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.

SECT. III.

THe King then wondring at himself so well, Cur'd strange and sudden, thought a Miracle! That in the smallest parcel of an Hour, Restor'd him Courage, Health, and Soveraign Pow••••▪

When thus he spake, Amidst my Joys I mourn, Not knowing how to make a fit return; Revenues of our Crown unsetled yet, So much for this my Happiness in Debt;

If you not favor'd are by sickle Chance, Enforc'd to follow ill-advising Wants▪ The Power your help recover'd, Us affords House-keeping, and to settle former Boards; Provision for the Belly we'll not lack, Slight Raiment serves, where seldom Colds attack▪ And if with plenteous Fare when highly fed, You want a kind Companion in your Bed, For mix'd Amours are not, nor would deface Man's comely Features with a Bi-form'd Race, To quench in youthful Blood unruly Flames, My Satyrs and Hyenna's by their Names, Shall comely Girls from neighboring Dorps intice, Taking them up for thee, at the King's Price; My trusty and Right Honorable Pimps Shall cull the choicest Wood and Mountain Nymphs

And Spirit hither all on thy Account, Which Patch'd and Painted Ladies far surmount; Pure Virgins, not Decays, piec'd up and vamp'd, Fresh and fresh Quarters where none e'r Encamp'd, Thee shall receive, still hanselling new Laps, In varied Joys, and fear no After-claps.

When faint Androcleus thus himself exprest: To quench my Thirst some Water I request, That ready almost am now to expire, From Drowning scap'd, and suffocating Fire, Ah! for a little Rest, and some Repast, Or else I suddenly must breathe my last.

The King, where Nature deep his Cellar laid, Thither his Guest with all Respect convey'd, Where from the living Rock a Crystal Spring With murmuring Falls made ecchoing Arches ring; Androcleus stooping, the cold Nymph salutes, And circulating Blood with Draughts recruits.

The Lion then conducts him to a Bed, With Skins the Spoils of Beasts and Foliage spread; Here Sir then, said the King, repose a while, Let gentle Sleep slow moving Time beguile, And ere you wake, the Business shall go hard, If something not for Supper be prepar'd.