Æsop improved, or, Above three hundred and fifty fables, mostly Æsop's with their morals paraphrased in English verse : amounting to about one hundred and fifty more than do appear to have been so rendered by any other hand.

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Title: Æsop improved, or, Above three hundred and fifty fables, mostly Æsop's with their morals paraphrased in English verse : amounting to about one hundred and fifty more than do appear to have been so rendered by any other hand.
Publication: London :: Printed for Tho. Parkhurst ...,; 1673.
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FAB. 155. Of the Fly which sitting upon a Charriot, said that she had raised a dust.

A Bragging Fly upon a Coach-wheel sat,
And seeing a great dust was proud of that;
How great a dust I raise said simple she,
Not knowing it from the Coach-wheels to be,
And from the horses heels, she a spectator,
Which gave no cause for pride, but 'twas her nature
To brag and crack, as if that she did all,
(No wonder then, proud folks we Fly-blown call.)
Boast as she pleases, yet this say we must,
Her self is scarce a thimble full of dust:
Let Flies be e're so proud, more than their match
A Spider is, them Eagles scorn to catch.

Mor.

'Tis some folks humour though they did forbid it, If ought prove well, to say 'twas they that did it.