Æsopicks: or, A second collection of fables, paraphras'd in verse, adorn'd with sculpture, and illustrated with annotations. / By John Ogilby, esq; his Majesty's cosmographer, geographick printer, and master of revels in the kingdom of Ireland.

FAB. XXVI. 3. Of the same Camel and Jupiter.

OUr Camel, he that bore Dame Fly of late, Had got a Maggot now in his own Pate; Long fed in Pasture, and at plenteous Stalls, Fat, in a fit of Melancholy falls: Prick'd up with Provender, and swelling Pride, To Jove thus sadly he himself apply'd.

O thou that Rul'st the low and upper World! Where nightly thy bright Ensigns fly unfurl'd, On me, a wretched Beast, take some Remorse, That undervalued am beneath a Horse. I am become to all the Field a Scorn: What Taste hath tender Grass, or purest Corn? What all my Ease? what my continued Feasts? Imbitter'd still with Jeers, and biting Jests? They say, I bear a Fardle on my Back, And onely need behind a Pedlar's Pack; Tell me, betwixt my Belly and my Brains A Gutter falls, as deep as two Long-lanes, To set out my Deformity and Want. Honor and Arms upon my Temples plant; Adorn my Frontispiece with stately Horns, Not with Ram Belin's, but the Unicorn's;

Then I shall keep Monkeys and Apes in awe, And from his Perch bring down the jeering Daw; Then I shall be a stately Beast indeed, And all those Scoffers at my Pleasure Feed.

Then Jove said, smiling at his fond Request, Thou mak'st thy self the same deformed Beast, By your Petition, and as foolish too, As when in Lampoons they decypher you. Horns on that Head already rais'd so high! Sure thou hast some Design upon the Sky, To strike down Constellations in their March, Unhinge our Throne on Heavens supremest Arch, Storm our Twelve Houses, Watches rout, and Wards, Eternal Centries, and Nocturnal Guards: Since thou for Arms, and such Additions pray'st, I'll take from thee those Ornaments thou hast.

Hermes, straight fetch, said Jove, yon Monster's Ears, And in our Hall 'mongst Crests and Hoods of Bears, Mongst other Forfeitures to us that fall On like occasions, nail them to the Wall.

This said, the God descends through crystal Spheres, And with a Blast of Lightning crops his Ears: Heavens Court the Camel oft in vain implor'd, But they the Gates of Hearing ne're restor'd.

MORAL.

Should Princes grant whate're their Subjects ask, They soon would put them to a second Task, That Gracious they all Patents would Repeal: The Giddy Vulgar know not when th' are well.