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A75932	The fables of Æsop paraphras'd in verse, and adorn'd with sculpture, by John Ogilby.; Aesop's fables. English	Ogilby, John, 1600-1676.; Aesop.	1651 (1651)	Wing A689; Thomason E792_1; ESTC R207328	78,245	371

warlike sound Of spirit-stirring Hornets Gnats and Bees Such Trumpeters would blood turnd Ice unfreeze Told the approach of two no petty Kings While the long Vale with big-voyc'd Croakers rings First King Frogpadock with the freckled face Enters the List for they by Lot took place Riding a Crafish arm'd from head to heel In shell dame Natures gift insteed of steel Although the many-footed could not run With the great Crab which yearly feasts the Sun Nor with the golden Scorpion could set forth And measure daily the tun-belli'd Earth Yet such his speed he nere was overtook By any shell-backd monster of the brook The armes he wore once wear a water snakes Which in the battell when the springs and lakes Decided were a Conqueror he brought From the deep floods with gold and purple wrought Ore these a water-Rats black fur he cast Dreadfull with teeth and claws Thus as he past The Vulgar showt to see their six inch'd King Like great Alcides in his Lyons skin A whole house arm'd his head had been a snails Though Estridge Plumes it wants and Peacocks tails Yet every colour the great Raine-bow dies Shone on his crest the wings of butter-flies Sent him of old a present from Queen Mab. His Targe the shell of a deserted Crab Where in the Phrogian tongue this verse was writ The Manlike swimming King unvanquish'd yet Six sprightly Toadpoles his rush Javelins bore His sword a sharp-long-two-edg'd-Flag he wore Girt to his thigh a wandring snaile the hilt With a bright varnish in Meanders gilt Appointed thus about the lists he rid While all admire the Champions arms and steed Soon as the pleas'd spectators setled were Glad acclamations melting into aire Voices were heard through ecchoing valleys ring Th' approach foretelling of the Micean King A subdu'd mouse-trap his Sedan in peace His Chariot now from mans high pallaces Moustapha brought Nere through the scorching plaine Did sweating Kings draw such a Tamberlaine Six Princes captive ferrets through deep tracts Fearing the lash oft fir'd his thundring axe And though a heavie mortall was their load King Oberon they ore hill and dale out-rode Enter'd the list he lights then mounted on A dapled Weesell the bold Micedon Appear'd may we great things compare with small Like the worlds Conqueror though not so tall His armes were not of steele nor gold nor brasse Nor sweating Cyclops turn'd the yeelding masse With griping tongues nor Bull-skin bellows rore To purge Electrum from the froathie ore But the black coat of a Westphalia swine Long hung in smoke which now like jet did shine Fame says and she tels truth as oft as lyes The seasond Gammon Miceans did surprize Spoyld the red flesh before 't was once serv'd up After full boards to rellish a fresh cup This their Kings right his Captains did present To him for safety and an ornament Such was black Moustapha's habergeon The antient Hero's had but steel upon The heads of cruell spears but this did weeld A lance whose body was all over steeld It was a knitting needle strong and bright His helm a thimble daz'd th' enemies sight Ore which a thick fald plume wagd with each gale Of Tiffanie gnawn from a Ladies vaile In it a Sprig which made his own afeard The stiff Mustachios of a dead Catts beard His solid Shield which he so much did trust Was Bisket though some write t was Manchet crust Historians oft as Poets do mistake But I affirme 't was Bisket for the Cake They all agree by Navigation Foure times was season'd in the Torrid Zone The Story thus is told the Rattish Prince A great Diviner had Intelligence From occult causes that the dangerous Seas Must be forsook and floating Palaces His ship next voyage would by Stormes be lost Therefore his black bands swom to the next coast On Bisket safe But Tybert by the way The Prince of Catts made him and it a prey Slew on the shore and feasted on his head He with blood sated leaves neglected bread Of which black Moustapha after made his Targe Like Ajax sevenfold shield but not so large His Motto was his Title and his name Transpos'd into no costive Anagram Which from the Micean tongue we thus translate The Parmazan affecter strong and great Both Champions searcht found free from fraud or Charmes They take their stands and peise their mighty Armes At once