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A75932	The fables of Æsop paraphras'd in verse, and adorn'd with sculpture, by John Ogilby.; Aesop's fables. English	Ogilby, John, 1600-1676.; Aesop.	1651 (1651)	Wing A689; Thomason E792_1; ESTC R207328	78,245	371

bowl of disolv'd pearl exhaust When mix'd troupes take the field no time is lost At last a royall Hart they ran in view Whom having at a bay the Lyon drew About him round his various languag'd Hoast Many their limbs and some their lives it cost At last ore-powr'd by number down he falls While Heaven and Earth ring at his funeralls Th'unlace then strip and next divide the Deer Thus the offended King did then complain These shares not equall are divide again One portion of the Quarrey will appear My Perquisit as I 'm your Soveraign The next is Ours as being strongest here The third you must acknowledge for my pain The last shall be your bounty not Our clame But who denies look too 't his Foe I am No Subject ' gainst this Prince durst trie his sute Not Reynard though most learned in the Law Vain are all pleas against the Lyons paw T is only force must violence confute Just title present power doth over-awe None of the beasts their grievances dispute All home return sad with a hungrie maw But as they went one said Though equalls must Yet when they please Superiors may be just MORALL When mighty power with Avarice is joyn'd Will is obey'd and Justice cast behind So Tyrants to engage the people grant And at their pleasure breake the Covenant 4 THE FOURTH FABLE Of the Eagle and the Daw. THe royall Eagle when the Ocean 's dark Waves had retir'd to their low water mark Wearie with grosser food and bloody meat Forsakes his Cedar court and mountain seat To seek fresh banquets nothing that the Ark Contain'd could please Kid Pidgeon Lamb nor Lark Nor humane slaughter moyst with putrid gore His gorge with surfeit weaken'd could put ore Shell-fish beeing salt Might cure the fault That only must his former health restore When his quick eye piercing the air a mile Upon the sea-wash'd margents of an Isle A Scollop found which was in shell so lock'd That if the devill and his dam had knock'd They might have staid for enterance a while Without successe long did the Eagle toyl His beak growes blunt his griping tallons ake No storm nor stratagem the fort will take When the slie Daw The leagure saw And to his king and royall master spake Prince of the plumed Citizens to whom We come for Justice and receive our doom Your Highnes hath been pleas'd to take advice From silly Birds from pratling Dawes and Pies And oft great Kings will hear the meanest Groom Not far from hence Sir stands an antient Toomb Hard as the Adamantine gates of Hell Mount with that Fish enchanted by a spell Lessen to a Lark Then take your mark And on hard marble break th' obdurate shell This counsell pleas'd the featherd King who straight 'Bove Clouds and winged Tempests made a flight So high he soard till Earth's magnetick force Would not have hindred to the Starrs his course Then lets the Scollop fall where it s owne weight Made a wide passage to the lushious Freight Soon as the hungry Daw perceiv'd the prize He stood not to consult but in he flies And straight did eat The Delicate Then to the sheltring wood for safety hies When th' Eagle this from Heavens bright arches saw With a deep sigh he said Ah treacherous Daw By fair pretence and counsell seeming good Thou hast depriv'd me of my dainty food Thus cunning Foxes use the Lyons Paw And by these Arts Subjects from Princes draw Soveraignty to themselves the Monarchs wing Must be strech'd out to his owne ruining No other power So high can towre 'T is the King only must destroy the King MORALL Let Princes of the best advice beware Nor trust the greedy they still treacherous are Subjects to Kings Exchecquers have no way Unles themselves deliver up the Key 5 THE FIFTH FABLE Of the Crow and the Fox VVAS it the Crow that by a cunning Plot A peice of Cheese had got Or sherking Rook or Chough or Pye Some bold affirme as boldly some deny But sure I am it was that Daw or Crow And I can proove it to be so That rob'd the King his master of his meat And now to make his Cozenage more compleat On Man his Kings King puts the second cheat This Crow surpriz'd with his own happy wit Could neither stand nor sit Proud of the spoil he makes a search Through all the Grove to find a dancing Pearch From bough to bough th'insulter hops Too low are now tall Cedars tops At last