Sr. Roger L'Estrange Knt.  
VOS NON VOBIS  
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FABLES, OF AESOP And other Eminent MYTHOLOGISTS:  
WITH Morals and reflections.  
By Sir Roger L'Estrange, Kt.  
LONDON,  
Printed for R. Sare, T. Sawbridge, B. Took, M. Gillyflower, A. & I. Churchil, and I. Hindmarsh, 1692.   

THE PREFACE.  
WE have had the History of Aesop so many times over and over, and drest-up so many several Ways; that it would be- but Labour Lost to Multiply Unprofitable Conjectures upon a Tradition of so Great Uncertainty. Writers are divided about him, almost to all manner of purposes: And particularly concerning the Authority, even of the greater part of Those Compositions that pass the World in his Name: For, the Story is come down to us so Dark and Doubtful, that it is Impossible to Distinguish the Original from the Copy: And to say, which of the Fables are Aesop's, and which not; which are Genuine, and which Spurious: Beside, that there are divers Inconsistencies upon the Point of Chronology, in the Account of his Life, (as Maximus Planudes, and Others have delivered it) which the whole Earth can never Reconcile. Vavasor the Josuite, in a Tract of his, de Ludicra Dictione, takes Notice of some four or five Gross Mistakes of This Kind. [Planudes (says he) brings Aesop to Ba●…ylon, in the Reign of Lycerus; where there never was such a Prince heard of, from Nabonassar (the first King of Babylon) to Alexander the Great. He tells also of his going into Egypt in the Days of King Nectenabo; which Nectenabo came not into the World till well nigh Two Hundred Years after him. And so he makes him Greet his Mistress upon his first Entrance into his Master's House, with a Bitter Sentence against Women out of Euripides; (as he pretends) when yet Aesop had been Dead, a matter of Fourscore Years, before tother was Born. And once again, He brings him in, Talking of the Pyraean Port, in his Fable of the Ape and the Dolphin: A Port, that the very Name on't was never thought of, till about the Seventy sixth Olympiad: And Aesop was murdered, in the Four and Fifti'th.] This is enough in All Conscience, to Excuse any Man from laying overmuch Stress upon the Historical Credit of a Relation, that comes so Blindly, and so Variously Transmitted to us: Over and above, that it is not one jot to our business (further than to Gratify an Idle Curiosity) whether the Fact be True or False; whether the Man was straight, or Crooked; and his Name, Aesop, or (as some will have it) Lochman: In All which Cases, the Reader is left at Liberty to Believe his Pleasure. We are not here, upon the Name, the Person, or the Adventures of This Great Man; but upon the Subject of his Apologues and Morals; And not of His alone, but of several other Eminent Men that have Written after his Copy; and abundantly Contributed in those Labours, to the Delight, Benefit, and Instruction of Those that were to come after them.  
There are, 'tis True, a Certain Set of Morose and Untractable Spirits in the World, that look upon Precepts in Emblem, as they do upon Gays and Pictures, that are only fit for Women and Children, and make no more reckoning of them, then of the Fooleries of so many Old Wives Tales. These are a sort of People that are resolved to be pleased with nothing that is not Unsociably sour, Ill natured, and Troublesome; Men that make it the Mark as well as the Prerogative of a Philosopher, to be Magisterial, and Churlish; As if a Man could not be Wise and Honest, without being inhuman; or, I might have said, without putting an Affront upon Christian Charity, Civil Society, Decency and Good Manners: But they are not ware All this while, that the Foundations of Knowledge and virtue are laid in our Childhood; when Nothing goes Kindly down with us, that is not seasoned and Adapted to the Palate and Capacity of ' those Tender Years. 'Tis in the very Nature of us, first, to be Inquisitive, and Hankering after New and New Sights and Stories: And 2dly, No less solicitous to Learn and Understand the Truth and Meaning of what we See and Hear: So that betwixt the Indulging and Cultivating of This Disposition, or Inclination, on the One hand, and the Applying of a Profitable Moral to the Figure, or the Fable, on the Other, here's the Sum of All that can be done upon the Point of a Timely Discipline and Institution, toward the Forming of an Honourable, and a virtuous Life. Most Certain it is, that without This Early Care and Attention, upon the Main, we are as good as Lost in our very Cradles; for the Principles that we Imbibe in our Youth, we carry commonly to our Graves; and it is the Education, in short, that makes the Man. To speak All, in a Few Words, Children are but Blank Paper, ready Indifferently for any Impression, Good or Bad, for they take All upon Credit; and it is much in the Power of the first Comer, to Write Saint, or Devil upon't, which of the Two He pleases. Wherefore let the Method of Communication be never so Natural and Agreeable, the Better, the Worse still, if the Matter be not Suited to the Prudence, the Piety, and the Tenderness that is Requisite in the Exercise of such a Function. Now This is a Nicety that Depends, in a Great Measure, upon the Care, Providence, Sobriety, Conduct and Good Example of Parents, Guardians, Tutors, etc. Nay it Descends to the very Choice of such Nurses, Servants, and Familiar Companions, as will apply themselves Diligently to the Discharge of This Office.  
As it is beyond All Dispute, I suppose, that the Delight and Genius of Children, lies much toward the Hearing, Learning, and Telling of Little Stories; So this Consideration holds forth to us a kind of Natural Direction to begin our approaches upon that Quarter, toward the Initiating of them into some sort of Sense▪ and Understanding of their Duty. And This may most properly be done in a way of History and Moral; and in such a manner, that the Truth and Reason of Things, may be Artificially and Effectually Insinuated, under the Cover, either of a Real Fact, or of a Supposed One: But then These very Lessons Themselves may be Gilt and sweetened, as we Order Pills and Potions; so as to take off the Disgust of the Remedy; for it holds, both in virtue, and in Health, that we love to be Instructed, as well as plisicked, with Pleasure. This is an Article that would both Bear and Require a Volume: But without Dwelling any longer upon it, I shall content myself with some short General Touches, and so Proceed.  
It may be laid down in the First Place, for an Universal Rule, never to suffer Children to Learn any thing, (now Seeing, and Hearing, with Them, is Learning) but what they may be the Better for All their Lives after. And it is not sufficient neither, to keep Men clear of any Thought, Word or Deed, that's Foul, Scandalous, and Dishonest; but there are Twenty Insipid Twittle-Twattles, Frothy Jests, and jingling Witticisms, that look, as if they had not Hurt in them; and yet the Wonting of us to the Use and Liking of These levitieses, Leads, and Inures us to a misunderstanding of Things, that's no less Dangerous than a Corruption o●… Manners. Beside, that there's no need of Entertaining them with These Fopperies, having so much Choice of Useful Matter at hand, and as Good Cheap. Briefly, in the Case of This Method of Instruction and Institution, let but the Fancy or the Figure be Clear and Pertinent, and the Doctrine in the Direction of it can never fail of being so too. But without This Guard and Caution upon the Conduct of the Affair, This Humour of Mythology may turn to a poison instead of a Nourishment: And under the Pretext of a Lecture of Good Government, Degenerate into an Encouragement to Vanity and Debauch. For while the Memory is Firm, and the judgement Weak, it is the Director's Part to Judge for the Pupil, as it is the Disciples, to Remember for Himself; And we are also to take This along with us, that when a Child has once Contracted an Ill Train or Habit, it will Cost as much time to Blot out what he is to Forget, as to Possess him of what he is to Retain in his Memory.  
Let it not be Understood now, as if the Thing itself were Childish, because of the Application of it; or as if Boys and Men were not Indifferently of the same Make, and Accountable more or less for the same Faculties and Duties. So that the Force and Dignity of This way of Operation, holds good in all Cases alike; For there's Nothing makes a Deeper Impression upon the Minds of Men, or comes more Lively to their Understanding, than Those I●…structive Notices that are conveyed to them by Glances, Insinuations, and surprise; and under the Cover of some Allegory or Riddle. But, What can be said more to the Honour of This Symbolical Way of Morallizing upon Tales and Fables, then that the Wisdom of the Ancients has been still W●…apt up in Veils and Figures; and their Precepts, counsels, and sal●…tary Monitions for the Ordering of our Lives and Manners, Handed down to us from all Antiquity under Innuendo's and Allusions? For what are the Egyptian hierogliphics, and the whole History of the Pagan Gods; The Hints, and Fictions of the Wise Men of Old, but i●… Effect, a kind of Philosophical Mythology: Which is, in truth, no other, than a more Agreeable Vehicle found out for Conveying to us the Truth and Reason of Things, through the Medium of Images and Shadows. But what needs any thing more be said for the Reputation and Authority of This Practice and Invention, considering the Frequent and the Edifying Use of Apologues in Holy Writ: And that our Blessed Saviour Himself, has not only Recommended, but Inculcated, This way of Teaching by Parab●…es, both in his Doctrine and Example, as the Means that Divine Providence made use of for the Gaining of Idolaters and Infidels over to the Christian Faith? What was it that brought, even David himself to a Sight and Detestation of h●… Sin in the Matter of Uriah, and to a Sense of his Duty, but the Prophet Nathan's telling him a Story at a Distance (and by God's Own Direction too) of a Rich Man that had a World of Sheep himself, and yet forced away a Poor Man's Only Lamb from him, that he loved as his Own Soul? How did David take Fire at This Iniquity in Another Man, till upon second Thoughts his Conscience brought it home to his Own Case, and forced him to pass judgement upon Himself? Now This is but according to the Natural bias of Humane Frailty, for every Man to be Partial to his own Blind-side, and to Exclaim against the very Counterpart of his Own Daily Practice. As what's more Ordinary, for Example, then for the most Arbitrary of Tyrants, to set up for the Advocates and Patrons of Common Liberty; or for the most Profligate of Scoffers and Atheists, to Value themselves upon a Zeal for the Power, and Purity of the Gospel? In two Words, What's more Familiar then to see Men Fight the Lord's battles (as they call it) against Blasphemy and profaneness, with One hand; and at the same time offering Violence to his Holy Altars, Church and Ministers with the Other: Now These People are not to be dealt withal, but by a Train of Mystery and Circumlocution; a Downright Admonition looks liker the Reproach of an Enemy, than the Advice of a Friend; or at the Best, it is but the Good Office of a Man that has an Ill Opinion of us: And we do not Naturally Love to be Told of our Faults, by the Witnesses of our Failings. Some People are too Proud, too Surly, too Impudent, too Incorrigible, either to Bear, or to Mend upon the Liberty of Plain Dealing. Others are too Big ●…gain, too Powerful, too Vindictive, and Dangerous, for either Reproof, or council, in Direct Terms. They Hate any Man that's but Conscious of their Wickedness, and their Misery is like the Stone in the Bladder; There are Many Things Good for't, but there's No Coming at it; and neither the Pulpit, the Stage, nor the Press, Dares so much ●…s Touch upon't. How much are we obliged then, to Those Wise, Good Men, that have furnished the World with so sure, and so Pleasant an Expedient, for the Removing of All These Difficulties! And to Aesop, in the First Place, as the Founder, and Original Author, or inventor of This Art of Schooling Mankind into Better Manners; by Minding Men of their Errors without Twitting them for what's Amiss, and by That Means Flashing the Light of their Own Consciences in their Own Faces! We are brought Naturally enough, by the judgement we pass upon the Vices and Follies of our Neighbour, to the Sight and Sense of our Own; and Especially, when we are led to the Knowledge of the Truth of Matters by Significant Types, and Proper Resemblances; for we are much more Affected with the Images of things, then with the True Reason of them. Men that are Shot-free against All the Attacques of Honour, Conscience, Shame, Good Faith, Humanity, or Common Justice, have yet some Weak side or other, like Achilles' Heel, that was never dipped; and This Contrivance of Application, by Hints, and Glances, is the Only way under the Heavens to Hit it. [Who shall say to a King, What Dost thou?] comes up to the very Stress of This Topique. There's no Meddli●…g with Princes, either by Text, or Argument. Morality is not the Province of a Cabinet-Councel: And Ghostly Fathers Signify no more than Spiritual Bug-bears, in the Case of an Unaccountable privilege. Tell the House of Israel of their Sins, and the House of Jacob of their Transgressions: was a Guide, Undoubtedly, like an Old almanac, for the Yea●…'twas Writ in; but Change of Times and Humours, calls for New Measures and Manners; and what cannot be done by the Dint of Authority, or persuasion, in the chapel, or in the Closet, must be brought about by the Side-Wind of a Lecture from the Fields, and the Forests. As the Fable of the Raging lion Preaches Caution, and Moderation, to the Extravagances of Cruel, and Ambitious Rulers, by showing them that Tyranny is the Scourge of Humane Nature, in Opposition to All the Blessings of a Well ordered Government; and that they do but Plague other People, to their Own Infamy▪ and Ruin. The Old lion in Disgrace, Reads a Lesson to us of the Improvidence, and the Desperate Consequences of a Riotous, and a Careless Youth. The Fox in the Well, holds forth to us upon the Chapter of a Late Repentance. The Frogs Petitioning for a King, bids People have a care of Struggling with Heaven for they know not what. It is Certainly True, that the most Innocent Illustrations of This Quality may lie open to a Thousand Abuses and Mistakes, by a Distorted Mis-application of them to Political, or Personal Meanings; but Those Cap●…icious Fault-Finders, may as well pick a Quarrel with the Decalogue itself, upon the same Pretence; if they shall come once to Apply to This or That Particular Wicked Man, the General Rules that are delivered for the Government of Mankind, under su●…b and such Prohibitions; as if the Commandments that Require Obedience, and forbidden Murder, Uncleanness, Theft, Calumny, and the like, were to be Struck out of the Office, and Indicted, for a Libellous Innuendo upon All the Great Men that may come to be concerned in the Pains and Forfeitures therein contained. In fine, 'tis the Conscience of the Guilty, in All These Cases, that makes the satire. Here is enough said, as to the Dignity, and Usefulness of This way of Informing the Understanding what we Ought to do, and of Disposing the Will to Act in a Conformity to That Perception of Things; having so Clear an Evidence of Divine Authority, as well as the Practice of the Best of Men, and of Times, together with the Current of Common Consent, Agreeing all in favour of it. I shall now Wind up what I have to say, as to the Fables Themselves, the Choice, the Intent, and the Order of them, in a very Few Words.  
When I first put Pen to Paper upon This Design, I had in my Eye only the Common School-Book, as it stands in the Cambridge and Oxford Editions of it, under the Title of [Aesopi Phrygis Fabulae; unà cum Nonnullis Variorum Autorum Fabulis Adjectis:] Propounding to myself, at that Time, to follow the very Course and Series of that Collection; and in One Word, to Try what might be done, by making the Best of the Whole, and Adapting Proper and Useful Doctrines to the several parts of it, toward the turning of a Excellent Latin Manual of Morals and Good counsels, into a Tolerable English One. But upon jumbling Matters and Thoughts together, and laying One thing by Another; the very State and Condition of the Case before me, together with the Nature and the Reason of the Thing, gave me to Understand, that This way of Proceeding would never Answer my End. Insomuch, that upon this Consideration, I Consulted other Versions of the same Fables, and made my Best of the Choice. Some that were Twice or Thrice over, and only the selfsame Thing in other Words; These I struck out, and made One Specimen serve for the rest. To say Nothing of here and there a Trivial, or a lose Conceit in the Medley, more than This; that such as they are, I was under some sort of Obligation to take them in for Company; and in short, Good, Bad and Indifferent, One with Another, to the Number in the Total, of 383. Fables. To these, I have likewise subjoined a Considerable Addition of other Select Apologues, out of the most Celebrated Authors that are Extant upon that Subject, toward the Finishing of the Work. As Phaedrus, Camerarius, Avienus, Neveletus, Apththonius, Gabrias, or Babrias, Baudoin, La Fontaine, Aesop en Belle Humeur, Audin, etc.  
Another Man in my Place now, would perhaps take it for a Notable Stroke of Art, and Good Breeding, to compliment the Reader with Twenty F●…oleries of Apology, and Excuse, for such an Undertaking: As if the Honestest, and the most Necessary Part of a Man's Life, and business, were a thing to be ashamed of. Now All that I have to say upon this Common Place, is in Three Words, that I meant well in what I have done; and let the Performance be what it will, I Comfort myself yet in the Conscience of a Good Intention. I shall not Charge any of My Failings upon the Importunity of my Friends, though I have not Wanted Earnest and Powerful Instances and Encouragements to proceed upon This Work; over and above the Impulse of a Natural Curiosity and Inclination that led me to't. But these were Temptations that I could Easily have Resisted, or put by, in favour of a carcase that's in a manner, past Labour; if it had not been for Another Motive, that I shall now tell the Reader in Confidence, and so Conclude.  
This Rhapsody of Fables is a Book Universally Read, and Taught in All our Schools; but almost at such a rate as we Teach pies and Parrots, that Pronounce the Words without so much as Guessing at the Meaning of them: Or to take it Another way, the Boys Break their Teeth upon the Shells, without ever coming near the Kernel. They Learn the Fables by Lessons, and the Moral is the least part of our Care in a child's Institution: so that take Both together, and the One is stark Nonsense, without the Application of the Other; beside that the Doctrine itself, as we have it, even at the Best, falls Infinitely short of the Vigour and Spirit of the Fable. To supply This Defect now, we have had several English Paraphrases and Essays upon Aesop, and Divers of his Followers, both in Prose and Verse: the Latter have perchance ventured a little too far from the Precise Scope of the Author, upon the Privilèdge of a Poetical licence: And for the Other of Ancient Date, the Morals are so Insipid and Flat, and the Style and Diction of the Fables, so Course and Uncouth, that they are rather Dangerous, than Profitable, as to the purpose they were Principally Intended for; and likely to do Forty times more Mischief by the One then Good by the Other. An Emblem without a Key to't, is no more than a Tale of a Tub; and that Tale sillily told too, is but One Folly Grafted upon Another. Children are to be Taught, in the first Place, what they Ought to do. 2dly, The Manner of Doing it: And in the third Place, they are to be Inur'd, by the Force of Instruction and Good Example, to the Love and Practice of Doing their Duty; whereas on the Contrary, One Step out of the way in the Institution, is enough to poison the Peace, and the Reputation of a whole Life. Whether I have, in this Attempt, Contributed or not, to the improvement of these Fables, either in the Wording, or in the Meaning of them, the Book must Stand or Fall to itself: But this I shall Adventure to Pronounce upon the whole Matter, that the Text is English, and the Morals, in some sort, Accommodate to the Allegory; which could hardly be said of All the Translations, or reflections beforementioned, which have served, in truth, (or at least some of them) rather to teach us what we should Not do, than what we should. So that in the Publishing of these Papers, I have done my Best to Obviate a Common Inconvenience, or, to speak Plainly, the Mortal Error of pretending to Erect a Building upon a False Foundation: Leaving the whole World to take the same Freedom with Me, that I have done with Others: Provided that they do not Impute the Faults, and the mispointings of the Press, to the Author, and that they Consult the Errata for other Mistakes.   

AN Alphabetical Table, Referring to the NUMBER of the Respective FABLES.  

