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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01490	Æsopicks: or, A second collection of fables, paraphras'd in verse, adorn'd with sculpture, and illustrated with annotations. / By John Ogilby, esq; his Majesty's cosmographer, geographick printer, and master of revels in the kingdom of Ireland.; Aesop's fables	Aesop.; Ogilby, John, 1600-1676.	1675 (1675)	Wing A702AA; ESTC R172114	103,882	449

Nation by his Parts and VVit But since he after such Preferment gapes To be a Monarch though a Jack-an-Apes Your Brother and his Uncle never shall From Paris-Garden be releas'd at all But when his Master please shew Tricks and Dance To meanest Subjects of the King of France MORAL Clandestine Plots more dangerous are by far Than all Hostilities of open War Let your Petitions modest be and fit And ten to one if any thing you get 41 42 FAB XLI Of the Carpenter and Mercury THis Artist who no small Task undertook No petty Tenements nor paltry Nook Nor for some Trees contracted but whole VVoods To build a stately Temple for the Gods A huge Pantheon where they all must stand That e're were worshipp'd yet in any Land And empty Nieches left for many more New Lights might move hereafter to implore Each where the Groves resound with boystrous strokes And falls of groaning Pines and dying Okes His VVork he plies so that in Ranks and Files Thick stands a Forest in congested Piles This Alteration setled Eagles felt VVho had in Cedar Courts three Ages dwelt Supposing the Estate for ever theirs At least long Leases for themselves and Heirs ' Mongst these he on a special Tree did look Perinsuled with an incircling Brook ' Mongst spreading Boughs that dangled o're the stream He fancied one would make a fitting Beam VVhich striding while he Sprigs and Foliage tops Busie to clear the VVork his Hatchet drops ' Mongst troubled VVaters hard to be regain'd Deep with a Shower dark with fermented Sand Then the Coelestials all he did implore His Ax employ'd for them they would restore VVhen Hermes whom this Artist late had Carv'd And much for such a Master-piece deserv'd VVhich in his Shop shew'd like an unlick'd Bear But an eighth VVonder mounted in the Air VVith his Caduceus standing on one Leg Appearing said In a good Hour you beg You building are the Gods a stately Fane VVho work for them they hear when they complain VVho thus reply'd My Ax whilst here I lopt Boughs for their Service in the River dropt Lately new edg'd and fitted to my Hands VVhich whilst I want a Turret tottering stands This said the God descends and in a Thought Him from deep Streams a Golden Hatchet brought Asking if that were his which when he spy'd That 's none of mine I dropt none such he cry'd I ne're had any Ax shin'd half so bright For service mine more than for shew and sight Thence Hermes diving brings another Bait Both Helve and Hatchet all of massie Plate That neither cries the Artist that 's not mine Finding no Fraud to answer his Design Hermes well-pleas'd presents him with his own Dipt thrice in Styx Stick-free ' gainst Steel and Stone More worth than thrice its weight in solid Gold VVhose Edge should never blunt never grow old Whilst he gives thanks commixt with Vows Pray'rs The disappearing God to Heaven repairs MORAL Artists whose Square a Leather Apron girds Articles bind not Promises nor Words Their worthy Company small Musters makes That for their own would leave a Golden Ax. FAB XLII 2. Of the same Carpenter and Mercury WHilst pratling Fame this to his Servants told Their Master had refus'd an Ax of Gold Amongst these one who ' midst their emptying Pots Drew on wet Tables Ichnographick Plots Models and Forms this heard his Fancy racks How to be Master of a Golden Ax Hot on his new-laid Project thence he slips And on the same Tree mounted hews and chips Then as design'd straining a Branch to lop Down lets his Hatchet in the Water drop And to the Gods conceives these feigned Prayers You Powers that pittying look on Mens Affairs And the most abject help when they implore My Hatchet ah my Hatchet me restore Which wanting I shall ne're perform my Work Though but to build a Caledonian Kirk Hermes the Hypocrite's Petition heard And above Waves with a bright Ax appeared And thus who durst trepan the Gods trepann'd If this be yours this Hatchet ease my Hand Which I 'm not able longer up to hold Although a Deity all of massie Gold Stoop stoop Friend quickly and receive your own Which said the Wretch streight bending tumbled down And at Shades grasping fell into the Stream Where