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A26536
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Æsop in select fables ... with A dialogue between Bow-steeple dragon and the Exchange grashoper.
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Aesop.
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1698
(1698)
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Wing A743; ESTC R17939
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of which the Churches Canons roar Reach'd with Complaints the Belgick Shoar The Norther Lion o're the Seas did pass And scar'd away the Church's Ass The Church by whose advice he ruin'd was They 'll make and govern Kings but none obey But where their Interest leads the way Interest for which they 'd pawn their very God Their Church their Principles 't is very odd A King shou'd trust men will be brib'd with Gold And not be heedful when another's sold AESOP AT EPSOM To his Excellency Charles Montague Esq one of the Lord's Justices for the Administration of publick Affaires during the King's Absence first Lord Commissioner of the Treasury Chancellor of the Exchequer and one of His Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council SIR THo' a Present of Fables to Your Excellency the immitable Author of the Country-Mouse and City-Mouse may at this time seem improper Yet a Present of Loyalty to the same Government which You have been so studious and successful in the Preservation of cannot but carry its Acceptance with it That Liberty which Your Excellency gave the World so sweet a taste of in Your most incomparable Fable and which afterwards You was so instrumental in continuing to us is in part the Subject of these And as Aesop at Tunbridge by feign'd and surreptitious Fables seems to bewail the change of the late Government so Aesop at Epsom with real and genuine resoyceth at the Establishment of this Sir Your Execellency's great Example has such a prevailing influence as to make the meanest Subject solicitous for the Publick Good and to see that Revolution become the subject of Satyr which has giv'n such opportunities for Henegyrick and whose Royal Author has had such immortal Commendations from Your Excellency's the best of Pens could not but add very much to my Resentments in the following Papers But Sir to give no further interruption to a Gentleman whose very Leisure is employ'd for the publick Safety I shall not encroach upon Your time any further than to beg Your Acceptance of this poor Entertainment which shall make me add to my Endeavours of appoving my self in a more substantial way Sir Your Excellency's most Obedient Servant AESOP AT EPSOM FAB I. Of the Fox and the Stork A Subtil Fox well practis'd in design Invites a Stork that He with him will dine A match says Stork Sir Reynard it 's agreed And home he goes and much resolv'd to feed Nothing will serve but that He 's sure the Beast Will soon repent He 'd brought him for a Guest His Stomach was so empty and so great Zounds He himself should finish all the treat Fox smiles and in his Cubs the Dinner bring Soop and Pottage a Banquet for a King Fall on my guest said Fox and down he pour's The liquid Feast which He himself devours Dear Stork He crys ' Slife Child why dost not Peck The Stork he stretches and extends his neck But nothing can get up within his Bill Whilst Reynard licks it up and Eats his fill At length perceiving how he had been serv'd He homeward Stalks or he must else have Strav'd But Mindfull of the Fox his empty Treat Sends to Invite Him to a dish of Meat The Fox not thinking Storks had had the sense To mind affronts or take the least offence Took him at 's word and said Sir Stork content I 'll see what House you keep and Home wi'him went The Table Spread and every thing compleat That might put Fox in mind He was to eat Two Servant Storks upon the Table plac'd A Narrow long-neck'd Glass which held the Feast Lampreys and Eels within it might be seen The Glass was so transparant and so clean When Stork Sans ceremony Sir begin You see your Entertainment here within I 'll shew the way and in his Beak he thrust Whil'st Reynard try'd in vain add trying curs'd Lord said the Stork are you a Beast of thought And yet no Broth or Soop or Pottage brought I 'd e'en fetch some and fill the Vessel up You then although You could not eat might sup MORAL The Application soon is made By any that 's a Reader One in his turn the Fool has play'd And whose turn 's now consider The Tunbridge Aesop first