tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496618671380668252024-03-05T05:39:14.610-05:00Bestiaria Latina: English AesopEnglish versions of Aesop's fables.Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.comBlogger1146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-774958251761951492011-11-21T18:41:00.000-05:002011-11-21T18:42:29.755-05:00Davies: Apollo and Jupiter<span style="font-size:130%;">Said the far darter to the gods on high,<br />"Not one can farther shoot or throw than I."<br />In sport great Jove Apollo's challenge took,<br />And quick the lots in Mars' cap Hermes shook.<br />Luck was with Phoebus. Soon the golden bow<br />And string he circles, lets the arrow go,<br />And shoots within the gardens of the West.<br />Said Jove, when the same range his feet had prest,<br />"Space fails me, boy. To what point can I shoot?"<br />Thus without shaft he won the arrow's fruit.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 68.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2J4oUkHhTd2GbdYbilbIELUb1J3-T15PphJ79EZRE8ZVcqDzAco8lRsUN5u9ynNQ6ka_sRw1EBEZLIlF-0nwH3vIsLeJtPeZFbjcisLn7PTc0k8mLewPfN-JQp1pQAYDrHihQERGaz7zA/s1600/AH1L16Zeus2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2J4oUkHhTd2GbdYbilbIELUb1J3-T15PphJ79EZRE8ZVcqDzAco8lRsUN5u9ynNQ6ka_sRw1EBEZLIlF-0nwH3vIsLeJtPeZFbjcisLn7PTc0k8mLewPfN-JQp1pQAYDrHihQERGaz7zA/s400/AH1L16Zeus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888256996299650" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://www.sandrashaw.com/AH1L16.htm">image</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0766 Perry104</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-61910227464656210772011-11-21T18:38:00.001-05:002011-11-21T18:39:42.600-05:00Davies: The Wild Ass and the Lion<span style="font-size:130%;">Chase partners were the lion and wild ass:<br />That did in prowess, this in speed surpass:<br />A booty of fat beasts their hunt supplied,<br />Which into three the lion would divide.<br />"This first," said he, "as foremost, I shall take<br />In right of kinghood. That my equal stake<br />Marks as my part. And, for the hindmost lot,<br />'Twill cause you hurt, unless you flee, I wot."<br />Measure your strength, nor, with a man more strong,<br />To company or partnership belong. </span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a>.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuIrPvtia88CL8eB5C1pLLaCri_v6Lu-ApGOopygffitKmsEEXVza9Nrcq2LBrhh5HlmofF_0rb7b0fyhg5hYbGUgBxzH-6LvLkgH4KlG4Vdn7MUyJ2nhkmb3Y5apr6NxL6rHomOFjIcs/s1600/onager400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuIrPvtia88CL8eB5C1pLLaCri_v6Lu-ApGOopygffitKmsEEXVza9Nrcq2LBrhh5HlmofF_0rb7b0fyhg5hYbGUgBxzH-6LvLkgH4KlG4Vdn7MUyJ2nhkmb3Y5apr6NxL6rHomOFjIcs/s400/onager400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528445071299131842" border="0" /></a></div><hr />(an onager: <a href="http://bestiarialatina.pbworks.com/onager">image source</a>)<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">M0016 Perry339</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-19469211553209906562011-11-21T18:29:00.001-05:002011-11-21T18:31:24.757-05:00Davies: The Man with Two Wallets<span style="font-size:130%;">Prometheus was a god, an elder god:<br />Man, the brutes' lord, he fashion'd of the sod,<br />'Tis said, and round his neck two wallets hung,<br />Full of all ills that rise mankind among:<br />One holding others' faults in front was thrown;<br />The larger, slung behind him, held his own.<br />Hence others' falls, methinks, men clearly see,<br />But when one should look homeward, blind are we!</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 66.