarter, he with weeping Eys Chief Mourner was at his own Obicquies. ; M Pntea, was King of the Eg)f-titxs about the time of the Trojan war; feign'd tohavechang'd himfelf into fundry forms , now Seining a Beaft, now a Tree nowVire. Ovid Met*-morph 1.8. t tjuibm in plur ttbi compltxi terram n Proteu.erc-. atifiie Others have power themfelves at will to change, As thou blue Proteus, that in Seas doft range. Who now a Man, a Lyon now appears Now a fell Boar.a Serpent'* fliape now A Bull with tbreatning Horns now feem'ft to be, Now like a Stone, now like a fpreading And iometimes I flows, Sometimes like fire fliows. a gentle River verfe to Water, Which he attain'd ,it feems, by his con-rerfation with the Magicians oiE^jft, of whofeftrange performances of that nature the Scripturei make mention. But Diodtrus Sictdu) faies, that the Kings of that Countrey wore fome-times the Shapes of Lyons, Balls, and Dragons on their heads, as marks of Regality ; fometimes Trees, Fire, and i'ic like which was the originil of this Grecian Fable. Mora l. ' When urgent Dangers prefs, 'tis hard tofiun; Stem Fortune loves to end, as/he begun : On Fear, and Haft, bad CounfeUftiU attend; Let none feeJ^Kefuge from unable Friends. o
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Page Number: 176
Text: JESOPS FABLES. Fab. XXXVIII. Of the Lyon that was fick, ^~1^Hrough all the Foreft was a Rumor fpread, The King the Lyons Sick,fomereport Dead. No fboner was it trumpeted by Fame, But Wild a...
Show more JESOPS FABLES. Fab. XXXVIII. Of the Lyon that was fick, ^~1^Hrough all the Foreft was a Rumor fpread, The King the Lyons Sick,fomereport Dead. No fboner was it trumpeted by Fame, But Wild and Tame, From all parts came, With Countenances fad, Though inly glad; A mighty Throng at the Court Gates appear : But flie Sir Reynard was not there. To whom the King thus with a Porcupin's Quill Writ on a Leaf; Dear Coufin,I am ill, And your Ad vice now want to make my Will. If you fufpedl: ( but Fear is caufle/s, Sir ) Danger at Court,alas! I cannot ftir; The holy Wolf here teacheth Heaven s Commands, Grim Malfyn ftands, Wringing her Hands, The Lamb and Tygre fit Both at my Feet; But none of thefecan comfort ls} like you. You fhall not,Friend,your coming rue, Ah ! let me fee thee e'r my Eys do fail; You oft have help'd me, oft your Wifdom's Tail Made on the ground my Parliament Robes to trail. To whom the fiibtile Fox repli'd again, That he to Heaven would pray,his Soveraign May former Health recover, and once more From more to fliore Be heard torore, And with his Voice to make The Foreft make: But
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Page Number: 179
Text: FABLES. But to obey his Will muft be deni'd, Becaufe he many Tra&s efpi'd Of Vifitants repair'd to's Royal Den; ButfawnoPrintoftho/e return'd agen. HisM a;'efty muft pardon him till then. Mo...
Show more FABLES. But to obey his Will muft be deni'd, Becaufe he many Tra&s efpi'd Of Vifitants repair'd to's Royal Den; ButfawnoPrintoftho/e return'd agen. HisM a;'efty muft pardon him till then. Moral. Not too much Credence to Kings Letters give; Inflowry Eloquence blact^Serpents live > Confler tb' ambiguous Words3 and wary read, For I'll advance, that's I'll tahg off thy Head. O 2
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Page Number: 180
Text: JZSOFS FABLES. Fab.XXXIX. Of Cupid and Death. CVfid too careful of his Mothers task Roving all day did wound a thoufand Hearts With Golden or with Leaden pointed Darts ; At night his fport ...
Show more JZSOFS FABLES. Fab.XXXIX. Of Cupid and Death. CVfid too careful of his Mothers task Roving all day did wound a thoufand Hearts With Golden or with Leaden pointed Darts ; At night his fport perfuing to a Mask, Where he his Quiver empties, and fupplies Again from beauteous Ladies Eys, While they in comely Motion ad their parts; What Nymphs are theft, fbme whifper ? others ask What Goddefs now appears ? and as the' admire, Adive and fierce Defire Seven couples fhoots at once with mutual Fire, And e'r nights Wheels could the Meridian cut, There thoufands more the God to torture put. The fame day Death had at a cruel Fight As bufy been, and mighty Slaughter made, She and blind Chance on both fides double plaid; Then the grim Angel vifits Towns by night. Now weary, and grown late, Death could not well Reach the Adamantine Gates of Hell, W^here Plague, War,Famine, her Companions laid On Iron Couches, trembling>Ghoirs affright ; (a) a city in the Mand of cwM, Nor could blind Cupid W Pathos find, io dark confecrated to VtH>, whence (he was l l mii'd p*fhia. The Sky was grown, no Spark In all Heaven's Face to give the Boy a Mark : At one Inn therefore two great Furies lay, Till Sleep Death's elder Brother doth obey. Nor
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Page Number: 183
Text: ^SOPS FABLES. Nor Death long refts her weary Bones, bur wakes Not clearing well her Eys which were two Coals That cafl: Malignant Beams from gloomy Hoals; She Cupid's (Quiver for her...