loud Hornets sound at once they start At once couch'd Speares with equall Force and Art Clos'd bevers met struck fire at once they both Did backward kisse their mother Earth though loth But first his nimble foot the Micean found When King Frogpadock as loath'd Irish ground His limbs had touch'd lay on his back upright Yet soon recovering never Frogian Knight Made such a Charge for with strange fury led At the first blow he leapes quite ore his head Bearing his pondrous Arms his Sword and Targe Nor was black Moustapha wanting in the Charge To shew his wondrous courage strength and skill For by the advantage of a rising Hill A Mole had wrought he strikes and though the stroke Would not have feld an Oxe or cleft an Oake Yet such it was that had it took in blood His Soul had wandred through the Stygian flood But missing the soft air receives the wound And ore and ore he tumbles to the ground Nor at th' advantage was Frogpadock slack But at one jump bestrides the Miceans back Then grasping him twixt his cold knees he said Robber of man who now shall give thee ayd Foul Toad so Oberon please I feare not thee Stout Moustapha replyed then actively He backward caught the short arm'd King by th'rists And bore him on his shoulders round the Lists Lowd croaks scale Heaven then mauger all his strength Regaines his Sword and threw him thrice his length On equall tearms agen they battle joynd Heroick Soules in narrow breasts confind For these in Trojan wars once Champions fierce With gallant Acts adorn'd great Homers verse After became Testie Philosophers And fought in hot disputes and learned jarrs Then Lyons Beares Cocks Bulls and brisly Hogs Last transmigrated Schismaticks or Dogs Where ere they meet the war is still renewd With lasting hatred and immortall feud The King whose Grandsire when it thunderd loud Mongst fire and haile dropt from a broken Cloud And with an Hoast of Toadpoles from the sky In those vast Fennes a Frogian Colony At first did plant though icy was his skin With Rage and Shame an Aetna felt within Rais'd his broad Flag to make a mighty blow Thinking at once in two to cleave the Foe Who nimbly traversing with skill his ground On the Ceralian Shield receiv'd the wound Yet from the orbed bisket fell a slice Which neer the List was eaten in a trice Here the Crum-picking King puts in a stuck With a bright needle his stiff Spanish Tuck Which pierc'd Frogpadocks skin through's Dragons mail Rage doubles then the Flag becomes a Flail And on his Thimble Cask struck

Feasted with Poultrie Mutton Veale and Lamb I did attempt the way I came To have leap'd back but fell short of my aime When in a fierce Man comes no sooner spide But with loud voice the Thief is found he cry'd Then shuts the dore and casts at me a stone Which bruis'd my Shoulder bone And made me Fiz 't was with such Fury thrown The fight was long and doubtfull in short space I could expect no other but Uncase My Liver given in Wine to them that could By Night no Water hold And Hectick Lords to drink my Tail in Gold At last he threw at me a mighty Stone Which fell beneath the place where I came down He stoops to take it up on 's back I step'd Thence through the Window leap'd And spight of him my Skin and Breakfast kep'd Then said the Cat I have no trick but one If that Grimmalkin fail then she 's undone While thus she spake a pack of Dogs they see Pusse nimbly takes a tree The Foxes heels must his deliverers be Safe on a Bough the Cat in th' open plain Mauger all Arts saw boasting Reynard slain When thus she spoke Friend for thy Death I 'm sad Much knowledge makes some Mad One good Art better is then thousand bad MORALL Some think much Learning and to many Arts Debillitate the strength of naturall parts Oft one ingenious Mistery fils the bags When Men of many Trades scarce purchase rags 58 THE EIGHT AND FIFTIETH FABLE Of the Fox and the Goat NOw Syrius and the Sun seem'd to conspire To set the great worlds Artick side on fire Countrys forbidden by eternall Laws To feel excessive heat Lay in a burning sweat Opening ten thousand parched Jaws Water to get To silence put were all those purling streams Whose murmur gives to Shepheards pleasant dreams And some did think Another Phaeton the Sea would drink Scarse would Dewcalions flood restore the Grasse Earth was turn'd Iron Heaven had so long been Brasse In this Combustion and excessive heat The Fox and Goat extreamly thirsty met Where but deep dig'd by chance they found a Well Then spake the Learned Fox Drie are all Pipes and Cocks