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4hyocbuQ0OLNsLRg8iD9lTv9vdTnC2SDGJIqhvJ-LyVrQXV0nK9NQfmUKpYQh77lACkoOpN0AfHaYqcyj2P2f5NcxNqIwHUmAyxgY5bUYnFZPH1PzELWVWYp11rMYlJn_X_ZUul3EFin/s1600/PrometheusSt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4hyocbuQ0OLNsLRg8iD9lTv9vdTnC2SDGJIqhvJ-LyVrQXV0nK9NQfmUKpYQh77lACkoOpN0AfHaYqcyj2P2f5NcxNqIwHUmAyxgY5bUYnFZPH1PzELWVWYp11rMYlJn_X_ZUul3EFin/s400/PrometheusSt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661704199576573458" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/Prometheus.html">Prometheus</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0793 Perry266</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-73267573990114989452011-11-21T18:25:00.002-05:002011-11-21T18:26:53.674-05:00Davies: The Crane and the Peacock<span style="font-size:130%;">To a bright-plumaged peacock smart and vain<br />This sharp retort fell from an ashen crane:<br />"Through these dull wings, whose colour you decry,<br />I scream aloft, in starry heights I fly.<br />You, cock-like, flap your wings. The tail you spread<br />With all its gold, is never seen o'erhead."<br />Rather would I in threadbare coat aspire<br />Than live inglorious, tho' in rich attire.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 65.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXK-q79prdFTzonJfdAmrkMMX9DPvY2gDtjqgSZ3HuUyo7UEiOHJ0aFlF9ihZPyfFEgdHnoivle86OWCRBO2qVqYMVS3CvAELX4rm3Gudfyfdiz5GdCRAb2zCcjymMVOPoqHzNcWXPLXz/s1600/4899320929_9ae71486f7_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXK-q79prdFTzonJfdAmrkMMX9DPvY2gDtjqgSZ3HuUyo7UEiOHJ0aFlF9ihZPyfFEgdHnoivle86OWCRBO2qVqYMVS3CvAELX4rm3Gudfyfdiz5GdCRAb2zCcjymMVOPoqHzNcWXPLXz/s400/4899320929_9ae71486f7_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677594431878168562" border="0" /></a><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-by-barlow.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Barlow images.<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0548 Perry294</span></div></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-5093543541603860632011-11-21T18:19:00.000-05:002011-11-21T18:20:29.724-05:00Davies: The Fir-Tree and the Bramble<span style="font-size:130%;">A fir tree and a bramble disagreed,<br />For the fir alway paid to self the meed<br />Of praise, "I'm fine, well-grown in point of size:<br />And my straight top is neighbour to the skies;<br />'Tis I am roof of mansions, keel of ships:<br />So much my comeliness all trees outstrips."<br />To whom the bramble said, "Keep well in view<br />The axe, whose business is thy trunk to hew,<br />And saws that cut thee: haply thou'lt prefer<br />To be the bramble rather than the fir."</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 64.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/4909079259/" title="Abies et Rubus by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4909079259_8b96c1b0ec.jpg" alt="Abies et Rubus" border="0" height="500" width="352" /></a></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustration-rackham.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Rackham images. I like the subtle way that Rackham turns the plants into something like people!<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0722 Perry304</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-11617987866722076352011-11-21T18:15:00.001-05:002011-11-21T18:15:57.568-05:00Davies: The Mule<span style="font-size:130%;">A mule in lazy manger fed on hay<br />And, fresh with corn, began to leap and say,<br />Kicking his heels, "A racer is my dam,<br />And I for her a match in fleetness am!"<br />Yet with sad visage soon his course he check'd,<br />Constrain'd his sire the ass to recollect.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 62.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/4915392378/" title="Mulus Superbus by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4915392378_cff5ebd7e7.jpg" alt="Mulus Superbus" border="0" height="312" width="400" /></a><br /></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-grandville.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Grandville images.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0256 Perry315</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-12346062605071510202011-11-21T17:34:00.002-05:002011-11-21T17:39:16.068-05:00Davies: The Hunter and the Fisherman<span style="font-size:130%;">A huntsman going laden from the hill,<br />A fisher too, whose fish his basket fill,<br />As luck would have it, chanced one day to meet,<br />And lo! the hunter thought the fish a treat;<br />The fisherman preferr'd the hunter's game.