Æsop's fables with his life in English, French & Latin / the English by Tho. Philipott Esq. ; the French and Latin by Rob. Codrington M.A. ; illustrated with one hundred and twelve sculptures by Francis Barlow.
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Æsop's fables with his life in English, French & Latin / the English by Tho. Philipott Esq. ; the French and Latin by Rob. Codrington M.A. ; illustrated with one hundred and twelve sculptures by Francis Barlow.
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London :: Printed by William Godbid for Francis Barlow, and are to be sold by Ann Seile ... and Edward Powell ...,
1666.
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Aesop.
Fables -- Early works to 1800.
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"Æsop's fables with his life in English, French & Latin / the English by Tho. Philipott Esq. ; the French and Latin by Rob. Codrington M.A. ; illustrated with one hundred and twelve sculptures by Francis Barlow." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26496.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 10, 2024.
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descriptionPage 217
The Dove and Pismire.
[illustration]
The A•••• to a strea•••• l'appease her thirst does com••Where a rude wave had like 〈◊〉〈◊〉 have been her tombeBut that a twig from a neare willow droptBy a kind Dove, this An•• from sinking proptHis Netts a Fowler not long after strew'dT'in••ware this Dove which when ye Bs•••••• view'd
To poyse her merit, with a gratefull biteIn••licted on his beel, did so affrightAnd discompose him, he withdrew his hand.Which made the Dove his Ambr••sh vnderstandWho straight with winged speed ye〈◊〉〈◊〉 declin'dWhich was for her wth. nieer Ar•• design'd.
Where shall outhankfull men for place intrudeNor Earth nor Water shrow••s virgra••titude.
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