he fix'd whom slie sir Reynard sees And soon projecting how to get the Cheese Thus he accosts him plac'd 'mong lofty Trees O thou most weather-wise who best canst tell When Heaven as dark as Hell Juno incens'd shall make and when Jove condens'd air will rarifie agen But what sings lying Fame she saies Thou blacker art than those foul daies But yet to thine Swans silver down seems tann'd With such Plumes Phaenix funerall fire hath fand And Mexicans in fight like Angells stand As thou in Plumes didst thou excell in voyce 'T would Heaven and Earth rejoyce Wouldst thou but chant one pleasing lay Then be thou King of birds and Lord of May. Fair Crow intreated not refuse As crottcheting Musicians use Sing and let mounting Larks forsake the skie And let the emulating Lynnet dye And Swans no more tune their own Obsequie Successe wide doores to open Flattery gives All this the Crow beleives Trying to reach no common Noat Down drops the Dainty in sly Reynards throat Who chops it up then fleering said You have sung well and I have plaid My part not ill All learned Doctors hold Cheese for the voice far worser is than cold Since once it turn'd a Syren to a Scold When the Crow said I that rob'd Man whose Plot Spoyls from the Eagle got A Beast hath cozen'd of no lesse A dainty now than my whole second messe What cannot glozing Flatterers doe When our own selves we flatter too Go scornd of all and take thy wofull flight To dismall Groves there mix with Birds of night Did thy owne eyes believe the Crow is white MORALL Great is the power of Charmes but what enchants More than bewitching tongues of Sychophants Love and the wealth of Kings are in their power And Gold not sooner takes the maiden Towre 6 THE SIXTH FABLE The Battaile of the Frog and Mouse FRog-land to save and Micean Realms to spare From War and Ruine two bold Kings prepare The Empire of the Marshes to decide In single fight From all parts far and wide Both Nations flock to see the great event And load with Vowes and Pray'rs the Firmament Oppos'd Petitions grant Heaven's Court no rest While Hope and Feare thus strugle in their breast Up to the fatall Lists and measur'd Banks Both Armies drew bold yellow coats in Ranks And black furr'd Monscovites the circle man Which the six-finger'd Giant could not span The rising Hills each where the Vulgar crownd Nor long expect they when the

see no more than moles But when our Master enters I advise That close thou lye for he hath Argos eys To scape from him that is a work a task Would all the shifts of subtile Proteus aske Scarce said but in the buisy master came And first his servants negligence did blame Gathers the offals did the litter spread The labouring yoke-mates with his own hands fed Here there he pries and searcheth every part Three fathome under Hay he finds the Hart. Glad of the prize aloud for ayd he cals Streight on the Deer a troup of rusticks fals No hope of quarter he with weeping eys Chief mourner was at his own obsequies MORALL When urgent dangers presse 't is hard to shun Sterne Fortune loves to end as she begun On Fear and Haste bad Counsell still attends Let none seek refuge from unable friends 38 THE EIGHT AND THIRTIETH FABLE Of the Lyon that was sick THrough all the Forrest was a rumour spread The King the Lyon's Sick some report Dead No sooner was it trumpeted by fame But wild and tame From all parts came With countenances sad Though inly glad A mighthy throng at the Court gates appear But slie Sir Reynard was not there To whom the King thus with a Porcupins quill Writ on a leaf Dear Cosen I am ill And your advice now want to make my will If you suspect but fear is causelesse Sir Danger at Court alas I cannot stir The holy Woolf here teacheth Heavens commands Grim Malkin stands Wringing her hands The Lamb and Tyger sit Both at my feet But none of these can comfort us like you You shall not friend your comming rue Ah let me see thee ere my eys doe fail You oft have help'd me oft your wisdoms tail Made on the ground my Parliament robes to trail To whom the subtile Fox repli'd again That he to Heaven would pray his Soveraign May former health recover and once more From shore to shore Be heard to rore And with his voice to make The Forest shake But to obey his will must be deni'd Because he many tracts espi'd Of visitants repaird to 's Royall den But saw no Print of those return'd agen His Majesty must pardon him till then MORALL Not too much credence to Kings letters give In flowrie Eloquence black Serpents