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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Subject terms: Fables.
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FAB. 35. Of the Smith and the Dog.

SMug had a dog full slick and smug might be,
Whilst Smug wrought hard, idle as dog was he;
Under the Anvil he did lie and snort,
All the while that his master had resort
With's Hammer thereunto, about his work
As one was unconcern'd, there he did lurk:
Until to dine his master did betake him,
When that time came he needed none to wake him
From under th' Anvil, he got under th' table,
He made no bones of bones, he was so able
Them first to chew, and then for to digest,
The Smith observing this himself thus blest:
Bless me said he, how shall poor I find meat?
For a Dog will ne're work but always eat.

Mor.

The dog that will not work let him not eat, Why should one live upon anothers sweat.