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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

us take our doom This said they to the Monument did come Where streight he shewd him by rare Artists made A Lyons head in a Mans bosome laid This no sufficient proof the Lyon said Could we as well as you our stories cut We might and justly put Your lying heads beneath Our conquering foot From partiall Pens all truth hath been for ever shut Where I first drew my breath I heard a Carthaginian at his death The Roman Nation most perfidious call Crying out by treason they contriv'd the fall Of them and their great Captain Haniball MORALL Through a gross Medium by refracted beams Historians friends appear still in extremes The wrong end of the perspective must shew In little the great Actions of their Foe 51 THE ONE AND FIFTIETH FABLE Of the Lyon the Forester and his Daughter WHen they had viewd the wonder and the strife Admir'd of Artists working to the life Then drew the Foresters fair Daughter neer And whisper'd in her swarthie Fathers eare The Lyon starts and feels a suddain wound As when at first his Lyonesse he found And made her pregnant in a shadie wood High with mans flesh and draughts of humane blood To whom the Woodman said Sir since the Sun Mounts our Meridian half his businesse done And your own Court so far be pleas'd to share Part of what 's mine though mean yet wholsome fare Oft humane Princes in poor lodges have Gladly repos'd and low roofs honour gave The King the proffer takes to lowlie rooms Yet daily visited with clensing brooms The Lyon is convaid where he in State At a full board in antient Maple sate Where whom the Father never overcame The Daughter did scorch'd with loves cruell flame The Lyon burns the valiant strong and wise Who Javelins did Dogs Men and Nets despise Trammels of bright Hair took a slender Dart Shot from a Virgins eye transpierc'd his heart The amorous Lyon lays his dreadfull jaws Now in her lap gently with dangerous paws Her fair hand seizeth shrinking up his Nails Fain would but could not tell her what he ails Then staring in her face offers to rise Ambitious of her Lip She frighted flys Whom with a grone he draws by th' Garments back And troubled to the trembling Virgin spake Sweet Creature fear not me A Roman slave Who cur'd my fester'd foot once in my Cave I feasted fourty daies and when that I Was Pris'ner took and he condemn'd to die In a sad Theater where Men sate and laugh'd To see how Beasts the blood of wretches quaff'd I mock'd their expectation and did grace My trembling Surgeon with a dear imbrace The story known to him they pardon gave And honouring me sent to my Royall Cave Dear if you knew me I not dreadfull am How many Ladies have made Lyons tame My Grand-sires Berecinthias Chariot drove Not by Force coupled but Almighty Love We with your smiles are rais'd and when you frown The greatest Monarch valews not his Crown Then to her Father turning thus he said Still holding in his armed foot the Maid Lo I the King of Beasts a suter stand And this thy Daughter for our Queen demand We need not tell you what our Interests are In this great Forest and my power in War To you is known but joynd with such a Bride Our race deriving from the Fathers side Such active Spirits strength and valiant hearts From her woomb taking humane forme and Arts How may we be advanc'd where shall our Sons Find limits for their vast Dominions The Sybils Man-Lyon stil'd the wondrous Birth Must rule the Conquer'd Nations of the Earth The * Alexander the Great Macedonian was a type of this Who sent the Spoyles of Persia to Greece Which to his Father was in sleep reveal'd When his Queens woomb he with a Lyon seald Then said the Man I know great Prince you are In desarts King I know your force in War But all the Laws of Men and Gods forbid That humane Creatures should with Salvage Wed. The Lyon then ready to lash his side Rowsing up anger with grim looks replyd Did not a Queen match with an ugly Bear And in dark Caverns liv'd with him a year Was not the pregnant Lady he being slain By Hunters brought to her own Courts again Did not his Son prove a most valiant King And slew all those were at the murthering Of his Dear Father Orson was no Beast Though like his Sire he had a Hairy Breast Thus having said he cruell Weapons draws Sharp Teeth appear and needle-pointed Claws Now wit assist against the Lyons rage Inflam'd with love what Madman would engage Then said the Forester great Sir sheath your arms If you vast Realms will joyn to humble Farmes My Daughter 's yours my error I confesse For many Salvage Beasts in Marriages With Women have conjoynd the golden Asse As fair a Lady hath as ever was Mastives and pious Virgins wed so rife Ballads in Streets have Sung them Dog and Wife Take Sir my Daughter to your Royall Seat Yet one thing for the Damsell I entreat For sweet love grant her this see how she stands Trembling to view your teeth and armed hands Meet her with equall arms that face to face She may as boldly charge with strick't imbrace Then pare and draw them out The Lyon said What ere thou askst I freely give O Maid I will devest my self of all my power And make my Teeth and Claws thy Virgin dowre No sooner said but done with bleeding jaws On tender feet he stands the Woodman draws Then a bright Falchion hanging by his side Which to the Hilts he in his bosome dy'd The Lyon's slain and the Cessation broke When to the dying King the Woodman spoke They that give up their power to foe or friend Let them for Love expect a wofull end They that undoe themselves to purchace Wives Like Indians part with Gold for Beads and Knives Love is a Child and such as Love obey Like Kingdoms fare that Infant Scepters sweigh MORALL The powderd Gallant and the dustie Cloun The horrid Souldier and the subtil Gown Old Young Strong Weak Rich Poor both Fools and Wise Suffer when they with frantick Love advise 52 THE TWO AND FIFTIETH FABLE Of the Forester the Skinner and a Bear THe Lyon slain the greedy Forester Soon strips him of his Robe and Royall fur The Crown and Scepter old Regalities Of many former Princes now are his He takes possession of the Palace which Trophes made proud and spoyls of enemies Rich Where at an Out-crie pretious things are sold At small rates deer to Potentates of old When the same Man that bought the Lyons Skin Thus to the insulting Victor did begin Sir since the Groves are yours and you have won Dark Haunts impenetrable by the Sun The Lyon dead goe and th' ambitious Bear Destroy who now aspires his Masters Chair A Heathen King sent to my Shop this morn To have a Lybian Bears-skin to adorn His spreading shoulders with at