Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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The Eagle first did seeke him, and he found,
The theefe where he would wish, vpon the ground,
Quoth he, well met, are you the fowle that prey,
Vpon our harmlesse subiects night and day,
That none can this way passe and vse his trade,
But is a subiect to your fury made?
Not I sir (quoth the Cormorant) I am one,
That liue in contemplation all alone.
This poke I begge with, to sustaine my need,
And I no fowle am but a beast indeed.
Quoth then the Eagle, wherefore serue thy wing?
O (quoth the Cormorant) thou mighty king
Of feathered fowles, these two are my forefeet,
Held vp to honor thee, with reuerence meete.
And that thou maist be full resolu'd, and know.
That I vnto the Lyon duty owe,
As subiects to their Soueraignes, not to thee,
Without thou wilt vsurpe authoritie,
And into other neighbour Realmes incroch
(Which to thy Iustice were a fowle reproch)
Heare but my voice. With that he steps aside,
And in the water thrusts his wezand wide,
And like an Asse gan bray. The Eagle straight
Hearing his voice, suspected no deceit,
But past away to seeke what now he saw.
The theefe where he would wish, vpon the ground,
Quoth he, well met, are you the fowle that prey,
Vpon our harmlesse subiects night and day,
That none can this way passe and vse his trade,
But is a subiect to your fury made?
Not I sir (quoth the Cormorant) I am one,
That liue in contemplation all alone.
This poke I begge with, to sustaine my need,
And I no fowle am but a beast indeed.
Quoth then the Eagle, wherefore serue thy wing?
O (quoth the Cormorant) thou mighty king
Held vp to honor thee, with reuerence meete.
And that thou maist be full resolu'd, and know.
That I vnto the Lyon duty owe,
As subiects to their Soueraignes, not to thee,
Without thou wilt vsurpe authoritie,
And into other neighbour Realmes incroch
(Which to thy Iustice were a fowle reproch)
Heare but my voice. With that he steps aside,
And in the water thrusts his wezand wide,
And like an Asse gan bray. The Eagle straight
Hearing his voice, suspected no deceit,
But past away to seeke what now he saw.
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