<br />So they exchanged their spoil. They did the same,<br />Each for a time, to suit the other's taste,<br />With all they took: till some one said, "You'll waste<br />And mar by use the present charm of these,<br />And each again will seek what used to please."</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 61.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU7wBedeaVuLb9GkMXGNxE7XzcHSXvvy8KTF0vShwRPgtIgKpsR4S0dsX9IfeHiwpOadNLeyKP-DinuV_cG7bMmb7C1CpOSc-EHAm85XGSijq-xlpgHU5E136ahyphenhyphen7I8ZOWtCZZ9IxHITK/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+5.37.53+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU7wBedeaVuLb9GkMXGNxE7XzcHSXvvy8KTF0vShwRPgtIgKpsR4S0dsX9IfeHiwpOadNLeyKP-DinuV_cG7bMmb7C1CpOSc-EHAm85XGSijq-xlpgHU5E136ahyphenhyphen7I8ZOWtCZZ9IxHITK/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+5.37.53+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677582191659919426" border="0" /></a><hr />(<a href="http://arthousereproductions.com/boy-with-a-basket-of-fish-p-23200.html">image source</a>)<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(not in Mille - Perry327)</span><br /></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-22555413229016281382011-11-21T17:30:00.000-05:002011-11-21T17:31:11.305-05:00Davies: The Mouse that Fell into the Pot<span style="font-size:130%;">A mouse into a lid-less broth pot fell;<br />Choked with the grease and bidding life farewell,<br />He said, "My fill of meat and drink have I,<br />And all good things; 'tis time that I should die."<br />Thou art that dainty mouse among mankind,<br />If hurtful sweets are not by thee declined.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 60.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_EXUxqEP0qSwtR3RXXXukBe3FrzBLy7QuroQkHw1rf4QoTwSyCcKgoy4tsQ9UP8sbNkZR6xiM-bCLVZfQGBJeHbH1y7a7YFTOXPYptt3qqFXaKdfxa2VmdHUGDTq2P9WIJ2tZzN9Cyhp/s1600/1559942371.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_EXUxqEP0qSwtR3RXXXukBe3FrzBLy7QuroQkHw1rf4QoTwSyCcKgoy4tsQ9UP8sbNkZR6xiM-bCLVZfQGBJeHbH1y7a7YFTOXPYptt3qqFXaKdfxa2VmdHUGDTq2P9WIJ2tZzN9Cyhp/s400/1559942371.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529201122365205762" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://us.books-online-store.net/node/books/children-books/animals/1184537_6.html">image source</a>)</div><hr /><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0201 Perry167</span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-23935589700329869362011-11-21T17:28:00.001-05:002011-11-21T17:28:36.987-05:00Davies: Jove's Cask<span style="font-size:130%;">Jove in a cask all blessings pack'd and hid,<br />A charge for man: but first secured the lid.<br />Unbridled man, agog to scan the gift<br />And its contents, essay'd the top to lift.<br />Releas'd, each blessing mounted to the sky<br />And would not bide below, when free to fly.<br />Hope only tarried. Her the lid secured<br />When closed at last. And thus hath Hope endured<br />In human homes. In her sole form we see<br />Earnest of all the goods that then did flee.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 58.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG57A-UcgloNjR3XuA6rd9u4uQhGKgHy6ng4FfkHUBFwkUd7bTlfACmNOl6n3FDbdmSNL5SqBp6lhHVOHBYbnLp3H_t8b7meFJuxXJDRdG1kocCwwYuCp6t_V_QoxmMIGRsm2Da6DEr3ry/s1600/533px-Aardewerk_knossos.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG57A-UcgloNjR3XuA6rd9u4uQhGKgHy6ng4FfkHUBFwkUd7bTlfACmNOl6n3FDbdmSNL5SqBp6lhHVOHBYbnLp3H_t8b7meFJuxXJDRdG1kocCwwYuCp6t_V_QoxmMIGRsm2Da6DEr3ry/s400/533px-Aardewerk_knossos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600469032606905634" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Aardewerk_knossos.JPG">image</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0775 Perry312</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-28054533659679921502011-11-21T17:22:00.000-05:002011-11-21T17:23:31.230-05:00Davies: Jupiter and the Monkey<span style="font-size:130%;">A baby show with prizes Jove decreed<br />For all the beasts and gave the choice due heed.<br />A monkey mother came among the rest,<br />A naked, snub-nosed pug upon her breast<br />She bore, in mother's fashion. At the sight<br />Assembled gods were moved to laugh outright.