has given The Town a Dish of Meat And faith to make the Tallies ever Epsom should also treat FAB II. Of the Lamb and the Wolf A Wolf as he look'd our for prey And went in search of food Perceiv'd a Lamb and Goat in 's way Come jogging on the Road. Mutton he lov'd but did not dare Fasten on that he spy'd Whilst Hircus with his Horns was there And thus to part them try'd Home from this Beast for shame Sir Lamb. It grieves my very Soul To see you leave a Noble Dam And walk with Goat so foul A Goat fy on 't the very worst Of all the Brutal Race A stinking Animal and curs'd The Woods and Fields disgrace Hark you said Lamb I plainly know Whom you your Tricks would put on And what you mean by gaping so Poor Wolf he wants some Mutton I'thank you for th' Advice you lend And wonder not you shou'd Like me much better than my Friend Since I am much better Food MORAL So when the Wars broke out at first And France prepar'd for fighting Lord how her Mighty Monarch curs'd The Dutch and us uniting Per Dieu said he the British Race Of Heroes once the Chief Joyn with a Land so cursed Base And ask of them relief But had his Aim succcessful been And us from them remov'd We then the sad Effects had seen And Fables moral prov'd FAB III. Of the Sun and the North-wind BEtwixt the Sun and Wind arose A Quarrer like to end in Blows If both of 'em had not rather chose A fitting Mediator It seems that this Contention grew From which was Strongest of Two And down their Wagers strait they threw Thus to decide the matter By chance a Traveller came by And both with one united cry On him let us our Forces try To finish the Dispute He that the first a Way could find To make him leave his Cloak behind Should win it 's dine agreed said Wind. Said Sun content I 'll do 't When Boreas summon'd every Blast And at him all his fury cast But flinging round his Cloak he pass'd And forwarded his Journey Sol smiles and gath'ring all his Rays Sure of the Conquest and the Bays I 'll make you quit your Cloack he says Or else by God I 'll burn ye Straight Passenger began to swear Enrag'd and troubled with the Heat And in a most confounded Pett At last flung off the Garment Boreas said Sol See yonder Cloak The Wagers won and thou art broke And up in haste the Stakes he took And that was all the harm in 't MORAL Thus blust'ring Kings like Boreas often fail Whilst others like the Conqu'ring Sun prevail Numbers may fright and dismal Fancies raise But what can Numbers in improper Ways Whilst
at Campeign extended Armies shine And France her infant Printes fight and dine Whilst Boufflers treats the Ladies with a Song And Duke de Berry learns the Spanish Tongue A Prince at Cell who Seemingly appears Thoughtless of Arms since now releas'd from Wars Amid'st his Sports shall-fit Expedients find To cheat the dangers by their Arms design'd And one poor Hunting Matcl perhaps may break The Measures which their fam'd Encampments take FAB IV. Of the Trumpeter A Trumpeter in time of War Was in the Battle taken And Dead almost with very fear Try'd thus to save his Bacon Dear Sirs if guiltless Actions save Or Innocence secures From you the grant of Life I crave Who ne'er endanger'd yours Nor Sword nor Musquet have I born Or any other Weapon worn Than what is in my hand This Trumpet never gave a wound Or utter'd any thing but empty sound And that too by command Off with the Dog and fetch the Rope Said Enemy and tye him up A Villain never spare him Zounds That same Instrument is worse Than Sword and Gun and every Curse And we 've most cause to fear him Since from his blasts those wounds at first proceed By which so many Thousands of us bleed MORAL So crys an Author who has spent his spleen What harm can silly Fables mean Or how can Faction takes its birth From a few Tales and unprovoking Mirth They may perhaps delight But rest assur'd they 'll never Fight The Beast I-treat of cannot Plot Or traffick in Sedition what of that When if he rail'd like O t s like S Fought Curs'd like a Man at Sam 's like M thought All join'd together ne'er was able To show the malice of one single Fable FAB V. Of the Apple and the Horse-Turd AN Apple falling from a Tree Which near a River stood With Horse Turd in his Company Was sailing down the Flood When Turd ambitious to discourse A thing so much above it Would into Conversation force As down the River drove it Lord Madam what a pleasant Stream Is this in which we ride Sister How we Two Apples swim The foul Sir-rev'rence cry'd MORAL A Thread-bare Wriner