A   FAB. ANTONY'S and Fly. 34 Antony's and Pigeon. 203 Antony's and Grasshopper. 217 Antony's formerly a Man. 188 Ape wanting a tail, and Fox. 51 Ape and Fox King. 116 Ape and two Brats. 248 Apes Dancing. 375 Ape and Dolphin. 169 Ape and Mountebank. 397 Ape judge, Fox and Wolf. 415 Ape and lion in's Kingdom. 416 Apes Kingdom. 413 Apples and Horse-Turds. 134 Arion and a Dolphin. 382 Aristotle's Tyrant. 189 Ass and lion Hunting. 7 Ass Braying and lion. 10 Ass and Whelp. 15 Ass and mastiff. 191 Ass and Ungrateful Maste●…. 24 Ass, Ape and Mole. 26 Ass and wolf. 36 Ass and pampered Horse. 38 Ass Laden and Horse. 63 Ass, lion and Fox Hunting. 206 Ass to Jupiter. 208 Ass in a lion's Skin. 224 Ass and Two Travellers. 376 Ass and countryman (alarm.) 262 Ass puts in for an Office. 306 Ass, Sick and Wolf. 314 Asses Wish. 317 Ass Green and a Widow. 332 Ass, lion and Hare. 346 Ass lion and Cock. 150 Ass Wild and Tame. 190 Ass●…s to Jupiter. 191 Ass and Frogs. 192 Ass galled and Raven. 193 Ass, lion and Fox, [Treachery.] 194 Ass and Old Man. 358 Ass to be Taught Grammar. 263 Asses and countryman. 372 Ass, lion and Wolves. 396 Two Asses Laden with Salt and Sponge. 408 Ass judge of music. 414 Asses Two. Laden. [Oats and Money.] 417 Ass challenged by a Boar. 418 Ass and Shadow. 421 Asses Skin. 437 Ass carrying an Image. 487 ginger and Traveller. 94 
B.   FAB. Bat and weasel. 39 Bat, Birds and Beasts. 40 Bat, Bramble and Cormorant. 144 Belly, and Members. 50 Bear and Two Friends. 227 Beasts and Fishes League. 274 Bear and Bees. 290 Three Things better for Beating. 316 Beaver Hunted. 89 Bee-Master. 166 Bee went over to the Drones. 461 Bees and Drones. 474 Birds and Beetles. 289 Bitch's Bed-maker. 463 Bitch ready to Puppy. 323 Bishop and Curate. 356 Blackbird afraid of a Kite. 409 Bladder with Beans. 423 Blinkard Buying of Wheat. 371 Washing a blackamoor. 159 Boar and Horse. 56 Boy and False alarms. 74 Boy and Fortune. 233 Boy and Thief. 241 Boy and Goldfinch. 295 Boy and his Mother. 98 Boy and Snake. 131 Boy and Cockles. 163 Boys and Frogs. 398 Boy would not learn his Book. 454 Boar and Fox. 319 Brother and Sister. 473 Bustard and Cranes. 212 Bull and Goat. 218 Bull and Mouse. 245 Bull and Ram. 331 Bull and Gnat. 450 
C.   FAB. Cat and Cock. 2 Cat and Venus. 61 Cat and Mice [Dissembling.] 318 Cat Counterfeiting and Mice. 115 Case of Conscience at Play. 498 Camel at first Sight. 70 Camel praying for Horns. 78 Capons Fat and Lean. 264 Cardinal and an Old Friend. 276 Christian and Pagan. 362 Cock and Diamond. 1 Cock and a Fox Case. 400 Cock and Horses. 439 Cocks and Partridge. 84 Cock and Two Young Men. 58 Collier and Fuller. 64 Countryman and S●…e Fr●…en. 9 Countryman, Snake and Child. 30 Countryman and Fortune. 231 Countryman and an ox. 242 Countryman and a Boar. 244 Countryman and Hercules. 246 Countryman and Hawk. 257 Countryman and River. 259 Countryman and Mouse. 280 Countryman and Kid. 340 Country-fellow Climbing a Tree. 369 Countryman and Hog. 360 Countryman and Jupiter. 460 Countryman and Panther. 490 Covetous Man and an Envious. 238 Covetous ambassador. 275 Counsel of Birds for choosing Kings. 309 Cockle and Jupiter. 322 Corrupt Officer. 344 Cocks fight. 123 Cock and Fox [Peace.] 353 Counsel of Beasts. 399 Cobbler turned Doctor. 401 Cobbler and Financier. 40●… Country-fellow and a River Running. 422 Consultation about securing a Town. 448 Crow and Mustle. 12 Crow and Pitcher. 239 Crow and Raven [foreboding.] 178 Crow and Dog. 179 Crow and Raven. 462 Crab Old and Young. 221 Crows and Pigeons. 386 Cuckoo and Hawk. 261 Cunning Woman. 93 Cuckoo and Little Birds. 419 
D.   FAB. Daw and borrowed Feathers. 33 Daw and Pigeons. 181 Daw with a String at's Foot. 182 Demades the Orator. 253 One willing to put off Death. 350 Death and an Old Man. 113 Devil refused to Marry. 459 Demetrius and Menander. 447 Dog and Shadow. 6 Dog and Thief. 21 Dog Old and his Master. 25 Dog, Sheep and wolf. 29 Dog and Butcher. 59 Dog in a Manger. 76 Dog with a Bell. 226 Dog and lion. 250 Dog run away from his Master. 288 Dog Invited to Supper. 106 Dog and a wolf. 119 Dog and Cock on a journey. 143 Dog Trusty and his Master. 464 Dog and his Master. 484 One Bit by a Dog. 88 Dog and Cat. 488 Dogs and a Raw Hide. 420 Dogs Town and Country. 284 Dr. and Patient [All's well.] 95 Dr. and Patient [sore Eyes.] 114 Drs. and a Sheep. 485 Dr. Vint'ner and butcher. 494 Droll and a Bishop. 296 Droll and a Crooked Old Man. 277 
E.   FAB. Eagle and Arrow. 48 Eagle and Fox. 72 Eagle and Daw. 75 Eagle and Owl. 214 Eagle and Tortoise. 220 Eagle and Beetle. 378 Eagle and Pye. 279 Eagle and rabbits. 333 Eagle and Man. 107 Eagle, Cat and Snow. 403 Eagle sets up for a Beauty. 445 Eagle and Leveret. 483 Eel and Snake. 271 Enemies Two at Sea. 91 Estritch, Birds and Beasts. 41 
F.   FAB. Father and his Sons [Unity.] 62 Father and Sons [Industry.] 108 Farmer and his Dogs. 69 Fawn and Stag. 124 Farmer and his Servant. 170 Fisherman with Little Fish. 216 fisherman's Good Luck. 110 Fishermen Disappointed. 112 One at a Fish-Dinner. 407 Fisherman and Pipe. 109 Fishing in Troubled Waters. 168 Fir and Bramble. 237 Fishes and Frying-Pan. 273 Figtree and Thorn. 466 Fly upon a Wheel. 270 Flea and Man. 139 Flea and Hercules. 140 Florentine and Horse-Courser. 361 Flattery, No Law against it. 480 Fox and lion. 13 Fox and Stork. 31 Fox and carved Head. 32 Fox and Sick lion. 54 Fox and weasel. 55 Fox and Lyon [first fight.] 71 Fox and Hare to Jupiter. 79 Fox and Leopard. 252 Fox and Worm. 225 Fox and Cat. 374 Fox and hedgehog. 254 Fox and Gossips. 263 Fox and Sick Cock. 315 Fox and Hare. 325 Fox Praising Hares Flesh. 338 Fox and Goat. 83 Fox that lost his Tayl. 101 Fox and Bramble. 102 Fox and Crocodile. 103 Fox and Huntsman. 104 Fox and Grapes. 129 Fox and Crab. 17●… Fox condemned. 406 Fox and Wolf. 4●… Fox and Cock [sore Eye] 4●… Fox and Dragon. 47●… Fowler and Pigeon. 66 Fowler and Chaffinch. 291 Fowler and Blackbird▪ 96 Fowler and Partridge. 132 Fool and a Hot Iron. 438 Fool and a Sieve. 465 Fortune-Teller. 92 Fortune and Two Friends. 453 Frog and Mouse. 4 Frogs choose a King. 19 Frog and ox. 35 Frogs and Tortoises. 286 Frogs wanting Water. 142 Frogs Two neighbours. 165 Frogs and Bulls. 404 Frogs and Sun. 405 Friar, Laique and Wolf. 366 Friends Few. 486 One had a mind to Try his Friends 337 
G   FAB. Gardener and his Dog. 151 Gardener and his Landlord. 387 Gardener and Mole. 440 Gnat and Bee. 345 A Man Refuses a clyster. 313 Gnat and lion. 201 One Dreamt he found Gold. 359 Goat and Vine. 149 Gourd and Pine. 380 Goose and Gosslin. 222 
H   FAB. Hares and Frogs. 27 Hare and Sparrow. 431 Hare and Tortoise. 1●…3 Hares, Foxes and Eagles. 187 Two Men and a Halter. 477 Hen and Golden Eggs. 247 Hermit and Soldier. 301 Hedgehog and Snake. 324 Hen and Swallow. 195 Hedge destroyed. 449 Sick Hermit. 281 Hercules and Pluto. 455 Horse and lion. 37 Horse and Hog. 299 Horse Skittish. 479 horseman's Wig Blown off. 228 Hound and Mastiff. 172 Husbandman and Stork. 73 Husbandman and Ceres. 256 Husbandman turned Soldier and Merchant. 305 Husband, Wife, and Ghostly Father. 357 Husband and Wife twice married. 302 Huntsman and Currier. 300 Husband jealous. 312 Hypocrite. 497 
I   FAB. Image exposed to Sale. 446 Impertinent and a Philosopher. 327 Impertinent Doctor and patiented. 205 Impostor to the Oracle. 86 Industry and Sloth. 352 Joy and Sorrow near akin. 433 Jupiter and an Ape. 213 Jupiter and a Bee. 125 Jupiter and a Serpent. 138 Jupiter and Frauds. 183 Jupiter and Modesty. 184 Jupiter's Wedding. 185 Jupiter and a herdsman. 200 Jupiter's Altar robbed. 385 Jupiter and a Farmer. 435 Jupiter's Two Wallets. 388 
K   FAB. Kite Sick and her Mother. 17 Kite, Hawk and Pigeons. 20 King and a Rich Subject. 389 Kingsfisher. 167 
L   FAB. Lark and her Young. 52 Lark in a Net. 145 Lapwing preferred. 297 Lad Robbing an Orchard. 342 Large Promises. 111 Lamb, Wolf and Goat. 384 Laconic tried and cast 492 Lady in Tears for a Set of Horses. 496 Luck Good and Bad. 230 Lion and Bear. 5 Lion Old. 14 Lion and Mouse. 16 Lion and Frog. 202 Lion and Goat. 210 Lion and Bulls. 236 Lion and Man. 240 Lion and Mouse. 303 Lion and Hog. 344 Lion and Bull. 120 Lion in Love. 121 Lion, Fox and Wolf. 156 Lion and Man in the wood 430 Lion, Boar and vultures. 456 Lion Generous. 472 Lion Raging. 412 
M   FAB. Man and satire. 2●… Man Wicked and the Devil. 308 One that cured madmen. 368 Man and weasel. 441 Man and a Swallow. 127 Man and a Wooden God. 105 Man and the Picture of a lion. 100 Man and Two Wives. 141 Unhappy Match. 173 Young Fellow about to Marry. 425 Matchiavel condemned. 49●… Mercury and Fishermen. 37●… Mercury and a Traveller. 9●… Mercury and a Carpenter. 12●… Mercury and a Statuary. 170 Mercury and Tiresias. 171 Merchant and a seaman. 390 Mice and Oak. 287 Mice, Cat and Bell. 391 Millar and rat. 500 Miser burying his Gold. 146 Miser and his Bags. 351 Miser and Rotten Apples. 458 Mountain in Labour. 23 Mountebank and Bear. 478 No too Morrow. 495 Mouse in a chest 255 Mouse City and Country. 11 Mouse and Kite. 321 Mole and her Dam. 13●… Moon begs a New Gown. 425 Mule Boasting. 418 Musician 176 
N   FAB. Nightingale and Hawk. 343 Nightingale and Bat. 462 One would hear no Ill News. 457 Nurse and Wolf. 219 
O   FAB. Oak and Reed. 215 Old Fellow and Young Wench. 278 Owl and Lirtle Birds. 379 Owl and the Sun. 434 Ox and Heifer. 249 Oxen and Timber. 294 Oxen and a piece of Timber. 265 One carried his Plough to Ease his  Oxen. 373 
P   FAB. Peacock to Juno. 80 Peacock and Pye. 204 Peacock and Crane. 234 Peach, Apple, and Black-berry. 135 Pigeon and Pye. 260 Pigeon and Picture. 196 Pigeon and Crow. 197 ●…ons Reconcile the Hawks. 347 〈◊〉 sets up for Sovereignty. 334 Plain Horse wins the Prize. 339 One that Lost his Money at Play. 370 Priest and Pears. 298 Priest and Epiphany. 364 Priest and Sick-man. 367 Two Pots. 229 
R   FAB. Raven and Wol●…es. 381 Raven and Swan. 160 Rats that Eat Copper. 451 Raven and Snake. 180 Reason of State. 482 River Fish and Sea Fish. 251 River and Fountain. 307 Rich Man would be no Richer. 400 Rich Man and Poor. 468 Rich Man and Servant. 282 
S   FAB. satire and Fire. 471 Seamen Praying to Saints. 272 Sheep and Crow. 77 Sheep-biter hanged. 330 Sheep Quarrels with the Shepherd. 335 Shepherd turned Merchant. 99 Shepherd and Wolves Whelp. 155 Shepherd and Sheep. 199 Shepherd, Wolf and Fox. 443 Shipwreck of Simonides. 476 Smith and his Dog. 117 Snake and File. 44 Snake to Jupiter. 285 Snake and Crab. 154 Soldiers and Two Horses. 292 Son Singing at's Mother's Funeral. 311 Sow and Dog. 152 Sow and Bitch. 153 Two Soldiers go Halves. 429 The Incorrigible Son. 329 Spider and Goat. 388 Spaniel and Sow 293 Stag Drinking. 43 Stag and Oxen. 53 Stag and Horse. 57 Stag with One Eye. 147 Stag and lion. 148 Sun and Wind. 223 Swallow and Other Birds. 18 Swallow and Spider. 258 Swan and Stork. 267 Swan and Goose. 158 Swallow and Crow. 161 
T.   FAB. Taylor and his Wife. 354 A Tavern Bill paid with a Song. 365 Thrush taken with Bird-lime. 49 Thrush and Swallow. 65 Thunny and Dolphin. 90 Thiefs that Stole a Cock. 177 Tree and Wedge. 47 Old Tree Transplanted. 82 Trees straight and Crooked. 266 Travellers and a Bag of Money. 164 Travellers by the seaside. 189 Two Travellers of Differing humours. 393 Two Travellers find and Oyster. 411 A Bragging Traveller. 85 Travellers Dreaming. 481 Trumpeter taken Prisoner. 67 Tiger and Fox. 235 
V.   FAB. Usurers and curryers'. 392 Praetors Invitation. 211 
W.   FAB. Wax and Brick. 304 Wasps in a Honey-Pot. 126 Wasps, Patridges and Husbandman. 137 Old weasel and Mice. 81 Wench parting with her sweetheart. 269 A Creaking Wheel. 339 The Inconsolable Widow. 268 An Old Man gives over Whoring. 326 Widow had a mind to Marry. 283 Wife and Drunken Husband. 157 Wolf and Lamb. 3 Wolf and Crane. 8 Wolf and Sow. 22 Wolf, Kid and Goat. 28 Wolf and Fox. 42 Wolves and Sheep League. 45 Wolves and Dogs agree. 394 Wolf, Lamb and Goat. 60 Wolf and Kid. 207 Wolf and Procupine. 320 Wolf and sheepskin. 328 Wolf and lion. 130 Wolf and Kid. 174 Wolf and Sheep. 186 Wolf turned Shepherd. 395 Wolf turns Religious. 436 Wolf and Fox. 467 Wolf and Hog. 469 Wolf and a Weak Young Man. 341 A Trepanning wolf. 499 A Woman and her Maids. 209 An Old Woman and the Devil. 282 A Woman would die for her Husband. 310 A Woman brought Fire into the House. 348 A Woman and a Fat H●…n. 87 Woman and Two Daughters. 198 A Woman drowned. 355 Woman Trusted with a Secret. 427 Woman and Thrushes. 428 Woman, Cat and Mice. 442 Woman revived with Beating. 452   

ERRATA.  
FAB. 29. l. Penult. for into r. in. p. 85. l. 17. deal When People, p. 98. l. 13. deal it seems, p. 104. l. 7. for me thee, r. sue me, p. 127. l. 5. r. in debt. p. 132. l. 13. for The r. This Freak, p. 136. 3. Lines from the Bottom, for Noise-Blustring, r. Noisy, blustering, p. 151. l. 8. for In r. On, p. 159. l. 19 r. Tracing, l. 21. Things, p. 163. l. 19 Thing, p. 165. l. 21. for once r. one, p. 174. l. 4. for drop r. dropped, p. 178. l. 10. r. World. p. 196. l. 13. Poltroon. p. 231. l. 13. for Leaner, r. Lean, p. 247. l. 8. for Fable, r. Table, p. 253. l. 4. for engaged, r. enraged, p. 286. deal of the Two Fables above, p. 296. l. 10. for Last, r. Left, p. 336. l. 10. for ofter, r. after, p. 373. l. 3. for Advice, r. Advise, p. 373. 2 Lines from the Bottom, r. advanced, p. 381. l. 10. for Height, r. Weight, p. 385. l. 16. after Why, r. how comes, etc. p. 389. 4 Lines from the Bottom, r. a Lasch●… Demission, p. 396. l. 10. from the Bottom, r. and Consume, etc. p. 470. l. 7. from the Bottom, for Ye, r. Yea, p. 473. l. 10. for Uncertainty, r. Necessary, and for of Christian, r. of a Christian, p. 479. l. 12. for Reaks, r. Freaks. Pref. p. 3. l. 9 for plisicked r. phisicked.  
The Reader will Observe some Literal Mistakes also, wherein the Sense of the Matter will Direct him: And the Printing of This Book in several Houses hath occasioned some Disorder in the Pages, but none in the Fables, to which the Alphabetical Index refers.   

THE LIFE OF AESOP.  

CAP. I. Of Aesop's country, Condition, and Person.  
AESOP (according to Planudes, Camerarius and Others) was by birth, of Ammorius a town in the Greater Phrygia; (though some will have him to be a Thracian, others a Samian) of a mean Condition, and in his person deformed, to the highest degree: flat-nosed hunch-backed, blobber-lipped; a Long Miss-shapen Head; His Body Crooked all over, big-bellyed, baker-legged, and his Complexion so swarthy, that he took his very Name from't; for Aesop is the same with Aethiop. And he was not only Unhappy in the most scandalous Figure of a Man that ever was heard of; but he was in a manner tongue-tied too, by such an Impediment in his speech, that People could very hardly understand what he said. This Imperfection is said, to have been the most sensible part of his Misfortune; for the Excellency of his Mind might otherwise have Attoned in some Measure, for the Uncouth Appearance of his Person (at least if That Part of his History may pass for Current.) There goes a Tradition, that he had the good hap to Relieve certain Priests that were Hungry, and out of their way, and to set them Right again, and that for that good Office, he was, upon their Prayers, brought to the Use of his Tongue: But Camerarius whom I shall Principally follow, has no Faith in the Miracle, And so he gins his History with the tracing of him to Samos, and from thence Prosecutes it through the most Remarkable Passages of his Life, to the Last Barbarous Violence upon him at Delphos. As to his Impediment in his speech, whether there were any such thing or Not, or how he came to be cured of it, the Reader is at Liberty what to Believe and what Not. And so likewise for Twenty Other Passages up and down this History; Some of them too trivial, and others too Gross to be taken Notice of, Upon this Argument and Occasion: Let it suffice, that (according to the Common Tradition) he had been already Twice Bought and Sold; and so we shall Date the Story of his Adventures; from his Entrance into the Service of at least a Third Master.  
As to the Age he lived in, it is Agreed upon among the Ancients, that it was when Croesus governed Lydia; as also that Xanthus, a Samian, was his Master. Herodotus will have it to be one Jadmon, a Samian too; but still according to the Current of most Writers, Xanthus was the Man.   

CAP. II. Aesop and his Fellow-slaves Upon their journey to Ephesus.  
IT was Aesop's Fortune to be sent to Ephesus, in Company with other Slaves to be sold. His Master had a great many Burdens to Carry, and Aesop begged of his Companions not to over Charge him. They found him a Weakling, and bade him please himself. The Parcel that he pitched upon was a pannier of Bread; and twice as heavy as any of the rest. They called him a thousand Fools for his pains, and so took up their Luggage, and away they trudged together. About Noon, they had their Dinner delivered out of Aesop's Basket, which made his Burden Lighter by one half in the Afternoon, than it had been in the Morning: And after the next Meal he had Nothing left him to Carry, but an Empty Basket. His Fellow-Slaves began Now to Understand, that Aesop was not so Arrant a Fool as they took him for; and that they Themselves had not half the Wit they Thought they had.   

CAP. III. The Sale of Aesop to Xanthus.  
UPON the merchant's Arrival at Ephesus, he made a quick Riddance of All his Slaves but Three. That is to say, a Musician, an Orator, and Aesop. He dressed up the Two Former in Habits answerable to their Profession, and carried them to Samos, as the likeliest Place for a Chapman. He showed them there in the open Market, with Aesop for a Fool betwixt them; which some People took much offence at. While they were attending upon the Place, there came among other Samians, one Xanthus an Eminent Philosopher of that City, with a Train of his Disciples at his Heels. The Philosopher was mightily pleased with the Two Youths, and asked them one after another about their Profession, and what they could do. The one told him he could do any thing, the other that he could do every thing; and this set Aesop a laughing at 'em. The philosopher's Pupils would Needs know what it was that made Aesop so merry. Why says he, if the Question had been put by your Master, I should have told him the reason of it.  
Xanthus' in the mean time was beating the Price of the Two other Slaves, but the Terms were so high, that he was just upon turning about to go his way, Only his Pupils would needs have him put the same Questions first to the Ill favoured Fellow, that he had done to the other Two; and so Xanthus, for the Humour sake, Interrogated Aesop what He could do. Nothing at all, says he. How comes That says the Philosopher? My Companions, says the Other, Undertakes every thing, and there's Nothing left for me to do. This gave them to Understand, that the Man knew well Enough what he said, and what he laughed at. Well! says Xanthus, but if I should give Money for you Now, would you be Good and Honest? I'll be That, says Aesop whether you Buy me or No. Ay but tell me again says the Philosopher, won't you run away? Pray says Aesop, did you ever hear of a Bird in a Cage that told his Master he Intended to make his Escape? Xanthus' was well enough pleased with the Turn and Quickness of his Wit; but says he, That Unlucky Shape of yours will set People a Hooting and Gaping at you wherever you go. A Philosopher says Aesop should Value a man for his Mind, Not for his Body. This presence of Thought gave Xanthus' a High Opinion of the Wisdom of the Man; and so he bade the Merchant set him his Lowest Price of That Miserable Creature. Why says he, you had as good Cheapen a Dunghill; but if you'll bid me like a Chapman for either of the Other Two, you shall have this phantom into the bargain. Very good says the Philosopher; and without any more ado what's your selling Price? The Merchant speaks the Word, The Philosopher pays the Money, and takes Aesop away with him.   

CAP. iu. Xanthus Presents Aesop to his Wife.  
XANTHUS' had no sooner made his Purchase, and carried his Jewel home with him, but, having a kind of a Nice Froward Piece to his Wife, the Great Difficulty was how to put her in humour for the Entertainment of this Monster, without throwing the House out at the Window. My Dear, says he, You have been often complaining of Careless Servants; And I have bought you one Now that I am Confident will fit your Turn. He shall Go and Come and wait and do Every thing as you would have him; Oh, your Servant Sweet heart says she, but what did he Cost you? Why Truly very Reasonable; but at present He's a Little tanned and out of case you must know, with his journey, says the Husband, and so he ordered him to be called in. The Cunning Gipsy smoked the Matter presently. Some Monster says she, I'll be Hanged else. Wife, Wife, says Xanthus If you are a good Woman That that Pleases Me Must Please You too. While These Words were between his Lips, up comes Aesop towards them, she gave him a Fierce Look, and Immediately discharged her Choler upon her Husband. Is this a Man, or a Beast? says she, and what Clearer proof in the World can You have given me Now, of an Insufferable Hatred and Contempt? Aesop said not one Word all This While; till Xanthus roused him with a Reproof. Oh Villain! says he; to have a Tongue and Wit at Will upon All other Occasions, and not one Diverting Syllable Now at a Pinch, to Pacify your Mistress! Aesop, after a short Pause upon't, Bolted out an old Greek Saying, which is in English to this Effect, From Lying at the Mercy of Fire, Water, and a Wicked Woman, Good Lord Deliver us. If the Wife was hearty angry before, This Scomm made her Stark Mad, and the reproach was so Cutting too, that Xanthus himself did not well know how to take it. But Aesop, brought himself off again from the Malice of any ill Intention, by a Passage out of Euripides to this Purpose. The Raging of a Tempestuous Sea; The Fury of a Devouring Fire, and the Pinching Want of Necessaries for Life; are Three Dreadful Things, and a Body might reckon up a Thousand more; but all this is Nothing to the Terrible Violences of an Impetuous Woman, and therefore says he, Make yourself as Glorious on the other side, in the Rank of Good Women. Vavasor the Jesuit, in his De Ludicrâ Dictione, takes Notice of a Blunder here in the Chronology of the Story. For Aesop was murdered at least Fourscore years before Euripides was Born. But to follow the third of the Relation; Upon this obliqne Admonition, the Woman came to herself again, And took Aesop into her good Graces, who rendered his Master and Mistress All the Offices of a Faithful Servant.   

