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B01490	Æsopicks: or, A second collection of fables, paraphras'd in verse, adorn'd with sculpture, and illustrated with annotations. / By John Ogilby, esq; his Majesty's cosmographer, geographick printer, and master of revels in the kingdom of Ireland.; Aesop's fables	Aesop.; Ogilby, John, 1600-1676.	1675 (1675)	Wing A702AA; ESTC R172114	103,882	449

less I prize than you I could no harm to one resistless do When like a Bacchanal she thus replies Had Argus-like this Corps a hundred Eyes As many Ears as Fame as many Hands As once Briareus had at his Commands Off they should all my self them mangle too And though so late acquainted all for you This said she strips her Arms her Breast unlac'd Her self in posture for the Business cast Her Knife the Edge obtuse she nimbly whets Thus Arm'd upon her Husband's Body sets And first his Hand which she so oft had kist Without Compunction sever'd from the Wrist His Ears cropt off his Right Eye out she tears Where once small Cupids danc'd in Crystal Spheres His Nostrils slits his Lips where oft she sipt Balm mixt with Dew of Roses off she whipt When thus she said If this Sir will not serve Say where you please and I shall farther Carve Then he reply'd No more the Body spare The Work is finish'd must conclude my Care All three this said ready assistance gave To drag the Corps from Sanctuary in the Grave SECT XIII THus quick dispatch with many Hands they ma●● And to the satal Tree the Corps convey'd Good at a dead list still his loving Spouse Hands him up to his open-window'd House In State the Body on her Shoulders sits Whilst he his Collar on of Esses fits And several Iron Tackle buckles fast And hoop'd a Brazen Belt about his Waste Puts on a Truss of Steel and all his Trim That thence he might not drop down Limb by Limb But so compacted well together hold Many Years bleaching both in Heat and Cold. The good Work done the Mistress and her Maid Back to the Lodge with speed themselves convey'd And he himself in former Station plac'd The Fright and Trouble o're and Danger past When to himself he said I am destroy'd If I this wicked Monster not avoid Whose memory I loath and mention more Than Filth engendring on a Common shore Her first high Impudence and Sea of Lust That Prophanation of her Husband's Dust But since she Scenes hath acted to such height Would amaze VVonder Terrors self affright I stood like Marble when the Corps long dead A fresh as she prepar'd for mangling bled T is true she 's VVealthy Young enough and Fair Those Queens of Pleasure so the Sirens are That Singing sate all day on gilded Thrones Built up of Skeletons and Dead Mens Bones Her Marry Sooner I 'll betroth a Mare And Monsters get a Centaur make my Heir But ah in her Concealment lies my Fate Love slighted soon reversing turns to Hate They 'l themselves ruin nay the VVorld unhinge What will not frantick Women for Revenge I now for present Safety must advise Had she a hundred Lives the Strumpet dies The onely way my Life and State to save That Bawd and her to bury in one Grave With the same Knife when she fain'd War proclaim'd With which the Corps she mangled so and maim'd I 'll kill them both So well I 'll play my Part That they that find it sticking in her Heart Her VVoman dead when on the Corps they sit Shall call 't Self-murther in her Frantick Fit And who'll tax me that never heard her Name Till by my Gates her Husband's Tunerals came I promis'd to be there in half an Hour And Balm must find in one short Bloody Show'r This sad he to the Lodge in secret stole Swoln Passions raging in his troubled Soul SECT XIV WIng'd Mischief flies soon at the door he knocks Her ready Maid waiting as soon unlocks Who entring finds the Lodge so dull of late Made for Adresses now a Room of State More Lights and greater Boards with Damask spread Vulean triumphing on a Golden Bed The Floor and VVindows rubb'd all nearly drest To entertain a kind not cruel Guest VVondring at such a Change in so short space No mark nor sign of the old sullen Face He softly said Behold a handsom Stage VVhere might Alcides or Orestes Rage Not long he gaz'd about when forth she came Drest up in Glory a most beauteous Dame Close Mourning 's off that sullen Curtain drawn She entred shining like a Golden Dawn VVith such a Majesty so comely Miene She secem'd a Goddess or at least a Queen Stuck thick with Jewels which the Stars out-vi'd Dimm'd by her brighter Eyes in all their Pride Her Bosom open where in Vales of