<br />Said she, "Jove knoweth where his prize will fall;<br />I know my child's the beauty of them all!"<br />This Fable will a general law attest:<br />That each one deems that what's his own is best.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a>.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/4909664864/" title="Simia et Iuppiter - Osius by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4909664864_458a2ff657.jpg" alt="Simia et Iuppiter - Osius" border="0" height="277" width="400" /></a><br /></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-osius.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Osius images.<hr /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>M0107 Perry364</span></span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-58284755248138607272011-11-21T17:20:00.001-05:002011-11-21T17:20:42.237-05:00Davies: The Ox and the Ass<span style="font-size:130%;">With a she-ass, best shift his means allow'd<br />A tiller yoked his only ox, and plough'd.<br />When these he was preparing to unyoke,<br />Their work being over, thus the ass bespoke<br />The ox: "Who carries home the old man's gear?"<br />"The beast whose wont it is," said he, "'tis clear." </span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 55.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGLd_OWfixNgNSdmaUtswC4LwDTYpm-Ki04YiKAI73I5t-PD0YMcAe9MMvyrHBpBjFnLJqp4sRXd47mSH_jyv2T3lbSInQyxBjkAF7VPNbuSYGqmWelSQvDNLq0FA050U28JoKHPp0uI/s1600/native_bethlehem_100.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGLd_OWfixNgNSdmaUtswC4LwDTYpm-Ki04YiKAI73I5t-PD0YMcAe9MMvyrHBpBjFnLJqp4sRXd47mSH_jyv2T3lbSInQyxBjkAF7VPNbuSYGqmWelSQvDNLq0FA050U28JoKHPp0uI/s400/native_bethlehem_100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470963003640687570" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://www.historyfish.net/castles/costume2.html">image source</a>)</div><hr /><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0223 Perry292</span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-52711979939897265392011-11-21T17:16:00.000-05:002011-11-21T17:17:30.011-05:00Davies: The Wolf and the Fox<span style="font-size:130%;">A hapless fox fell in a wild wolf's way<br />And pray'd him her old life to spare, not slay.<br />"I will, by Pan, I will," the wolf replied,<br />"If in thy next three words thou hast not lied."<br />"Well: first then," said she, "would we had not met!"<br />Next that a blind wolf had my path beset!<br />And third, and last," she added, "go for ever:<br />I trust from this day forth to meet thee never!"</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 53.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIa3hVSAkLm0y4YXy1ONnHZZgIULnf1J2Usyew4RAg6zAX5xvCSxoortnb2KywO5kQ-0iG2dqxpxhyphenhyphenKplx17pqzG1kcWihh3NopXpmNcpg1izc_TNodc5v6Rp0I_V3E32HflN-fDt_18/s1600/Foxscarede2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIa3hVSAkLm0y4YXy1ONnHZZgIULnf1J2Usyew4RAg6zAX5xvCSxoortnb2KywO5kQ-0iG2dqxpxhyphenhyphenKplx17pqzG1kcWihh3NopXpmNcpg1izc_TNodc5v6Rp0I_V3E32HflN-fDt_18/s400/Foxscarede2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470959773506390674" border="0" /></a></div></div><hr />Here is an image for the story (<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Rv56BVzCexFCC9Wua3N7gQ">image source</a>) showing the defiant fox.<hr /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>M0072 Perry159</span></span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-5425693832355768562011-11-21T17:12:00.001-05:002011-11-21T17:12:53.681-05:00Davies: The Driver and the Waggon<span style="font-size:130%;">Strong bulls to town upon their shoulders drew<br />A four wheel'd wain. Its creakings were not few.<br />Then was the driver wroth and drawing near<br />He spoke so plain it could not choose but hear,<br />"Thou worst of goods, will not thy groaning cease,<br />Though they, whose shoulders draw thee, hold their peace?"<br />It is a base man's way to raise a moan<br />As if the toil of others were his own.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 52.