CAP. V. Aesop's Answer to a gardener.  
SOME Two or Three days after the Encounter above mentioned, Xanthus took Aesop a long with him to a Garden to buy some Herbs, and the gardener seeing him in the Habit of a Philosopher, told him the Admiration he was in, to find how much faster Those Plants shot up that Grow of their own Accord, than Those that he set Himself, though he took never so much Care about them. Now you that are a Philosopher, Pray will you tell me the meaning of This? Xanthus' had no better answer at hand, then to tell him, That Providence would have it so: Whereupon Aesop broke out into a Loud Laughter. Why how now Ye slave You, says Xanthus, what do you Laugh at? Aesop took him aside and told him, Sr I Laugh at your Master, that Taught You no better: for what signifies a Gen'ral Answer to a Particular Question? And 'tis no News Neither that Providence order All Things: But if you'll turn him over to me, You shall see I'll give him another sort of Resolve. Xanthus' told the gardener, that it was below a Philosopher to Busy his head about such Trifles; but says he, If you have a Curiosity to be better informed, you should do well to ask my Slave here, and see what he le say to you. Upon This, the gardener put the Question to Aesop, Who gave him this Answer. The Earth is in the Nature of a Mother to what She brings forth of herself out of her own Bowels; Whereas She is only a kind of a Step Dame, in The Production of Plants that are Cultivated and Assisted by The Help and Industry of Another: so that it's Natural for her, to Withdraw her Nourishment from the One, towards The relief of the Other. The gardener, upon this, was so well satisfied, That he would take no money for his Herbs, and desired Aesop to make Use of his Garden for the future, as if it were his own.  
There are several Stories in Planudes, that I shall pass over in this Place (says Camerarius) as not worth the while: Particularly The Fables of the lentils, the Bath, the Sow's Feet, and several Little Tales and Jests that I take to be neither well laid, nor well put together; Neither is it any matter, in Relations of this Nature, Whether they be True or False, but if they be Proper and Ingenious; and so contrived, that the Reader or the Hearer may be the better for them, That's as much as is required: Wherefore I shall now Commit to Writing Two Fables or Stories, One about the bringing his Mistress home again, when she had left her Husband; Which is drawn from the model of a Greek History set out by Pausanias in his Description of Beotia; The Other, upon the Subject of a Treat of Neat's Tongues, which was taken from Bias, as we have it from Plutarch in his Convivium Septem Sapientum.   

CAP. vi Aesop's Invention to bring his Mistress back again to her Husband, after she had Left him.  
THE Wife of Xanthus was wellborn and wealthy, but so Proud and Domineering withal, as if her Fortune and her Extraction had entitled her to the Breeches. She was Horribly Bold, meddling, and Expensive; (as that sort of Women commonly are) Easily put off the Hooks, and Monstrous hard to be pleased again: Perpetually chattering at her Husband, and upon All occasions of controversy, threatening him to be gone. It came to this at Last, That Xanthus' stock of Patience being quite spent, he took up a Resolution of going another way to Work with her, and of trying a Course of Severity, since there was nothing to be done with her by Kindness. But this Experiment, instead of mending The matter, made it worse; for upon harder Usage, The Woman grew Desperate, and went away from him in Earnest. She was as Bad 'tis true as Bad might well be, and yet Xanthus had a kind of Hankering for her still: Beside that there was matter of Interest in the Case: and a Pestilent Tongue she had, that the Poor Husband Dreaded above all things Under the Sun: but the man was willing however to make the Best of a Bad Game, and so his Wits and his Friends were set at Work, in the fairest Manner that Might be, to get her home again. But there was No good to be done in't it seems; and Xanthus was so visibly out of Humour upon't, that Aesop in Pure Pity bethought himself Immediately how to Comfort him. Come Master (says he) Pluck up a good heart; for I have a Project in my Noddle that shall bring my Mistress to you back again, with as good a Will as ever she went from you. What does me Aesop, but away Immediately to the Market among the Butchers, Poulterers, Fishmongers, Confectioners, etc. for the Best of Every thing that was in Season. Nay he takes private People in his way too, and chops into the very house of his mistress' Relations, as by Mistake. This Way of Proceeding set the whole town a Gog to know the Meaning of all this Bustle, and Aesop innocently told every body That his master's Wife was run away from him, and he had married another: His Friends up and down were all Invited to come and make Merry with him, and This was to be the Wedding Feast. The News flew like Lightning, and happy were they could carry the First tidings of it to the Run-away-Lady: (for every body knew Aesop to be a Servant in That Family.) It Gathered in the Rolling, as all Other Stories do in the Telling: Especially where women's Tongues and Passions have the Spreading of them. The Wife, that was in her Nature Violent, and Unsteady, ordered her Chariot to be made ready Immediately, and away she Posts back to her Husband: falls upon him with Outrages of Looks and Language; and after the Easing of her mind a Little; No Xanthus, says she, Do not you Flatter yourself with the hopes of Enjoying another Woman while I am Alive. Xanthus' looked upon this as one of Aesop's Master pieces; and for that 'bout All was well again betwixt Master and Mistress.   

CAP. VII. An Entertainment of neat's Tongues.  
SOME few days after the Ratification of This Peace, Xanthus Invited several Philosophers of his Acquaintance to Supper with him; and Charges Aesop to make the Best Provision he could think of, for their Entertainment. Aesop had a Wit waggish Enough, and This General Commission furnished him with Matter to work upon. So soon as ever the Guests were set down at the Table, Xanthus calls for Supper, and Expected no less than a very Splendid Treat. The First Service was Neat's Tongues sliced, which the Philosophers took Occasion to Discourse and Quibble upon in a Grave formal way, as The Tongue (for the purpose) is the Oracle of Wisdom, and the like. Xanthus', upon This, calls for a Second Course, and after That for a Third, and so for a Fourth, which were All Tongues, over and over again still, only several ways Dressed: Some boiled, Others fried, and some again served up in Soupe, which put Xanthus into a Furious Passion. Thou Villain, says he, Is this according to my order, to have Nothing but Tongues upon Tongues? Sr says Aesop, without any hesitation, Since it is my Ill fortune to fall under this Accusation, I do appeal to All These Learned Persons, whether I have done Well, or Ill, and paid that Respect to your Order which I ought to do.  
Your order was, That I should make the Best Provision that I could think of for the Entertainment of These Excellent Persons, and if the Tongue be the Key that Leads Us into All Knowledge, what could be more proper and suitable than a Feast of Tongues for a philosophical Banquet?  
When Xanthus found the sense of the Table to be on Aesop's side; Well my Friends says he; Pray will You eat with me to Morrow, And I'll try If I can mend your cheer; and Mr Major Domo, says he to Aesop, let it be the Care of your Gravity and wisdom to Provide us a Supper to Morrow, of the very worst Things You can Think of.   

CAP. VIII. A Second Treat of Tongues.  
Xanthus' Guests met again The Next day according to The Appointment; and Aesop had provided them the very same Services of Tongues and Tongues over and over, As they had the night before. Sirrah (says Xanthus to his Servant) what's the Meaning of This; That Tongues should be the Best of Meats One Day, and the Worst the Other? Why Sr says he, There is not any Wickedness under the Sun, That the Tongue has not a part in. As Murders, Treasons, Violence, Injustice, Frauds, and All Manner of Lewdness: for counsels must be first Agitated, The Matter in Question Debated, resolved upon, and Communicated by Words, before the Malice comes to be executed in Fact. Tongue Whether wilt Thou! (says the Old Proverb) I go to Build (says the Tongue,) and I go to pull down.  
This Petulant Liberty of Aesop, galled his Master to the very Soul of him, and one of the Guests, to Help forward his Evil Humour; cried out, This Fellow is enough to make a Body Mad. Sr (says Aesop) you have very Little Business to do of your own I perceive, by the leisure you have to Intermeddle in Other people's Matters; You would find some other Employment else, then to Irritate a Master against his Servant.   

CAP. IX. Aesop brings his Master a Guest That had no sort of Curiosity in him.  
XANTHUS' laid hold of the Present Occasion, and was willing enough to be furnished with a staff to beat a Dog. Well Sirrah, says he, since this Learned Gentleman is too Curious; go you your way's and find me out a Man that has no Curiosity at All, Or I'll Lace your coat for ye. Aesop, the next day, Walked the whole town over on This Errand; and at Last, found out a Slovenly Lazy Fellow, Lolling at his Ease, as if he had Nothing to do, or to take care for; and so up to him he went in a Familiar Way, and Invited him to his Masters to Supper. The Clown made no Ceremony of promising, but fell Presently to ask what kind of Man his Master was? And what, says he, are we going just now? (for this Poor devil look●…d upon a meals Meat Gratis, as a Blessing dropped into his Mouth out of the Skies) Come (says Aesop) we are going this very Moment; and Wonderfully Glad he was to find by the Booby's Discourse, That he had met with a Man so fit for his Purpose. Away they went together, and so straight into the Parlour, where the Blockhead Throws himself down Dirty and Beastly as he was, Upon a Rich Couch. After a very little While, in comes Xanthus to Supper, and asks Aesop who That Man was? Why This is the Man, says Aesop, that you sent me for; that is to say a Man that has no Curiosity in him at All. Oh that's very well, says Xanthus, and then told his Wife in her ear, That if she would but be a Loving and Obedient Wife to him, and do as he bade her, he would now save her Longing, for, says he, I have been a Great while Seeking for an Occasion to pick a quarrel with Aesop, and I have found it at last. After this Whisper, Xanthus takes a Turn in the Parlour, and calls aloud to his Wife. Hark ye Sweet Heart, says he, go fetch some Water, and Wash the Feet of my Guest here. Away she goes, brings a basin to the side of the Couch, where the Clown was laid at his Length, and bade him put forth his Feet for her to Wash them. Xanthus' Little thought he would have done it. But the Clown, after a Little Stumble within himself, that 'twas fit for the Maid to do't, than the Mistress; Well says he, If it be the custom of the Family, 'tis not for me to be against it: and so he stretched forth his Feet to the Washing.  
So soon as ever the Company had taken off the Edge of their stomaches; Xanthus calls for a Bumper, and puts it into the hands of the Clown, making No doubt but he would have Allowed his Host the honour of being his Taster. The Fellow, without any Scruple, Whips up the Drink, and gives Xanthus the pot again Empty, who was now the Second Time Disappointed upon the Matter of Curiosity, or No Curiosity At All. He had a Mind still to be upon Poor Aesop's bones, and made another trial of the Humour of his Guest. There was a particular Dish that the Clown fed very hearty upon: Xanthus fell into a Rage against the Cook for the Ill-Dressing of it, and threatened to have him brought and lashed in the very Parlour. The Bumpkin took no Notice of it at All, but without Speaking one Word on the cook's Behalf; It was Nothing to him he thought, what other People did with their Servants.  
They were come Now to their Cakes and pies, and the Clown Guttled Upon them without mercy. Xanthus' Resolves then upon Another trial; Calls for his Pastry-Cook and tells him, Sirrah, says he, you spoil every thing that goes through your hands. There's neither Spice, nor any other Seasoning here. The Cook told him, That if they were either Over or under-baked, it was his Fault; But for the Spice and Seasoning, it was his Mistresses, for it was All put in that she delivered. Nay Wife, says Xanthus, if it sticks there, By All that's Sacred, I'll Treat you no better than if you were a Slave bought with my Mony. Wherefore Strip Immediately and Prepare for a Dog-Whip. Xanthus' thought with himself; that If any thing in the World could move this Barbarous Brute, he would have put in a Word at Least to save a Woman of Honour from so Scandalous an Indignity, But says this Loggerhead to himself; There's an old saying; What have we to do to Quench other people's Fires? And I'll even keep myself Clear of Other people's Matters; Only he took Xanthus by the Hand indeed, and told him if he would but Stay a Little, he'd go fetch his own Wife too, and so they might take the Lash by Turns. In one word, Xanthus miss his Aim at last; and though he was troubled at the Miscarriage, he could not but Laugh yet at the Simplicity of the Man, and Confess, that Aesop was in the Right, in bringing a Person to him that had no Curiosity at all.   

CAP. X. Aesop's Answer to a Magistrate.  
IT happened some few days after the Last Passage above, that Xanthus, having some Business at the public Hall, sent Aesop to see if there were any Great Throng of Men there; A Magistrate meets him Upon the Way, and Asks him whether he was going? Why truly, says Aesop, I am going I know not whither. The Magistrate took it that he Banter●…d him, and bad an Officer take him into Custody and Carry him to Prison. Well, says Aesop, to the Magistrate; Is it not true Now, that I did not know wither I was going? Can you Imagine, that when I came out of the house this Morning, I had any thoughts of going to Prison? The Magistrate was well enough pleased at the fancy, and discharged him Upon it, and so he went forward to the Hall; Where among a world of People, he saw one Man arrest another upon an Action of Debt. The Debtor Pleaded Poverty; but if he would Compound for half, it should go hard but he●…d make a Shift to Pick it up, he said. Well with all my Heart, says the Creditor, Lay down the money upon the Nail, and the Business is done: for a man had better Content himself with half, then Lose All, And I reckon that money as good as lost, that a Man must go to Law for; Aesop upon this, went back and told his Master, that he had been at the Hall, and saw but one Man there; This was a Riddle to Xanthus; Insomuch that he went himself to Learn the Truth of the Matter. When he came to the Place, he found the Court extremely Thronged, and turning short upon Aesop, in great Indignation, Sirrah, says he, are All these People come since you told me there was but one Man here? 'Tis very true, says Aesop, There was a Huge Crow●…d, and yet but one Man that I could see in That vast Multitude. This seems to be taken out of the Life of Diogenes.   

CAP. XI. Xanthus' undertakes to Drink the Sea dry.  
THERE happened not Long after This, to be a Merry Meeting of Philosophers; and Xanthus, one of the Company. Xanthus' had already gotten a Cup too much; and Aesop finding they were like to set out his hand; Sir, says he, 'tis the Humour of Bacchus, they say, first to make men cheerful, and when they are passed That, to make 'em Drunk, and in the Conclusion, to make them Mad. Xanthus took Offence at Aesop; and told him, That was a Lecture for Children. (Laertius makes this to be the saying of Anacharsis) The cups went round, and Xanthus by this Time had taken his Load, who was mightily given to talk in his Drink; and whatever was uppermost, out it came, without either Fear or Wit. One of the Company observing the weak side of the Man, took the Opportunity of Pumping him with several Questions. Xanthus (says he) I have read somewhere, that it is Possible for a Man to Drink the Sea Dry; but I can hardly believe it. Why says Xanthus, I'll venture my House and Land upon't, that I do't myself. They Agreed upon the Wager, and presently off went their Rings to Seal the Conditions. But Early the next Morning, Xanthus missing his Ring, thought it might be slipped off his Finger, and asked Aesop about it. Why truly, says Aesop, I can say Nothing to the losing of your Ring; But I can tell you that you Lost your House and Land last night: and so Aesop told him the Story on't, which his Master it seems had utterly forgotten. Xanthus' began now to Chew upon the Matter, and it went to the Heart of him to consider, That he could neither do the thing, nor yet get quit of his Bonds. In this trouble of Thoughts he Consults Aesop, (whose advice before he had rejected) what was to be done in the Case. I shall never forget, says Xanthus, how much I own you for your Faithful Services; and so with fair Words Aesop was prevailed upon to Undertake the bringing of him off. 'Tis Impossible to do the thing (says he) but if I can find a way to Dissolve the Obligation, and to gain you Credit by it over and Above, That's the Point I suppose that will do your business. The Time appointed, says Aesop, is now at hand, Wherefore do you set a bold face upon it, and go to the Sea side with all your Servants and your Trinkets about you, and put on a Countenance, that you are just Now about to make good your Undertaking. You'll have Thousands of Spectators there, and When they are got together, let the Form of the Agreement and the Conditions be read, Which runs to this Effect. That you are to Drink up the Sea by such a Certain Time, or to forfeit your House and Land, upon Such or Such a Consideration. When This is done, call for a Great Glass, and let it be filled with Sea-Water, in the Sight of the Whole Multitude: Hold it up then in your Hand, and say as Follows. You have heard Good People, what I have Undertaken to do, and upon what Penalty if I do not go Through with it. I confess the Agreement, and the Matter of Fact as you have heard it; and I am now about to drink up the Sea; not the Rivers that run into't. And therefore let All the Inlets be stopped, that there be Nothing but pure Sea left me to drink, And I am now ready to perform my part of the Agreement, But for any drinking of the Rivers, There is nothing Of that in the Contract. The People found it so clear a Case, That they did not only agree to the Reason and Justice of Xanthus' Cause, but hissed his Adversary out of the Field; Who in the Conclusion made a public acknowledgement, that Xanthus was the Wiser and Better Man of the Two; But desired the Contract might be made void, and offered to Submit himself further to such Arbitrators as Xanthus himself should direct. Xanthus' was so well pleased with the Character his Adversary had given him, of a Wise Man, That All was Passed over, And a final End made of the Dispute. Plutarch makes this to have be'n the Invention of Bias.   

CAP. XII. Aesop Baffles the Superstition of Augury.  
IN the days of Aesop, The World was mightily addicted to Augury; that is to say, to the Gathering of Omens from the Cry and Flight of Birds. Upon this Account it was, that Xanthus' one Day sent Aesop into the Yard, and bade him look well about him. If you see Two Crows (says he) you'll have good Luck after it, but if you should Chance to spy One Crow Single, 'tis a Bad Omen, and some Ill will betid you. Aesop stepped out and came Immediately back again, and told his Master that he had seen Two Crows. Hereupon Xanthus went out himself, and finding but One, (for the Other was flown away) he fell outrageously upon Aesop for making Sport with him, And ordered him to be sound lashed for't, but just as they were stripping him for the Execution, In comes One to Invite Xanthus abroad to Supper. Well Master, says Aesop, and where's the Credit of your Augury Now? When, I that saw Two Crows, am to be beaten like a Dog, and You that saw but One, are going to make merry with your Friends? The Reason and Quickness of this reflection, Pacified the Master for the Present, and saved the Poor Fellow a sound Whipping.   

CAP. XIII. Aesop finds hidden Treasure.  
AS Xanthus was Walking once among certain Monuments, with Aesop at his Heels; and Plodding upon several Epitaphs, there was one Inscription in Greek Letters, that Xanthus with all the Skill he had, could not tell what to make of. Well, says Aesop, let me see a Little If I can Uncypher it. And so after laying Things and Things together a While, Master, says he, What will you give me, If I find you out a pot of Hidden Treasure now? One half of it, says Xanthus, and your Liberty. So Aesop fell to Digging, a Matter of four Yards from the Stone that had the Inscription; and there found a pot of Gold which he took up and Delivered to his Master; and Claimed his Promise. Well, says Xanthus, I'll be as good as my Word; but you must first show me how you came to know there was Treasure, by the Inscription: for I had rather be Master of That Secret, then of the very Gold itself. Aesop Innocently opened the whole Matter to him. Look you Sr, says he, Here are these Letters. α; β; δ; ω; ε; θ; χ; which are to be thus Interpreted, α stands for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; β for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; δ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ω for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ε for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; θ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; χ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; In English, dig Four Paces from this Place, and you shall find Gold. Now, says Xanthus, if you are so good at finding out Gold, you and I must not part yet. Come Sir, says Aesop, (perceiving that his Master played Fast and lose with him) To deal freely with you, This Treasure belongs to King Dionysius. How do you know that? says Xanthus. Why by the very Inscription, says Aesop: for in That sense, α stands for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; β for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; δ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ω for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ε for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; θ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; χ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. In English, Give Dionysius the Gold you have found. Xanthus' began to be afraid when he heard it was The King's money, and Charged Aesop to make no Words on't, and he should have the One Halfe. 'Tis well, says Aesop; but This is not so much your own Bounty yet, as The Intention of Him that buried it; for the very same Letters direct the Dividing of it. As for Example once again Now. α stands for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; β for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; δ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ω for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; ε for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; θ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; χ for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉; In English, Divide the Gold that you have found. Why then, says Xanthus, let us go home and share it. No sooner were they got Home, but Aesop was presently laid by the Heels, for fear of Blabbing, crying out as Loud as he could, This comes of trusting to the Faith of a Philosopher; The reproach Nettled his Master: But however he caused his Shackles to be taken off upon't, and Admonished Aesop to keep his Licentious Tongue in a Little better Order for the future, if ever he hoped to have his Liberty. For That, says Aesop, Prophetically, I shall not Need to Beg it of you as a favour, for in a very few days I shall have my Freedom, whether you will or no.   

