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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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had Mother methinks I see him still Only two Feet his Mouth was made of Horn And a raw piece of Flesh grew on his Head His Body short with various Colours deckt An upright Gate bright Eyes a bushy Tail And on his scaly Legs he wore long Spurs The Mother by her Sons description knew What he had seen and thus to him replyd Ah foolish Child thou knowst not good from ill And art not to be trusted by thy self That Creature which thou thoughtst so amiable So Courteous so Assable so Kind Whom to discourse thou hadst so great a mind Is the worst Beast that lives under the Sun Cruel persidious fraudulent unjust And a sworn Enemy to all thy Kind He killd and eat thy Father and thy Brothers He many Widows makes and Childless Mothers He had killd thee too if thou hadst gone near Him always dread approach not near his Tents If thou desirest to avoid untimely death If for thy Mother thou hast any love For my Life dearest Child 's bound up in thine The other who so proud to thee appeard So fierce so cruel so much to be feard Is a young frolick wanton Fool like thee He delights not in Blood and Cruelty Water he drinks Corn is his only Food There 's nothing in him of the treacherous Cat He has a valiant Heart and chearful Song And scorns to do or suffer any wrong The Assault he made on thee was a meer Trick Of Youth a feignd Attack a false Alarm Designd to please himself not thee to harm The MORAL A chearful Countenance shews an honest Heart From those who wear that Badge suspect no ill But when thou dealst with Men of cloudy Brows Pretending to more Conscience than others Look to thy Hits for they will Cheat their Brothers FAB C The Boaster ONE who had travelled far at his return Told many famous Acts he had done abroad And this amongst the rest that being at Rhodes He out leapd all the Inhabitants of that Isle Which he could by authentic witness prove To whom one of the Standers-by replyd What need is there to muster Witnesses If it be true convince us by your Deeds Let 's see you do 't Here 's Rhodes and here 's a Leap The MORAL Words may be spar'd when Deeds can be produc'd FAB CI. The Two Citizens and Ungrateful Son A Citizen setled his whole Estate In Marriage upon his only Son And for a season friendly with him livd At length his Sons Wife proves with-Child and thus Spoke to her Husband I am Breeding my Dear And can't endure to see your Father spaul And smoke stinking Tobacco in my Hall As you love me and this your Child unborn Laying her Hand upon her pregnant Womb Let it be so no more Away he goes And tells his Father this Complaint of 's Wife And prays him for the future to look out Some other place wherein to Spit and Smoke This to the Old Man was a Thunder-clap But he was forc'd to yield to those hard Terms For they must needs go whom the Devil drives Next day when he had din'd he took his Staff Walkt out to give a Visit to a Friend A wealthy Citizen who had left off Trade And on 's Estate i' th' Country livd retird Leading a chearful hospitable life He comes and with great kindness is receivd After a Glass or two the Courteous Host Said Sir in your dejected Countenance The troubles of your Mind plainly appear What Evil has befaln you tell your Friend He told this Story and tho' 't is very bad I fear said he the worst is still behind For when my Daughter 's pleasd to give the word Her Husband 's so obedient and so fond I shall be turnd out and constraind to beg I thought his Friend replyd that you had known The World too well to strip your self of all And trust to the good Nature of a Son But what is past cannot be now undone I think I have a Project in my head Will settle you for your life and you restore To greater Freedom than you had before If you do this the injurd Man replied You 'll be to me a Father and a God Know then replyd his Friend I too was once A wealthy Citizen I too had a Son To whom I gave a plentiful Estate To set him forth i' th' World but not my All Something I kept against a rainy day Besides a Rent Charge upon which I live I have two thousand Guineas in a Chest With these I 'll trust you these at several times You and I to your Lodgings will convey What they contrivd they soon put in effect Then by advice th' Old Man a Sickness feignd Doctors and 'Pothecaries came in shoals With Clyster-pipes and Gally-pots and Glasses To whom when 's Son profferd to pay their dues Hold Child said he I have some Money left Here take this Key it opens such a Trunk Bring thence what is sufficient with joy He goes unlocks the Trunk and finds the Gold But without breaking Bulk returns the Key And was so generous to defray the Charge Of 's Father's Sickness out of his own Purse The Old Man recovers quits his Bed comes down Dines and then proffers to go out and Smoke Under a Shed i' th' Yard as he was wont Which when his Daughter saw Sir what d' you mean Stay in this Room she said Spit where you please Use the House freely take it for your own You have been lately Sick you 're weak and old I would not for the World you should take Cold. And ever after to the day of 's Death He was by 's Daughter Honourd and Caressd The two old Friends their Visits interchangd Till all the Gold returnd from whence it came And brought at several times so many Stones As filld the empty Trunk up to the top Loaded with Years at length the Father dies The Son performs the Funeral Obsequies Then taking by the hand his joyful Wife He leads her to adore the Golden Fleece But finding nothing there but Stones and Brick He stood amazd and said with a deep groan My Ungratitude has turnd this Gold to Stone The MORAL Put not thy Cloaths off till thou goest to Bed Part not with all thy Estate till thou art Dead Another out of I. C. Niemant en ontkleet him â—eern eer hy slapen gaet That is Let none Undress before they go to Sleep Another out of the same Wiljie mijn Erf wacht tot Ick sterf That is Wouldst have my Gold stay till I 'm Cold. Or thus If thou' rt desirous Friend my Land to have Wait patiently until I am i' th' Grave Another out of the Italian Quanto piu l' uccello e veâ—chio tant piu mal voluntieri Lalcia la piuma To this purpose I. C. Wat mach men van een ouden Mensch vegeeren Hoe ouder Doghel hoe nooder uâ—t de Deeren That is Why should an Old Man give away 's Estate The oldest Birds of Feathers have
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