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B00463	The fabulous tales of Esope the Phrygian, compiled moste eloquently in Scottishe metre by Master Robert Henrison, & now lately Englished. ; Euery tale moralized most aptly to this present time, worthy to be read..; Aesop's fables. English. Selections. 1577	Aesop.; Henryson, Robert, 1430?-1506?; Smith, Richard, fl. 1587.	1577 (1577)	STC 186.5; ESTC S90053	52,310	130

and throw the lane running Fell in the net and so caught by chaunce For all his strength could make no resistaunce Weltring about with hideous roring While to while fro while he might succour get But all in vayne it auayled him nothing The more he flong the faster was the net The ropes rude were so fast about him set On euery side that succour saw he none But still lying and mourning made his mone O lamentable Lion lying here so law Where is the might of thy magnificence Of whom al brutall beasts in earth stoode aw And dread to looke vpon thy excellence Without hope or help without succour or de●ence In bandes strong here must I lie alace Till I be slayne I see no other grace There is no wight that will my harmes wreke Nor Creature do comfort to my crowne Who shall me help who shall my bands breake Who shall me put fro payne of this prisoun By that he had made this lamentation Through aduenture the little Mouse come by And of the Lion heard the wofull cry And suddenly it came in till hir minde That it should be the Lion by his close And sayd now were I false and right vnkind But I quite of his goodnesse some part I suppose Thou did to me and on hir wayes she goes To hir fellowes and on them fast can crie Come help come help and they came by and by Lo quoth the mouse this is the same Lion That grace graunted me when I was tane anon And now is fast here bounden in pryson Breaking his hart with great mourning and mone Without we him help of succour wotes he none Come helpe to quite one good turne for another And lose him quickly they answered yea good brother They tooke no knife their teeth were sharpe inough To see that sight forsoth it was great wounder How that they ran among the ropes tough Before behinde some aboue some vnder And shore the ropes of the net in sunder Then had him rise and he start vp anon And thanked them so on his way is gone Now is the Lion free from all daunger Loose and deliuered to his libertie By little beasts and of simple power As ye haue heard bicause he had pittie Quoth I master is there a Moralitie Of this fable yea Sonne he sayd right good I pray you sir then quoth I conclude Moralitie AS I suppose this mighty gay Lion May signifie a Prince or Emperour Any potestate or any King with crowne Whiche should be captayne guyde and gouernour Of his people that takes no labour To rule and stere the land and iustice keepe Without lying still in lustes flouth and sleepe The fayre forrest with leaues freshe to see With foules singing and floures fayre and sweete Is but the worlde and his prosperitie As false pleasaunce mingled and care replete Right as the Rose with frost and winter wete Fades so doth the world and them desaue Whiche in their lustes most confidences haue These little myse are but the commontie Wanton vnwise without correction Their Lordes and Princes when that they see Of Iustice make no execution They dread nothing to make rebellion And disobey for why they stande in no awe That makes them their soueraigne not to knaw By this Fable ye Lordes of prudence May consider the vertue of pietie And to remit sometime a great offence And mitigate with mercy crueltie Ofttimes is seene a man of small degree Hath quitte a King eyther with good or ill As the Lord hath done rigour or grace him till Who knoweth not how soone a Lord of gret renown Rowling in worldly lust and vayne pleasaunce May be ouerthrowen destroyde and put downe Through false fortune which of all variaunce Is hole mistresse and leader of the daunce To vniust men and blindes them so sore That they no perill can prouide before These rurall men that hanged hath the net In which the Lion suddenly was throwne Wayted alway amendes for to get For hurt men wrytes in the marble stone More to expound as now I let alone Both King Lorde may well know what I meene The figure hereof ofttimes hath bene seene When this was sayd quoth Esope my fayre childe I thee beseeke and all men for to pray That treason of this countrey be exilde And Iustice raigne and Lordes keepe their say Vnto their soueraigne Prince both night and day And with that woorde he vanisht and I wooke So through the wood my iourney when I tooke FINIS The notable tale of the preaching of the Swallow THe hie prudence and working maruelous The profound witte of God omnipotent Is so persite and so ingenious Excellent farre aboue mans iudgement For why to him all things are ay present Right as it is or any tyme shal be Before the sight of his Diuinitie Therefore our soules with sensualitie So settred are in this pryson corporall We may not clearly vnderstand