Show more ^SOPS FABLES. Nor Death long refts her weary Bones, bur wakes Not clearing well her Eys which were two Coals That cafl: Malignant Beams from gloomy Hoals; She Cupid's (Quiver for her own miftakes, And hungry out (he rlys to Countrys far, To Breakfaft at a Maflacrc. Nor long the Boy from torturing Lovers Souls CefTation made, but out with fpeed he makes, And ftorms with deadly Arrows Myrtle Groves, W here perch'd his Mothers Doves, Where cunning Lovers Jofe to find their Loves f There while the Youth did Cyprian Vigils keep Death feals their Eys up in eternal Sleep. Then through the World a mighty Change appears, i When the curl'd Youth,whom Love & Beauty lead Under pale Enfigns mufter with the dead;' Sad Verfe and Garlands fix'd to Virgin Beers ij ; While in a Dance up the long bed-rid leaps,i,!, i And Beldams mince with wanton ftepSy. > > 1 And their pale Cheeks with borrow'd blufhes fpread Falfe Lillies trenches fill plow'd up with years; Whom Death had mark'd for iuddain Funerals Now for the Viol calls, And old remembring, makes new Madrigals. This hath a Son, that hath a Daughter dead, And their houfe clear'd, the Jufty Parents wed. But while this Tragi-Comedy wras plaid Of Error long, a Youth more happy fa w When to his Ear. the God did aiming draw A Shaft at him, and thus to Cupid pray'd .; . r Ohold thy Arrow tipp'd with Charnel Bone, , ^ And fhoot me wtn a Golden one. Thy (I
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Page Number: 184
Text: n jSO?S FABLES. Thy darts are wing'd with death/gainft natures Law; See in the Groves what flaughter thou haft made. Muft the World end ? Muft ail our Youth be (lain > Muft feeble Age a...
Show more n jSO?S FABLES. Thy darts are wing'd with death/gainft natures Law; See in the Groves what flaughter thou haft made. Muft the World end ? Muft ail our Youth be (lain > Muft feeble Age again Recruit the Lofs ? Then let the Gods ordain That Winter marrying with North Winds be bound To make., with fharp Frofts, pregnant barren ground. Admonifli'd thus, he looks about, and fpi'd Old Men and Matrons dancing in a Ring, And joyful V&ans to Lov's Mother fing, While arm inarm fad youthful Lovers dy'd. Streight the Mifchance Cupid to Death makes known, Requiring to return his own ; But Death in various Conquefts taking Pride, Referv'd fbme feather'd with the Sparrows Wing, And left him others dipt i'th Stygian Lake. From whence rofe the Mi/take, That when fweet love Virgins and Youth fliould make It proves fad Wils; and Old folks one Leg have In wanton Sheets., the other in the Grave. Moral. Age burnt with Lovejvbile Touth cold Ague Jhafyr; And Nature oft her Principles miftatyt: Sofuffers Touth in Ages cold imbrace, As living Men to dead bound face to face. Fab.
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Text: jSO? S FABLES, Fab. XL. The Parliament of Birds, WHen Jove by impious Arms had Heaven poiTeft, And old King Saturn letting in the Weft Finifh'd the Golden Days,a Silver Morn, Pale wit...
Show more jSO? S FABLES, Fab. XL. The Parliament of Birds, WHen Jove by impious Arms had Heaven poiTeft, And old King Saturn letting in the Weft Finifh'd the Golden Days,a Silver Morn, Pale with the Crimes fuccefs, did Earth adorn, And gave its name unto the fecond Age. Then Skies firft thund red, Seas with Tempefts rage, Four Seafons part the Year, Men fbw, and plant, (The golden Times nor Labour knew nor Want) Then Toyl found Eafe by Art, Art by Deceits, Then Civil War turn'd Kingdoms into States, (For petty Kings rul'd firft) then Birds and Beails Did with Republicks private Interefts Begin to build ; Eagles were vanquiiTu! fhen, And Lyons worfted loft their Royal Dei The Birds reduc'd thus to a Popular Their King and Lords of prey ejeded, fate A frequent Parliament in th' antient Wood, There acting daily for the Nations good. When thus the Swalloiv rifing from the flock, To Mafter Speaker, the grave Parrot, {poke. Great things for us, Sir,Providence hath done, And we have through a World of Dangers run, The Eagle, and the gentle Falcon are Deftroy'd or Sequefter'd by happy War; The Kitifli Peers, and Buffard Lords are flown, Who fate with us till we could fit alone: Like worthy Parriots fince, your fpecial Care Hath fetlcd our Militia in the Air. All The Silver Age.
