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And long it lasted'; all which time this maa, The sundry frenzies that he there might sees
Hid in this cave, doth in his judgment scan One man would to another married be;
What of this inundation would ensue,

And for a curate taking the town bull,
For he knew well the prophecy was true :

Would have him knit the knot. Another gull And when the show'r was somewhat'overpast, Had found an ape was chained to a stall, And that the skies began to clear at last,

Which he to worship on his knees doth fall; To the cave's mouth he softly put his ear, To do the like and doth his neighbours get, To listen if he any thing could hear,

Wbo in a chair this ill-fac'd monkey set, What harm this storm ħad done, and what became And on their shoulder lifting him on high, Of those that had been soused in the saine.

They in procession bear him with a cry; No sooner he that nimble organ lent

And him a lord will have at least, if not To the cave's mouth, but that incontinent

A greater man. Another sort bad got There was a poise, as if the garden bears,

About a pedlar, who had lately heard And all the dogs together by the ears,

How with the mad-men of this isle it far'd; And those of Bedlam bad enlarged been,

And having nothing in his pack but toys, Andito behold the baiting had come in.

Which none except meer madmen and fond boys Which when he heard, he knew too well (alas !) Would ever touch, thought verily that he That what had been foretold, was come to pass ; Amongst these Bedlams would a gainer be, Within himself, good man, he reason'd thus: Or else lose all; scarce had he pitch'd his pack, • 'Tis for our sins this plague is fallin on us. Ere he could scarcely say, “ What do ye l'ack ? Of all the rest, tho' in my wits I be,

But that they throng'd about him with their money, (I thank my Maker) yet it grieveth me

As thick as dies about a pot of honey. To see my country in this piteous case ;

Some of these lunatics, these frantic asses, Woe's me that ever they so wanted grace! Gave bim spur-rials for his farthing glasses :. But when as man once casts off virtue quite, There should you see another of these cattle And doth in sin and beastliness delight,

Give him a pound of silver for a rattle ; We see how soon God turns him to a sot.

And there another, that would needsly scorse To show myself yet a true patriot,

A costly jewel for a hobby-horse. I'll in amongst them, and if so that they

For bells and babies, such as children small Be not accurst of God, yet, yet I may,

Are ever us'd to solace them withal, By wholesome counsel (if they can but hear) Those they did buy at such a costly rate, Make them as perfect as at first they were.' That it was able to subvert a state. And thus resolv'd, goes this good poor man down; Which when this wise and suber man beheld, When at the entrance of the neighbouring town For very grief his eyes with tears were swellido He meets a woman with her buttocks bare,

Alas, that ere I saw this day! quoth he, Got up astride upon a wall-ey'd mare,

'That I my native countrymen should see To run a horse-race, and was like to ride

In this estate!" When out of very zeal Over the good man; but he stept aside:

Both to his native earth and compion-weal, And after her, another that bestrode

He thrust amongst them, and thus frames his speech: A borse of service, with a lance she rode

"• Dear countrymen, I humbly ye beseech, Arm'd, and behind her on a pillion sat

Hear me a little, and but mark me well.
Her frantic husband, in a broad-brimm'd hat, Alas! it is not long since first ye fell
A mask and safeguard ; and had in his hand Into this frenzy, these outrageous fits ;
His mad wife's distaff for a riding-wand.

Be not, I pray you, so out of your wits,
Scarce from these mad folk had he gone so far, But call to mind th' inevitable ill
As a strong man will eas'ly pitch a bar,

Must fall on ye, if ye continue still
But that he found a youth in tissue brare,

Thus mad and frantic; therefore be not worse (A daintier man one would not wish to have) Than your brute beasts, to bring thereby a curse Was courting of a loathsome measled sow, Upon your nephews, so to taint their blood, And, in his judgment, swore he must allow That twenty generations shall be woo'd ; Hers the prime beauty that he ever saw.

And this brave land, for wit that hath been fam'd, Thus was she su'd to (by that prating daw)

The Isle of Idiots after shall be nam'd : Whoon a dunghill in the loathsome gore

Your brains are not so craz'd, but leave this riot, Had farrowed ten pigs scarce an hour before. And 'tis no question, but with temp’rate diet, At which this man in melancholy deep,

And counsel of wise men, when they shall see Burst into laughter, like before to weep.