nor see God as he is nor things Calestiall Our darke and deadly corps naturall Blindeth the spirituall operation Like as a man were bounde in pryson In metaphislcke Aristotle doth say That mans soule is like a backes eye Whiche lurketh still as long as light of day And in the twylight commeth forth to flie Hir eyes are weake the sunne she may not see So is our soule with fantasie opprest To know the things in nature manifest For God is in his power infinite And mans soule is feeble and ouer small Of vnderstanding weake and vnperfect To comprehend him that contaynes all None should presume by reason naturall To search the secretes of the Trinitie But beleeue firmely and let vayne reasons be Yet neuerthelesse we may haue knowledging Of God almighty by his creatures That he is good fayre wise and benigne Example take by these iolly stoures Right sweete of smell and pleasaunt of collours Some greene some blew some purple white redde Thus distributed by gifte of his godhed The firmament paynted with Starres cleare From east to west rolling in cirkle round And euery planet in his proper Spheire In morning making harmony and sound The fire the ayer the water and the ground To vnderstand is inough iwis That God in all his workes witty is Looke well on the fish that in the seas be Looke well in the earth all kinde of beastiall The foules fayre so forcely they flee Parting the ayre with winges great and small Then looke to man that he made last of all Like to his Image and his similitude By this we know that God is faire and gude All Creatures he made for the behoue Of man and to his supportation In this earth both vnder and aboue In number weight and due proportion The difference of time and eche season Concordant to our oportunitie As dayly by experience wee may see The Sommer with his iolly mantell of greene With floures fayre to furre it him hath sent Whiche Flora Goddesse of the floures Queene Hath to that Lord as for his season lent And

twixt vs for euermore I was vnwise that winked at thy will Where thorow almost I losed had my head I was more foole quoth he to be so still Where thorow to put my pray now into plead Away false theefe God keepe me fro thy fead With that the Cock ouer the fieldes tooke flight And in at the widowes window could he light Moralitie NOw worthy folke suppose this be a Fable And ouerheled with tipes fugerall Yet may ye finde some sentence right agreeable Vnder these fayned termes textuall To our purpose this Cock well may we call Nice proude men voyde and vaine glorious Of kin and bloud which are presumptuous Fie puft vp pryde thou art full poysonable Who fauoureth thee of force must haue a fall Thy strength is nought thy stoole stands vnstable Take witnesse of the fendes infernall Whiche throwen downe were from the heauēly hal To Hels hole and to that hideous house Bicause in pryde they were presumptuous This fayned Foxe may well be figurate To flatterers with pleasant woordes white With false meaning and minde most toxicate To glose and lie that settes their whole delite All worthy folke at such should haue despite For where is there more perillous pestilence Than giue to lyars hasty credence The wicked minde and adulation Of these sweete suckers hauing the similitude Are bitter as gall and full of poyson To tast it is who cleerely vnderstoode For this as now shortly to conclude These two sinnes flattery and vaineglore Are perilous good folke flee them therefore FINIS ¶ The pleasant tale howe this false dissembling Tod made his confession to the hypocrite fryer Wolfe Waytskayth LEauing this wydow glad I you assure Of Chauntclere more iocund than I can tell And speake we of the subtill aduenture And destinit that to this Foxe befell Whiche durst no more with wayting intermell As long as leame or light was of the day But byding night full still lurking he lay Whyle that the Goddosse of the flood Phebus had called to the harbery And Hesperus put vp his clowdy hood Shewing his iusty visage in the skie Then Laurence looked vp where he did lie And cast his hande vpon his eye on hight Mery and glad that come was the night Out of the woodde vnto a hill he went Where he mought see the twinekling starres cle●re And all the Planets of the firmament Theyr course and eke their mouing in the sphere Some Retrograde and some Stationere And of the Zodiake in what degree They were eche one as Laurence learned mee Then Saturne olde was entred in Capricorne And Iuppiter moued in Sagittarie And Mars in the Rams head was borne And Phebus in the Lion forth can carrie Venus the Crab the Mone was in Aquarie Mercury the God of Eloquence Into the Virgin made his residence Without Astrolab Quadrant or Almanake Taught of nature by instruction The mouing of the heauen this Tod can take What influence and constellation Was like to fall vpon the earth adowne And to himselfe he sayd this one thing God haue me Father that set me to learning My desteny and eke my death is knowne My aduenture is clearely to me kend With