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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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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London :: Printed for Tho. Parkhurst ...,
1673.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26535.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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FAB. 59. Of the Fox and the Eagle.
AN Eagle caught a Fox, they're seldome catcht,But 'twas a young one that was newly hatchThe old Fox on her knees beg'd for her Cub,The Eagle would not yield, but did her snub.Away he went carrying it to his nest,To play with his young Eagles, but the JestWas this, the Fox came flying (Love hath wings)To th' Eagles nest, and then the Eagle singsAnother note, down on his knees, and said,O'th Firebrand in thy hand I am afraid.Burn not my nest, Sir Fox, here is thy Cub,Whom were I King of beasts, a Knight I'de dub.Take thine own young, and mine be pleas'd to spare,I and my young ones, all thy servants are.
Mor.
Poor folks have oft great opportunitiesWith rich men to be quit for injuries.
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