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Page Number: 188
Text: JESOPS FABLES. All Monarch-hating Stores and Cranes, who march Like Sons of Thundery hrough Heavens Cryftal-arch, When Tumult calls, to beat thole Wigeons down, That vainly flock to re-adva...
Show more JESOPS FABLES. All Monarch-hating Stores and Cranes, who march Like Sons of Thundery hrough Heavens Cryftal-arch, When Tumult calls, to beat thole Wigeons down, That vainly flock to re-advance the Crown. Of Maritim bus'nefs, let our Sea-fowl tell, Who now as far beneath, as 'tis to Hell, Th' Antipodes dive, to fetch home Gold and Spice From Phoenix, and the Bird ofParadife; Whom Thunder-eating Fire-Drakes fafe convey From royal Harfyes, that pickeer at Sea. W"ar isfaroffremov'd, and almoft done; And we now /porting in the golden Sun Prune, and re-gild our Wrings; while on hard Coafts, Wedded to Famine, and eternal Frofts, The Eagle rigid Di/cipline digefts, Drove from his Godwits to the Byters Nefts. We fear no flying Nation, fhould the King Pium'd Grijfons, and his winged-Horfes bring, (a) A winged Horle/eign'd to have ,,;, . n IL/TIIO rife out of the biood of ^/i dam Of no w lcorn cl W 1veva'jus the banied oons by PtrftHs, Ovid I.4. , ., So oft chas'd round our vaft Dominions. DumejHtgravi fomnas eoiftbros tpjttm- EripJ^t'plt coiic, pwifaefw. But a new Danger, with a dire Oftent, vega7on,&frtremm*tri,def*ngme ( You Gods avertit from this Parliament, Begins to threaten. Line unthought upon lderj D b r NW fliadeS lt {^ alld tO * Wd * gW How her head he from her fhou took fc'r heavy Sleep her Snakes and her ThSdof pega/us and of his bro- Luxurious Branches mooting to the Sky. sprung from the biood of their new- This this,behold! is the great Enemy : flaughter"d mother. J ' .., r,, . n t Man will make Nets of this, where he'l no fewer By which Fable the Poets exprefled > mouths oTnleVn!chandfllceeltat"fv1do- Than thoufand filly Birds at once fecure: Under the Tyranny of twifted Cords Oft Lybian Lyons grone; thofe Forcft Lords W'ild Bu!s, and Boars, make all the Wood relbund. VV;hen they are taken in this Linnen Pound : Fetter'd in thefe, how loud ftorm falvage Bears ? And took Hyenas weep with unfeign'd Tears. This
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Page Number: 189
Text: This Branch and Rootmuft up, or die your State ( Which forein Eagles now congratulate ) Will be fhort-Jiv'd ; down, down with't to the ground Nor let its place or name be ever found : Enad wi...
Show more This Branch and Rootmuft up, or die your State ( Which forein Eagles now congratulate ) Will be fhort-Jiv'd ; down, down with't to the ground Nor let its place or name be ever found : Enad with (peed, your Time, your Strength imploy To ruin that, which elfe will you deftroy. The Swallow for his Wifdom much renown'd, Since he the Art of Architecture found, Whole well-built Nefts incircle Icarce a Span, Are yet but coldly pattern'd out by Man; Whole Cement finiles at Time,and th' Elements R age, Strengthen'd with Storms,and more confirm'd by Age, Had now prevail'd, and his great Eloquence, Sofympathizing Math the Houfeslenle, Perfuaded /freight an Hoft ofGeefe and Cranes Should plunder and depopulate thole Plains. But that the Linnet ( private Intereft much, Since Linleed was his Food, this Bird did touch,) Arifing laid, Moft honour'd Houle ofBirdsy The Swallow hath,in well-compoled words And handlbm language, dreft up far-Crow doubts OffomePriap/s, or a Thing-of-clowts, Such as Plum'd Foragers fright from Corn and Fruits, And well with his complaining Nature luits. Sure I believe e'r fince the World began, This Line hath grown, or wild, or Ibw'd by Man; Yetne'r imploy'd our Nation to betray : (a) But theft times find new Arts out every day, Lime-twigs are htdy known, and Hair and Hooks W^hich Icaley people draw from Cryftal Brooks. But grant all this, will Man his Cordage pin To the high Poles, and Ipread his Linnen gin P O'r
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