The fables of young Æsop, with their morals with a moral history of his life and death, illustrated with forty curious cuts applicable to each fable.

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Title: The fables of young Æsop, with their morals with a moral history of his life and death, illustrated with forty curious cuts applicable to each fable.
Publication: London :: Printed and sold by Benj. Harris ...,; MDCC [1700]
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Page 24

9. A Ship Sailing to her desired Port. (Book 9)

[illustration]

BEhold the Ship which steddy steers
 its Course thro' th'watry Main,
Nor Rocks, nor Sands, nor Storms it fears,
But cuts the Waves in twain.

It suffers many bitter Shock,
 and many rouling Sea
Makes it like to a Cradle Rock,
Before't can harbour'd be.

When any Hurricane appears,
 or, when the Land is nigh,
The Seamen are possess'd with Fears,
 and to their Pilot Cry.

Page 25

The MORAL.

BEhold, O Man! an Emblem of thy Life, thy swift Journey, thy passage into another World, to the Port of Deli∣very, and to a State which puzzles the most Sagacious Philosophers living: How is that feeble Bark, thy Body, blown up and down by every Gust of Vanity and Pride? toss'd upon the Shelves of Poverty and Want? elevated by the Waves of Ambition and Honour? and cast down by the inconstant Frowns of Fortune? We are all like Ships newly Launched when Born; some fall in pieces before they set to Sea; some founder half way their Voy∣age; others are swallowed up in Sands within sight of the Harbour; and few escape Pirates, the Dangers of the Sea, and other Casualties, to arrive with full Sails at the highest Akme of Perfection. There is a Pilot to guide us, which, because he is invisible, and his Being in Dispute, we will not accept as we ought: Some will weigh Anchor, and drop again; some pretend an Imbargo, others steal away in the Night, whilst most fall short of the desired Port.