The desperate estate wherein you be, Another fool, to fit him for the weather, [feather, But with such med'cines as they will apply, Had arm'd his heels with cork, his head with They'll quickly cure your grievous malady.' And in more strange and sundry colours clad, And as he would proceed with his oration, Than in the rain-bow ever can be had;

One of the chiefest of this Bedlam nation Stalk'd through the streets, preparing him to fly Lays hold on him, and asks who he should be : Up to the Moon upon an embassy.

Thou fellow,' quoth this lord,' where bad we thee? Another seeing his drunken wife disgorge

Com'st thou to preach to us that be so wise? Her pamper'd stomach, got her to a forge, What ! wilt thou take upon thee to advise And in her throat the feverous heat to quench, is, of whom all now underneath the sky With the smith's horn was giving her a drench. Mav well be seen to learn frugality? One his next neighbour halter'd bad try force, Why surely, honest fellow, thou art mad.' So frantic, that he took him for a horse,

Another standing by, swore that he had And to a pond was leading him to drink

Seen him in Bedlam fourteen years ago. k weat beyond the wit of man to think,

0,' quotb'a tird, 'this fellow do i know

This is an arpant caxcomb, a meer dizard : Another sort of a most ugly shape, se remember, this is the same wizzard,

A bear in body, and in face an ape; Which took upon him wisely to foretel

Otber, like beasts, yet had the feet of fowls, 'l he show'r, .s many years before it fell;

That demi-urchins were, or derni-owls : Whose strong effects being so strange and rare, Besides, there were of sundry other sorts, Have ipade iis such brave creatures as we are.' But we'll not stand too long on these reports, When of this. uation all the frantic rout

Of all the rest that most resembles man, Fell into laughter the poor man about: .

Was an o'er-worn ill-favour'd Babian ; Soine made mouths at him, others, as in scorn, Which of all other (for that only he With their fuikt-tingers pointed him the horn : Was full of tricks, as they are us'd to be) They call'd him ass and Jolt, and bade him go Him in her craft so seriously she taught, Amongst such fouls as he himself was, who As that in little time she had him brought, Could not teach them. At which this honest man, That nothing could afore this ape be set, Finding that nought but hate and scoru he wan That presently he could not counterfeit: 7 Amongst these idiots and their beastly kiud, She learnt him med'cines instantly to make; The poor small remnant of his life behind,

Him any thing whose shape he pleas'd to take; Deterinineth to solitude to give,

And when this skill she had on him bestow'd, And a true hermit afterward to live."

She sent him for intelligence abroad.
The tale thus ended, "Gossip, by your leave," Thus fully furnish'd, and by ber sent out,
Quoth another Bumby, “ I do well perceive He went to practise all the world about.
The moral of your story, which is this

He like a gypsy oftentimes would go, (Correct me, daine, if I do judge amiss :)

All kind of gibb'rish be bad learnt to know, But first I'll tell you, by this honest ale,

And with a stick, a short string, and a noose, Ju my conceit this is a pretty tale;

Would show the people tricks at fast and loose; And if some handsome players would it take, Tell folks their fortunes, for he would find out It (sure) a pretty interlude would make.

By sly inquiry as he went about, But to the moral : this same mighty shower, What chance this one he, or that she had prov'd, Is a plague sent by supernatural power

W'hom they most hated, or whom most they lord, Upon the wicked. For when God intends

And looking in their hands, as there be knew it, To lay a curse on men's ungodly ends,

Out of his skill would counterteit to show it.
Of understanding he doth them deprive,

Sometimes he for a mountebank would pass,
Which taken from them, up themselves they give And show you in a crucible or glass
To beastliness; nor will he let them see

Some rare extraction, presently and run
The miserable estate wherein they be.

Through all the cures that he therewith had done.
The rock, to which this may for safety climbs, An aspic still he carry'd in a poke,
The contemplation is of the sad times

Which he to bite him often would provoke,
Of the declining world. His counsels told And with an oil, when it began to swell,
To the mad rout, to spoil and baseness sold, The deadly poison quickly could expel:
Shows, that from such no goodness can proceed ; And many times a juggler he would be,
Who counsels fools, shall seldom better speeci," (A crastier knave there never was than lie)

Quoth mother Redcap, “ You have hit it right." And by a mist deceiving of the sight,
Qnoth she, “ I know it, gossip; and to quit (As knavery ever falsifies the light)
Your tale, another you of me shall have,

He by his active nimbleness of hand Therefore a while your patience let me crave. Into a serpent would transform a wand,

