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To a discredited Courteour.
The Snayle did once the Eagle faire intreate,
That hee would teach and learne her how to flie;
Her Creeping low, her base obscure estate,
Made her of Beasts the basest Beast to bee.
The Eagle said, To flie is not thy kinde;
Crawle on thy Wombe, and striue not with the Winde.
That hee would teach and learne her how to flie;
Her Creeping low, her base obscure estate,
Made her of Beasts the basest Beast to bee.
The Eagle said, To flie is not thy kinde;
Crawle on thy Wombe, and striue not with the Winde.
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The Snayle at length prevailes with instant prayer,
(Wee conquer Heaven with lowde importune Cryes)
Betwixt his Clookes hee cleekes her through the Aire.
Shee on a Rocke, falles, dyes. The Eagle wyse
Bids Snayles, Fare-well; for hencefoorth hee'll forsweare them
They should not flie, that haue not wings to beare them.
(Wee conquer Heaven with lowde importune Cryes)
Betwixt his Clookes hee cleekes her through the Aire.
Shee on a Rocke, falles, dyes. The Eagle wyse
Bids Snayles, Fare-well; for hencefoorth hee'll forsweare them
They should not flie, that haue not wings to beare them.
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