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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When the late noyse he made did thither draw
The kingly Lyon, who did hunt about,
As th'other did to finde th'oppressor out.
And when he spide him; What art thou quoth he
The beast gainst whom so many plaine to me?
O noble Lyon, quoth the Cormorant,
I am a fish, the water still I hant.
And here I take my food, and lead my life,
Free from oppression, and each cause of strife.
Why, quoth the Lyon, now I heard thee bray
Like to an Asse. True, True, my Lord ye say,
(Quoth this smooth hypocrite) for I would faine
Be like an Asse, so innocent and plaine.
I loue beasts well, and next your excellence,
The humble Asse, for still his patience.
And now to put your highnesse out of doubt,
Behold me swimme and diue, (so launcht he out
Far from the Lyons reach) If beasts quoth he,
Can swimme and diue thus, I a beast may be.
With that he diues, saying, Sir fare you well,
Your faire commends to the King Whale I'le tell.
The Lyon parted thence; the Whale that way
Had sought this Monster all the liue-long day;
And seeing such an vncouth thing glide past,
Within his Kingdome, with such nimble hast;
He call'd and bad him stay, and will'd him tell,
If he were Onocrotalus, that fell
And cruell murtherer, who hauocke made
Of all that in that wealthy Rode did trade?
O mighty Emperour (aloud he cri'de)
I hardly scap't euen now his cursed pride
For being by my noble Master sent,
(The Eagle King of fowles) you to present
With birds and other iunkets in my crop,
He needs would me from your glad presence stop;
And but he heard you comming, I surmise,
His lawlesse force had made me lawfull prize.
Quoth then the Whale, I search to meete that slaue.
But what art thou that canst so well behaue,
Thy tayle and nimble fins? Art not a fish?
That I were such (quoth he) it is my wish.
I like thy milder reigne where subiects say,
For loue, and not for dread, they thee obey.
And would arm'd in white scales, if I might choose
Serue thee a fish, and my blacke feathers loose.
But Nature this forbids; yet still I striue,
Euen from my youth, fish-like to swim and diue:
And vnderstand their language, and conuerse
With them whose ciuill manners, are lesse fierce
Then beasts or birds be. For they drinke far more
And eat much lesse, then we doe on the shore.
This drinking I delight in, and haue tride,
By all good meanes to make my belly wide.
Yet see, I am a fowle. So vp he hies,
And takes his wings with speede, and far thence flies?
The Whale then found his cunning and straight sent
A priuy letter of his close intent,
Both to the Eagle and the Lyon stout,
To meet and ioyne, and finde this Out-law out.
The kingly Lyon, who did hunt about,
As th'other did to finde th'oppressor out.
And when he spide him; What art thou quoth he
The beast gainst whom so many plaine to me?
O noble Lyon, quoth the Cormorant,
I am a fish, the water still I hant.
And here I take my food, and lead my life,
Free from oppression, and each cause of strife.
Why, quoth the Lyon, now I heard thee bray
Like to an Asse. True, True, my Lord ye say,
(Quoth this smooth hypocrite) for I would faine
Be like an Asse, so innocent and plaine.
I loue beasts well, and next your excellence,
The humble Asse, for still his patience.
And now to put your highnesse out of doubt,
Behold me swimme and diue, (so launcht he out
Far from the Lyons reach) If beasts quoth he,
Can swimme and diue thus, I a beast may be.
Your faire commends to the King Whale I'le tell.
The Lyon parted thence; the Whale that way
Had sought this Monster all the liue-long day;
And seeing such an vncouth thing glide past,
Within his Kingdome, with such nimble hast;
He call'd and bad him stay, and will'd him tell,
If he were Onocrotalus, that fell
And cruell murtherer, who hauocke made
Of all that in that wealthy Rode did trade?
O mighty Emperour (aloud he cri'de)
I hardly scap't euen now his cursed pride
For being by my noble Master sent,
(The Eagle King of fowles) you to present
With birds and other iunkets in my crop,
He needs would me from your glad presence stop;
And but he heard you comming, I surmise,
His lawlesse force had made me lawfull prize.
Quoth then the Whale, I search to meete that slaue.
But what art thou that canst so well behaue,
Thy tayle and nimble fins? Art not a fish?
That I were such (quoth he) it is my wish.
I like thy milder reigne where subiects say,
For loue, and not for dread, they thee obey.
And would arm'd in white scales, if I might choose
Serue thee a fish, and my blacke feathers loose.
But Nature this forbids; yet still I striue,
Euen from my youth, fish-like to swim and diue:
And vnderstand their language, and conuerse
With them whose ciuill manners, are lesse fierce
Then beasts or birds be. For they drinke far more
And eat much lesse, then we doe on the shore.
By all good meanes to make my belly wide.
Yet see, I am a fowle. So vp he hies,
And takes his wings with speede, and far thence flies?
The Whale then found his cunning and straight sent
A priuy letter of his close intent,
Both to the Eagle and the Lyon stout,
To meet and ioyne, and finde this Out-law out.
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