“ Out in the north tow'rus Groenland, far away, As those Egyptiaus, which by magic thought There was a witch, (as ancient stories say) Far beyond Moses wonders to have wrought. As ju those parts there many witches be ;

There never was a subtilty devis'd, Yet in her craft above all other she

In which this villain was not exercis'd. Was the most expert, dwelling in an isle,

Now from this region where they dwelt, not far, Which was in compass scarce an English mile; There was a wise and learn'd astronomer, Which by her cunning she could inake to flvat Who skilful in the planetary hours, Whither she list, as though it were a boat; The working knew of the celestial powers, And where again she meant to have it stay, And by their ill, or by their good aspect, There could she fix. it in the deepest sea,

Men in their actions wisely could direct; She could sell winds to any one that would And in the black and gloomy arts so skill'd, Buy them for nuoney, forcing them to hold That he e'en Hell in his subjection held; What time she listed, tie them in a thrcad, He could command the spir'ts op from below, Which ever as the seafarer undid,

And bind them strongly, till they let him know They rose or scantled, as his sails would drive, All the dread secrets that belong'd them to, To the same port whereas he would arrive.

And what those did, with whom they had to do She by her spells could make the Moon to stay, This wizard in his knowledge most profound, And from the east she could keep back the day, Sitting one day the depth of things to sound; Raise mists and fogs that could eclipse the light, For that the world was brought to such pass, And with the noonsted she could mix the night. That it well-near in a confusion was; C'pon this isle whereas she had abode,

For things set right, ran quickly out of frame, Nature (God knows) bnt little cost bestow'd; And those awry to rare perfection came; Yet in the same some bastard creatures werc, And matters in such sort about were brought, Seldom yet seen in any place but there;

That states were puzzled almost beyond thought, !! limen, half goat, there was a certain kind, Which made him think (as he might very well).

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And thus resoltes, that he would cast about Be said of it; and therefore us your due,
In his best skill to find the engine out

What you have done for her, I'll do for you.
That wrought all this, and put himself therein. « And thus it is: That same notorious witch,
When in this business long he had not been, Is the ambition men have to be rich
But by the spirits which he had sent abroad, And great; for which all faith aside they lay,
And in this work had every way bestow'd,

And to the devil give themselves away.
He came to know this foul witch, and her factor, The floating isle, where she is said to won,
The one the plotter, and the other th' actor The various courses are through which they run
Of all these stirs, which many a state had spoil'd, To get their ends. And by the ape is meant
Whereby the world so long had been turmoil'd; Those damned villains, made the instrument
Wherefore he thought it much did him behove, To their designs. That wond'rous man of skill,
Out of the way this couple to remove,

Sound counsel is; or rather, if you will,
Or (out of question) half the world e're long 'The divine justice, which doth bring to light
Would be divided, hers and his among.

Their wicked plots, not raught by common sight?
When turning over his most mystic books,

For tho' they never have so closely wrought,
Into the secrets of his art he looks;

Yet to confusion lastly they are brought."
And th' earth and th' air doth with such magics fill, “Gossip, indeed you have hit it to a hair ;
That ev'ry place was troubled by his skill; And surely your morality is rare,"
Whilst in his mind he many a thing revolves, Quoth mother Bumby. Mother Owl reply'd,
Till at the last he with hionself resolves,

• Come, come, I know I was not very wide :
One spirit of his should take the witch's shape, Wherefore, to quit your tales, and make 'em three,
Another in the person of the ape

My honest gossips, listen now to me.
Should be join'd with him, so to prove by this, “There was a man not long since dead, but he
Whether their pow'r were less, or more than his; Rather a devil might accounted be: ,
Which he performs, and to their task them sets, For Judgment, at her best, could harılly scan,
When soon that spirit, the witch that counterfeits, whether he were more devil, or more man:
Watch'd till he found her far abroad to be, And as he was, he did bimself apply
Into the place then of her home gets he:

T” all kind of witchcraft and black sorcery ;
And when the Babian came the news to bring And for his humour naturally stood
What he had done abroad, and ev'ry thing

To theft, to rapine, and to shedding blood,
Which he had plotted, how their bus'ness went, By those damn'd bags, with whom he was in grace,
And in the rest to know her dread intent,

And us'd to meet in many a secret place,
Where she was wont to call biin her dear son, He learnt an herb of such a wond'rous pow'r,
Her little play-feer, and her pretty bun ;

That were it gather'd at a certain hour,
Hug him, and swear he was her only joy,

(For nature for the same did so provide,
Her very Hermes, her most dainty boy ;

As tho' from knowledge gladly it to hide,
O most strange thing; she chang'd her wonted For at sun-set itself it did disclose,
And doth to him most terrible appear; (cheer, And shut itself up as the morning rose)
And in most fearful shapes she doth him threaten' That with thrice saying a strange magic spell,
With eager looks, as him she would have eaten, Which, but to him, to no man they would tell,
That from her presence he was forc'd to fly, When as soe'er that simple he would take,
As from his death, or deadly enemy.

