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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26527	Aesop at Amsterdam, balancing the Aesops at Tunbridg, Bathe, Whitehal, &c. by Ludlow Redivivus.	Ludlow Redivivus.	1698 (1698)	Wing A734; ESTC R19297	6,763	38

AESOP AT AMSTERDAM Balancing the AESOPS AT Tunbridg Bathe Whitehal c. BY LUDLOW REDIVIVUS AMSTERDAM Printed for Myn Heer Vanden Flounder Boekverkooper 1698. And Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster Epistle Dedicatory TO Old AESOP at Whitehal c. FATHER WHERE the Devil have you been all this while It is now ever since the fifty fourth Olympiad you dy'd at Delphos and to arise again at Whitehall is very remarkable I am now apt to believe the Doctrin of Transmigration and that your Soul having past the Habitations of the Bodies of the Horse the Ass and other Beasts you 'r now informing the Body of a Courtier Good Dad don 't come too near me you stink most damnably of Sulphur I 'm almost suffocated You have been lamentably paid off in t'other Country your Clothes are horridly bedawb'd with liquid Bitumen Links Flambeaux and Card-matches you make a very indifferent Figure indeed Father What Country you have been in I can't tell but by your new Fables I find you have liv'd under a Monarchical Government and are mightily in love with it as are my two elder Brothers of Tunbridg and Bathe but your youngest Son my Right Worshipful self begs your Pardon if he don't jump with you and the rest of his Brethren in their notions of Government You can't tell Father what a lamentable spot of work you have made with the Fables you wrote the first time you liv'd the sower Pedagogues have made the blind Cheeks of many a Boy as raw as a piece of Beef because they could not understand 'em nay I have been persecuted my self upon the same account Besides Sir your Fables have been the foundation of abundance of Lies your Book serves instead of a Charter to the Mythologists of all Ages you stand in competition even with the Devil himself which shall be the reputed Father of Liars And one would think after you had slept so many years your Consulatation with your Pillow might have afforded you better Thoughts 'T is pity Father you and I should fall out after so long absence but you ought to allow us that live upon the surface of the Terrestrial Globe to see farther than you who have been so many Years embowel'd in the Caverns of the Earth Indeed Father I would advise you to return home again unless you had brought better Notions with you from t'other Country for those possest with your Notions here we esteem either Stupid or Mad. Now being in this place Father and breathing in a free Air I can talk of nothing but Freedom Liberty and Property I hope if it does offend the Assertors of Tyranny they 'l consider I am in a common Asylum and out of their reach AMSTERDAM AESOP AT AMSTERDAM FAB I. The Summons THE mighty Puss not long since rul'd the State Beneath a lonesom Furzbush purring sat Stroak'd her long Smellers and rejoic'd to see Her awful Picture in her Progeny Mean while her Kitlings dance before her face And toss like trembling Mice the Roots of Grass Not one amongst 'em but a Claw dos wear Fit a Monarchic Tyrant Rat to tear The Good old Cause inform'd the Mother's Breast Darts through their Eyes is by their mein exprest Such such the antient Race of Heroes were Who did their Rights before their Lives prefer She calls one to her of the eldest brood Dost know said she how drown'd in native Blood My Country lies how the wild Boars invade The Land and desart have my Country laid 'T is true I once did ease 'em of their Pain But they like Fools embrac'd again the Chain Wear those dull Fetters I so kindly broke And halt like Slaves beneath the servile Yoke Once more I 'll try if my Advice may prove Successful once exert my antient Love Summon the Slaves to meet at Whitehal Gate Beneath the Scaffold where I whilom sate And punish'd Tyranny the worst of Crimes A just Example unto future Times Young Puss the Message takes and bids fair Warning To all the Slaves t' appear on the next morning FAB II. The Interview THE Morning come the Slaves await And flock like Bees 'bout Whitehal Gate Some yoak'd like Country Hogs appear Others confounded Fetters wear And some most horrid Burdens bear Thus loaded thus enslav'd opprest Nature 't is strange don't call for rest Tho Legs are gall'd and Shoulders sore The bulky Slaves still crave for more And not an Ideot of the Town Has sense to lay his Burden down Strait Puss in Majesty appears Mounting the Scaffold pricks her Ears Shakes her Majestick Head aloud She thus bespoke the num'rous Crowd I have deserted long the nauseous Town Mourning my Country's Ruin and my own Expos'd to Tyranny whilst Beasts of prey Ravage my Fields and steal my Lambs away My Free-born Subjects now are forc'd to bear Loads which more fit for backs of Camels are You well deserve the Fetters you do wear You under heavy iron Shackles pine Whose Fathers did in glorious Armor shine Thro' fields of Blood to Freedom cut their way And taught the proudest Tyrants to obey By me supported potent Tyrants fell A Sacrifice to their just Cause and Hell No more no more their sacred Lineage stain No more their names in your curst Race profane Let not their Off-spring such Alliance have Shackles were ne're the Trophies of the Brave They could wide Conquests and just Honors boast But you dull Slaves have all your Freedom lost Where ' ere a Tyrant rais'd his impious Head Strait their bold Hands strook the damn'd Monster dead Had you a spark of antient Honor left You should not long be of my Aid bereft My Claws are hard and sharp as e're they were As fit a Tyrant and his Rats to tear The Villains that support a Tyrant Crown This angry Tail will horridly sweep down Shake off your Fetters once and you shall see I 'll once more save you from curst Slavery She said and away she gallop'd amain But in hopes they their Sense would recover again For a Doctor will never the Fatigue endure To heal such dull Blockheads that don't love the Cure FAB III. The Frogs Concern A Generous Race of croaking Frogs Which lay entrench't betwixt two Bogs Who as the morning Sun did shine Daily encreast their stock divine Just as the Solar Influence burn'd Prolifick spawn to Life was turn'd Until the young ones had at length An equal Vigor equal Strength So numerous at length they prove They supplicate to mighty Jove A King and Governor they crave As other Beasts and Insects have But Jove allow'd all Mortal Elves To chuse a Monarch for themselves The Croaking Elders now consult About a King and the Result Was that a neighb'ring Log should be Executor of Monarchy About the Log their Heads they raise In sounds uncouth they croak his Praise At length some crawl upon his Top And frisk about and croak and hop Says one Frog Here 's fine business done Was e're a King