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.

[illustration] the starving wolf petitions the ennobled dog, now in human dress. In the background, wolves attack the dog to eat the meat hung in the pantry while a man threatens them with sticks.

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FAB. XLIV. 2. Of the same Dog and Wolf.

HIs Curship Hylax, now grown sleek and plump, Dog in a Doublet with a Velvet Jump, Rais'd by his Master's Lord's especial Grace, From Turn-spit, to the Major-Domo's Place, Had both the Kitchin, Pantry, Larder, all That were below-stairs ready at his call; Spaniels, nay Mastives, veil'd to him their Caps, And Foisting-hounds, though in their Ladies Laps; Who late some Scruples taking 'bove his Dose, A large Potation, and a short Repose, Walk'd forth this Morning, better to repair His queasie Stomach with refreshing Air:

Where under harder Planets Isgrim sate, Repining at inexorable Fate. Soon as the Wolf his old Acquaintance spy'd, Craving an Alms, thus he himself apply'd:

Take pitty, Sir; behold my sordid Coat, My clemm'd up Belly, and my rivell'd Throat; Since you that tender Bit on me bestow'd, I never tasted Flesh, nor drank warm Blood; Ah! with sweet Creature-comforts me supply, That once more I may eat before I die.

I wave all former Merits, neither hint Counsel, that since hath prov'd to you a Mint, That well your Back hath cloth'd, your Purse well Ah! let my Wants your soft Compassion find.

Dog Steward then reply'd, Isgrim, 'tis true, To rob my Master I conspir'd with you, And I so well did your first Lesson learn, I onely studied since my own Concern; By which I rais'd my self in little space Up from a Scullion, to the Caterer's Place:

A Basket in my Mouth, a Bill that bid The Butcher furnish me with Veal or Kid, Beef, Lamb, or Mutton, which I day by day Brought to the Cook, ne're asking what's to pay: But once as I went luggering home my Load, I saw two Mastiffs fighting in the Road; Straight to be Stickler, down my Charge I set, When the great Battel prov'd an arrant Cheat, And they to plundring of my Basket fell: I thought I might put in my Claim as well; So we together did divide the Spoil. My Lord saw this, and laughing all the while, Tickled with Mischief, and my ready Wit, Since me to make his Steward hath thought fit; And I'm no more a down-right Shepherd's Cur, But as you see; Your humble Servant, Sir, Confesseth that you rais'd me, nor shall scorn, As Courtiers use, to make a kind Return: I'll put you on a handsom Project shall Once more your Belly fill, fall what may fall.

Soon as grown dark, you to our Larder may Find by a new-made Breach, an eade way; There you may Wants supply, there highly Feast, Which I could wish you may as well digest.

This said, the joyful Wolf did thence depart; And home went Hylax, Treachery in his Heart.

MORAL.

Who get Advancement by Sinister ends, Prove seldom to thir Raisers Cordial Friends: The Debt too great to pay, some State-trick must, By Ruin or Disgrace, Accounts adjust.