who perchance Has not one Farthing paid To carry on the War with France Towards the Royal Aid Crys Damn this curs'd confounded Peace It Forty Millions cost And we could not procure our Ease Till All our Wealth was lost FAB VI. of the Covetous and the Envious Man TWO men to Jove their Prayers made For some kind Earthly Blessing One never satisfy'd with what he had Tho' rich beyond Expressing Th' other was envious nor car'd What mischief e're befell Him So that his Comrade was not spar'd And what should kill him kill him Jove Teaz'd with their Petitions sent His Son Appolo to 'em To try to give 'em both content And know what service He could do 'em Ask said Appollo Friends what ' ere You want th'out further trouble And what is ask'd from either pray'r T'other shall have it double With that the parsimonious Cuff For Wealth did loudly call Which downward fell but ne'r enough For his desires could fall Still as he ask'd the Richess came And doubled on the other Tho' still his prayer was the same Which still enrich'd his Brother Next in his turn Sir Envy kneel'd And with a bale-ful Eye Dear Phaebus to my prayer yield And barken to my cry Now oh just now thou Pow'r divine This favour let me find Put out this single Eye of mine That his may both be blind FAB VII Of the Beaver and the Hunters A Beaver being close pursu'd By Hunters Horse and Hounds And neither safe within the Wood Nor in the open Grounds I know full well and step'd aside The reasons why I 'm chas'd he cry'd And much lament the Cause My Stones are what they want and I Must either part with them or die And glut the Beagles jaws With that though he was loath to part With things as precious as his heart Or with a quiet mind Surrender up the pride of all his kind Yet life was sweet and utt'ring forth some groans Off went his dear beloved Stones Which in the Hunters way The Melancholy Beast did lay Call in the Hounds the fierce Pursuers said We 've caught the Game and have our Markets made And taking up the Prize they went All homeward with content Whlist the Enervate Beast return'd To graze in quiet on the plain And never after this Misfortune mourn'd Or fled from Hunters or from Hounds again MORAL If a certain great Prince had but done as this Beast And instead of each Stone gotten rid of each Priest He had still been King whom his People had bless'd But since He bad rather keep in with Ned Petre And likes Fryers and Monks for his company fitter Let him now keep his Stones for there 's none but has beater FAB VIII The Lion and the Fox A Fox a Lion's Chaplain when The Beasts began to cry And gather round their Monarch's Den For Antient Liberty Said may it please my Sov'raign Lord Your subjects are your Slaves And if they dare to speak a word Your Throat may be their Graves With that the Monarch Wisely smil'd At good Sir Crapes advice And said go fetch your youngest Child My Stomach 's something nice Sir said the Fox Your in the wrong I must your pardon crave Parsons alone to Jove belong And no Controulers have MORAL So in late times the Pulpits rung With Passive Non-Resistance And all the burthen of their Song Was Duty and Asstance Life Wealth and every thing was due To Him who or'e us rul'd And Whilst that Cant they would pursue We'd all of 's E'en been fool'd Had not their Church's Lands been thought Belonging to the Throne And made 'em change their former note And what they said disown FAB IX Of Iupiter and the Monkey JOVE was desirous once to know What Animal did bear The handsom'st Off-spring or could show A little one most fair He summon'd every living thing Unto a certain place To come before him and to bring A Pattern of it's Race Forth with each Female creature came Which Air or Sea or Earth Could for its proper Tenant claim And each produc'd a Sample of it's Birth When as the Pow'rful God was just Deciding the dispute Up to the Throne a Monkey thrust A most deformed Brute And with her Young one in her hand Whilst All the Company smil'd Vouchsafe great Jove to understand Mine is the finest Child Please you my Liege to view this face How regular and sweet How well proportion'd every grace And how exact the features meet Surely my Lord can ne're refuse My Child and Me the Bays When Jove for laughing could not chuse And all of 'em went their ways MORAL So Young Aesop from Bath or Old Aesop from Whitehall May amuse Town and Country with a fab'lous recital And in love with themselves think their own things the best Whilst the Clergy they laugh at escape the