For drink I le venture down to Hell Through Adamantine Rocks To Pluto's Cellers break to get one drop And from loud Cerberus waking snatch his Sop. Let it be so Come Father let us try these shades below This said they down to the deep Fountain glide Where they beheld the Heaven scarce three yards wide There they drank deep and now their hands being in Profoundly quaffe to th' Lyon and his Queen Many goe downs on Reputation drank To th' Bull the Bear and Boare To all could fight and rore To Animals then of the civill ranck Suffic'd gave ore For sensuall Beasts could alwaies better tell Than could the Rationall when they are well But here the Goat Stroking his Beard the hard return did note And sighing said to Hels an easie way But how shall we again revisit day That is a work a task beyond my skill Then said the Fox have a good courage still The means is found to Scale Etheriall Skies Against these steep Wals set Your two fore-feet Stand Man-like on your hinder Thighs Let your Chin meet Your Hairy Bosome that your horns may rise Upright as if prepar'd to But the Skies Then from your back to those two Spires I le leap Whence out is but a step Then on the brinck I le in fit posture stand Grave Sir to bring you off with my strong hand Th' advise is took who would good Counsell doubt And at three skips the nimble Fox got out Then at the Margents like a wanton Hind Sports proud of his successe Nor more his promises Nor his forsaken friend did mind Who in distresse False Reynard did with breach of Faith upbraid Th' insulting Fox to him deriding said Goate in thy Head had so much Wisdom been As Hair upon thy Chin But long Beards wittless are thou wouldst have known How to get up before thou hadst come down MORALL For Action Youth Age best with Counsell fits But readiest are in danger younger wits A Forrest-Beard grave looks and Silver locks 'Mong shaven Chins shew now like Tradesmens blocks 59 THE NINE AND FIFTIETH FABLE Of the old Weesell and the Mice I That so long maintain'd this ample house From bold excursions of the plundring Mouse And in huge Weinscot Woods have in their holes Where never Cat could venture freed their souls Now growing old my strength and courage fail Just when I have them by the tail Like a swift Ship arrested under Sail By Rocks or Remora's I stay While they the Pillage to strong holds convey And when I stand and Cough And sharp-breath'd Tysicks shake my panting sides The Miceans laugh And Old-Rat m'imbecillitie derides In this my house Souldiers and Scholars dine Inspir'd with truth from most oraculous Wine I heard them say That Strength and Courage are Inferior much to Policy in War There gowtie Generals in Chairs will sit And by a Stratagem of wit Make stubborn Kings with all their powers submit If it be so I le Cunning use at length Since with my Youth Courage is gone and Strength In this huge pile of Wheat I le shelter and the Cats invasion shun Let Miceans eat To my retreat And din'd then let them from the Weesell run Th' Old Vermin said and dives into the Hold Thrice his own length as soon the news was told The Foe was dead then black bands issue out And like a deluge through the house are born They plunder all the Corn And highly feast from Evening to the Morn When with the dawn Ceralian Mountains shook And a dire spectrum with a gastly look Rose from th' infernall shade Which to the Plunderers did no favour shew Great slaughter made The Weesell said Who Questions Fraud or Valour in a Foe MORALL Oft unknown Stratagems shorten a long War 'T is not how Valiant but how Wise they are That Armies lead but Mony is a spell That Conquers all and takes in Heaven and Hell 60 THE SIXTIETH FABLE Of the Spider and the Swallow OH I shall burst With my own Poyson stirr'd Oh that accurst And most despightfull Bird The Swallow daily on spread Wings resounding Nere leaves surrounding These vast and empty Halls And bold at once on winged legions falls Of Flys that sport About our Court And gives whole thousands cruell Funerals While I in vain Have built my lofty Rooms From Wind and Rain Secure and cruell Brooms There I spread Nets to catch the bonelesse people High as a Steeple With slender hands and thyghs Spining my bowels poor Arachne lyes Watching all day To seize a prey And catch not one this Bird takes all the Flyes What shall I doe Now to revenged be I le make a clue And threds twist three times three I know the Chimney top where builds the Swallow Thither I le follow The Spider said Then ore her Nest most skilfull in