CAP. XIV. Aesop Expounds upon an Augury, and is made Free.  
AESOP had thus far born All the Indignities of a Tedious Slavery, with the Constancy of a Wise Man, and without either Vanity or Abjection of Mind. He was not Ignorant however of his own Value; Neither did he Neglect any honest Way or Occasion of Advancing his Name and his Credit in the World; as in One Particular Instance among the Samians, on a Strange Thing that happened There upon a Very Solemn Day. The Ring, it seems, that had the town-seal upon't was laid somewhere in Sight, Where an Eagle could come at it; She took it up in the air, and dropped it into the bosom of a Slave. The Samians took this for a Fore-boding, that threatened some dismal Calamity to the State, and in a general Consternation They presently called a council of their Wise Men; and Xanthus in the first Place, to give their Opinions upon This Mysterious Accident. They were All at a Loss what to Think on't; only Xanthus desired some few Days time for further Consideration. Upon This, he betook himself to his Study, and the More he Beat his Brains about it, the further he found himself from any hope of Expounding The Secret. This put him into a deep melancholy; which made Aesop very Importune, and Impatient, to know the Cause of it; with Assurances, That he would serve his Master in The Affair, Whatever it was, to the Uttermost of his Power. Xanthus' hereupon laid the Whole Matter before him, and told him in Conclusion, that he was not only lost in his Reputation, but in Danger to be Torn to Pieces by the Rabble. When Aesop found how the Case stood, Never Trouble your Head any further, says he, Do but follow my Advice, and I'll bring you off as well now as ever I did before. When you Appear to Morrow to give in your Answer, I would have you Speak to the People after this Manner.  
I need not tell your Wisdoms, That so Many Heads so Many Minds, and so many several Men, so many several Conceptions of Things; Nay and further, That every several Art, or Profession requires a Distinct Faculty or Disposition, that is more or less Peculiar to itself. It is the Custom of the World for People in All Cases where They are either Ignorant or doubtful, to Repair to Men that have the Reputation of Philosophers, for council and Satisfaction. But this, under favour, is a Great Mistake; for it is with Philosophers, as it is, I say, with other Arts and Professions that have their Functions a part the One from the Other. Wisdom, 'tis true, may be called properly enough the Knowledge of Things Divine and Humane, but will you therefore expect that a Philosopher should do the Office of a shoemaker or a Barber, because the Trades are conversant about Humane Things? No No Gentlemen, a Man may be a Great Philosopher without any Skill at All in the Handling of the Awl, or the Razor. But if the Question were Concerning the Government of Life and Manners, the Nature of Things Celestial or Terrestrial; The Duties that we own to God or Man; you could not do better then repair to Philosophers for satisfaction. But for reading upon Prodigies; or Commenting upon the Flights of Birds, or the Entrails of Beasts, These are Things quite Beside the philosopher's Business. If there be any thing you doubt of that falls under the Cognizance of Philosophy, I am ready to serve you in●…t; But your present Point being Augury, I shall take leave to Acquaint you that a Servant I have at home, is as likely to make a Right judgement that way as any Man I know. I should not Presume to name a Servant; Neither Perchance would you think fit to make use of one; If the Necessity of your present Distress, were not a very Competent and Reasonable Excuse.  
Here's your Speech, says Aesop; and your Credit saved whether They'll hear me or Not. If they send for me, The Honour will be yours, in Case I Deliver myself to their Liking, and the Disgrace will be Mine than if I Miscarry. His Master was pleased beyond Measure with the Advice, but he did not as yet Understand Whether it Tended.  
Xanthus' Presented himself Early the next Morning before the council, Where he Dilated Upon The Matter according to his Instructions, and so referred Them to his Servant for the Clearing of the Difficulty. The People with one voice cried out Where is he? Why does he not Appear? Why has not his Master Brought him along with him? In short, Aesop was Immediately fetched into the Court, and at the very First Sight of him, They All burst out a Laughing by Consent. This Fellow, says one, may have Skill perhaps in Divining, but he has Nothing that's Humane about him. Another asked Where he was Born, and whether or not Blocks had the Faculty of Speech in his Country. Aesop, upon This, addressed himself to the council.  
You have here before ye, (says Aesop) an Ungracious Figure of a Man, which in truth is not a Subject for your Contempt, Nor is it a Reasonable Ground for your despair, upon the Matter in Question. One Wise Man values Another for his Understanding, not for his Beauty; Beside that the Deformity of my Person is no Incapacity at All as to your Business. Did you never taste Delicious drink out of an Ill looked vessel? or did you never drink Wine that was Vapid, or Eager, out of a vessel of Gold? 'Tis Sagacity and Strength of Reason that you have Occasion for, not the force of Robust Limbs, nor the Delicacies of Colour and Proportion. Wherefore I must Beseech ye not to judge of My Mind by my Body, nor to Condemn me Unheard. Upon this, they All cried out to him, If he had any thing to say for the Common Good, That he would speak it. With your favour, says he, It is for that End I presume, that ye have called me hither, and it is with a Great Zeal for your Service, that I stand now before ye: But when I consider the Weight of the Matter in hand, and the Office That I am now to Perform, it will as little stand with your honours Perhaps, to take the Opinion of a Slave into your counsels and Debates, as it will with my Condition to offer it. Beside the Risque I run of my master's Displeasure upon the Event. But All This may yet be Obviated, my Fears secured, my Modesty gratified, and your own Dignity preserved, only by making me a Freeman before hand, to Qualify me for the Function. They All said it was a Most Reasonable Thing, and presently Treated about the Price of his Liberty, and ordered the Quaestors to pay down the Mony. When Xanthus saw that the thing must be done, He could not Decently stand Higgling about the Price; But making a Virtue of Necessity, he chose rather to Present Aesop to the commonwealth, then to Sell him. The Samians took it very kindly, And Aesop was Presently manumised, and made a Citizen in Form, Proclaim●…d a Freeman; and after this Ceremony, he Discoursed upon the Subject of the Portent as follows.  
I shall not need to tell so many Wise and Knowing Men, that the Eagle is a Royal Bird, and signifies a Great King; that the Dropping of the Ring into the Bosom of a Slave that has no Power over himself, portends the Loss of Your Liberties, if you do not look to yourselves in Time; And that some Potent Prince has a Design upon ye. This put the Samians all afire to hear the Issue of the Prediction. In some short time after there came Ambassadors from Croesus the King of Lydia, to Demand a Tribute on the behalf of their Master, and Threat●…ned the Samians with a war in Case of a Refusal. This Affair came to be Debated in the council, where the Majority was rather for Peace with Slavery, then for running the Risque of a Dispute; but they would not come to a Resolution yet, without first Consulting Aesop What They had best to do; Who gave Them his Thoughts upon't in Words to This Effect.  
Every Man in this World has Two ways before him, That is to say, first, The Way of Liberty, that's Narrow and Rugged at the Entrance, but plainer and smother still the further you go. Secondly, The Way of Servitude or Slavery, that seems to be easy at first, but you'll find it afterwards to be full of Intolerable Difficulties. The Samians, upon These Words, Declared themselves Unanimously for Liberty, and that since they were at present Free, They would never make Themselves Slaves by their own Consent: So the Ambassadors Departed, and there was a War Denounced.  
When Croesus came to Understand the Resolution the Samians had taken, and how Inclinable they were to a compliance, till Aesop, by the Power only of a few words, Diverted them from it, he resolved to send for and Discourse with Aesop. So He made an Offer to the Samians, upon their sending Aesop to him, to put a Stop at present to the course of his Arms. When Aesop came to hear of their Proposition, he told them That he was not against their sending of him, Provided only that he might tell them One Story before he Left them.  
In Old Time, (says he) when some Beasts talked better sense than Many Men do now a days, there happened to be a Fierce War betwixt the Wolves and the Sheep, And the Sheep, by the help of the Dogs, had rather the Better on't. The Wolves, upon This, offered the Sheep a Peace, on Condition only that they might have their Dogs for Hostages, The Silly credulous Sheep agreed to't, and as soon as ever they had parted with the Dogs, The Wolves broke in upon them, and destroyed them at pleasure. See Fab. 45.  
The Samians quickly smelled out the Moral of this Fable, and cried out, One and All, that they would not part with Aesop: But this did not hinder Aesop however from putting himself aboard, and taking a Passage for Lydia with the Ambassadors.   

CAP. XV. Aesop. Presents himself before the King of Lydia.  
IMmediately Upon Aesop's Arrival in Lydia, he Presented himself before the King, who looking upon him with Contempt, Hatred, and Indignation; Is This a Man says he, to hinder the King of Lydia from being Master of Samos? Aesop then with a Reverence after the Lydian Fashion, deliver▪ d what he had to say.  
I am not here (says he, Great King) in the Quality of a Man that's Given up by his Country, or under the Compulsion of any force; But it is of my own Accord that I am now come to lay myself at your majesty's feet, and with this only Request, that you will vouchsafe me the Honour of your Royal ear, and Patience but for a few words.  There was a Boy hunting of Locusts, and he had the Fortune to take a Grasshopper. She found he was about to kill her, and Pleaded after this Manner for her Life. Alas (says she) I never did any Body an Injury, and never had it either in my Will or in my Power to do't. All my Business is my Song; and what will you be the Better for my Death? The Youth's Heart relented and he set the Simple Grasshopper at Liberty. 
Your Majesty has now that Innocent Creature before you: There's Nothing that I can pretend to but my voice, which I have ever employed so far as in me Lay, to the Service of Mankind. The King was so Tenderly moved with the Modesty and Prudence of the Man, That he did not only give him his Life, but bade him ask any thing further that he had a Mind to, and it should be Granted him. Why then, says Aesop, (with that Veneration, Gratitude and Respect that the Case required) I do most humbly implore your majesty's favour for my countrymen the Samians. The King Granted him his Request, and Confirmed it under his seal; Beside that the Piety of making that Petition his Choice, was a further Recommendation of him to his Royal Kindness and Esteem.  
Aesop, soon after This, returned to Samos with the News of the Peace, where he was welcomed with All the Instances of Joy and Thankfulness Imaginable; Insomuch that they Erected a Statue for him, with an Inscription upon it, in Honour of his Memory. From Samos he returned afterwards to Croesus, for whose Sake he Composed several of Those Apologues that Pass in the World to This Day under his Name. His Fancy lay extremely to Travelling; but above All other Places, he had the Greatest Mind to see Babylon: To which End he got Letters of Recommendation from Croesus to the King there: who, according to Herodotus, was a Friend, and an Ally of Croesus', and his Name, Labynetus; not Lycerus, as Planudes has Handed it down to us upon a Great Mistake. But his Curiosity led him first to pass through Greece, for the sake of the Seven wise Men, whose Reputation was at That Time Famous All over the World. He had the Good Hap in his Travels to find them at Corinth, together with Anacharsis, and several of their Followers and Disciples, Where they were All Treated by Periander at a Villa of his not far off the town. This Encounter was to the Common Satisfaction of the Whole Company; the Entertainment Philosophical, and Agreeable, and among other Discourses, they had some Controversy upon the Subject of Government; and which was the most Excellent Form: Aesop being still for Monarchy, and the Rest for a commonwealth. He travelled thence, a while after into Asia, and so to Babylon, according to his first Intention.   

CAP. XVI. Aesop Adopts Ennus. Ennus' Ingratitude and Falseness, and Aesop's Good Nature.  
IT was the Fashion in those Days, for Princes to Exercise trials of Skill in the Putting and Resolving of Riddles, and Intricate Questions; and He that was the Best at the Clearing or Untying of Knotty Difficulties carried the Prize. Aesop's Faculty lay notably that way, and rendered him so serviceable to the King, that it brought him both Reputation and Reward. It was his Unhappiness to have No Children, for the Comfort and Support of his Old Age; So that with the King's Consent, he Adopted a young Man, who was Well Born, and Ingenious enough, but Poor; His Name was Ennus. Aesop took as much care of his Institution, as if he had been his own Child, and trained him up in those Principles of virtue and Knowledge that might most probably render him Great and Happy. But there's no working upon a Flagitious and Perverse Nature, by Kindness and Discipline, and 'tis time lost to think of Mastering so Incurable an Evil: So that Ennus, after the Manner of other Wicked Men, heaping One villainy upon another, Counterfeits his father's Name and Hand to Certain Letters, wherein he Promises his Assistance to the Neighbour Princes against Labynetus. These Letters Ennus carries to the King, and Charges his Father with Treason, though in Appearance, with All the trouble and unwillingness that was possible, Only a Sense of his Duty to his King and to his Country, swallowed up All other Respects of Reverence and Modesty that a Son owes to a Father. The King took All These Calumnies for Instances of Ennus' Affections to him, without the Least suspicion of any Fraud in the Matter: So that without any further Enquiry, he ordered Aesop to be put to Death. The Persons to whom the Care of his Execution was Committed, being well Assured of his Innocence, and of the King's Ungovernable Passions, took him out of the way, and Gave it out that he was Dead. Some few days after this, there came Letters to Labynetus from Antasis the King of Egypt, wherein Labynetus was Desired by Amasis to send him a certain Architect that could raise a Tower that should Hang in the air, and likewise Resolve All Questions. Labynetus was at a Great Loss what answer to return, And the Fierceness of his Displeasure against Aesop being by This time somewhat Abated, he began to inquire after him with Great Passion, and would often Profess, That if the Parting with One half of his Kingdom could bring him to Life again, he would Give it. Hermippus and Others that had kept him out of the Way, told the King upon the Hearing of This, That Aesop was yet Alive; so They were commanded to bring him forth; which they did, in All the Beastlyness he had Contracted in the Prison. He did no sooner Appear, but he made his Innocence so manifest, that Labynetus in Extreme Displeasure and Indignation, commanded the False Accuser to be put to Death with most Exquisite Torments; But Aesop, after All this, Interceded for him, and Obtained his Pardon, upon a Charitable Presumption, that the sense of so Great a Goodness and Obligation would yet work upon him. Herodotus tells this Story of Cambyses the Son of Cyrus, and Croesus, and with what Joy Cambyses received Croesus again, after he was supposed to be put to death by his own Order; but Then it Varies in This, that he Caused Those to be put to Death, that were to have seen the Execution done, for not Observing his Commands.   

CAP. XVII. Aesop's Letters of Morality to his Son Ennus.  
UPON Aesop's coming again into Favour, he had the King of Aegypt's Letter given him to Consider of, and Advised Labynetus to send him for Answer, That Early the next Spring he should have the Satisfaction he Desired. Things being in this State, Aesop took Ennus Home to him again, and so ordered the Matter, that he wanted neither counsels nor Instructions, nor any other Helps or Lights that might Dispose him to the Leading of a Virtuous Life, as will Appear by the Following Precepts.  

My Son (says he) Worship God with Care and Reverence, and with a Sincerity of Heart void of All hypocrisy or Ostentation: Not as if that Divine Name and Power were only an Invention, to Frigh Women and Children, but know, That God is Omnipresent, True and almighty.  
Have a Care even of your Most Private Actions and Thoughts, for God sees through you, and your Conscience will bear Witness against you.  
It is according to Prudence, as well as Nature, to pay that Honour to your Parents that you Expect your Children should pay to you.  
Do All the Good you can to All men; but in the First Place to your Nearest Relations, and do not Hurt however, where you can do no Good.  
Keep a Guard upon your Words as well as upon your Actions, that there be no Impurity in Either.  
Fellow the Dictates of your Reason, and you are Safe; and have a Care of Impotent Affections.  
Apply yourself to Learn More, so long as there's any Thing Left that you do not know, and Value Good council before Mony.  
Our Minds must be Cultivated as well as our Plants; The Improvement of our Reason makes us like angels, whereas the Neglect of it turns us into Beasts.  
There's no Permanent and Inviolable Good, but Wisdom and Virtue, though the Study of it signifies Little without the Practice.  
Do not think it impossible to be a Wise Man, without looking sour upon it. Wisdom makes Men Severe, but not inhuman.  
It is Virtue not to be Vicious.  
Keep Faith with All Men. Have a Care of a lie, as you would of sacrilege. Great babblers have No Regard either to Honesty or Truth.  
Take Delight in, and frequent the Company of Good Men, for it will give you a Tincture of their Manners too.  
Take heed of that Vulgar Error, of thinking that there is any Good in Evil. It is a Mistake when Men talk of Profitable Knavery, or of Starving Honesty; for Virtue and justice carry All that is Good and Profitable along with them.  
Let Every Man mind his own Business, for Curiosity is Restless.  
Speak Ill of No body, and you are no more to Hear Calumnies then to Report them: Beside that, they that practise the One, Commonly Love the Other.  
Propose Honest Things; fellow Wholesome counsels, and Leave the Event to God.  
Let no man Despair in Adversity, nor presume in Prosperity, for All Things are Changeable.  
Rise Early to your Business, Learn Good Things, and Oblige Good Men; These are three Things you shall never Repent of.  
Have a Care of Luxury and Gluttony; but of Drunkenness Especicially; for Wine as well as Age makes a Man a Child.  
Watch for the Opportunities of doing things, for there's Nothing Well done, but what's done in Season.  
Love and Honour Kings, Princes and Magistrates, for they are the Bands of Society, in Punishing the Guilty, and Protecting the Innocent.   
These, or such as these, were the Lessons that Aesop read daily to his Son; but so far was he from mending upon Them, that he grew Every Day worse and worse, showing that it is not in the power of Art or Discipline to Rectify a Perverse Nature, or (as Euripides says) to Make a Man Wise that has not Soul. But however, according to Neveletus, he came soon after to be Touched in Conscience for his Barbarous Ingratitude, and died in a raging Remorse for what he had done.  
The Spring was now at Hand, ●nd Aesop was preparing for the Task he had Undertaken About the Building of a Tower in the Air, and Resolving All Manner of Questions: But I shall say no more of That romantic part of the History, then that he went into Egypt, and Acquitted himself of his Commission to Amasis with great Reputation. From thence back again to Labynetus, Laden with Honours and Rewards; from whom he got leave to Return into Greece; but upon Condition of Repassing to Babylon by the First Opportunity.   

CAP. XVIII. Aesop's Voyage to Delphos; his Barbarous Usage There, and his Death.  
WHEN Aesop had almost taken the Whole Tower of Greece, he went to Delphos, either for the Oracle sake, or for the sake of the Wise Men that Frequented the Place. But when he came thither, he found Matters to be quite otherwise then he expected, and so far from deserving the Reputation they had in the World for Piety and Wisdom, that he found them Proud, and avaricious, and Hereupon delivered his Opinion of Them under this Fable.  
I find (says he) the Curiosity that brought me Hither, to be much the Case of People at the Sea side, that see something come Hulling toward them a great way off at Sea, and take it at first to be some Mighty Matter, but upon Driving Nearer and Nearer the Shore, it proves at last to be only a heap of weeds and Rubbish. See Fab. ●…89.  
The Magistrates of the Place took Infinite Offence at this Liberty and presently entered into a Conspiracy against him to take away his Life, for fear he should Give them the same Character elsewhere in his travels, that he had done there upon the Place. It was not so Safe they thought, nor so Effectual a Revenge to make him away in private; but if they could so contrive it, as to bring him to a shameful End, under a Form of Justice, it would better answer their Business and Design. To Which Purpose they caused a Golden Cup to be secretly conveyed into his Baggage, when he was packing up to departed. He was no sooner out of the town upon his journey, But Immediately Pursued and taken upon the way by Officers, and Charged with Sacrilege. Aesop denied the Matter, and Laughed at them All for a Company of Mad Men; But upon the Searching of his Boxes, they took the Cup, and showed it to the People, Hurrying him away to Prison in the Middle of his Defence. They brought him the Next Day into the Court, Where Notwithstanding the Proof of his Innocence, as clear as the Day, he was Condemned to die; and his Sentence was to be Thrown headlong from a Rock, Down a Deep Precipice. After his Doom was past, he Prevailed upon Them, with much ado to be heard a few Words, and so told them the Story of the Frog and the Mouse, as it stands in the Fable.  
This wrought nothing upon the Hearts of the Delphians, but as they were Bawling at the Executioner, to Dispatch and do his Office, Aesop on a Sudden gave them the Slip, and Fled to an Altar hard by there, in hopes that the Religion of the Place might have Protected him, but the Delphians told him, that the Altars of the Gods were not to be any Sanctuary to those that Robbed their Temples; Whereupon he took Occasion to tell them the Fable of the Eagle and the Beetle to this Following Effect, As it stands in the Book, Num. 378.  
Now says Aesop (after the telling of this Fable) you are not to Flatter yourselves that the Prophaners of Holy Altars, and the Oppressors of the Innocent, shall ever Escape Divine Vengeance. This Enraged the Magistrates to such a Degree, that they commanded the Officers Immediately to take Aesop from the Altar, and Dispatch him away to his Execution. When Aesop found that Neither the holiness of the Place, nor the Clearness of his Innocence was Sufficient to Protect him, and that he was to fall a Sacrifice to Subornation and Power, he gave them yet one Fable more as he was upon the Way to Execution.  
There was an Old Fellow (says he) that had spent his Whole Life in the country without ever seeing the town, he found himself Weak and Decaying, and Nothing would serve, but his Friends must needs show him the town once before he died. Their Asses were very well Acquainted with the Way, and so they caused them to be made Ready, and turned the Old Man and the Asses lose, without a Guide to try their Fortune. They were overtaken Upon the Road by a Terrible Tempest, so that what with the Darkness, and the Violence of the Storm, the Asses were Beaten out of their Way, and Tumbled with the Old Man into a Pit, where he had only time to Deliver his Last Breath with This Exclamation. Miserable Wretch that I am to be destroyed, since die I must, by the Basest of Beasts; by Asses. And that's my Fate now, in suffering by the Hands of a Barbarous Sottish People, that Understand Nothing either of Humanity or Honour; and Act Contrary to the ties of Hospitality and justice.. But the Gods will not suffer my Blood to lie Unrevenged, and I doubt not, but that in Good Time the judgement of Heaven will give you to Understand your Wickedness by your Punishment. He was speaking on, but They Pushed him Off Head long from the Rock, and he was Dashed to Pieces with the Fall.  
The Delphians, soon after This, were visited with Famine and Pestilence, to such a Degree, that they Went to Consult the Oracle of Apollo to know what Wickedness it was had brought these Calamities upon Them. The Oracle gave them this Answer, That they were to Expiate for the Death of Aesop. In the Conscience of their Barbarity, they Erected a Pyramid to his honour, and it is upon Tradition, that a Great Many of the Most Eminent Men among the Greeks of that Season, went afterwards to Delphos upon the News of the Tragical End of Aesop, to Learn the Truth of the History, and found upon Enquiry, That the Principal of the Conspirators had laid Violent hands upon Themselves.  
UTILE DULCI    

THE FABLES OF AESOP, etc.  