soon he waken'd from his Golden Dream Thence scrabling out safe on the River side He at his Girdle his own Hatchet spy'd And at the Transformation wondring stood The Helve turn'd Marble and the Steel grown Wood When thus he said A very fine Exploit To get a Golden Ax not worth a Doit. MORAL Artists that Toil hard Livings wring from Sweat Strangely affect what 's purchas'd by a Cheat Who Courts or Churches Build or else Repair Of such John Joyners let them take some care FAB XLIII Of the Dog and Wolf THis Dog with care attends his Masters Flocks Protecting from the Wolf and subtle Fox Long winter nights would walk his Rounds watch'd For Trust and Assiduity unmatch'd Yet for perpetual Vigils constant Guards Blows and long Lents were onely his Rewards Who for such Pains Encouragement deserv'd Neglected went clemm'd up and almost sterv'd To whom thus Isgrim at a Parley spake You that such Pains for Blows and Hunger take Adventuring Life so oft and nothing spare But Bare-bones to be call'd for all your Care I wonder at and pitty though a Foe Others that serve your Master are not so His Auditors and those that bear the Bag Their Sides are larded their stuff'd Bellys sag Who set his Lands and Tenements demise Their Cheeks and Noses Bow-dy'd Searlet dyes Who thus reply'd I 'm but his Shepherd's Dog Spaniels and Foysting-hounds that lie and cog Filling his Ears with Tales and idle Prate Pick up their Crums when out soon me they rate 43 He values more a Fool or sawcie Knave Than one whose Wisdom might a City save Our Lord great Places holds hath store of Lands Of which no more than I he understands He knows not what his Rents are what his Books Nor Business onely after Pleasure looks Let them with Forty Pieces stuff his Fob To lose at Gaming or rig forth some Drab His work there ends that done concludes all Cares Both of the Publick and his own Affairs Let Ships and Cities be consum'd in Flame All 's one to him his Principles the same Then Isgrim said Once take a Foes advice Would you new sheath'd and fat be in a trice Fancy me yonder Lamb I 'll ask no more Ne're to your Belly after run ascore And this the means I 'll seize your Cur-ships Gift Follow you me I know you fierce and swift When you are neer just catching at my Throat Feigning fall down and let me take my Lot This will your Master and the rest observe And for their own ends you no more shall sterve The Common Foe and a false Servant joyn'd Put straight in Act what well they had design'd Whilst all beheld how Isgrim seiz'd the Lamb And

my Acquittance and your Audit's clear The Swain observ'd how sharp-set Isgrim look'd Ready to eat him and his Ox uncook'd Absent his Dog in danger of his Life Streight Arms he disconceals and draws his Knife Putting himself in posture of Defence Then said Come on your Martial Suit commence With this I 'll trounce your Tripes your Gullet rip Inspect thy Bowels and thy Body strip Thy Head cut off I 'll carry to the Kirk The Parish pays me for so good a Work The Wolf startled at Kirk and much dismay'd At his bright Arms and bold Defiance said Short as you are as Confident I am Thee to subdue as if a Kid or Lamb Trusting my Strength my Courage and my Cause But my Humanity puts in a Clause My Mother was a Caledonian Dame Lay-Elder-like War-Wolf my Grandsire came And ' midst Devotion mingled Venus Work As she at Prayers lay groveling in the Kirk ' Midst Groans and feign'd Contrition her embrac'd And pregnant swell'd her then no little Waste Some few Months after she had play'd the Rig With Wolvish Seed and Calvinism big With that fermenting Covenant enrag'd Against th' Episcopacy she engag'd Threw the first Stone and after that her Chair Lawn-sleeves upbraiding and New Common-Prayer The Signal given with a hideous Yell The Commers that sold Cabages and Kell Thunder at once Stools Cushions Stones and Mire Distain'd the Maggie's Pontifick Attire My Grannie so begun those fatal Broils Inflam'd three Kingdoms and two spacious Isles Therefore since you and I may be ally'd By Arbitration let the Case be try'd Wars doubtful are and long expensive Laws Let him who first we meet decide the Cause And to his Judgment promise both to stand On this th' Agreed and Seal'd a Counter-bond MORAL Who ventures on a Foe and then falls back Makes like a Pistol without Ball a Crack When to take up the Business Friends he moves Braggart himself both Fool and Coward proves FAB XXXV 2. Of the Rustick and the Wolf NOr long with Talk did they the Time beguile When busie Reynard whips me o're the Stile Whose Sire th' old Fox bred