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/3680235018/" title="Boves et Trabes by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3637/3680235018_ffbdd72cf8.jpg" alt="Boves et Trabes" border="0" height="500" width="380" /></a><br /></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-detmold.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Detmold images.<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0287 Perry045</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-78415939340812494942011-11-21T17:09:00.000-05:002011-11-21T17:10:00.521-05:00Davies: The Widow and the Sheep<span style="font-size:130%;">A widow kept at home a single sheep<br />Out of whose fleece a larger gain to reap<br />She clipp'd it rudely, press'd the shears too near<br />Its flesh, and kept them not from wounding clear.<br />The smarting sheep cried, "Do not torture me!<br />My blood in weight will small addition be.<br />Nay, mistress, nay! My flesh if you require,<br />To kill me quick, a practis'd butcher hire,<br />But if 'tis fleece and wool, not flesh, you need, Shearers will shear me, yet not make me bleed."</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 51.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9n7r3WaXrHzEvesHf1eAxrrnX5aXb_6bwlvSD_5S8g4-jwAlxLQoa6URlFauwpmtBAxcQfirU6H45fFBbcRmx5-zO9AQokPp0dFHs5uWwZqI0Q3ZZr-Nu1iUOXGQ7JHYlujOHLmuijR8/s1600/img200.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9n7r3WaXrHzEvesHf1eAxrrnX5aXb_6bwlvSD_5S8g4-jwAlxLQoa6URlFauwpmtBAxcQfirU6H45fFBbcRmx5-zO9AQokPp0dFHs5uWwZqI0Q3ZZr-Nu1iUOXGQ7JHYlujOHLmuijR8/s400/img200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555594948469573474" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beastgallery193.htm#">Image Source</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0308 Perry212</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-71391878096663920702011-11-21T17:05:00.002-05:002011-11-21T17:06:48.990-05:00Davies: The Workman and Fortune<span style="font-size:130%;">Close to a well a workman slept one night,<br />Unwittingly. But Fortune met his sight.<br />He seem d to hear, "What ho there, sirrah, wake!<br />Lest of thy tumble I the blame should take<br />Among mankind and earn an uglier name:<br />For each man's trips and haps I bear the blame,<br />Howe'er his own the fault, 'tis just the same."</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 49.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPHEhYw_gUjwrE9DQfyCZDrH-RKXa1uvpCZeMDys2_ZzYFxladfh2bEPkl_N3YT06DpT0m2SG9-ebXcRIHNw6jOgvNkacypUM37CGu0zRt7rF8ZQGhoaWJ5lOOOfii70As7n8yE3F2Kwr/s1600/4914784651_4697763438_o.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPHEhYw_gUjwrE9DQfyCZDrH-RKXa1uvpCZeMDys2_ZzYFxladfh2bEPkl_N3YT06DpT0m2SG9-ebXcRIHNw6jOgvNkacypUM37CGu0zRt7rF8ZQGhoaWJ5lOOOfii70As7n8yE3F2Kwr/s400/4914784651_4697763438_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573809800814210" border="0" /></a><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-grandville.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Grandville images.<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">M0813 Perry174 </span><br /></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-66361384107775361072011-11-21T17:01:00.000-05:002011-11-21T17:02:14.641-05:00Davies: The Sick Stag<span style="font-size:130%;">A stag whose lissome joints grew stiff had made<br />A grassy couch outside a woodland shade,<br />Hence ample fodder to his need he found.<br />Till soon, to see their neighbour, gathered round<br />Whole tribes of beasts (a right good neighbour he!) Each came, and each with his supplies made free<br />By thoughtless nibbling, ere it sought the wood.<br />Thus sank, not by disease, but want of food,<br />A stag that scarce had yet two crow-lives told:<br />Had he lack'd friends, he haply had died old!"</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 46.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/3676308545/" title="Cervus et Amici Eius by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/3676308545_e7fbb3f85b.jpg" alt="Cervus et Amici Eius" border="0" height="316" width="400" /></a><br /></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-weir.