It him a war-wolf instantly would make ;
When Dow the second, which the shape doth take. Which put in practice, he most certain prov'd,
of the baboon, determining to make

When to a forest he himself remov'd,
The like sport with him, his best time doth watch, Thro' which there lay a plain and common road,
When he alone the cursedł witch might catch; Which he the place chose for his chief abode,
And when her factor farthest was remote,

And there this monster sat him down to thieve,
Then he began to change his former note; Nothing but stol'n goods might this fiend relieve.
And where he wont to tell her pleasing stories No silly woman by that way conld pass,
Full of their conquests, triumphs, and their glories, But by this wolf she surely ravish'd was;
He turns his tale, and to the witch relates

And if he found her flesh were soft and good,
The strange revolts of tributary states,

What serv'd for lust, must also serve for food.
Things gotten back, which late they had for prize, Into a village he sometime would get,
With new discoreries of their policies;

And watching there (as for the purpose set)
Disgusts and dangers that had cross'd their cunning, For little children when they came to play,
With sad portents, their ruin still forerunning : The fatt'st he ever bore with him away:
That thos the witch and the baboon deceiv'd And as the people oft were wont to rise,
of all their hopes, of all their joys bereav'd, Following with hubbubs apd confused cries,
As in despair do bid the world adieu.

Yet was he so well-breathed, and su light,
When as the ape, which weak and sickly grew, That he would still outstrip them by his flight;
On the cold earth his scarvy carrion lays,

And making straight to the tall forest near, And wom to nothing, ends his wretched days: Of the sweet flesh would have his junkets there. : 'The filthy hay, abhorring of the light,

And let the shepherds do the best they could, Into the north past Thule takes her flight,

Yet would be venture oft upon the fold;
i And in those deeps, past which no land is found, And taking the fatt'st sheep he there conld find,
Her wretched self she miserably drown'd."' Bear hiin away, and leave the dogs behind.

The tale chus ended, mother Owl doth take Nor could men keep so much as pig or lamb,
Her turn, and thus to mother Bumby spake : But it po sooner could drop from the dam,
“The tale our gossip Redcap told before, By book or crook but he would surely watch,
You so well riddled, that there can no more Tho' with their weapons all the towu should watch.

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Amongst the rest there was a silly ass,

To be let loose; he hums, he kneels, and cries, That on the way by fortune chanc'd to pass,

Shaketli his head, and turneth up his eyes Yet (it was true) he in his time had been

'To move their pity; that soine said, 'twas sure A very perfect man in shape and skin;

This ass had sense of what he did endure: But by a witch (envying his estate)

And at the last amongst themselves decreed That had borne to him a most deadly hate,

To let him loose. The ass no sooner freed, Into this shape he was transforın'd; and so

But out he goes the company among, From place to place he wander'd to and fro, And where he saw the people thick'st to throng, And oftentimes was taken for a stray,

There he thrusts in, and looketh round about ; And in the piofold many a time he lay;

Here he runs in, and there he rusheth out; Yet held be suill the reason that he had

That he was likely to have thrown to ground When he was man, altho' be thus was clad Those in his way: which when the people found, In a poor ass's shape, wherein he goes,

Tho' the poor ass they seemed to disdain, And must indure what Fortune will inipose. Follow'd him yet, to And what he should mean, Him on his way this cruel wolf doth lake,

Until by chance that he this villain met, His present prey determining to make.

When he upon him furiously doth set, He bray'd and, roar'd, to make the people hear ; Past'ning his teeth upon himn with such strength, But it fell out, no creature being near,

That he could not be loos'd, till at the length The silly ass, when he had done his best,

Railing them in, the people make a ring, Must walk the common way amongst the rest; Struck with the wonder of so strange a thing; When tow'rds his den the cruel wolf him tngs, Whilst they are cag'd, contending whether can And by the ears most terribly him lugs :

Conquer, the ass some cry, some cry the man: But as God would, he had no list to feed,

Yet the ass dragg'd hiin, and still forward drew Wherefore to keep himn still he should have need. Tow'rds the strange spring, which yet they never The silly creature utterly forlorn,

knew ; He brings into a brake of briers and thorn, Yet to what part the struggling seem'd to sway, And so entangles by the mane and tail,

The people made a lane, and gave them way. That he might pluck and struggle there, and At length the ass had tugg'd him near thereto, hale,

The people wond'ring what he meant to do ; Till his breath left bim, unless by great chance He seein'd to show them with his foot the well, Some one might come for his deliverance.