with much Care and Cost Up to the Law nor his Endeavors lost Lucrative Studies early he and late To Master strove whence Wealth grows spite of Fate If they to Pleading come will Sweat and Trudge When both thus said Behold an able Judge So after Conges to their Work they fell And each their Tale to best advantage tell Then said the Fox To this you 'l both abide I I at once the Swain and Wolf reply'd Then first apart he with the Rustick goes And thus affrights Your Case Sir fouly shows You have confest primo Leonis th' Act Casts you ' gainst those with Evil Spirits Contract You to the Devil made a Deed of Gift If such Work once we Lawyers come to sift You are undone your Life in danger too Witches have burnt for doing less than you Victims to promise execrations Charms The Bullock falls to him that first informs Not Friends at Court would fetch you off nor Gold Should any lay on this Advantage hold The nettled Swain with many ill-made Legs Of his Furr'd Foxship kind Assistance begs Whatever Goods and Lands though ne're so Rich Let him dispose e're suffer for a Witch Who thus reply'd To make your Business mine Your Purse must stretch whatever I design A Counsellor or two we first must make Each may a dozen of your Capons take These in the Breach must stand make good the Gap And may perhaps your Cause e're Hearing stop The Bullock send unto the Lion's Guard So get your Pardon and be never Heard Me a fat Goose some Chickens for my Wife And we I warrant soon shall hush all strife This to perform himself the Rustick ty'd When cunning Reynard thus young Isgrim ply'd So please your Wolfship you were much to blame To lay your Title in the Devil's Name For the foul Fiend Ah Heavens Appearance make Your wary Sire did never so mistake Though he did often Satan well advise And could out-lie the Father of all Lies Whene're to canvasing your Besiness comes One Load of Fagots will prove both your Dooms Your own Confessions Ah! not me employ The Plaintiff and Defendant will destroy But more than this your loud Contest I find And wrangling in such Passion taking Wind A Bird hath carried and no false Report To the King's Ear and to his hungry Court There Tables down they empty lye and watch Like greedy Fish whatever Prey to catch I saw them bussle cringe and making Legs This urges Service that his Promise begs Be sudden Sir else soon you 'l say I fear You had a fair Estate and once you Were With Sheep and fatted Lambs Peace-offerings make What 's all your Worth when Life lies at the Stake A Drolling Favorite and less serious Peer Shall brib'd although accus'd of Treason clear My Uncle now in old Lord Isgrim's Place Shall with a Present gain the Lion's Grace Send all to me and I 'll your Gifts dispose Confirm your Friends and molifie your Foes The Wolf thus nettled said All this I 'll do Whate're 't will cost me I 'll my Pardon sue Thus subtle Reynard ended their Debates Sharing no little Part of their Estates MORAL Business to Lawyers Arbitration put Whoever Shuffles they the first will Cut Go on each side a Snip nor care two Pins So they fill up their Mouths which Party Wins FAB XXXVI Of the Eagle and the Chough THe Royal Eagle down like Lightning came And truss'd in griping Sears a tender Lamb Then to a Cedars Crown that kiss'd the Skies To his expecting Aery bears the Prize This slight a Chough with admiration saw Who long had been a Student in the Law Then said Why toil we thus at Inns of Courts Sweating at Breviates Cases and Reports Drain Ployden Dyar Littleton and Cokes About a Jack-a Styles and John-a-Nokes Attend seven Years e're call'd unto the Bar When Sutes no Fortunes raise like Chance of War We a long Life may spend and sweating trudge To be a Tell-clock or a gowty Judge Make Term by Term the Hall with Pleadings ring When one Field one short Battel Crowns a King We spin out Causes Clients to beguile One Lucky Hit concludes the Soldiers Toil. We onely Fleecers be this Eagle came And made one Business both of Fleece and Lamb. Litigious Fools Estates we oft impair Get for our selves perhaps the better share But if in Military Power they fall Their Lands are swallowd Moveables and all Law and the Gown farewell I 'll now turn Blade Design he puts in Action soon as said And with a lofty Flight cuts ambient Skies Thence stooping a fat Weather makes his Prize Then with his Load thinking to cleave the Clouds He found himself entrapp'd in Woollen Shrowds His Claws and Shanks entangled stuck so deep That he lay Pris'ner to his Captive Sheep As casie he might raise this pondrous Work As bear to Heaven