live Conster th' ambiguous words and wary read For I le advance that 's ile take off thy head 39 THE NINE AND THIRTIETH FABLE Of Cupid and Death CUpid too carefull of his Mother's task Roving all day did wound a thousand hearts With golden or with leaden pointed darts At night his sport persuing to a mask Where he is Quiver empties and supplies Again from beauteous Ladies eys While they in comely motion act their parts What Nymphs are these some whisper others aske What Goddesse now appears and as the' admire Active and fierce desire Seaven couples shoots at once with mutuall fire And ere nights wheels could the Meridian cut There thousands more the God to torture put The same day Death had at a cruell fight As buisy been and mighty slaughter made She and blind Chance on both sides double plaid Then the grim Angell visits Towns by night Now weary and grown late Death could not well Reach the Adamantine Gates of Hell Where Plague War Famine her Companions laid On Iron Couches trembling Ghosts affright Nor could blind Cupid Paphos find so dark The skie was grown no spark In all Heavens face to give the boy a mark At one Inne therefore two great Furies lay Till Sleep Death's elder brother both obey Nor Death long rests her weary bones but wakes Not cleering well her eys which were two coals That cast Malignant beams from gloomie hoals She Cupid's Quiver for her own mistakes And hungry out she flys to Countries far To Breakfast at a Massacer Nor long the Boy from torturing lovers souls Cessation made but out with speed he makes And storms with deadly arrows Mirtle groves Where perch'd his Mother's Doves Where cunning lovers lose to find their loves There while the youth did Cyprian Vigils keep Death seals their eys up in eternall sleep Then through the world a mighty change appears When the curld youth whom Love and Beauty lead Under pale Ensigns muster with the dead Sad Verse and Garlonds fix'd to Virgin Beers While in a dance up the long bedrid leaps And Beldams mince with wanton steps And their pale cheeks with borrow'd blushes spread False Lillys trenches fill plowd up with years Whom Death had mark'd for suddain funerals Now for his Violl calls And old remembring makes new madrigals This hath a Son that hath a Daughter dead And their house cleer'd the lusty Parents wed But while this Trage-Comedie was plaid Of Error long a youth more happy saw When to his eare the God did aiming draw A shaft at him and thus to Cupid pray'd O hold thy arrow tipd with Charnell bone And shoot me with a golden one Thy Darts are wing'd with Death ' gainst Natures Law See in the Groves what slaughter thou hast made Must the world end must all our youth be slain Must feeble age again Recruite the losse then let the Gods ordain That Winter marrying with North winds be bound To make with sharp Frosts pregnant barren ground Admonish'd thus he looks about and spi'd Old men and Matrons dancing in a ring And joyfull Paeans to Lov 's Mother sing While arm in arm sad youthfull lovers di'd Streight the mischance Cupid to Death makes known Requiring to return his own But Death in various Conquests taking pride Reserv'd some featherd with the Sparrows wing And left him others dipt i' th' Stygian Lake From whence rose the mistake That when sweet love Virgins and Youth should make It proves sad wils and Old folks one Leg have In wanton Sheets he other in the Grave MORALL Age burns with Love while Youth cold ague shakes And Nature oft her principles mistakes So suffers Youth in Ages cold imbrace As living men to dead bound face to face 40 THE FORTIETH FABLE The Parliament of Birds WHen Jove by impious arms had Heaven possest And old King Saturn setting in the West Finish'd the Golden days a Silver morn Pale with the crime 's successe did earth adorne The Silver Age. And gave its name unto the second age Then Skies first thundred Seas with tempest rage Four Seasons part the year Men Sow and Plant The golden times nor labour knew nor want Then toyl found ease by art art by deceits Then Civill War turn'd Kingdoms into States For pettie Kings ruld first then Birds and Beasts Did with Republicks private interests Begin to build Eagls were vanquish'd then And Lyons worsted lost their Royall Den. The Birds reduc'd thus to a Popular State Their King and Lords of prey ejected sate A frequent Parliament in th' antient wood There acting daily for the Nations good When thus the Swallow rising from the flock To Master Speaker the grave Parrot spoke Great things