Showing posts with label Boothby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boothby. Show all posts

Friday, June 16, 2023

Brooke Boothby (3)

Here are some more fables from Brooke Boothby's Fables and Satires, and you can click here for all the Boothby fables at this blog.


The Head and the Tail
That land accurs'd what ills betide,
Where the vile populace preside!
A Serpent's Tail address'd the Head:
"Too long I've followed you," it said,
"Tls now my turn to take the lead."
"Tis well," replied the Head, "proceed!"
The Tail, unus'd, went wrong and slow,
And blind and deaf, got many a blow;
Nor did the Head much better fare,
Condemned its leader's ills to share.

Cauda Serpentis et Caput


The Bird and the Arrow
The feather'd arrow in her side,
A Bird in plaintive accent cried,
''How sad it is the means to lend,
That brings us to a timeless end!"

Aquila et Sagitta


The Fly
A Fly, upon a chariot pole,
Sees sandy clouds about him roll;
And, puft with self-importance, cries,
"The dust I raise obscures the skies!''

Musca et Quadrigae


The Thief and the Pauper
He to whom fortune nothing gives,
Free from the dread of robbers lives.
A Pauper as he lay in bed,
Overhearing someone in his shed
Groping and searching all about,
Something of value to take out.
Cries, ''What by day I ne'er could see,
To find by night you'll lucky be!"


The Wolf and the Shepherd's Boy
In wantonness a Shepherd's boy
Alarm'd the neighbours with his cry;
"The Wolf! the Wolf!" and, when they came,
Of their lost labour made his game.
At last the Wolf when there indeed,
His real cries they did not heed;
He and his flock a prey were made,
And for his lies he dearly paid.
Those who are known to have deceived,
When they speak truth, are not believ'd.




Thursday, May 25, 2023

Brooke Boothby (2)

Here are some more fables from Brooke Boothby's Fables and Satires, and you can click here for all the Boothby fables at this blog.


The Wolf and the Shepherds
The powerful too oft abuse
Rights, which to others they refuse.
A prowling Wolf one evening put
His muzzle in a Shepherd's hut;
And there at table saw them seated,
To a young lamb's fat quarter treated.
"Aye, aye, 'tis very well," said he;
"Did you at such a feast find me,
The country up in arms would be."



The Storks and the Geese
The least to carry off who have
Themselves from danger readiest save.
Some Storks and Geese a farmer found
Marauding on his new-sown ground;
The lean Storks flying straight away.
Left the fat Geese the score to pay.



The Eagle and the Snail
An Eagle, thro' the air on sail,
On a high rock descried a Snail.
"How cam'st thou on this lofty steep?"
He said. "Sir," says the Snail, "I creep."
How many a reptile do we see
Crawl, where he ne'er was made to be!


The Ass, the Ape and the Mole
They who their sorrows most bemoan
May find worse miseries than their own.
An Ass his want of horns bewails;
An Ape that Apes are short of tails;
"What would you say," a Mole replies,
"Were you, like me, depriv'd of eyes?"

Asinus, Simius et Talpa


The Eagle and the Serpent
An Eagle, on the wing for prey.
Observed a Snake that sleeping lay,
And seiz'd him in her claws; the Snake
Us'd his last force revenge to take.
Dying, he writh'd his body round,
And gave his foe a mortal wound.
Tyrants will oft their ruin find
In ills for others they designed.



Wednesday, May 24, 2023

Brooke Boothby (1)

Sir Brooke Boothby (more info at Wikipedia) wrote one of the most comprehensive collections of Aesop's fables in English verse, which he published in two volumes: Fables and Satires. His Aesop project deserves to be better known, so I am excited to include here in my own Aesop project!

Here are five of his fable-poems:


The Fox and the Hedgehog
A wounded Fox disabled lay;
To drive tormenting flies away
A Hedgehog offered him his aid:
"No, Sir, I thank you," Reynard said;
"Already I have borne the ill;
These of my blood have suck'd their fill;
And should we now these robbers chase,
A hungry swarm would take their place."



The Gnat and the Ox
Cries to an Ox a little Gnat,
As perch'd upon his horn she sat,
"My weight fatigues you, Sir, I fear;"
Says Ox, ''I knew not thou wert there.''



The Sleep of the Wicked
Beneath a bower's protecting shade,
A wicked Minister was laid.
A gentle rivulet, winding round.
Murmuring, but made his sleep more sound.
"Should such a man have peaceful rest?"
Said one who long had known the pest:
"Yes," says his friend," while thus he lies,
"The world a short repose enjoys."


The Dog and the Quaker
Quakers forbidd'n are by their teachers,
To lift their hand against God's creatures.
But, injur'd, their revenge to take,
Their instruments of others make.
A Dog had stol'n from one of these.
His evening mess of bread and cheese.
He struck him not; but calling out
"Mad dog! Mad dog!" the rabble rout
Seizing on bludgeons, bricks, and stones,
Pursu'd the Dog, and broke his bones.


The Housewife and her Hen
A Housewife once a Hen possessed,
That every morning in her nest
Left a fine egg. Twice in the day
The Beldame wanted her to lay:
And so her nourishment increas'd.
Grown fat, to lay at all she ceas'd.