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A55424
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Moral and political fables, ancient and modern done into measured prose intermixed with ryme by Dr. Walter Pope.
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Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
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1698
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Wing P2913; ESTC R8618
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native Soil There was I born and bred there will I die This said he went to his Quarters and there staid Till he was pressd to death by a Cart Wheel MORAL Ill Men defer Amendment till'ts too late FAB LXXIV The Mice and Cat. A Colony of Mice planted their selves In the same House and livd in much repute And with great prudence managd their Affairs To save their selves from the insults o' th' Cat They by consent retird to the House top And resolvd there to stay during their lives Which when the Cat perceivd she took this way To countermine them and obtain her ends She hung her self upon a Pin i' th' Wall With her Head downwards feigning to be dead A Mouse who saw her in this posture said That Trick won't do I 'll not believe thee dead Tho' I should see thy Skin pulld o'er thy head The MORAL Superabundant Caution does no harm FAB LXXV The Eagle and Fox LOng had the Eagle and the Fox been Friends And that their Amity might increase resolvd To live together the Eagle built her Nest Upon the highest Branches of an Oak And the Fox made his Burrow near its Root It hapned both had young at the same time And when the Fox was gone in quest of Prey The treacherous Eagle stole his Cubbs away And with her Flesh feasted her self and brood The Fox returnd perceiving his great loss Was struck with horrour of that heinous Act Much did he grieve for his dear Childrens death But more to see himself in such a state Having no helps no prospect of Revenge But 't was not long before the Scene was changd A Country Farmer sacrified a Kid I' th' open Fields thither the Eagle flies And from the Altar steals a piece of Flesh To which stuck fast a Coal o' th' sacred Fire This being brought to her dry woody Nest Set it immediately in a bright flame Then did the Eagle see her young ones drop Half roasted into th' mouth o' th joyful Fox The MORAL Heaven vindicates the wrong done to the Poor FAB LXXVI The Trees and Thorn THE Trees desird the Olive to accept The chief Command o' th' leafy Nation To whom he said can you believe that I Who live contented with my own Estate Whose Fruit is so much prizd by Gods and Men Will change my happy Life for anxious Cares Always attending upon Crowned Heads No lay this weight on some ambitious Fool. Being thus repulsd they to the Fig-Tree went And beggd him to supply the vacant Throne Can you said he suppose I 'll quit my Fruit Which is more sweet than the Hyblean Honey For Aloes and Gall the food of Kings Being twice repulsd they to the Vine repaird And humbly beggd him to accept the Crown He shewd his Branches loaded with ripe Grapes More bright in colour than the Tyrian Purple You see said he my Riches and my Store These pleasant Grapes which such a Liquor yield That recreates the heart of God and Man Can you desire me quit this happy Station And my self ruin to preserve your Nation If I do so I justly may be deemd The greatest Fool of Trees I 'll be no King Tird with denyals they at last chose the Thorn Who greedily lays hold o' th' profferd Crown And swelld with Pride thus to his Subjects spoke Now I am King I expect to be obeyd Against all those who dare oppose my Will I 'll send a raging Fire which shall not spare The tallest Cedars of Mount Libanus The MORAL To Command over others none desire But those who intend to gratifie their Lust. FAB LXXVII Momus JOve Neptune Pallas when the World was young Strove which of them should do 't the greatest good And by consent chose Momus to be Judge Iove in his own Similitude made a Man The God o' th' Sea a Bull Pallas a House This done they sent for Momus to pronounce Which of their Gifts in his Esteem was best But he found fault with all First with the Man Because there were no Windows in his Breast Thro' which his inclinations might be seen He said the Bulls Horns were not fitly placd They would have been more useful on his Breast He blamd the House because 't was not on Wheels And could not from ill Neighbours be removd The MORAL Nothing against Detraction is secure Who dare be Vertuous must this Plague endure FAB LXXVIII The Two Dogs A Certain Dog never peepd out of Doors When the least drop of Rain fell from the Clouds Of whom a neighbouring Dog his Friend inquird The cause of this strange Humour he replyd By scalding Water once I had like t o've dyd And ever since have been afraid of Cold. The MORAL He whom a Snake has bit runs from an Eel FAB LXXIX The woman and Oculist A Woman much afflicted with sore Eyes Sent to a skilful Oculist for Cure He came and undertook it for a Sum Which she engagd to pay when she was well He often came and often dressd her Eyes And whilst forcd by the smart she kept them shut He every day stole something out o' th' House Till there was nothing left At last it chancd His Remedies had their desird Effect Then the Oculist demands his recompence But she refusd to pay 't My Sight is worse She said then when you first enterd my door Then every part o' th' House appeard to me Well stord with Goods but now I nothing see The MORAL Benefits are effaced by Injuries FAB LXXX The Boar and Fox A Fox observd a Boar whetting his Tusks And askd him why he so employd his time Having no prospect of an Enemy The Boar replyd not without cause for when I am assaulted 't will be too late then The MORAL The fittest season to provide for War Is then when we enjoy a profound Peace FAB LXXXI The Thief and his Mother A Thief to th' Place of Execution brought To suffer Death the just reward of 's Crimes As he upon the Ladder stood espyd His sorrowful Mother pressing thro the throng To take the last leave of her dying Son The Officers permitted them to embrace But he instead of a departing Kiss Bit off her Nose and spit it in her Face The Crowd detesting this unnatural Act Cryd out no torment can be great enuf No sort of Death for such a Parricide Hear me said he condemn me not unheard This Woman whom I have treated in this sort Is the only cause of my untimely death When I was Young not knowing Good from Ill And from my Play-fellows some Trifles stole I brought her them which she receivd with joy T was her Encouragement made me proceed In that lewd way and commit greater Thefts For which I undergo this shameful death From whence I might have easily been preservd Had she chastizd me for the first Offence The MORAL A cruel Mother is better than a mild Sparing the Rod is spoyling of the Child Another MORAL Quo semel est imbuta recens