mischiefe mortall men are ouerthrowne My missyning the sooner but if I mend It is rewarde of sinne a shamefull end Therefore I will go seeke some confessoure And shryue me cleane of my sinnes to this houre And quoth he right fearfull are wee theeues Our liues be eche night in aduenture Our cursed crafte full many men mischieues For euer we steale and ouer are like poore In dread and shame our dayes we endure Still hunting after mischief at euery becke Till at last for our hyre we are hanged by the necke Accursing thus his cankred conscience On top of a crag he cast aboute his eye And saw comming a little from thence A worthy Docter in diuinitie Fryer Wolfe Waytskayth in science wonders slie To preach and pray was commen from the closter With heades in hand saying his Pater noster Seyng this Wolf this wyly traytor Tod On knees fell with hood into his necke Welcome my ghostly father vnder God Quoth he with many bow and many becke Ha quoth the Wolf si● Tod for what effect Make ye such mone rise vp on your foet Father quoth he I haue great cause to do et Ye are Mirrour Lanterne and liuely way To guyde suth simple men as me to grace Your barefeete and your u●sse●●●nle of grey Your leane cheekes your pale pit●ous face Whiche shewes to me your perfect holinesse For well were him that once in his liue Had hap to you his sinnes for to shryne Nay silly Laurence quoth the Wolf and lough It pleaseth me that ye are penitent Of theft and flouth sir I can tell inough That causeth me full sore for to repent But Father byde still here vpon the bent I you beseech and heare mee to deplore My guiltie conscience that prickes me so sore Well quoth the Wolf sit downe vpon thy knee And he downe barehead sate full humily And so began with Benedicitee When I this saw I drewe a little by For it is no good manners to heare nor spie Nor to reueale things sayde vnder that seale Yet to the Tods cōscience the Wolf did thus appeale Art thou contrite and sory in thy spryte For thy trespas nay sir I cannot do et My thinkes that hennes are so hony sweete And Lambes flesh that new are letten blood For to repent my minde cannot conclude But of this thing that I haue slayne so few Well quoth the Wolf in sayth thou art a shrew Since thou cannot forethinke thy wickednesse Wilt thou forbeare in time to come and mende And I forbeare how should I liue alas Hauing no other crafte me to defende Neede causeth me to steale where euer I wende I shame to begge and worke I ne can Yet would I fayne pretende a Gentleman Well quoth the Wolfe thou wantes points two That belong to perfect confession To the third part of penitence let vs go Wilt thou take paynes for thy transgression Nay sir consider my complexion Sielly and weake and of my nature tender Lo will yee see I am both leaue and slender Yet neuerthelesse I would so it were light Shorte and not greeuing to my tendernesse Take parte of payne fulfill it if I might To set my silly soule in way of grace Thou shalt quoth he forbeare flesh vntill Pase To tame thy corps that cursed carrion And here I giue thee full remission I graunt thereto so ye will giue me leaue To eate puddings or lap a little blood Or head or feete or panches let me preue In case I fall no fleshe vnto my food For great neede I giue thee leaue good Twise in the weeke for neede may haue no law God thanke you sir for that text well I knaw When this was sayd the Wolf his wayes went The Foxe a foote he goth vnto the flood To get him fishe hollily was his intent But when he

saw the water and waues wood Astonisht all still in a muse he stood And sayd better that I had bidden at hame Nor bene a fisher in the Deuils name Now must I scrape my meate out of the flood And I haue nother bootes nor yet boat As he was thus for faulte of meate neare wood Looking about like a wyly soat Vnder a tree he saw a trip of goate Than was he mery and through the hedge him hid And from the goate he stale hir little kid So ouer the hedge vnto the water hies And tooke the kidde by the hornes twayne And in the water either twise or thryse He dowked him and to him can he sayne Go downe sir kid come vp sir Salmon againe While he was dead so to the lande him drough And of that new made Salmon he eate inough Thus finely filled with yong tender meate Vnto a thicket for dread he him adrest Vnder a bush where the Sunne can beate To beyke his brest and belly he thought best And scorningly he sayde where he did rest Stroking his wombe against the Sunnes heate Vpon this belly what if a bolt should beate When this was sayd the keeper of the gayt Carefull in hart his kid was stolne away On euery side full warely could he wayt Till at the last he saw where Laurence lay A bowe he bent an arrow with feathers gray He drew to the head and or he stearth The Foxe he pricketh fast vnto the earth Now quoth the Foxe alas and well away Gored I am and may no further go Me thinkes no man may speake a woorde in play But now adayes in earnest it s turned so He tooke him and his arrow drew him fro And for