Snow Sate Cupid lurking with no idle Bow A Heaven of Beauty set off in her Hair By Time unblemish'd yet or VVintry Care Thus like a Bride on her seventh Marriage-Feast She was in this most gorgeous manner drest But at the sudden Change off them she tore Lying in Sack-cloth on the dusty Floor Which her old Servant up by chance had laid And thither ' mongst some other Weeds convey'd Then little dreaming e're th' ensuing Morn In Bridal Weeds she would her self adorn Down falls he on his Knees as she had been Juno Minerva or the Paphian Queen On her he gaz'd but not one Word could speak But sigh'd and wish'd she would Compassion take His o're-charg'd Bosom ready to unclog All his soul Treason there to disembogue Had for intended Murther Pardon crav'd She wondring why himself he thus behav'd Kindly saluting rais'd up by the Hand Thus putting routed Reason to a stand Why look you troubled thus why Sir so sad I hope all Business still goes well abroad I fitting thought this Treatment to prepare You to refresh wearied with Grief and Care Part of the Night long yet e're day to pass With a cold Morsel and a seasoning Glass So down they sate Rich Wine and Beauty warms Grown brisk he takes his Heaven in his Arms Admiring how such Plots he could devise Treason contrive against her conquering Eyes Earth's proud Commander Hell's and Heav'ns bright Arch Shackled by Love's Triumphant Chariot march SECT XV. WHilst thus in joyful Vigils past the Night And Cupid's Revels acted to the height Diana sent one of her Virgin Train To spoil their Sport and damp Love's jolly Vein A Water she puts in their Wine unseen Which many Ages had a Dy'mond been In Earth's hard Bosom fix'd in lasting Cold A Star in Dust made never to grow old Free both from Fire and Steel all Force whate're Which will dissolve in Juyce of Maiden-hair This mix'd with Bacchus Sweets of Cupid sow'rs And Salamander-like Love-flames devours Who were before so fond lov'd ne're so much Not one another will endure to touch In high distemper of this chilling Plague The Male a Fiend the Female seems a Hag. Not soon the Poyson wrought nor very sharp But by degrees they cavil first and carp Next louder jangle like disorder'd Bells At last the baneful Operation swells And bitter Thoughts stand ready out to burst When his Distraction thus brake Prison first Fly Vizards off All Women I detest For thy sake Witch who rather art a Beast Who hast a Heart so salvage Blood so hot The Mongrel of a

Diana's Name Kept chast Court-Madams chast the City-Dame ' Mongst these Exemplars a fair Lady dwelt With whom kind Fates auspiciously had dealt She and her Spouse so eminent a Pair That all the City their Admirers were When seven fill'd Circles brought their Holiday The last of seven in perpetual May On which they yearly kept the Wedding Feast Their Friends and Kindred still invited Guests They in their Garden walking Arm in Arm The Spring in all her Gaiety and warm Changing his Note he in a sadder Tone Than ever they discours'd in thus begun My onely Happiness my dearest Wife More lov'd than Day than Joys of Health or Life Who would not leave the Hopes of Heaven to be As you and I so blest on Earth as we Since our seventh Stage so happily we reach Without one Cloud the smallest Flaw or Breach More than the Gods can boast though stil'd the Blest Them anxious Fears and Jealousies molest That some suppose the Stars are all but Spies And Constellations Guards with watching Eyes But now sad Fancies harbor in my Breast And Melancholy ne're before a Guest Why vex I thus my self with idle Fear Startle at that I ne're shall see nor hear I 'll tell the Love my Happiness is such That the Felicity I Princes grutch Though Fate did as your Servant me employ Thou art too good for any to enjoy I fear that you and I e're long must part Something I feel sits heavy at my Heart To die not grieves me but to leave thee here What signifies Elizium thou not there For your own sake then live a Single Life And let my Dust be proud you were my Wife Though Stories I suspect and idle Talk That in the Night our troubled Spirits walk Which if they should my angry Ghost I fear Thee from th' Embraces of a King would tear Take this my last Will which doth thee declare My sole Executrix and onely Heir Nor are you bound by loss of Part to be My Relict no Dear I have left you Free But as my last Request I onely sue As you my Wife are be my Widow too She weeping ready to make large Replies And Protestations Oh! I 'm sick he cries A dire Distemper shoots