FABLE I. A Cock and a Diamond.  
AS a Cock was turning up a Dunghill, he spied a Diamond. Well (says he to himself) this sparkling Foolery now to a Lapidary in my place, would have been the Making of him; but as to any Use or Purpose of mine, a Barley-Corn had been worth Forty on't.  

The MORAL.  
He that's Industrious in an Honest Calling, shall never fail of a Blessing. 'Tis the part of a Wise Man to Prefer Things Necessary before Matters of Curiosity, Ornament, or Pleasure.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Moralists will have Wisdom and Virtue to be meant by the Diamond; the World and the Pleasures of it, by the Dunghill; and by the Cock, a Voluptuous Man, that Abandons himself to his Lusts, without any regard, either to the Study, the Practice, or the Excellency of Better Things.  
Now, with favour of the Ancients, this Fable seems to me, rather to hold forth an Emblem of Industry and Moderation. The Cock lives by his honest labour, and maintains his Family out of it; His Scraping upon the Dunghill, is but Working in his Calling: The precious Stone is only a gaudy Temptation that Fortune throws in his way to divert him from his Business and his Duty. He would have been glad, he says, of a Barley-Corn instead on't; and so casts it aside as a thing not worth the heeding. What is all this now, but the passing of a true Estimate upon the matter in question, in preferring 〈◊〉 which Providence has made and pronounced to be the Staff of Life, before a glittering Gew-Gaw, that has no other Value, than what Vanity, Pride, and Luxury, have set upon't? The Price of the Market to a jeweller in his Trade, is one thing, but the intrinfick Worth of a thing, to a Man of Sense, and judgement, is another. Nay, that very Lapidary himself, with a coming Stomach, and in the Cock's place, would have made the Cock's Choice. The doctrine, in short, may be this; That we are to prefer things necessary, before things superfluous; the Comforts and the Blessings of Providence, before the dazzling and the splendid Curiosities of Mode and Imagination: And finally, that we are not to govern our Lives by Fancy, but by Reason.    

FAB. II. A Cat and a Cock.  
IT was the hard Fortune once of a Cock, to fall into the Clutches of a Cat. Puss had a month's Mind to be upon the Bones of him, but was not willing to pick a Quarrel however, without some plausible colour for't. Sirrah (says she) what do you keep such a bawling, and screaming a Nights for, that no body can sleep near you? Alas, says the Cock, I never wake any body, but when 'tis time for People to rise, and go about their Business. Nay, says the Cat, and then there never was such an incestuous Rascal: Why, you make no more Conscience of Lying with your own Mother, and your Sisters— In truth, says the Cock again, that's only to provide Eggs for my Master and Mistress. Come, come, says Puss, without any more ado, 'tis time for me to go to Breakfast, and Cats don't live upon Dialogues; at which word she gave him a Pinch, and so made an end, both of the Cock, and of the Story.   

FAB. III. A Wolf and a Lamb.  
AS a Wolf was lapping at the Head of a Fountain, he spied a Lamb, paddling at the same time, a good way off down the Stream. The Wolf had no sooner the Prey in his Eye, but away he runs open-mouth to't. Villain (says he) how dare you lie muddling the Water that I'm a drinking? Indeed, says the poor Lamb, I did not think that my drinking there below, could have fouled your Water so far above. Nay, says t'other, you'll never leave your chopping of logic, till your Skin's turned over your Ears, as your Fathers was, a matter of six Months ago, for prating at this saucy rate; you remember it full well, Sirrah. If you ll believe me, Sir, (quoth the innocent Lamb, with fear and trembling) I was not come into the World then. Why thou Impudence, cries the Wolf, hast thou neither Shame, nor Conscience? But it runs in the Blood of your whole Race, Sirrah, to hate our Family; and therefore since Fortune has brought us together so conveniently, you shall even pay some of your forefathers Scores before you and I part; and so without any more ado, he leapt at the Throat of the miserable helpless Lamb, and tore him immediately to pieces.  

The MORAL of the Two Fables above.  
'Tis an easy Matter to find a Staff to Beat a Dog. Innocence is no Protection against the Arbitrary Cruelty of a Tyrannical Power: But Reason and Conscience are yet so Sacred, that the Greatest villainies are still contenanced under that Cloak and colour.   

REFLECTION.  
PRIDE and Cruelty never want a Pretence to do Mischief. The Plea of Not Guilty goes for Nothing against Power: For Accusing is Proving, where Malice and Force are joined in the Prosecution.  
When Innocence is to be oppressed by Might, Arguments are foolish things; nay, the very Merits, Virtues, and good Offices of the Person accused, are improved to his Condemnation: As the Industry and Watchfulness of the Cock here, in the calling of People out of their Beds to work when 'tis time to rise, is turned upon him as a Crime. Nay, such is the Confidence of a spiteful Cruelty, that People shall be charged (rather than fail) with things utterly impossible, and wholly foreign to the Matter in question. The Lamb itself shall be made malicious. And what is this now, but the lively Image of a perverse Reason of State, set up in opposition to Truth and Justice; but under the August Name and Pretence, however of Both? As Loyalty, for the purpose, shall be called Rebellion, and the Exercise of the most Necessary Powers of Government, shall pass for Tyranny and Oppression. Decency of Religious Worship shall be made Superstition; Tenderness of Conscience shall be called Phanaticism, Singularity and Faction; and the very Articles of the Christian Faith shall be condemned for heresy. Villainies have not the same Countenance, when there are Great Interests, Potent Mediations, Presents, Friends, Advocates, Plausible Colours, and Flourishes of Wit, and rhetoric, interposed betwixt the Sight and the Object. There are ways of Deceiving the Eyes, as well as of Blinding them; so that the Cause of the Innocent must be Remitted at last to that Great and Final Decision, where there is no longer any Place for Passion, Partiality, Corruption, or Error. But as to the Business of This World, when the Cocks and the Lambs lie at the Mercy of Cats and Wolves, they must never expect better Quarter; especially where the heart's Blood of the One, is the Nourishment and Entertainment of the Other.    

FAB. iv A Frog and a Mouse.  
THere fell out a Bloody Quarrel once betwixt the Frogs and the Mice, about the Sovereignty of the fens; and whilst Two of their Champions were Disputing it at Swords Point, Down comes a Kite Powdering upon them in the Interim, and Gobbles up both together, to Part the Fray.   

FAB. V A Lion and a Bear.  
THere was a Lion and a Bear had gotten a Fawn betwixt them, and there were they at it Tooth and Nail, which of the Two should carry't off. They Fought it out, till they were even glad to lie down, and take Breath. In which Instant, a Fox passing that way, and finding how the case stood with the Two Combatants, seized upon the Fawn for his Own Use, and so very fairly scampered away with him. The Lion, and the Bear saw the Whole Action, but not being in condition to Rise and Hinder it, they passed this reflection upon the whole matter; Here have we been Worrying one another, who should have the Booty, till this Cursed Fox has bobbed us Both on't.  

The MORAL of the Two Fables above.  
'Tis the Fate of All Gotham-Quarrels, when Fools go together by the Ears, to have Knaves run away with the Stakes.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is no more than what we see daily in Popular Factions, where Pragmatical Fools commonly begin the Squabble, and Crafty Knaves reap the Benefit of it. There is very rarely any Quarrel, either public, or Private, whether betwixt Persons, or Parties, but a Third Watches, and hopes to be the Better for't.  
And all is but according to the Old Proverb, While Two Dogs are fight for a Bone, a Third runs away with it. Divide and Govern, is a Rule of State, that we see confirmed and Supported by daily Practice and Experience: So that 'tis none of the Slightest Arguments for the Necessity of a Common Peace, that the Litigants Tear one another to pieces for the Benefit of some Third Interest, that makes Advantage of their Disagreement. This is no more than what we find upon Experience through the whole History of the World in All Notable Changes, and Revolutions; that is to say, the Contendents have been still made a Prey to a Third Party. And this has not been only the Fare and the Event of Popular Quarrels, but the Punishment of them; for the judgement still Treads upon the Heel of the Wickedness. People may talk of Liberty, Property, Conscience, Right of Title, etc. but the Main Business and Earnest of the World, is Money, Dominion, and Power, and how to Compass Those Ends; and not a Rush matter at last, whether it be by Force, or by Cunning. Might and Right are Inseparable, in the Opinion of the World; and he that has the Longer Sword, shall never want, either Lawyers, or Divines to Defend his Claim. But than comes the Kite, or the Fox, in the Conclusion; that is to say, some Third Party, that either by Strength, or by Craft, Masters both Plaintiff and defendant, and carries away the Booty.    

FAB. Vi A Dog and a Shadow.  
AS a Dog was crossing a River, with a Morsel of Good Flesh in his Mouth, he saw (as he thought) Another Dog under the Water, upon the very same Adventure. He never considered that the One was only the Image of the Other; but out of a Greediness to get Both, he chaps at the Shadow, and Loses the Substance.  

The MORAL.  
All Covet, All Lose; which may serve for a Reproof to Those that Govern their Lives by Fancy and Appetite, without Consulting the honour, and the justice of the Case.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is the Case of Unreasonable, and Insatiable Desires; as in Love, Ambition, and the Like; where People are still reaching at More and More, till they lose All in the Conclusion.  
There are more Meanings of Substance and Shadow; of Mistaking One for tother; and Losing All by Chopping at More; than the Bare Sense and Letter of the Dog, the Flesh, and the Image here in the Fable. Under these Heads are comprehended all Inordinate Desires, Vain Hopes, and Miserable Disappointments. What shall we say of those that spend their Days in Gaping after Court-Favours and Preferments; Servile Flatteries; and Slavish Attendances? That Live, and Entertain themselves upon Blessings in Vision? (For Fair Words and Promises, are no more than Empty Appearances) What is all This, but Sacrificing a Man's Honour, Integrity, Liberty, Reason, Body, Soul, Fortune, and All, for Shadows? We place our Trust in Things that have no Being; Disorder our Minds, Discompose our Thoughts, Entangle our Estates, and Sell ourselves, in One Word, for Bubbles. How wretched is the Man that does not know when he's Well, but passes away the Peace and Comfort of his Life, for the Gratifying of a Fantastical Appetite, or Humour! Nay, and he Misses his Aim, even in That too, while he Squanders away his Interest, and Forfeits his Discretion, in the Pursuit of One Vanity after Another. Ambition is a Ladder that reaches from Earth to Heaven; and the First Round is but so many Inches in a Man's way toward the Mounting of All the Rest. He's never well till he's at the Top, and when he can go no Higher, he must either Hang in the Air, or Fall; For in This Case, he has nothing above him to Aspire to, nor any foothold left him to come down by. Every Man has what's Sufficient, at Hand, and in Catching at more than he can carry away, he loses what he Had. Now there's Ingratitude, as well as Disappointment, in All these Rambling and Extravagant Motions: Beside, that Avarice is always beggarly; for He that Wants, has as good as Nothing. The Desire of More and More, rises by a Natural Gradation to Most, and after that, to All; Till in the Conclusion we find ourselves Sick and Weary of All that's possible to be had; solicitous for something else, and then when we have spent our Days in the Quest of the Meanest of Things, and at the Feet too of the Worst of Men, we find at the bottom of the Account, that all the Enjoyments under the Sun, are not worth Struggling for. What can be Vainer now, than to Lavish out our Lives and Fortunes in the Search and Purchase of Trifles; and at the same time to lie Carking for the Unprofitable Goods of this World, and in a restless Anxiety of Thought for what's to come. The Folly, in fine, of these Vexatious and Frivolous Pursuits, shows itself in all the Transports of our Wild and Ungovern'd Affections.  
Here is further set forth in this Emblem, All the Fabulous Torments of Hell, even aboveground. Men that are Tainted with this Appetite are ready to die of Thirst, with Tantalus, and the Water running at their very Lips. They are condemned, with the Sisters, to the Filling of Tubs with Holes in 'em; which is but a Lively Figure of so much labour spent in Vain, upon the Gratifying of Unreasonable Desires. What's a Man's Contending with Insuperable Difficulties, but the Rolling of Sisiphus' Stone up the Hill, which is sure beforehand, to Return upon him again? What's an Eternal Circulation of the same Things, as well as the same Steps, without Advancing one Inch of Ground toward his Journey's End, but ●…xion in the Wheel? And all this while, with Cares, and Horrors at his Heart, like the vulture that's Day and Night Quarrying upon Prometheus' Liver.  
But after all that's said upon this Subject, of our Mistake, and Punishment, the Great Nicety will lie in Rightly Distinguishing betwixt the Substance, and the Shadow; and in what degree of Preference the one stands to the other. Now this must be according to Epictetus' Distribution of Matters, into what we have in our own Power; and what not; and in Placing things Honest and Necessary, before other Subordinate Satisfactions. Aesop's Dog here was in the Possession of a very Good Breakfast, and he knew very well what he had in his Mouth; but still, either out of Levity, Curiosity, or Greediness, he must be Chopping at something else, that he neither Wanted, nor Understood, till he lost All for a Shadow; that is to say, for just nothing at All.    

FAB. VII. A Lion, an Ass, etc. a Hunting.  
A Lion, an Ass, and some other of their Fellow-Forresters, went a Hunting one day; and every one to go share and share-like in what they took. They plucked down a Stag, and cut him up into so many Parts; but as they were entering upon the Dividend, Hands off says the Lion: This Part is mine by the Privilege of my Quality: This, because I'll have it in spite of your Teeth: This again, because I took most Pains for't; and if you Dispute the Fourth, we must even Pluck a Crow about it. So the Confederates Mouths were all stopped, and they went away as mute as Fishes.  

The MORAL.  
There's no entering into Leagues or Partnerships, with those that are either too Powerful, or too Crafty for us. He that has the Staff in his Hand will be his Own Carver. Bought Wit is Best.   

REFLECTION.  
SAVING the Incongruity of making the Ass a Beast of Prey, we are to learn from hence the Danger of Unequal Alliances; where the Poor and the Weak lie at the Mercy of the Rich and the Powerful; and no Remedy but Patience and Resignation.  
People should have a care how they Engage themselves in Partnerships with Men that are too Mighty for them, whether it be in money, Pleasure, or business. Find out something, says a Court-Minion, and then upon the Discovery, he lays hand on't for himself. So Says, and so Does the Lion here to the Ass and his Companions. Now this is only a State-way of Fishing with Cormorants. Men in Power, Plunge their clients into the Mud, with a Ring about their Necks; So that let them bring up what they will, nothing goes down with them that they shall be ever the Better for. And when they come in Conclusion to Cast up the Profit and Loss of the Purchase, or the Project; what betwixt Force, Interest, and Good Manners, the Adventurer escapes well if he can but get off at last with his labour for his Pains.  
Ambition, and the Insatiable Thirst of money, Greatness, and Glory, know no other Bounds of Justice or Conscience, than the Measures of a Corrupt Appetite. Services are paid with smoke and Fair Words; and there goes a World of Unprofitable Ceremony to the Mortifying of an Honest Man. Promises and Protestations are only Passages of Course, and mere Expletives; that in the Construction of Civility, and Good Breeding, signify no more than [Your Humble Servant Sir.] All, in short, that the Lion says and does, in this Instance, is but according to the Practice of Men in Power in a Thousand other Cases.    

FAB. VIII. A Wolf and a Crane.  
A Wolf had got a Bone in's Throat, and could think of no better Instrument to Ease him of it, than the Bill of a Crane; so he went and Treated with a Crane to help him out with it, upon Condition of a very considerable Reward for his pains. The Crane did him the Good Office, and then claimed his Promise. Why how now Impudence! (says t'other) Do you put your Head into the Mouth of a Wolf, and then, when y'ave brought it out again safe and sound, do you talk of a Reward? Why Sirrah, you have your Head again, and is not that a Sufficient recompense?  

The MORAL.  
One Good Turn they say requires another: But yet He that has to do with Wild Beasts (as some Men are No Better) and comes off with a Whole Skin, let him Expect No Other Reward.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable will bear Divers Morals; as First, That it is but Due Gratitude to be Thankful to our Preservers. Secondly, The Crane's Good Fortune can hardly Excuse his Facility. And then the Crane did Ill again to Insist upon a Reward; for a Good Office pays itself; neither was he reasonably to Expect that so Perfidious a Creature should keep Touch with him. Thirdly, Though the Wolf was to blame for not making Good his Promise, there is yet in Equity a kind of a Reward, in not Chopping off his Head when he had it at Mercy.  
The Case of the Crane here, is a Case of Conscience; for 'tis a Nice Business to Determine, how far Wicked Men in their Distresses May be relieved; How far they Ought to be relieved; and to what Degree of Loss, labour, and Difficulty, a Sober, a Wise, and a Good Man may Interpose to their Redress. He may Give; he may Lend, he may Venture, so far as Generosity and Good Nature shall prompt him; provided always that he go no farther than the Conscience of the Cause, or of the Action will Warrant him. A Man is at Liberty, 'tis true, to do many Kind and Brave Offices, which he is not Bound to do: And if the Largeness of his Heart shall carry him beyond the Line of Necessary Prudence, we may reckon upon it only as a more Illustrious Weakness.  
Here is a Fiction of One Crane that scaped, that there might not want One Instance of an Encouragement to a Dangerous Act of Charity: But this One Instance is not yet sufficient to justify the making a Common Practice of it, upon the same Terms. 'Tis possible for One Blot not to be Hit; or to be Over-seen perhaps. And so 'tis as possible for One Ill Man, either not to think of the Mischief he could do, or to slip the Occasion of it; but such a Deliverance however, is a Thing to Thank Providence for, without standing upon a Reward for the Service. The Bone in the Throat of the Wolf, may be Understood of any sort of Pinch, or Calamity, either in Body, Liberty, or Fortune. How many do we see Daily, Gaping and Struggling with Bones in their Throats, that when they have gotten them drawn out, have Attempted the ruin of their Deliverers! The World, in short, is full of Practices and Examples to Answer the Intent of this Fable; and there are Thousands of Consciences that will be touched with the Reading of it, whose Names are not written in their Foreheads.    

FAB. IX. A Countryman and a Snake.  
A Countryman happened in a Hard Winter to spy a Snake under a hedge, that was half Frozen to Death. The Man was Good natured, and Took it up, and kept it in his Bosom, till Warmth brought it to Life again; and so soon as ever it was in Condition to do Mischief, it bitten the very Man that saved the Life on't. Ah thou Ungrateful Wretch! Says he, Is that Venomous Ill Nature of thine to be satisfied with nothing less than the ruin of thy Preserver?  

The MORAL.  
There are Some Men like Some Snakes; 'Tis Natural to them to be doing Mischief; and the Greater the Benefit on the One side, the More implacable is the Malice on the other.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that takes an Ungrateful Man into his Bosom, is well nigh sure to be betrayed; and it is no longer Charity, but Folly, to think of Obliging the Common Enemies of Mankind. But 'tis no New Thing for good natured Men to meet with Ungrateful Returns. Wherefore Friendships, Charities, and Kindnesses, should be well weighed and examined, as to the Circumstances of Time, Place, Manner, Person, and Proportion, before we Sign and Seal. A Man had much better take a tiger into his Grounds, than a Snake into his Bosom. How many Examples have we seen with our own Eyes, of Men that have been picked up and relieved out of Starving Necessities, without either Spirit, or Strength to do Mischief, who in requital have afterwards conspired against the Life, honour, and Fortune of their Patrons and Redeemers. Did ever any of these Human Snakes lose their Venom for lying under some Temporary Incapacity of Using it? Will they be ever the less Dangerous and Malicious, when Warmth shall bring them to themselves again; because they were once Frozen and benumbed with Cold? The very Credulity Encourages an Abuse, where the Will to do Mischief only waits for the Power, and Opportunity of putting it in Execution. Facility makes the Innocent a Prey to the Crafty: Wherefore it is highly necessary for the One to know how far, and to Whom he Trusts; and for the Other to understand what he is to Trust to. The Snake, after his Recovery, is the very same Snake still, that he was at first. How many People have we read of in Story, that after a Pardon for One Rebellion, have been taken in Another with That very Pardon in their Pockets, and the Ink scarce Dry upon the Parchment? Now all this is no more than the Proverb in a Fable: Save a thief from the Gallows, and he'll Cut your Throat.    

FAB. X. A Lion and an ass.  
AN ass was so Hardy once, as to fall a Mopping and Braying at a lion. The lion began at first to show his Teeth, and to stomach the Affront; but upon Second Thoughts; Well! (says he) jeer on, and be an ass still. Take notice only by the way, that 'tis the Baseness of your Character that has saved your carcase.  

The MORAL.  
It is below the Dignity of a Great Mind to Entertain Contests with People that have neither Quality nor Courage: Beside the Folly of Contending with a Miserable Wretch, where the very Competition is a Scandal.   

REFLECTION.  
SCOUNDRELS are apt to be Insolent toward their Superiors; but it does not yet become a man of honour and Wisdom, to Contest with Mean Rascals; and to Answer Every Fool in his Folly. One Indignity is not to be revenged by Another.  
The very Contest sets the Master and the Man upon the Same Level; and the Lion was in the Right, not to Cast away his Displeasure upon an ass, where there was only Reputation to be Lost, and None to be Gotten. The very Beasts of the forest will Rise up in judgement against such men. Contempt in such a Case as This, is the only honourable Revenge.    