Then with an ass-like no se he seem'd to tell At length the people grievously annoy'd

The story, now by pointing to the men, By this vile wolf, so many that destroy'd,

Then to the thief, then to the spring again : Determined a hunting they would make,

At length waxt angry, growing into passion To see if they by any means could take

Because they could not find his demonstration, This rav'nous war-wolf: and with them they bring T" express it more, he leaps into the spring, Mastiffs and mongrels, all that in a string

When on the sudden (O most wond'rous thing!) Could be got out, or could but lug a hog; To change bis shape he presently began, Ball, Eatall, Cuttail, Blackfoot, bitch and dog. And at an instant became perfect man, Bills, bats, and clubs the angry men do bear; Recov'ring speech; and coming forth, accus'd The women, eager as their husbands were, The bloody murth’rer, who had so abus'd With spits and fireforks, sware if they could catch The honest people, and such harm had done ; bim,

[him. Before them all and presently begun, It should go hard but they would soon dispatch To show them in what danger he had been, This subtle wolf, by passengers that heard And of this wolf the cruelty and sin, What forces thus against him were prepar'd, How he came chang'd again, as he had provid. And, by the noise, that they were near at hand, Whereat the people being strangely mov'd, Thinking this ass did nothing understand, Some on the head, some on the back do clap him, Goes down into a spriog that was hard by, And in their arms with shoats and kisses har Which the ass noted, and immediately

him ; He came out perfect man, his wolf's shape left, Then all at once upon the war-wolf flew, In which so long he had committed theft.

And up and down him on the earth they drew; The silly ass so wistly then did view biu,

Then from his bones the flesh in collops cut, And in his fancy so exactly drew hiin,

And on their weapon's points in triuinph put; That he was sure to own this thief again,

Returning back with a victorious song, If he should see him 'mongst a thousand men. Bearing the inan aloft with them along." This wolf turn'd man, him instantly doth shroud Quoth gammer Gurton, “ On my honcst word, In a near thicket, till the boist'rous crowd You've told a tale doth much conceit afford, Had somewhat past bim, then he in doth fall Good neighbour Owlet, and as ye have done Upon the rear, not any of them all

Each one for other since our tales begun,
Makes greater stir, nor seems to them to be And since our stand of ale so well endurés,
More diligeut to find the wolf than be.

As you bave moral'd Bainby's, I will yours.
They be at each brake and tuft o'er all the ground, The fable of the war-wolf I apply
But yet the war-wolf was not to be found;

To a man given to blood and cruelty,
But a poor ass entangled in the briers,

Apd upon spoil doth only set his rest; In such strange sort, as ev'ry one desires

Which by a wolf's shape liveliest is exprest. 'To see the manner, and each one doth gather The spring, by which he gets his former shape, How he was fastend so, how he came thither. Is the evasion after every rape The silly ass yet being still in hold,

He hath to start by. And the silly ass, Makes all the means that possibly he could Which, unregarded, every where doth pass,

Is some just soul, who though the world disdain, And long tho' 'twas, (good luck ne'er comes too
Yet he by God is strangely made the mean It was bis chance to light upon a gate [Inte)
To bring his damned practices to light."

That led into it: tho' his hap were good,
Quoth mother Owlet, "You have hit the white." Yet was it made of so sufficient wood,
“I thought as much,” (quoth gammer Gutton :) And every bar that did to it belong
" then

Was so well jointed, and so wondrous strong,
My turn comes next, have with you once again. Besides a great lock with a double ward,

“ A mighty waste there in a country was, That he thereby of entrance was debarr'd, Yet pot so great as it was poor of grass.