his Kid and other violence He tooke his skinne and made a recompence Moralitie THis sudden death and vnprouided end Of this false Tod without prouision Example is exhorting folke to amend For dread of such and like confusion For many now hath good profession Yet not repentes nor for their sinnes weepe Bicause they thinke their lusty life so sweete Some bene also thorow consueted and ryte Vanquisht with carnall sensualitie Suppose they be as for the time contryte Can not forbeare nor fro their sinnes flee Vse drawes nature so in propertie Of beast and man that needes they must do As they of long time haue bene vsde thereto Beware good folkes and feare this sudden shote Whiche smites sort without any resistaunce Attend wisely and in your hartes note Against death may no man make defence Cease off your sinne remorse your conscience Obey vnto your God and ye shall wend After your death to blisse withouten end FINIS The Retoricall tale of the sonne and heyre of the foresayd Foxe called Father Wars also the Parlement of foure footed beastes holden by the Lyon. THis foresayd Foxe that dide for his misdeede Had not one Sonne was gotten rightuously To be heyre by law that might succeede Except one Sonne whiche in adultery He gotten had by purchase priuily And he gaue him to name father wurst That loude well pultry although he were curst It folowes still by reason naturall As degree by degree of right comparison Of euill comes worse of worse comes worst of all Of wrongfull getting comes false succession This Foxe bastard of generation Of very kinde behoued to be false So was his Father and his Graundsir al 's As naturall seeking his meate by sent By chaunce he found his fathers carrion Naked new slayne and to him as he went Tooke vp his head and on his knees fell downne Thanking the Gods of that conclusion And sayd now shall I walke since I am heyre The boundes where thou were wont to repayre Fye couetous vnkind and venemous The Sonne was glad he found his father dead By sudden shotte for deedes odious That he might raigne and rage still in his stead Dreading nothing the same life to leade In theft and robry as did his father before But to the end attent he tooke no more Yet neuerthelesse thorow naturall pittie The Carrion vpon his backe he taeth Now finde I well this Prouerbe true quoth he Still runnes the Foxe as long as he foote hath So with the corps vnto a pit he gaeth Of water full and cast him in the deepe And to the Deuill he gaue his bones to keepe Oh foolish man plonged in worldlinesse To gather golde and other worldly meede To put thy soule in payne and heauinesse To ritche thine heyre whiche hath but little neede Haue be thy good once he takes but small heede To execute to do to satisfie Thy latter will thy debt and legacie This Tod to rest him he passed till a crag And there be heard a boystrous horne bloro Whiche as he thought made all the world wag At last a Vnicorne came running below Then start he vp when he this heard and sawe With horne in band a bill on brest he bore The goodliest Pursiuant that erst was seene before Unto a banke where he mought see aboute On euery side in hast he gan him hie Shot out his voyce full shrill and gaue a showte And on this wise twice or thryce did crie With that the beasts in the fieldes thereby All meruayling what such a thing should meene Greatly agast they gathered on a greene Out of a wood a Bull so gan he brayde And redde the text withouten tarrying Commaunding silence sadly thus he sayd The noble Lion of all beasts the King Greeting to God health euerlasting To brutall beasts and irration all I send as to my subiects great and small My celsitude and hie magnificence Let you to wit that euen incontinent As to morow with Royall diligence Vpon this hill to holde my Parlement Straytly therefore I giue commaundement For to appeare before my trybunall Vnder all payne that may thereof befall The morrow came and Phebus with his beames Consumed had the misty clowdes gray The ground was greene and as gold it gleames With grasse growing goodly great and gay The spice they spread to smell on euery spray The Larke the Mauis and the Metle full hie Sweetely can sing skipping fro tree to tree Two Leopards came with crowne of massiue gold And so they brought it to the hils height With Iaspers Ionet and royals Rubies rold And many diuers Diamondes ydight With speaken roapes a pauilion downe they pight And there in throne sate a mighty wilde Lion In robe Royall with Scepter swoorde Corone After the tenor of the cry before That all foure footed beasts should appeere in place Is they commaunded were withouten more Before the Lorde the mighty Lions grace And what they were to me Laurence tolde apace As I shall rehearse apart of euery kinde As far as now occurreth to my minde The Minotaur a monster maruelous Bellerophon that beast of bastardy The Warwolf and the Pegase perillous Transformed by assent of Sorcery The Linx the Tyger full of tyranny The Elephant and eke the Dromedary The Camell with