FAB XI. A City Mouse and a Country Mouse.  
THere goes an Old Story of a Country Mouse that Invited a City-Sister of hers to a Country Collation, where she spared for Nothing that the Place afforded; as Mouldy Crusts, cheeseparingsses, Musty Oatmeal, Rusty Bacon, and the like. Now the City-Dame was so well bred, as Seemingly to take All in Good Part: But yet at last, Sister (says she, after the Civilest Fashion) why will you be Miserable when you may be Happy? Why will you lie Pining, and Pinching yourself in such a Lonesome Starving Course of Life as This is; when 'tis but going to Town along with Me; to Enjoy all the Pleasures, and Plenty that Your Heart can Wish? This was a Temptation the Country Mouse was not able to Resist; so that away they trudged together, and about Midnight got to their Journeys End. The City Mouse showed her Friend the Larder, the Pantry, the kitchen, and Other Offices where she laid her Stores; and after This, carried her into the Parlour, where they found, yet upon the Table, the relics of a Mighty Entertainment of That very Night. The City-Mouse carved her Companion of what she liked Best, and so to't they fell upon a Velvet Couch together: The Poor Bumkin that had never seen, nor heard of such do before, blessed herself at the Change of her Condition, when (as ill luck would have it) all on a Sudden, the Doors flew open, and in comes a Crew of Roaring Bullies, with their Wenches, their Dogs, and their Bottles, and put the Poor Mice to their Wits End, how to save their Skins. The Stranger Especially, that had never been at This Sport before; but she made a Shift however for the present, to slink into a Corner, where she lay Trembling and Panting till the Company went their Way. So soon as ever the House was Quiet again, Well: My Court Sister, says she, If This be the Way of Your Town-Gamboles, I'll even back to my Cottage, and my Mouldy Cheese again; for I had much rather lie Knabbing of Crusts, without either Fear or Danger, in my Own Little Hole, than be Mistress of the Whole World with Perpetual Cares and alarms.  

The MORAL.  
The Difference betwixt a Court and a Country Life. The Delights, Innocence, and Security of the One, compared with the Anxiety, the Lewdness, and the Hazards of the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Design of This Fable is to set forth the Advantages of a Private Life, above Those of a public; which are certainly very Great, if the Blessings of Innocence, Security, Meditation, Good Air, Health, and sound Sleeps, without the Rages of Wine, and Lust, or the Contagion of Idle Examples, can make them so: For Every Thing there, is Natural and Gracious. There's the Diversion of All Healthful Exercises for the Body; The Entertainment of the Place, and of the Rivers, without any Base Interest to Corrupt, either the Virtue, or the Peace of our Lives. He that's a Slave in the Town is a kind of a Petty Prince in the Country. He loves his Neighbours, without Pride, and lives in Charity with the Whole World. All that he sees is his Own, as to the Delight of it, without Envying the Prosperity. His Doors are not Troubled with either Dunns, or Fools, and he has the Sages of All Times in his Cabinet for his Companions. He lives to Himself as well as to the World, without brawls or Quarrels, of any sort whatsoever. He sees No Bloody Murders; He hears No Blasphemous Execrations; He lives free from the Plagues of jealousy and Envy: And This is the Life in fine, that the Greatest, and the Wisest Men in the World, Have, or would have made Choice of, if Cares and Business had not hindered them from so Great a Blessing.  
'Tis against Common Justice to pass Sentence without hearing Both sides: And the Only way to come to a True Estimate upon the Odds betwixt a public and a Private Life, is to Try Both. Virtue is only Glorious in the Native Simplicity of it, and while it holds no Communication with Interest, Fancy, Sense, or Ornament: Wherefore Aesop has done Wisely to cast the Issue of the Question upon the Experiment, Far from Jupiter (says the Adage) far from the Thunder. What signifies the splendour, and the Luxury of Courts, considering the Slavish Attendances, the Invidious Competitions, and the Mortal Disappointments that go along with it. The Frowns of Princes, and the Envy of those that Judge by Hearsay, or Appearance; without either Reason or Truth! To say nothing of the Innumerable Temptations, Vices, and Excesses, of a Life of Pomp, and Pleasure. Let a man but set the Pleasing of his Palate against the Surfeits of Gluttony and Excess, The Starving of his Mind against a pampered carcase; The Restless Importunities of Tale-bearers and Back Friends, against Fair Words and Professions only from the Teeth outward: Let him, I say, but set the One in balance against the Other, and he shall find himself Miserable, even in the very glut of his Delights. To say All in a Word; Let him but set the Comforts of a Life spent in Noise, Formality, and Tumult, against the Blessings of a Retreat with Competency and Freedom, and then Cast up his Account.  
What Man then, that is not stark Mad, will Voluntarily Expose himself to the Imperious brow-beating and Scorns of Great Men! to have a Dagger struck to his Heart in an Embrace; To be torn to pieces by Calumny, nay to be a Knave in his own Defence! for the Honester the Worse, in a Vicious Age, and where 'tis a Crime not to be like the Company. Men of that Character are not to be Read, and Understood by their Words, but by their Interests; their Promises and Protestations are no longer Binding than while they are Profitable. But Baudoin has done so well upon this Fable, that there needs no more to be said to't.    

FAB. XII. A Crow and a Muscle.  
THere was one of Your Royston-Crows, that lay Battering upon a Muscle, and could not for his Blood break the Shell to come at the Fish. A Carrion-Crow, in this Interim, comes up, and tells him, that what he could not do by Force, he might do by Stratagem. Take this Muscle up into the Air, says the Crow, as High as you can carry it, and then let him fall upon that Rock there; His Own Weight, You shall see, shall break him. The Roystoner took his Advice, and it succeeded accordingly; but while the One was upon Wing, the Other stood Lurching upon the Ground, and flew away with the Fish.  

The MORAL.  
Charity gins at Home, they say; and most People are kind to their Neighbours for their Own sakes.   

REFLECTION,  
IT is no longer an Amity of Virtue, but of Design, when we seek our Own Interest, under Colour of obliging Others; and men of Frankness and Simplicity, are the most easily imposed upon, where they have Craft and Treachery to deal withal. The Imposture, in Truth, can hardly Miscarry, where there is a full Confidence on the One side, and a Plausible Address and Disposition on the Other; Wherefore 'tis good to be Wary, but so as not to be Inexorable, where there is but any place for Charity itself to hope for better things; Not but that a Supine, Credulous Facility exposes a man to be both a Prey, and a Laughing stock, at once. 'Tis not for us to judge of the good Faith of men's Intentions, but by the Light we receive from their Works. We may set up this for a Rule however, that where the Adviser is to be evidently the Better for the Council, and the Advised, in Manifest Danger to be the worse for't, there's no meddling. The Crow's Counsel was good enough in itself; but it was given with a fraudulent Intention.    

FAB. XIII. A Fox and a Raven.  
A Certain Fox spied out a Raven upon a Tree with a Morsel in his mouth, that set his chaps a watering; but how to come at it was the Question. Ah thou Blessed Bird! (says he) the Delight of Gods, and of Men! and so he lays himself forth upon the Gracefulness of the raven's Person, and the Beauty of his Plumes; His Admirable Gift of Augury, etc. And now, says the Fox, If thou hadst but a Voice answerable to the rest of thy Excellent Qualities, the Sun in the Firmament could not show the World such Another Creature. This Nauseous Flattery sets the Raven immediately a Gaping as Wide as ever he could stretch, to give the Fox a taste of his Pipe; but upon the Opening of his Mouth, he drops his Breakfast, which the Fox presently chopped up, and then bade him remember, that whatever he had said of his Beauty, he had spoken Nothing yet of his Brains.  

The MORAL.  
There's hardly any man Living that may not be wrought upon more or less by Flattery: For we do all of us Naturally Overween in our Own Favour: But when it comes to be applied once to a Vain Fool, it makes him forty times an Arranter Sot than he was before.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable shows us the Danger and the Nature of Flattery. It calls Good Things by Ill Names, and Ill by Good; but it will never be out of Credit, so long as there are Knaves to Give it, and Fools to Take it. It is never more Pernicious than in the Courts of Great Princes, because a good deal of it looks like Duty; as in private Cases, it carries a face of Friendship. The way to Rise is to Please, and whatever is gotten by't, comes by Treachery. 'Tis a Design that endangers both Body, Soul, and Estate; and not One Man of a Million that's Proof against it. But Great and Good Men will rather look for their Character in the Writings and Precepts of the Philosophers, than in the Hyperboles of their Flatterers. For they know very well that Wise Books are the Only True Friends.  
There's a Fawning, Crafty Knave, and a Vain, easy Fool, well met, in this Fable of the Fox and the Raven; which is no more at last, than One sort of Rascal Cajoling Another; And then to show us, both that Impudence will stick at Nothing, and that a Self-Conceited Fop will swallow Any thing, the Raven's Beauty forsooth, and his Voice are the Topiques, that Reynard has made choice of to Dilate upon. The two main Ends of Flattery, are Profit, or Safety, though there are many others too that are less Principal; but in some respect or other, Reducible to these Heads. The One is too Mercenary, and the Other too Servile, for a man of Worth. There are also several sorts and degrees of it under this Division; and divers ways of Address and Application. But Flattery is Flattery still, and the Moral extends to All.  
'Tis in itself an Unmanly, Slavish Vice; but it is much Worse yet for the Alliance it has to hypocrisy: for while we make other people think Better of themselves than they Deserve, we make them think Better of Us too than We Deserve: For Self-love and Vanity on the One hand, Assists the Falseness and the confidence on the Other, while it serves to confirm weak Minds in the Opinion they had of Themselves before; and makes them Parties, effectually, in a Conspiracy, to their Own Ruin. The Measures, and the Artifices of it are Many, and in divers Cases so like Sincerity, that what betwixt Custom, and the Nature of the Thing, it looks, in truth, like a Virtue, and a Duty; that is to say, where it is so managed, as to be rather Instructive than puffing up. As for Example, for a body to say, [This or That was Wisely foreseen,] Or [You intent, I presume, to go This or That Way to Work:] and the like. Such an Insinuation as this is, carries the Force in it of a Tacite, and a prudent Advice; for it both serves to point out the Reason of the thing, and it preserves the Decency of that Respect which ought to go along with it. 'Tis a good Hint, the very suggesting of such or such a Precaution, though the consideration perhaps never came near the t' others Thought. But there is a certain Habitual Meanness of Soul, which has so far prevailed in the World, that Common Civility is no less Tainted by Course and Custom, than Friendship and Conversation is by Corruption.  
It is the Parasites Act to cast himself into all Shapes that may sort with the Figure of his Patron, in what Post, Function, or Administration soever; and to frame the Air and Countenance of his Words, Looks, and Actions accordingly, with a respect to his Power, Wisdom, Conduct, Bravery, Generosity, Justice, or what other Subject he thinks fit to treat upon. So that let him be never so Perfidious, Shallow, Rash, Timorous, Envious, Malicious, Proud, Covetous, etc. a Little Court Holy-Water Washes off all Stains. And what is this upon the Main now, but an Exchange of Air for Substance, and parting with All that either is, or aught to be Dear to us, for a Song. The Flatterer, first Counsels his Patron to his Loss; and then betrays him into the making himself Ridiculous; as what can be more so, than for a Raven to Value Himself upon his Croaking, or an ass upon his Braying? The only Benefit, or Good of Flattery is this; that by Hearing what we are Not; we may be Instructed what we Ought to be.    

FAB. XIV. An Old Lion.  
A Lion that in the Days of his Youth and Strength, had been very Outrageous and Cruel, came in the end to be Reduced by Old Age, and Infirmity, to the last Degree of Misery, and Contempt: Insomuch that All the Beasts of the forest; some out of Insolence, others in Revenge, some in fine, upon One Pretence, some upon Another, fell upon him by Consent. He was a Miserable Creature to all Intents and Purposes; but Nothing went so near the Heart of him in his Distress, as to find himself battered by the Heel of an ass.  

The MORAL.  
A Prince that does not secure Friends to Himself while he is in Power and Condition to oblige them, must never expect to find Friends, when he is Old and Impotent, and no longer Able to do them any Good. If he Governs Tyrannically in his Youth, he will be sure to be Treated Contemptuously in his Age; and the base his Enemies are, the more Insolent, and intolerable will be the Affront.   

REFLECTION.  
This may serve for a Lesson to men in Power, that they Treasure up Friends in their Prosperity, against a time of Need; for He that does not Secure himself of a stock of Reputation in his Greatness, shall most Certainly fall unpityed in his Adversity: And the base his Enemies are, the more insupportable is the Insolence, and the forwarder will they be to Trample upon him.  
The Case of this Miserable Old Lion may serve to put Great Men in mind, that the wheel of Time, and of Fortune is still Rolling, and that they themselves are to lie down at last in the Grave with Common Dust: And without any thing to support them in their Age, but the Reputation, Virtue and Conscience of a well spent Youth. Nay Age itself, is well-nigh sufficient to Deface every Letter and Action in the History of a Meritorious Life. For Old Services are buried under the ruins of an Old carcase: But there are None yet that fall so unpityed; so Just, so Necessary, and so Grateful a Sacrifice to the Rage and Scorn of the common People, as those that have raised themselves upon the spoils of the public: Especially when that Oppression is Aggravated with a Wanton Cruelty, and with Blood and Rapine, for the very love of Wickedness. It is a kind of Arrogance, in such a case, to be Honest, where 'tis both a Fashion, and a Credit to be Other.  
The Lion is here upon his deathbed; Not a Friend left him, nor so much as an Enemy, with either Fangs or Claws, that does not stand Gaping and Waiting for a Collop of him. Here he lies, Faint, Poor, and Defenceless, under the judgement of Divine Vengeance, and the Animadversion of Humane Justice, both at once; stung in his own Thoughts with the Guilty Remembrance of the Pride and Riot of his Youth, abandoned and despised, by the Righteous Retaliation of Heaven itself: All his Sins, as well as all his Adversaries; his Frauds, and Cruelties; Broken Vows, Promises and Contracts, his Tyranny and hypocrisy, and the Iniquity, in fine, of All his counsels, and Practices for the ruin of the Guiltless flying in the face of him.    

FAB. XV. An ass and a Whelp.  
A Gentleman had got a Favourite- Spaniel, that would be still Toying, and Leaping upon him, Licking his Cheeks, and playing a Thousand pretty Gambles, which the Master was well enough pleased withal. This Wanton Humour succeeded so well with the Puppy, that an ass in the House would needs go the same gamesome Way to Work, to Curry favour for Himself too; but he was quickly given to Understand, with a Good Cudgel, the Difference betwixt the One playfellow and the Other.  

The MORAL.  
People that live by Example, should do well to look very Narrowly into the Force and Authority of the precedent, without Saying, or Doing Things at a Venture: for that may Become One Man, which would be Absolutely Intolerable in Another, under Differing Circumstances.   

REFLECTION.  
Under the Allegory of the ass, is Insinuated the licence of a Buffoon. There's Mischief and Scandal in the very Sport, and Humour of it. There are some men that seem to have Brutal Minds wrapped up in Humane Shapes, Their very Caresses are Rude and Importune, and with Aesop's ass here, their very compliments deserve a Correction, rather than an Encouragement, or a Reward.  
All Creatures have somewhat in them peculiar to their Several Species; and that Practice is still the Best which is most Consonant to the Nature of them, by a Common Instinct. The fawn of an ass are as Unnatural as the Brayings would be of a Dog, and a man would as soon choose him for his Bed fellow as for his Play fellow. He that follows Nature is never out of his Way; and that which is Best for every Man, is Fittest for him too. He does it with Ease and Success, whereas all Imitation is putied, and Servile.    

FAB. XVI. A Lion and a Mouse.  
UPon the Roaring of a Beast in the Wood, a Mouse ran presently out to see what News: and what was it, but a Lion hampered in a Net! This Accident brought to her mind, how that she herself, but some few Days before, had fallen under the Paw of a Certain Generous Lion, that let her go again. Upon a Strict Enquiry into the Matter, she found This to be That very Lion; and so set herself presently to Work upon the couple of the Net; gnawed the threads to pieces, and in Gratitude delivered her Preserver.  

The MORAL.  
Without Good Nature, and Gratitude, Men had as good live in a Wilderness as in a Society. There is no Subject so Inconsiderable, but his Prince, at some time or Other, may have Occasion for him, and it holds through the Whole Scale of the Creation, that the Great and the Little have Need one of Another.   

REFLECTION.  
There is Nothing so Little, but Greatness may come to Stand in need on't, and therefore Prudence and Discretion ought to have a place in Clemency, as well as in Piety and Justice. 'Tis Doing as we would be done by; and the Obligation is yet Stronger, when there is Gratitude, as well as Honour and Good Nature in the Case. The Generosity of the Lion, and the Gratitude of the Mouse; The Power, the Dignity, and the Eminence of the One, and the Meanness of the Other; do all Concur to the making of this a very Instructive Fable. Who would have thought that Providence should ever have laid the Life of a Lion at the Mercy of a Mouse? But the Divine Wisdom that brings the Greatest Ends to pass by the most Despicable Means, Orders the Reward of Virtue, and the punishment of Vice, by Ways only known to itself, in token of an Approbation of the One, and a Dislike of the Other.  
Here's a Recommendation of Clemency and Wisdom, Both in One; for the Lion, in sparing the Life of the Mouse, saved his Own; and has left us in this Fable, an Instance of a Grateful Beast, that will stand upon Record to the Confusion of many an Ungrateful Man; that is to say, against those that in their Prosperity forget the Friends, that to their Loss and Hazard, stood by and succoured them in their Adversity. This is a Sin of so odious and Dangerous an Example, that it puts even Piety, and Gratitude itself out of Countenance. And then the Tenderness on the other side, is Matter of Interest, and ordinary Prudence, as well as of Virtue. If this Lion had killed the Mouse, what would the other Mice have said or Done afterward, when they should have found the same Lion in the Toil? [Have a care Good People; for this is He that killed our Sister, and we cannot save His Life, without Hazarding our Own. If the Huntsmen Kill Him, we are sure He'll never Kill Us; Beside that we shall have one Enemy the fewer for't, when he's gone.] Now the Reason of Aesop's Mouse here, works quite Another way. This Lion, (says he) gave Me my Life, when he had it at Mercy, and it is now My Turn, and Duty, to do what I can to preserve His. No Flesh, in fine, can be so Great, as not to tremble under the Force and Consequences of this precedent.    

FAB. XVII. A Sick Kite and her Mother.  
PRay Mother (says a Sick Kite) Give over these Idle Lamentations, and let Me rather have your Prayers. Alas! my Child, (says the Dam) which of the Gods shall I go to, for a Wretch that has robbed All their Altars?  

The MORAL.  
Nothing but the Conscience of a Virtuous Life, can make Death Easie to us; Wherefore there's No Trusting to the Distraction of an Agonizing, and a deathbed Repentance.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Kite's deathbed Devotion and Repentance works like the Charity and Piety of a great many Penitents we meet with in the World; that after the Robbing of Temples, the profaning of Altars, and other Violences of Rapine and Oppression, Build an Hospital perhaps, or some Little Alms-House, out of the ruins of the Church, and the spoils of Widows and Orphans; put up a Bill for the Prayers of the Congregation; Wipe their Mouths, and All's well again. But 'tis not for a Wicked Life to trust to the hazards of an Uncertain State, and Disposition at the point of Death. When Men come to that Last Extremity once, by Languor, Pain, or Sickness; and to lie Agonizing betwixt Heaven and Hell, under the stroke either of a Divine judgement, or of Human Frailty, They are not commonly so sensible of their Wickedness, or so Effectually touched with the remorse of a true Repentance, as they are Distracted with the terrors of Death, and the Dark Visionary Apprehensions of what's to come. People in that Condition do but discharge themselves of burdensome reflections, as they do of the Cargo of a Ship at Sea that has sprung a Leak: Every thing is done in a Hurry, and men only part with their Sins in the one Case, as they do with their Goods in the other; to Fish them up again, so soon as the storm is over. Grace must be very strong in these Conflicts, wholly to Vanquish the weaknesses of Distressed Nature. That certainly is none of the time to make Choice of for the Great Work of reconciling ourselves to Heaven, when we are divided, and confounded betwixt an Anguish of Body, and of Mind: And the Man is worse than Mad that Ventures his Salvation upon that Desperate Issue. We have abundance of these Sick Kites in the World, that after a Sacrilegious Life, spent in the Robbing of the Church, would willingly be thought to Die in the Bosom of it.    

FAB. XVIII. A Swallow and other Birds.  
THere was a Country Fellow at work a Sowing his Grounds, and a Swallow (being a Bird famous for Providence and Foresight) called a company of Little Birds about her, and bade▪ 'em take Good Notice what that Fellow was a doing. You must know (says the Swallow) that all the fowler's Nets and Snares are made of Hemp, or Flax; and that's the Seed that he is now a Sowing. Pick it up in time for fear of what may come on't. In short, they put it off, till it took Root; and then again, till it was sprung up into the Blade. Upon this, the Swallow told 'em once for All, that it was not yet too Late to prevent the Mischief, if they would but bestir themselves, and set hearty about it; but finding that no Heed was given to what she said; She even bad adieu to her old Companions in the Woods, and so betook herself to a City Life, and to the Conversation of Men. This Flax and Hemp came in time to be gathered, and Wrought, and it was this Swallows Fortune to see Several of the very same Birds that she had forewarned, taken in Nets, made of the very Stuff she told them off. They came at last to be Sensible of the folly of slipping their Opportunity; but they were Lost beyond All Redemption first.  