through every Part My Head my Back my Stomach ah my Heart Over my Eyes Nights sable Curtains spread Dearest farewel keep chast our Marriage-bed She shrieking out streight Friends about them swarm Finding the Dead and Living Arm in Arm The sad News flies invited Guests depart And leave high Treatments with a heavy Heart SECT II. THis dire Disaster routing such a Feast A Face of Sorrow not to be exprest Fill'd the sad House thence carried up and down By woful Friends returning through the Town Such were his Merits so concern'd they were Who not for him contributed a Tear But she sate mourning in a dismal Room Dark as that Night shuts up the Day of Doom When o're Sun Moon and Stars no hope of Dawn Foul Chaos hath eternal Curtains drawn Whilst for his Funerals they seek whate're For Shew and Pompous Sorrow fitting were First into Blacks they Tyrian Scarlets dy'd From Aegypt and Arabia provide To make the Corps Pomander Nard and Spice And odoriferous Gums at any Price Which done when Tears a short Cessation gave She drest th' embalmed Corps in Garments brave Then his pale Cheeks with tinct'ring Vermil dyes Corrals his Lips sets Jewels o're his Eyes And on a Pillow as his Marriage-Bed Curling his Tresses bolsters up his Head Her Friends mean while got Consecrated Ground Without the City Trench'd and Pal'd in round Amidst digg'd deep then arch'd a gloomy Vault Which Sun nor Stars nor Winds could e're assault And o're a Lodge with all Convenience made Where her old Servant if they could persuade There to attend their Lady as at home Where she truce took with Sorrow up might come And leave sometimes the Herse the better so To spin out Grief and prosecute long Wo For she resolv'd one Year ne're to adjourn But in the Tomb o're her dead Husband mourn And now Solemnities expected come The Corps to follow to its latest Home All march as they by Heralds Order'd were The Magistrates and the whole Senate there After the Herse she comes with Shrieks and Cries Forc'd Tears from Kindred Friends nay Strangers Eyes Sense of her Loss now more than e're she felt Cursing the Stars so hardly with her dealt But as the Corps descended to the Vault Her tender Bosom giving an Assault Tearing her Hair she leaps into the Cave And there resolv'd to dig her self a Grave Shrieks from beneath above a general Cry Like Thunder volleys through the echoing Sky Thence all dispersing to their Homes retreat And leave the Mourner in a doleful Seat SECT III. AFter the noising Concourse were return'd Both sad Beholders their Friends that mourn'd When conquering Night Days Standard down ha● hurl'd And drove the Sun into another World Then setled in her solitary Vault New-muster'd Sorrows her afresh assault The Herse before her and a glimmering Lamp Infolded Arms the sad Cave cold and damp She triumphs in her Grief her Woes seem brave With Misery surrounded and the Grave The Novelty of such a dismal Place Put Majesty in Melancholies Face Then kneeling by the Coarse in such a Shade She smiling at her new Condition said How blest am I that shall within this Cell With thee a Year perhaps for ever dwell Thus said she weeping and unveils his Face Which when she had beheld a little space She stood her Hands and Eyes erected calm As if some God had given her healing Balm With a full Deluge then and Sighs more loud Thus raves she thundring rom the broken Clod Ah! that when first I came into this World A Storm had me on barren Mountains hurl'd Se● 3 There to have starv'd or been to Beasts a Prey Or made my Cradle in the swallowing Sea Then I had never seen this woful Hour And thee cut off lie like a faded Flower Cold as a Rock wash'd at the Mountains feet Nothing of what thou wert but onely Sweet ●●eak then my Dear come rise and let us walk Of Love ah me and former Pleasures talk ●n such a Place we never were before Rocks all above an Adamantine Floor Here comes no Sun no South-winds sultry Breath These are the pleasant Shades of quiet Death How couldst thou die that always hadst thy Health Friends and fair Houses Happiness and Wealth Whate're for Use or Pleasure in this Life Nay more than all hadst Me thy loving Wife What will you speak no more now you are dead Them your last Words Keep Chast our Marriage-Bed To be Exemplar therefore here I stay Else I with thee had gone that woful Day And now I long to seek thee under Ground Mongst Regions ne're by lying Mortals found Then we 'll not part till you are soundly chid What Follies ah my raving Fancy feed ●e still in peace thy Spirit never