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Harrison Weir images. <hr /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>M0155 Perry305</span></span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-42913115987629565012011-11-21T16:57:00.002-05:002012-01-25T19:59:45.024-05:00Davies: The Bulls and the Lion<span style="font-size:130%;">Three bulls together in one pasture grazed.<br />Of seizing these a lion's hopes were raised;<br />He thought their union all his aims would foil,<br />So with deep festering slanders to embroil<br />The friends he bent his mind. Asunder they<br />Became in turns the lion's easy prey.<br />If thou wouldst live securely to the end,<br />Distrust a foe but hold thou fast a friend.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 44.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QDsNpGfSA3qJaLU0jH0n7_-ouPyoJupbeTKDWRYpVT-Dtn_P5l_BFG_ncQ0JQCLXuuGS1wwyCewRSsIBT5aweaQidCmbaMtxUF2j13KqPBUSP9eBFwZsDJbpylDYWCTL_haLaZVq-EiM/s1600/4924957765_b74ccde044_o.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QDsNpGfSA3qJaLU0jH0n7_-ouPyoJupbeTKDWRYpVT-Dtn_P5l_BFG_ncQ0JQCLXuuGS1wwyCewRSsIBT5aweaQidCmbaMtxUF2j13KqPBUSP9eBFwZsDJbpylDYWCTL_haLaZVq-EiM/s400/4924957765_b74ccde044_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571778122964546" border="0" /></a><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-heighway.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Heighway images. <hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">M0004 Perry372</span></div></div></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-61180825944861945182011-11-21T16:50:00.001-05:002011-11-21T16:54:28.819-05:00Davies: The Dog and the Cook<span style="font-size:130%;">High feast a cit was holding at the end<br />Of sacrifice. His house dog ask'd a friend<br />Whom he had met to come and share his meal.<br />He came. The cook upraised him by the heel<br />And toss'd him o'er the wall into the street,<br />Whom when each dog did with the question greet, "What cheer?" he said, "What more could be desired, When I scarce know by what way I retired?"</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 42.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38299630@N05/4915068812/" title="Canis et Coquus by laurakgibbs, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4915068812_fe1446eb51.jpg" alt="Canis et Coquus" border="0" height="432" width="400" /></a><br /></div><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-tenniel-and-wolf.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Tenniel-Wolf images. What a great illustration: you can see the friendly dog of the house who issued the invitation up there in the window with the cook!<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0381 Perry328</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-73532486538324332112011-11-21T16:49:00.002-05:002011-11-21T16:50:49.960-05:00Davies: The Lizard<span style="font-size:130%;">'Tis said a lizard burst its back in twain<br />In vain attempts a dragon's size t'attain.<br />Hurt to thyself will be thy certain fate,<br />If men far higher thou shouldst imitate.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 41.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGNdIJgL8WsvRCEK6d-eawecbtz5DNpPXt-wxPCCdsmlHyMzeKtBPjINxygcysokqRCYw057MxXW5rGaDPO9ZGTMJAXC1rOv-MWYjKgefhbya3Gqwt1F-O6dmZkoNgsi6kfFYa5jgsIyF/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.49.27+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGNdIJgL8WsvRCEK6d-eawecbtz5DNpPXt-wxPCCdsmlHyMzeKtBPjINxygcysokqRCYw057MxXW5rGaDPO9ZGTMJAXC1rOv-MWYjKgefhbya3Gqwt1F-O6dmZkoNgsi6kfFYa5jgsIyF/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.49.27+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677569660998385218" border="0" /></a><hr />(<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crydin/367568479/in/faves-candywwgm/">image source</a>)<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(not in Mille - Perry371)</span><br /></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-91232438749299878992011-11-21T16:30:00.000-05:002011-11-21T16:41:00.532-05:00Davies: The Dolphins and the Crab<span style="font-size:130%;">'Twixt whales and dolphins there was difference great:<br />And to them came a crab to mediate.