The MORAL.  
Wise Men read Effects in their Causes, but Fools will not Believe them till 'tis too late to prevent the Mischief. Delay in these Cases is Mortal.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY and Many a time has this been our own Case, both public and private, when we would not Believe the Danger of things till the Evil was come upon us: But Good Council is cast away, upon the Arrogant, the Self-conceited, or the stupid, who are either too Proud to take it, or too Heavy to Understand it.  
The Sowing of hempseed, and of Plot-seed is much at one. The Design, and the End are Destruction, Both Alike. The Swallow proposes the Preventing of ill Consequences in their Causes, and Obviating the Mischief Betimes: But that Counsel is either thrown off with a Raillery, or not minded at all: Governors would have enough to do, they Cry, to trouble their Heads with the politics of every meddling Officious Impertinent. Well! It takes Root; shows itself in the Blade, Advances, and Ripens: And still the Swallow is but the same Fool over again, for continuing the same Advice. The Hemp comes at last to be pluckt-up, peeled, dressed, and Spun; The Nets and Snares made and laid; and yet all this while the Birds could never find a time to Bethink themselves, till they came to be hampered, and Ruined past Recovery.  
What is all this but a perfect Emblem of the Method of Destroying Kingdoms and States. Cautions, or the common Ways of Anticipating, or Defeating 〈◊〉, are below the Wisdom of men of Intrigue, and Cabal; till at last, a Faction comes to be too hard for the Government. Now whether this befalls a Kingdom by Envy, Ignorance, Conspiracy, Treachery, or Presumption, it comes all to a case, so long as it does the Work. It is the Bane of Society, and in truth, even of particular Persons too, when betwixt Laziness and Neglect, men slip all the Opportunities, with the Birds here in the Fable, of a Safe, and of a Happy Life.    

FAB. XIX. The Frogs choose a King.  
IN the days of Old, when the Frogs were All at liberty in the Lakes, and grown quite Weary of living without Government, they petitioned Jupiter for a King, to the End that there might be some Distinction of Good and Evil, by Certain Equitable Rules and Methods of Reward and Punishment. Jupiter, that knew the Vanity of their Hearts, threw them down a Log for their governor; which, upon the first Dash, frighted the whole Mobile of them into the Mudd for the very fear on't. This panic Terror kept them in Awe for a while, till in good time, one Frog, Bolder than the Rest, put up his Head, and looked about him, to see how squares went with their New King. Upon This, he calls his Fellow-Subjects together; Opens the truth of the Case; and Nothing would serve them then, but Riding atop of him, Insomuch that the Dread they were in before, is now turned into Insolence, and Tumult. This King they said was too Tame for them, and Jupiter must needs be Entreated to send 'em Another: He did so, but Authors are Divided upon it, whether 'twas a Stork, or a Serpent; though whether of the Two soever it was, he left them neither Liberty, nor Property, but made a Prey of his Subjects. Such was their Condition in fine, that they sent Mercury to Jupiter yet once again for Another King, whose Answer was This: They that will not be Contented when they are Well, must be patiented when Things are Amiss with them; and People had better Rest where they are, than go farther, and far Worse.  

The MORAL.  
The Mobile are uneasy without a Ruler: They are as Restless with one; and the oftn'er they shift, the Worse they Are; So that Government, or No Government; a King of God's Making, or of the people's, or none at all; the Multitude are never to be satisfied.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable, under the Emblem of the Frogs, sets forth the Murmuring, and the Unsteadiness of the Common People; that in a State of Liberty will have a King: They do not like him when they have him, and so Change again, and grow Sicker of the Next, than they were of the Former. Now the business is only this: They are never satisfied with their present Condition; but their Governors are still either too Dull, or too Rigid. 'Tis a Madness for him that's Free, to put himself into a state of Bondage, and rather than bear a Less Misfortune to hazard a Greater.  
This Allusion of the Frogs runs upon All Four (as they say) in the Resemblance of the Multitude, both for the Humour, the Murmur, the Importunity, and the subject-Matter of the Petition. Redress of Grievances is the Question, and the Devil of it is, that the Petitioners are never to be pleased. In one Fit they cannot be Without Government: In Another they cannot bear the yoke on't. They find Absolute Freedom to be a Direct State of War; for where there's no Means of either preventing Strife, or Ending it, the Weaker are still a Prey to the Stronger. One King is too Soft, and Easie for them; Another too Fierce! And then a Third Change would do Better they think. Now 'tis Impossible to satisfy people that would have they know not what. They Beg and Wrangle, and Appeal, and their Answer is at last, that if they shift again, they shall be still Worse; By which, the Frogs are given to Understand the very truth of the Matter, as we find it in the World, both in the Nature, and Reason of the Thing, and in Policy, and Religion; which is, That Kings are from God, and that it is a Sin, a Folly, and a Madness, to struggle with his Appointments.    

FAB. XX. The Kite, Hawk, and Pigeons.  
THE Pigeons finding themselves Persecuted by the Kite, made Choice of the Hawk for their Guardian. The Hawk sets up for their Protector; but under Countenance of That Authority, makes more havoc in the Dove-House in Two Days, than the Kite could have done in Twice as many Months.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Dangerous Thing for People to call in a Powerful and an Ambitious man for their Protector; and upon the Clamour of here and there a Private person, to hazard the Whole Community.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is Highly Dangerous, and Imprudent, for a People in War to call in an Enemy-Prince to their Defence. There's no Trusting a Perfidious Man, nor any Enmity like the Pretended Protection of a Treacherous Friend.  
There is no Living in this World without Inconveniences, and therefore People should have the Wit, or the Honesty, to take up with the Least, and to bear the Lot, which is not to be Avoided, with Honour, and Patience. How many Experiments have been made in the Memory of Man, both in Religion, and in State, to mend Matters, upon pretence that they were uneasy, by making them Intolerable, And whence is This, but from a Mistaken Opinion of the Present, and as False a judgement of the Future! And all for want of Rightly Understanding the Nature and the Condition of Things, and for want of Foresight into Events. But we are Mad upon Variety, and so Sick of the Present, (how much soever Without, or Against Reason) that we Abandon the Wisdom, and the Providence of Heaven, and Fly from the Grievances of God's Appointment, to Blind Chance for a Remedy. This Fable in One Word was never more Exactly moralised than in our Broils of Famous Memory.  
The Kite was the Evil counsellor; The Freeborn People that complained of them were the Pigeons; The Hawk was the Power or Authority that they appealed to for Protection. And what did all this come to at Last? The very Guardians that took upon them to Rescue the Pigeons from the Kite, destroyed the Whole Dove-House, devoured the Birds, and shared the Spoil among Themselves.    

FAB. XXI. A Dog and a Thief.  
AS a Gang of thiefs were at work to Rob a House, a Mastiff took the alarm, and fell a Baying: One of the Company spoke him Fair, and would have stopped his Mouth with a Crust: No, says the Dog, This will not do, for Several Reasons. First, I'll take no Bribes to Betray my Master. Secondly, I am not such a Fool neither, as to sell the Ease and Liberty of my Whole Life to come, for a piece of Bread in Hand: For when you have Rifled my Master; pray who shall Maintain Me?  

The MORAL.  
Fair Words, Presents, and Flatteries are the Methods of Treachery in Courts as well as in Cottages, only the Dogs are Truer to their Masters than the Men.   

REFLECTION.  
WHEN Ill Men take up a Fit of Kindness all on a sudden, and appear to be Better natured than Usual, 'tis Good Discretion to suspect Fraud, and to lay their Words, and their Practices together: The Greater the Trust, the Greater is the Treachery, and the base is the villainy too. This Moral reaches to All sorts of trusties whatsoever.  
It were well if All Two-Footed Servants were but as Faithful to their Masters as This Four-legged Animal. A Loaf of Bread was as much to Him as a Bag of Guineas to a Great-Officer; And why should not the One make as much Conscience of Betraying his Patron for Gold, as the Other of doing it for a Crust? Beside the Right Reasoning of the Dog upon the Consequence of Things. If I take Your Bread, (says he) You'll Rob My Master. But in the Other case it is not so much a Deliberation of what will follow upon't, as a kind of Tacit Composition, that does as good as say [For so much money I'll shut my Eyes, and let You Rob my Master.] Here's an Emblem now, of the Foresight, Fidelity, and Duty of a Trusty Servant, on the One hand, and of the Flattery, Arts and Practices that are employed by Evil Men to Corrupt him on the Other.  
Under the figure of This Faithful Trusty Servant; is couched a Lecture to All men of Business; let them be councillors, Confidents, Favourites, Officers, Soldiers, Traders, or what you will. For there are Good and Bad of All kind's and Professions. So that Aesop's Dog is a Reproach to False Men. public Persons have their ways of Temptation, and Address, as well as Private. And He that suffers a Government to be abused by carelessness, or Neglect, does the Same thing, with Him that Maliciously and Corruptly sets himself to cousin it. This holds as well too in the Private Case of being either Principal or accessary to the Robbing of a House; Only the Former, is a Treachery of a Deeper die. There are Loaves at the Gates of Courts and Palaces, as well as at the Door of a Cottage; and to Encourage the Abuse, there are a Thousand Quirks to avoid the Stroke of the Law, though None to Avoid the gild of the Sin. There needs no Contract Express; No Explicit Confederacy; for the Consent, and the Assistance is employed in receiving the Present; Or according to the Word in Fashion, the [acknowledgement:] which is only a Softer Name for a Bribe. Now this acknowledgement is of the Nature of a Direct Bargain, where the Sum, or the Reward is agreed upon before the Thing be done; though there's room yet for a Distinction, even in These Cases, betwixt what's done Openly and barefaced, and a Thing that's done in Hugger mugger, under a Seal of Secrecy and Concealment. But the Conscience at last is the Best judge of the Fraud. And without any more Words, the Dog in the Fable performed All the Parts of a Trusty Servant.    

FAB. XXII. A Wolf and a Sow.  
A Wolf came to a Sow that was just lying down, and very kindly offered to take care of her Litter. The Sow as Civil thanked her for her Love, and desired she would be pleased to stand off a little, and do her the Good Office at a Distance.  

The MORAL.  
There are no Snares so Dangerous as those that are laid for us under the Name of Good Offices.   

REFLECTION.  
ALL Men are not to be believed, or Trusted in All Cases; for People Generally Speaking are kind to their Neighbours for their Own Sakes. [Timeo Danaos, & Dona ferentes] A Wise Man will keep himself upon his Guard against the whole World, and more Especially against a Known Enemy, but most of All against that Enemy in the Shape of a Friend. As the S●…w had more Wit than to Entertain a Wolf for her Nurse.    

FAB. XXIII. A Mountain in Labour.  
When Mountains cry out, people may well be excused the Apprehension of some Prodigious Birth. This was the Case here in the Fable. The Neighbourhood were All at their wit's end, to consider what would be the Issue of That Labour, and instead of the Dreadful Monster that they Expected, Out comes at last a Ridiculous Mouse.  

The MORAL.  
Much ado about Nothing.   

REFLECTION.  
WHAT are All the Extravagant Attempts and erterprises of Vain Men in the World, but Morals, more or less of This Fable? What are Mighty Pretences, without Consideration, or Effect, but the Vapours of a Distemper, that like Sickly Dreams, have neither Issue nor Connexion? And the Disappointment is not All neither; for men make themselves Ridiculous, instead of Terrible, when this Tympany shall come to End in a Blast: and a Mountain to bring forth a Mouse.    

FAB. XXIV. An ass and an Ungrateful Master.  
A Poor ass, that what with Age, Labour, and Hard Burdens, was now worn out to the Stump in the Service of an Unmerciful Master, had the Ill Hap one day to make a False Step, and to fall down under his Load. His Driver runs up to him Immediately, and Beats him almost to Death for't. This (says the ass to himself) is according to the Course of the Ungrateful World. One Casual Slip is enough to Weigh down the Faithful and Affectionate Services of Long Life.   

FAB. XXV. An Old Dog and his Master.  
AN Old Dog, that in his Youth had led his Master many a Merry Chase, and done him all the Offices of a Trusty Servant, came at last, upon falling from his Speed and Vigour, to be Loaden at Every turn with Blows and Reproaches for it. Why Sir, (says the Dog) My Will is as Good as ever it was; but my Strength, and my Teeth are gone; and you might with as good a Grace, and Every jot as much Justice, Hang me up because I'm Old, as Beat me because I'm Impotent.  

The MORAL of the two FABLES above.  
The Reward of Affection and Fidelity must be the Work of another World: Not but that the Conscience of welldoing is a Comfort that may pass for a recompense even in This; in Despite of Ingratitude and Injustice.   

REFLECTION.  
THESE Fables are a Reproof to the Ungrateful Cruelty of those that will neither Forgive One Slip, nor Reward a Thousand Services, but take more Notice of a Particular Unlucky Accident, than of a General Laudable Practice. But One Stumble is enough to Deface the Character of an Honourable Life. It is a Barbarous Inhumanity in Great Men to Old Servants, to make the Failings of Age to be a Crime, without allowing the Past Services of Their Strength and Youth, to have been a Virtue. And This is found in Governments, as well as in Courts, and Private Families; with Masters and Mistresses, as well as in States.  
'Tis a miserable Thing, when Faithful Servants fall into the hands of Insensible, and Unthankful Masters; Such as Value Services only by the Profit they bring them, without any regard to the Zeal, Faith, and Affections, of the Heart, and pay them with Blows, and Reproaches in their Age, for the Use, Strength and Industry of their Youth. Nay Humane Frailty itself is Imputed to them for a Crime, and they are Treated Worse than Beasts for not being More than Men. Here's an Old Drudging cur turned off to Shift for Himself, for want of the very Teeth and Heels that he had lost in his master's Service. Nay, if he can but come off for Starving, it passes for an Act of Mercy. Under These Circumstances, the Bare Sense of a Calamity is called Grumbling, and if a man does but make a Face upon the Boot, he's presently a malcontent. It may be a Question now, whether the Wickedness, or the Imprudence of this Iniquity be the more Pernicious; for over and above the Inhumanity, 'tis a Doctrine of Ill Consequence to the Master Himself, to show the World how Impossible a Thing it is for a Servant to Oblige and Please him: Nay, it is some sort of Temptation also to Impiety and Injustice, when Virtue and Duty come to be made Dangerous.  
And yet it is not One Master perhaps of Twenty, all this while, that either directs, or takes Notice of These Indignities. It goes a Great Way, 'tis true, Barely to Permit them. One while perchance the Master is not ware of what is done, and then in Other Cases, it may fall out Effectually to be his Own Act, even against his Own Will: That is to say, when the Passions of Imperious, and Ill natured Servants are covered with the Name and Authority of their Patrons, in the Abuse of a Trust that was placed in 'em for Honester, and for Nobler Ends. It is Congruous enough yet to Apply the Moral of This Fiction, rather to the Driver of the ass, and to the Huntsman that managed the Chase, than to the Master Himself: But the ass and Dog were Beaten however, for being Old, and spent, in Despite of All the Bonds and Instincts of Honour, Piety, and Good Nature.    

FAB. XXVI. An ass, an Ape, and a Mole.  
AN ass and an Ape were Conferring Grievances. The ass complained mightily for want of Horns, and the Ape was as much troubled for want of a Tail. Hold your Tongues Both of ye, says the Mole, and be Thankful for what you have, for the Poor Moles are Stark Blind, and in a Worse Condition than either of ye.   

FAB. XXVII. The Hares and the Frogs.  
ONce upon a time the Hares found themselves mightily unsatisfied with the Miserable Condition they lived in, and called a Council to Advise upon't. Here we live, says one of 'em, at the Mercy of Men, Dogs, Eagles, and I know not how many Other Creatures and vermin, that Prey upon us at Pleasure; Perpetually in Frights, Perpetually in Danger; And therefore I am absolutely of Opinion that we had Better Die once for All, than live at This rate in a Continual Dread that's Worse than Death itself. The Motion was Seconded and Debated, and a Resolution Immediately taken, One and All, to Drown Themselves. The Vote was no sooner passed, but away they Scudded with That Determination to the Next Lake. Upon this Hurry, there leapt a Whole Shoal of Frogs from the Bank into the Water, for fear of the Hares. Nay, than my Masters, says one of the Gravest of the Company, pray let's have a little Patience. Our Condition I find is not altogether so bad as we fancied it; for there are Those you see that are as much afraid of Us, as we are of Others.  

The MORAL of the TWO Fables above.  
There's No Contending with the Orders and Decrees of Providence. He that Made us knows what's Fittest for us; and Every man's Own Lot (well Understood and managed) is Undoubtedly the Best.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis the Intent of These Two Fables, to show, that no People are so Miserable, but that at some Time or Other, in some Thing or Other, they have Reason to Account themselves Happy. And if they would but duly consider, how it is with many of their Neighbours, they would find it their Duty to be Thankful, that it is no Worse with Themselves. It is some Relief to the Miserable to show them that there are Others yet more Miserable, and there is not any thing so timorous, but something else is afraid of It. There are Those, 'tis True, that Die for the very Fear of Death, and Plunge themselves into Certain Misery, upon the Bare Apprehension of it: But this comes rather from their Spleen, than their Misfortune.  
Since so it is, that Nature Provides for the Necessities of All Creatures, and for the wellbeing of Every One in its kind: And since it is not in the Power of any Creature to make itself Other than what by Providence it was designed to be; what a Madness is it to Wish ourselves Other than what we Are, and what we Must continue to Be: Since the Thing is Bounded, and the Whole Matter predetermined. Every atom of the Creation has its Place assigned: Every Creature has its Proper Figure, and there is No Disputing with Him that Made it so. Why have not I This? and why have not I That? are Questions for a Philosopher of Bedlam to ask; and we may as well Cavil at the Motions of the Heavens, the Vicissitude of Day and Night, and the Succession of the Seasons, as Expostulate with Providence upon any of the rest of God's Works. The ass would have Horns, and the Tinker would fain be in Bed with my Lady. The Ape would have a Tail; and why should not a Mountebank Complain that he is not a Minister of State or justice? But in short, the Poor, Wretched, Blind Mole puts in with her Doctrine to take up the Quarrel.  
And what's the Case of the Hares now, but an Instance to fortify us against panic Frights and Terrors, for Trivial Causes; where the Fears are a great deal more Terrible than the Dangers? In All These Cases, we fancy ourselves much more Miserable than we Are, for want of taking a True Estimate of Things. We fly into Transports without Reason, and Judge of the Happiness, or Calamity, of Humane Life, by False Lights. A Strict Enquiry into the Truth of Matters will Help us in the One, and Comparison will set us Right in the Other. The Dogs and the Eagles Frighted the Hares; The Hares Frighted the Frogs, and the Frogs, Twenty to One, Frighted something else. This is according to the Course of the World, One Fears Another, and some body else is afraid of Him.  
It may seem to be a kind of a Malicious Satisfaction, that One Man 〈◊〉 from the Misfortunes of Another. But the Philosophy of This reflection stands upon Another Ground; for Our Comfort does not Arise from Other people's being Miserable, but from This Inference upon the balance, That we suffer only the Lot of Humane Nature: And as we are Happy or Miserable, compared with Others, So Other People are Miserable or Happy compared with Us: By which Justice of Providence, we come to be convinced of the Sin, and the Mistake of our Ingratitude. What would not a man give to be eased of the Gout or the Stone? Or supposing an Incurable Poverty on the One Hand, and an Incurable Malady on the Other; Why should not the Poor Man think himself Happier in his Rags, than the Other in his Purple? But the Rich Man Envies the Poor man's Health, without considering his Want; and the Poor Man Envies the Others Treasure without considering his Diseases. What's an Ill Name in the World to a Good Conscience within Ones self? And how much less Miserable upon the Wheel, is One man that is Innocent, than Another under the Same Torture that's Guilty. The Only Way for Hares and Asses, is to be Thankful for what they Are, and what they Have, and not to Grumble at the Lot that they must bear in spite of their Teeth.    

FAB. XXVIII. A Wolf, Kid, and Goat.  
A Goat that was going out one Morning for a Mouthful of Fresh Grass, charged her Kid upon her Blessing, not to Open the Door till she came back, to any Creature that had not a Beard. The Goat was no sooner out of sight, but up comes a Wolf to the Door, that had overheard the Charge; and in a Small Pipe calls to the Kid to let her Mother come in. The Kid smelled out the Roguery, and bad the Wolf show his Beard, and the Door should be Open to him.  

The MORAL.  
There never was any Hypocrite so disguised, but he had some Mark or Other yet to be known by.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE is Prudence, Caution, and Obedience, recommended to us in the kid's refusal to Open the Door; and here is likewise set forth in the Wolf, the Practice of a Fraudulent, and a Bloody Impostor. This Moral runs through the Whole Business of Humane Life, for so much as the Plot is carried on against the Simple and the Innocent, under False Colours, and Feigned Pretences. There are Wolves, in Policy, as well as in Mythology; and if the Kid's Obedience had not been more than her Sagacity, she would have found, to her Cost, the Teeth of a Wolf, in the mouth of a Goat; and the malice of an Enemy covered under the Voice and Pretence of a Parent.    

FAB. XXIX. A Dog, a Sheep, and a Wolf.  
A Dog brought an Action of the Case against a Sheep, for some Certain Measures of Wheat, that he had lent him. The Plaintiff proved the Debt by Three Positive Witnesses, The Wolf, the Kite, and the vulture, (Testes Probi & Legales) The defendant was cast into Costs and Damages, and forced to sell the Wool off his Back to satisfy the Creditor.  

The MORAL.  
‛ 'tis not a Straw matter whether the Main Cause be Right or Wrong, or the Charge True or False; Where the Bench, jury and Witnesses are in a Conspiracy against the prisoner.   

REFLECTION.  
NO Innocence can be Safe, where Power and Malice are in Confederacy against it. There's No Fence against Subornation, and False Evidence. What Greater judgement can befall a Nation, than for Sheep to be made Trespassers, and Wolves, Kites, and vultures to set up for Witnesses! This is a Large Field, if a body would amplify upon it: But the History of of the Age in Memory will be the Best Moral of This Fable. There's No Living however without Law: and there's No Help for't in many Cases, if the Saving Equity be overruled by the Killing Letter of it. 'Tis the Verdict that does the Business; but 'tis the Evidence, True, or False that Governs the Verdict. So that, (as it sometimes falls out) the Honour of the public may come to be concerned in the Defence and Support of an Undetected Perjury. The only Danger is the giving too much Credit to the Oaths of Kites and vultures. That is to say, of Witnesses so Profligate as to bring a Scandal even upon Truth itself, where it is so Asserted.    