And thereby hard beset ; Wet thought at length, Twas said of old, a saint once curst the soil, 'Twas done by sleight, that was not done by So barren and so hungry, that no toil

Could ever make it any thing to bear,

Fast in the ground his two fore-feet doth get,
Nor would aught prosper that was planted there. Then his hard buttocks to the gate he set,
Upon the earth the spring was seldom seen, And thrust, and shook, and labourd, till at last,
'Twas winter there, when each place else was green; The two great posts, that held the same so fast,
When summer did her most abandance yield, Began to loosen ; when again he takes
That lay still brown as any fallow field,

Fresh foot-hold, and afresh be shakes and shakes,
Upon the saine some few trees scattering stood, Till the great hinges to fly off he feels,
But it was autumn ere they us’d to bud;

And heard the gate fall clatt'ring at his heels;
And they were crookt and knotty, and the leaves Then neighs and brays with such an open throat,
The niggard sap so utterly deceives,

That all the waste resourded with his note. That sprouting forth, they drooping bung the The rest, that did his language understand, head,

Knew well there was some good to them in hand,
And were near wither'd ere yet fully spread. And tag and rag throʻ thick and thin came running,
So mirthful birds the boughs did ever grace, Nor dale nor ditch, nor bank nor bushes shunning;
Nor could be won to stay upon that place;

And so desirous to see their good hap,
Only the night-crow sometimes you might see, That with their thronging they stuck in the gap.
Croaking, to sit upon some ranpick-tree,

Now they bestir their teeth, and do devour
Which was but very seldom too, and then More sweetness in the compass of one hour,
It boded great mortality to men.

Than twice so many could in twice the time,
As were the trees, which on that common grew, For now the spring was in the very prime;
So were the cattle, starvelings; and a few

Till prickt with plenty, eas'd of all their lacks,
Asses and mules, and they were us'd to gnaw Their pamper'd bellies swoln above their backs,
The very earth to fill the hungry maw;

They tread and waddle all the goodly grass,
When they far'd best, lbey fed on fern and brack, Chat in the field there scarce a corner was
Their lean shrunk bellies cleav'd up to their back. Left free by them; and what they bad not
Of all the rest in that great waste that went,


(wallow'd. Of those quick carrions the most eminent

There they had dung'd, and laid 'em down and
Was a poor mule, upon that common bred, One with another they would lię and play,
And from his foaling farther never fed ;

And in the deep fog batten all the day.
The summer well-near ev'ry year was past, Thus a long while this merry life they led,
Ere he his ragged winter coat could cast;

Till ev'n like lard their thicken'd sides were fed.
And then the jade would get him to a tres

But on a time the weather being fair,
That had a rough bark, purposely, where he And season fit to take the pleasant air,
Rubbing his buttocks and his either side,

To view his pasture the rich owner went,
Would get the old hair from his starved hide; And see what grass the fruitful year had sent:
And tho' he were as naked as my nail,

Finding the feeding, for which he had toil'd
Yet he would whinny then, and wag the tail. To have kept safe, by these vile cattle spoil'd,
In this short pasture one day as he stood

He in a rage upon them-sets bis cur,
Ready to faint amongst the rest for food,

But for his ba wling not a beast would stir ;
Yet the poor beast (according to his kind)

Then whoots and shouts, and claps his hands;
Bearibg bis nostrils up into the wind,

but he
A sweet fresh feeding thought that he did vent, Might as well move the dull earth, or a tree,
(Nothing, as hunger, sharpeneth so the scent;) As once but stir them : when all would not do,
Por that not far there was a goodly ground, Last with his goad amongst them be doth go,
Which with sweet grass so greatly did abound, And some of them he grindeth in the launches,
That the fat soil seem'd to be over-fraught, Some in the flanks, that prickt their very paunebes:
Nor could bestow the burthen that he brought; But when they felt that they began to smart,
Besides that bounteons Nature did it stick

Upon a sudden they together start,
With sandry sorts of fragrant Bow'rs so thick, And drivc at him as fast as they could ding,
That when the warm and balmy south-wind blew, Tbey Airt, they yerk, they backward fluce and
The lascious smells o'er all the region few.

Led by his sense, at length this poor jade found As though the devil in their heels had been,
This pasture (fenc'd tho with a mighty mound, That to escape the danger he was in,
A pale and quickset circling it about,

He back and back into a quagmire by,
That nothing could get in, nor nothing out) Though with much peril, forced was to fly:
And with himself thus wittily doth cast:

But lightly treading thereupon, doth skitt,
*Well, I have found good pasture yet at last, Out of the bog his cumber'd feet to lift,
If by some means accomplish'd it might be;' When they the peril that do not forecast,
Round with the diteh immediately walks he ; In the stiff mud are quickly stabled fast:

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