<br />Just as in states, if one of small renown<br />Should act peacemaker for each rival crown. </span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 39.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdJQgnIuuws8qGT1ICuJzHmIFgLZD0djHjlIPMfdTfbGTSRx0lMvMNVyxWD6WefjbMLKZqYjp34zs3emZvp1TbTD4x9qifqzQ6BKuDUqGmWILjPFwt-oXA9iGcHFl7DN_ySaqx_V9rz54/s1600/sn-dolphins-main.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdJQgnIuuws8qGT1ICuJzHmIFgLZD0djHjlIPMfdTfbGTSRx0lMvMNVyxWD6WefjbMLKZqYjp34zs3emZvp1TbTD4x9qifqzQ6BKuDUqGmWILjPFwt-oXA9iGcHFl7DN_ySaqx_V9rz54/s400/sn-dolphins-main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657616621541763746" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://news.sciencemag.org/sciencenow/2010/02/dolphin-diabetes-could-be-import.html">image</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> M0598 Perry062</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-12724529348657939822011-11-21T16:28:00.000-05:002011-11-21T16:29:26.032-05:00Davies: The Pine<span style="font-size:130%;">Some woodmen bent a forest pine to split<br />Into each fissure sundry wedges fit<br />To keep the void and render work more light.<br /> Out groan d the pine, "Why should I vent my spite<br />Against the axe which never touch'd my root,<br />So much as these curst wedges, mine own fruit,<br />Which rend me through inserted here and there!"<br />A fable this, intended to declare,<br />That not so dreadful is a stranger's blow<br />As wrongs which men receive from those they know. </span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 38.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3wccnhV5jG3xXc2fWeBvdXf5aMbDKgXK44myYhpIA8qqW47FeAoHPirpZYjuWRlYbv34sDbo3zqo2Y5y6UYR8VdAeV34KxYE-FdsySkpL5vGDC6_NJJHts0EXHMEXBqfj6CJgUxdVYwU/s1600/split3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3wccnhV5jG3xXc2fWeBvdXf5aMbDKgXK44myYhpIA8qqW47FeAoHPirpZYjuWRlYbv34sDbo3zqo2Y5y6UYR8VdAeV34KxYE-FdsySkpL5vGDC6_NJJHts0EXHMEXBqfj6CJgUxdVYwU/s400/split3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620883360476126690" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://www.woodworkingtalk.com/f26/splitting-big-log-wedges-pics-4780/">image</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0724 Perry303</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-83867682738940980412011-11-21T16:23:00.000-05:002011-11-21T16:24:56.950-05:00Davies: The Monkeys<span style="font-size:130%;">Twins at each birth the female monkey bears,<br />Yet gives not them her love in equal shares.<br />For, by her illstarr'd fondness one opprest<br />Is kill'd with kindness in her rugged breast.<br />The other as a useless idiot thrown<br />Adrift, an outcast, thrives when left alone.<br />Men's natures oft are such, that friendliness<br />In them than hate is to be chosen less.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 35.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wwXH6W_GkPOfX609Wvs5CUFFQdo5qPaImi-7HNoVCWHKA1ESKYPGRDe4B7tclnm7PAgYM9aqmJ603ZkOrANnoPl366szrLi89VtEhy6RCh5LfRpPjB5KWfgq6UpUH8fCqHyxuo4_skzW/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.23.29+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wwXH6W_GkPOfX609Wvs5CUFFQdo5qPaImi-7HNoVCWHKA1ESKYPGRDe4B7tclnm7PAgYM9aqmJ603ZkOrANnoPl366szrLi89VtEhy6RCh5LfRpPjB5KWfgq6UpUH8fCqHyxuo4_skzW/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.23.29+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677562938862060690" border="0" /></a><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-osius.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the Osius images. <hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">M0108 Perry218</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-29102126869971129852011-11-21T16:17:00.001-05:002011-11-21T16:19:30.285-05:00Davies: The Cat and Venus<span style="font-size:130%;">A cat that loved a handsome man was blest<br />By the Loves' mother granting her request:<br />To change her shape permission Venus gave<br />For lovely woman's: such who would not rave<br />Unless he won? 'Twas now the man's to bend<br />To love and marriage. At the banquet's end<br />A mouse ran past. Down the deep couch's side<br />Intent upon its capture sprang the bride.<br />The nuptials ceased. Love vanish'd from among<br />His mocking sports. For nature was too strong.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 32.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3UG03yUTKpKD5hBTlT2MIcEkp_iFtu0261Tu7Hn_wTQIs8mCiWj3lEKbzvGsDjQmtfwV7nnOhSj7MG-tDgf8qVLZ7jWbwUWHBmkCbmYYXk-4WL2IQnSA_eRoX0P4pxec2-5WbdPNLdsm/s1600/4924595679_fbdfce6620_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3UG03yUTKpKD5hBTlT2MIcEkp_iFtu0261Tu7Hn_wTQIs8mCiWj3lEKbzvGsDjQmtfwV7nnOhSj7MG-tDgf8qVLZ7jWbwUWHBmkCbmYYXk-4WL2IQnSA_eRoX0P4pxec2-5WbdPNLdsm/s400/4924595679_fbdfce6620_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677561641670307106" border="0" /></a><hr />Click here for a <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://millefabulae.blogspot.com/2010/08/aesop-illustrations-croxall-1867.html">SLIDESHOW</a> of all the images from this edition of Croxall's Aesop.<hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0397 Perry050</span></div></div></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-43134199475306099802011-11-21T16:13:00.001-05:002011-11-21T16:14:41.796-05:00Davies: The Sculptor and Mercury<span style="font-size:130%;">A man had wrought a Mercury for sale<br />In marble. Would-be buyers did not fail.<br />One for a pillar (he'd just lost a son)<br />To buy it wish'd; for a god's statue, one.<br />Night came: yet it the sculptor had not sold.<br />So he agreed at morn again t' unfold<br />The statue, if they'd come. In slumber deep<br />He gazed on Hermes at the gates of sleep,<br />Who said, "Good measure of my worth you take,<br />Since god or corpse of me you mean to make." </span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 30.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_e944z-Atu7MnFypaopziHVGTlRpI0DtepQwYrG1IYvdUmXA9ZmoHft12ViMyagR0P0sCrPOvYN96CYz9KI9Cahe4Z7l0ufjEtEnASdFLg7hNfng1vT9eBu1PFHE5Fte8P1X0ETAB_9kw/s1600/tumblr_lgcarfykDq1qh3iw7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_e944z-Atu7MnFypaopziHVGTlRpI0DtepQwYrG1IYvdUmXA9ZmoHft12ViMyagR0P0sCrPOvYN96CYz9KI9Cahe4Z7l0ufjEtEnASdFLg7hNfng1vT9eBu1PFHE5Fte8P1X0ETAB_9kw/s400/tumblr_lgcarfykDq1qh3iw7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661702307224734994" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://mercurialmemetics.tumblr.com/page/28">image</a>)</div><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">(not in Mille Perry307)</span></div></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249661867138066825.post-84425155313536325802011-11-21T16:05:00.000-05:002011-11-21T16:06:17.012-05:00Davies: The Aged Horse<span style="font-size:130%;">Once an old horse was sold to work the mill<br />And yok'd each eve a grinder's task to fill.<br />At last it groan'd and said, "What courses past,<br />Round what strange millers' turns I wheel at last!"<br />Be not too much with fortune's hopes elate;<br />Age ends for many in a troubled state.</span><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://englishaesop.blogspot.com/2011/11/davies-fables-of-babrius.html">Davies: Fables of Babrius</a> = Babrius 29.<br /><hr /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7A8SNOrmTVIv9Px3m7ej4xuLcXR6u0M2ZsW00sgw_OiSotP1WmmjqJIsbUtE_Td2shcor5M-aNEiFGwlE2NF6T7tEkI8QmsyQzXtFVFZpQFhPVOex3Hr23NiDlPXg1U1AjwZGlhwO8Eg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-22+at+11.09.07+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7A8SNOrmTVIv9Px3m7ej4xuLcXR6u0M2ZsW00sgw_OiSotP1WmmjqJIsbUtE_Td2shcor5M-aNEiFGwlE2NF6T7tEkI8QmsyQzXtFVFZpQFhPVOex3Hr23NiDlPXg1U1AjwZGlhwO8Eg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-22+at+11.09.07+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531073414942201474" border="0" /></a></div><hr /><div align="center">(<a href="http://www.bibleplaces.com/samplenewsletter.htm">image source</a>: although this is a donkey, you get the idea)<br /></div><hr /><span style="font-size: 85%;">M0275 Perry318</span></div>Laura Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994025992373244815noreply@blogger.com0