FAB. XXX. A Countryman and a Snake.  
THere was a Snake that Bedded himself under the Threshold of a countryhouse: A Child of the Family happened to set his Foot upon't; The Snake bitten him, and he died on't. The Father of the Child made a Blow at the Snake, but missed his Aim, and only left a Mark behind him upon the Stone where he Struck. The Countryman offered the Snake, some time after This, to be Friends again. No, says the Snake, so long as you have This Flaw upon the Stone in Your Eye, and the Death of the Child in your Thought, there's No Trusting of ye.  

The MORAL  
In Matter of Friendship and Trust, we can never be too Tender; but yet there's a Great Difference betwixt Charity and Facility. We may Hope Well in many Cases, but let it be without Venturing Neck, and All upon't, for New-Converts are Slippery.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis Ill Trusting a reconciled Enemy; but 'tis Worse yet, to Proceed at One Step, from Clemency and Tenderness, to Confidence and Trust: Especially where there are so many Memorials in Sight, for Hatred and Revenge to work upon. 'Tis Generous however to Forgive an Enemy; though Extremely Hazardous to Grace him in the doing of an Ill Thing, with the Countenance of a Deference to his Merit. Nay, a Bare Easiness of Pardoning has but too often the Force of a Temptation to Offend again. 'Tis a Nice Business to Indulge on the Left Hand, without Punishing on the Right, for there must be No Sacrificing of a Faithful Friend to the Generosity of Obliging a Mortal Enemy. But the Case is then most Deplorate when Reward goes over to the Wrong side, and when Interest shall be made the Test and the Measure of Virtue. Upon the whole Matter, the Countryman was too easy, in Proposing a Reconciliation; (the Circumstances duly considered) And the Snake was much in the Right on the Other hand, in not entertaining it from a man that had so many Remembrancers at Hand still, to Provoke him to a Revenge. 'Tis a great error to take Facility, for Good Nature: Tenderness, without Discretion, is no better than a mere Pardonable Folly.    

FAB. XXXI. A Fox and a Stork.  
THere was a Great Friendship once betwixt a Fox and a Stork, and the Former would needs Invite the Other to a Treat. They had Several Soups served up in Broad Dishes and Plates, and so the Fox fell to Lapping, Himself, and bad his Guest hearty welcome to what was before him. The Stork found he was Put upon, but set so Good a Face however upon his Entertainment; that his Friend by All means must take a Supper with Him That night in Revenge. The Fox made Several Excuses upon the Matter of Trouble and expense, but the Stork in fine, would not be said Nay; So that at last, he promised him to come. The Collation was served up in Glasses, with Long Narrow Necks, and the Best of Every thing that was to be had. Come (says the Stork to his Friend) Pray be as Free as if you were at home, and so fell to it very Savourly Himself. The Fox quickly found This to be a Trick, though he could not but Allow of the Contrivance as well as the Justice of the Revenge. For such a Glass of sweetmeats to the One, was just as much to the Purpose, as a Plate of Porridge to the Other.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis allowable in all the Liberties of Conversation to give a Man a Rowland for his Oliver, and to pay him in his Own Coin, as we say; provided always that we keep within the Compass of Honour, and Good Manners.   

REFLECTION.  
AESOP has here given us the Fiction of a Case, wherein it may not be Amiss to repay an Abuse in its own Kind. The Mockery of the Fox was a Reproach, as it Hit the Stork on the Weak side; but That which was Rudeness, and Ill Nature in the Aggressor, was only a Monitory Justice, and a Discreet Sharpness in the Other. But This is the Fate Commonly of Drolls and Buffoons, that while they think to make Sport with Others, they serve only in the conclusion for a Laughing Stock Themselves.  
There's Nothing looks Sillier than a Crafty Knave Out-witted, and Beaten at his Own Play. The Foxes frolic went too far, in regard it was both upon an Invitation, and under his Own Roof. Now the Return of the Stork was only a Quid pro Quo, and a Warrantable Revenge, even according to the Rules of Good Manners, and Good Fellowship; for the Fox's leading the Humour gave the Other not only a Provocation, but a kind of a Right to Requite him in his Own Way: Beside that it was the Cleverer Mockery of the Two. This may serve to Reprove Those Liberties in Conversation that pass the Bounds of Good Nature, Honour, Honesty, and Respect. When they Exceed These Limits, they Degenerate into Scurrility, Scandal, and Reproach: for in All Cases, an Eye must be had to the Due Circumstances of Measure, Time, Place, Occasion, and Person. The Laws of Humanity, and Hospitality must be kept Sacred upon any Terms: for the Wounding of a Friend for the sake of a Jest, is an Intemperance, and an Immorality, not to be endured. There was somewhat of This in the Fox's leading the Frolique.    

FAB. XXXII. A Fox and a Carved Head.  
AS a Fox was Rummidging among a Great many Carved Figures, there was One very Extraordinary Piece among the Rest. He took it up, and when he had considered it a while, Well, (says he) What Pity 'tis, that so Exquisite an Outside of a Head should not have one Grain of Sense in't.  

The MORAL.  
‛ 'tis not the Barber or the tailor that makes the Man; and 'tis No New Thing to see a Fine Wrought Head without so much as One Grain of Salt in't.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY a Fool has a Fair outside, and Many a Man of Fortune, and 〈◊〉 has not so much as Common Sense. We have a Whole World of Heads to Answer the Drift of This Emblem: But there is No Judging however by the Senses, of Matters that the Senses can take No Cognizance of; as Virtue, Wisdom, and the Like. The Excellency, in fine, of of the Soul is above the Beauty of the Body: Not but that the Graces of the One, and the Endowments of the Other, may Encounter sometimes, (how rarely soever) in One and the Same Person. But Beauty and judgement are so far yet from being Inseparable, that they seem Effectually to Require, More or Less, a Diversity of Temperament: Beside that More Care is taken to Cultivate the Advantages of the Body than those of the Mind. To Wrap up all in a Word, the World itself is but a Great Shop of Carved Heads; and the Fox's Conceit will hold as well in the Life, as in the Fiction.    

FAB. XXXIII. A Daw and Borrowed Feathers.  
A Daw that had a mind to be Sparkish, tricked himself up with all the Gay-Feathers he could Muster together: And upon the Credit of these stolen, or borrowed Ornaments, he valued himself above All the Birds in the Air Beside. The Pride of This Vanity got him the Envy of all his Companions, who, upon a Discovery of the Truth of the Case, fell to Pluming of him by Consent; and when Every Bird had taken his Own Feather; the Silly Daw had Nothing left him to Cover his Nakedness.  

The MORAL.  
We steal from one Another all manner of Ways, and to all manner of Purposes; Wit, as well as Feathers; but where Pride and beggary Meet, people are sure to be made Ridiculous in the Conclusion.   

REFLECTION.  
EVERY thing is Best, and Every Man Happiest, in the State and Condition wherein Nature has placed them; But if Daws will be setting up for Peacocks, or Asses for Lions, they must Expect, and Content themselves to be laughed at for their Pains. The Allusion of the Daw here, and his Borrowed Feathers, Extends to All sorts of Impostors, Vain Pretenders, and Romancers, in Feats of Arms, State, Love, or the Like. It Points also at the Empty Affectation of Wit and Understanding; in which case, it fares as it does with men that set up for Quality, Birth, and Bravery, upon the Credit of a Gay outside; for Authors may be cozened upon the Tick, as well as tailors: Nay, we have seen some, even of our First Rate Writers, that have been Better at Disguising other people's Works, than Furnishing any thing of their Own; That is to say; upon the taking of them to pieces, the Stuff and Trimming is found to be Wholly stolen, and new-fourbished; and Nothing, in short, that they can Assume to Themselves but the Needle and Thread that tacked the Composition together. Now when these Plagiaries come to be stripped of their borrowed, or pilsered Ornaments, rhere's the Daw in the Fable truly moralised.    

FAB. XXXIV. An Ant and a Fly.  
THere happened a Warm Dispute betwixt an Ant and a Fly. Why, Where's the Honour, or the Pleasure in the World, says the Fly, that I have not My Part in? Are not All Temples and Palaces Open to me? Am not I the Taster to Gods and Princes, in All their Sacrifices and Entertainments? Am I not served in Gold and Silver? And is not my Meat and Drink still of the Best? And all This, without either money or Pains. I Trample upon Crowns, and Kiss what Ladies Lips I please. And what have You now to Pretend to all this While? Why, says the Ant, You Value yourself upon the Access You have to the Altars of the Gods, the Cabinets of Princes, and to All public Feasts and Collations: And what's all This but the Access of an Intruder, not of a Guest. For People are so far from Liking Your Company, that they Kill ye as fast as they can Catch ye. You're a Plague to 'em Wherever You Come. Your very Breath has Maggots in it, and for the kiss you Brag of, what is it but the Perfume of the Last dunghill you touched upon, once removed? For My Part, I live upon what's my Own, and Work Honestly in the Summer to Maintain myself in the Winter; Whereas the whole Course of Your Scandalous Life, is only Cheating or Sharping, one Half of the Year, and Starving, the Other.  

The MORAL.  
Here's An Emblem of Industry, and Luxury, set forth at large: with the Sober Advantages, and the Scandalous Excesses of the One and of the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable Marks out to us the Difference betwixt the Empty Vanity of Ostentation, and the Substantial Ornaments of Virtue. It shows that the Happiness of Life does not lie so much in the Enjoying of small Advantages, as in living free from Great Inconveniences, and that an Honest Mediocrity is Best. The Fly stands up for the Pride, the Luxury, and the Ambition of Courts, in the preference of Palaces, to Caves, and Private Retreats. The Ant contents herself with the Virtue of Sobriety, Retirement, and Moderation: She lives upon her Own, Honestly Gotten and possessed, without either Envy or Violence; Whereas the Fly is an Intruder, and a Common Smell-Feast, that sponges upon Other people's Trenchers.  
A Man can hardly fancy to himself a Truer Image of a Plain, Honest, Country Simplicity, than the aunt's part of the Dialogue in This Fable. She takes pains for What she Eats; Wrongs No body; and so Creates No Enemies; She wants Nothing, and she Boasts of Nothing; Lives Contented with her Own, and Enjoys all with a Good Conscience. This Emblem recommends to us the Blessings of a Virtuous Privacy, according to the just Measures of Right Nature, and in Few Words, comprizes the Sum of a Happy State.  
The Fly, on the Contrary, leads a Lazy, Voluptuous, Scandalous, Sharking Life; Hateful wherever she comes, and in Perpetual Fears and Dangers. She flutters, 'tis true, from place to place, from Feast to Feast, Brags of her Interest at Court, and of Lady's Favours: And what's This Miserable Insect at last, but the very Picture of one of our Ordinary Trencher-Squires, that spend their time in hoping from One Great man's Table to another's, only to Pick up Scraps, and Intelligence, and to Spoil Good Company! I cannot see one of These Officious, Humble Companions, Skipping up and down from leuée to leuée, and making himself Necessary, wherever he thinks fit to be Troublesome: I cannot hear a Finical Fop Romancing, how the King took him aside at such a time; What the Queen said to him at Another; How many Ladies fell out who should have him to herself; What Discourse passed; Where he is to Eat to morrow; What Company; What Dishes; What Wine; Who Loves Who; and what Intrigues are afoot in Church and State, etc. Without More Words I cannot Hear the Chat, or see the Vanity of these Pragmatical Empty busybodies without thinking of the Fly in the Fable. And This Application was the True End of Writing it.    

FAB. XXXV. A Frog and an ox.  
AS a Huge overgrown ox was Grazing in a Meadow, an Old Envious Frog that stood Gaping at him hard by, called out to her Little Ones, to take Notice of the Bulk of That Monstrous Beast; and see, says she, if I don't make myself now the Bigger of the Two. So she strained Once, and Twice, and went still swelling on and on, till in the Conclusion she forced herself, and Burst.  

The MORAL.  
Betwixt Pride, Envy, and Ambition, men fancy Themselves to be Bigger than they are, and Other People to be Less: And This Tumour Swells itself at last till it makes All Fly.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fancy is a Lash upon Those that set up to Live above their Quality and Fortune, and pretend to spend Penny for Penny with men of Twenty times their Estate, and therefore must needs Burst in the Conclusion! But Pride and Ambition Pushes men forward, not only to Extravagances, but Impossibilities, though to the Certain Undoing of the Weaker and the Meaner: When they come to Vie Power and expense with Those that are too High, and too many for them.  
Men that would be Bigger than God has made them, must even Expect to fall to Nothing. This Affectation strikes upon All the Weaknesses that Pride, Envy, or Ambition can fancy to itself, provided always that we do not take Emulation for Envy. In One Word, when men's Hearts and Thoughts are puffed up into a Desire of Things Unnatural, the Tumour is Incurable. But they are Weak Minds commonly, that are Tainted with This Evil. They take False Measures, both of Themselves, and of Others, without considering the Limits, Bulk, Fortune, Ability, Strength, etc. or in truth, the very Nature of the Things, Matters, or Person in Question. They set up Competitors for Learning, Power, Estate, Policy; They Censure their Betters, Despise their Equals, and Admire Themselves: But their Greatness all this while, is only in Imagination, and they make All fly with the Frog at last, by Straining to be Bigger than they Are, and Bigger than 'tis possible for them to Be.    

FAB. XXXVI. An ass and a Wolf.  
AN ass had got a Thorn in's Foot, and for want of a Better Surgeon, who but a Wolf at last, to draw it out with his Teeth! The ass was no sooner eased, but he gave his Operator such a Lick under the Ear with his Sound Foot for his Pains, that he stunned him, and so went his way.   

FAB. XXXVII. A Horse and a Lion.  
THere was an Old Hungry Lion would fain have been Dealing with a piece of Good horseflesh that he had in his Eye; but the Nag he thought would be too Fleet for him, unless he could Supply the want of Heels, by Artifice and Address. He puts himself into the Garb, and Habit of a Professor of physic, and according to the Humour of the World, sets up for a Doctor of the College. Under this Pretext, he lets fall a Word or two by way of Discourse, upon the Subject of his Trade; but the Horse smelled him out, and presently a Crotchet came in his Head how he might Countermine him. I got a Thorn in my Foot tother day, says the Horse, as I was Crossing a Thicket, and I'm even quite Lame on't. Oh, says the New Physician, Do but hold up your Leg a little, and I'll Cure ye immediately. The Lion presently puts himself in posture for the Office; but the Patient was too Nimble for his Doctor, and so soon as ever he had him Fair for his Purpose, gave him so Terrible a 〈◊〉 upon the Forehead with his Heel, that he laid him at his Length, and so got off with a whole Skin, before the Other could I ●…ccute his Design.  

The MORAL of the Two 〈◊〉 above.  
Harm Watch, Harm Catch, is but according to the Common Rule of Equity and Retaliation, and a very ●…arrantable Way of Deceiving the Deceiver.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No Trusting to the Fair Words of Those that have both an Interest, and an Inclination to Destroy us; Especially when the Design is carrved on under the Masque of a Friendly Office. It is but reasonable to Oppose Art to Art, and where we suspect False-Play, to Encounter One Trick with Another: Provided always that it be managed without breach of Faith, and within the Compass of Honour, Honesty, and Good Manners. The wolf had the same Design upon the ass, that the Lion had upon the Horse; and the Matter being brought to a Trial of Skill between them, the Countermine was only an Act of Self-Preservation.    

FAB▪ XXXVIII. A Horse and an ass.  
IN the Days of Old, when Horses spoke Greek and Latin, and Asses made Syllogisms, there happened an Encounter upon the Road betwixt a Proud pampered jade in the Full Course of his career, and a Poor Creeping Ass, under a Heavy Burden, that had chopped into the same Track with him. Why, how now Sirrah, says he, D'ye not see by these Arms, and Trappings, to what Master I belong? And D'ye not Understand that when I have That Master of mine upon my Back, the Whole Weight of the State rests upon My Shoulders? Out of the way thou slavish Insolent Animal, or I'll Tread thee to Dirt. The Wretched ass immediately Slunck aside, with this Envious reflection betwixt his Teeth. [What would I give to Change Conditions with That Happy Creature there.] This Fancy would not out of the Head of him, till it was his Hap some Few Days after to see This very Horse doing Drudgery in a Common Dung-Cart. Why how now Friend (says the Ass) How comes This about? Only the Chance of the War, says the Other: I was a Soldiers Horse, you must know; and my Master carried me into a battle, where I was Shot, hacked, and maimed; and you have here before Your Eyes the Catastrophe of My Fortune.  

The MORAL.  
The Folly, and the Fate, of Pride and Arrogance. The Mistake of Placing Happiness in any thing that may be taken away, and the Blessing of Freedom in a Mean Estate.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are to Gather from hence, that people would never Envy the Pomp and Splendour of Greatness, if they did but consider, either the Cares and Dangers that go along with it, or the Blessings of Peace, and Security in a Middle Condition. No man can be truly Happy, who is not every Hour of his Life prepared for the worst that can befall him. Now This is a State of tranquillity never to be attained, but by keeping perpetually in our Thoughts the Certainty of Death, and the Lubricity of Fortune; and by Delivering ourselves from the Anxiety of Hopes and Fears.  
It falls Naturally within the Prospect of This Fiction to Treat of the Wickedness of a Presumptuous Arrogance, the Fate that Attends it; The Rise of it; and the Means of either Preventing, or Suppressing it; The Folly of it; The Wretched and Ridiculous Estate of a Proud man, and the Weakness of That Envy that is Grounded upon the mistaken Happiness of Humane Life.  
If a body may be allowed to Graft a Christian Moral upon a Pagan Fable, what was it but Pride and Arrogance that first threw Lucifer out of Heaven, and afterward, Adam out of Paradise? [The shall be as God's] was the Temptation; an Impotent, and a Presumptuous Affectation of vainglory was the Sin; and a Malediction Temporal and Eternal was the Punishment. Now if the Charms of an Unruly Ambition could so far prevail upon the Angels Themselves in their Purity; and upon Mankind in a State of Innocence, how Strict a Guard ought we then to keep upon ourselves, that are the Children of disobedience, and bring the seeds of This Deadly Vanity into the World with us in our very Veins?  
It is highly Remarkable, that as Pride, and Envy are the Two Passions, that above All Others give the Greatest Trouble to the Sons of Men, so are they likewise the First Emotions of the Mind that we take Notice of in our Approaches to the Exercise of our Reason. They begin with us in the Arms of our Nurses, and at the very Breasts of our Mothers; for what's the meaning of All the Little Wrangles and Contentions else, which Child shall be most made off; or which Baby shall have the Gayer Coat? So that These Affections are in truth, Connatural to us, and as We ourselves grow up and Gather Strength, so do They; and pass Insensibly from our Inclinations into our Manners. Now the Corruption must needs be Strong, where Humane Frailty strikes in so Early with it, and the Progress no less Mortal, where it is suffered to go on without Control: For what are all the Extravagances of the lewdest Life, but the more Consummated Follies and Disorders, of either a Mis-taught, or a Neglected Youth? Nay, what are All the public Outrages of a Destroying Tyranny and Oppression, but Childish Appetites let alone till they are grown Ungovernable? Beside, that it is Infinitely Easier to prevent Ill Habits, than to Master them; As the choking of the Fountain is the surest Way to Cut off the Course of the River. It should be considered too that we have the seeds of Virtue in us, as well as of Vice; and when ever we take a Wrong bias, 'tis not out of a Moral Incapacity to do Better, but for want of a Careful Manage and Discipline, to set us Right at First.  
Wherefore Children should be Moulded while their Tempers are yet Pliant and Ductile. As Pride, for the Purpose, that Arises from a False Opinion of Things, should be Obviated by informing their Understandings. And so for Envy; the very Disposition to it is to be sweetened, as Flowing from a Certain Froward Tincture of Ill Nature. (I speak This of the Malevolent, cankered Passion of Envy, which, in Effect, is Little or Nothing akin to the Silly Envy of the Ass here in the Fable.) In One word, Children should be seasoned betimes, and lessoned into such a Contempt, and Detestation of This Vice, as neither to practise it Themselves, nor to Approve it in Others. This is, in Little, the Foundation of a Virtuous Life, and there goes no more than Judging, and Acting Aright, to the Character of a Good Philosopher, a Good Christian, and a Good Man: For to Know, and to Do, is the Compendium of our Duty,  
It is not for Every twattling Gossip yet, or some Empty Pedant, presently to Undertake This Province; for it requires a Critical Nicety both of Wit, and of judgement, to find out the Genius, or the Propensions of a Child, and to Distinguish betwixt the Impulses of Envy, and Those of Emulation: Betwixt the First Motions of a Churlish, and Impetuous Insolence, and Those of a Serene Greatness, and Dignity of Mind. It is not, I say, for Every Common Eye, or Hand, to Divide so Accurately betwixt the Good, and the Evil, the Gracious, and the Perverse, as to Hit the precise Medium of Encouraging the One, without Discouraging the Other. And This Faculty of Discerning is not enough neither, without a Watchful Assiduity of Application. The Just Season of Doing Things must be nicked, and All Accidents observed and improved; for Weak Minds are to be as Narrowly Attended, as Sickly Bodies: To say Nothing of the Infinite Curiosity of the Operation, in the Forming of our Lives and Manners: And that not One man of Ten Thousand is Competently qualified for the Office. Upon the Whole Matter there must be an Awe maintained on the One Hand, and at the same time, a Love and Reverence preserved on the Other. And all this must be ordered too with so Gentile a Softness of Address, that we may not hazard, either the Stifling, or the Quenching of Generous Inclinations, by bearing too Hard upon them, or the Licentiating of any thing that is Course and Vulgar, out of a foolish Facility or a Mistaken Pity. It is with our Passions, as it is with Fire and Water, they are Good Servants, but Bad Masters, and Subminister to the Best, and Worst of Purposes, at once. This is enough said, as to the Wickedness, and the Fate of Pride; The Source and Danger of it, together with the only sure and Effectual Means of Remedy.  
The Moral leads me in the Next place, to Consider the Folly of both the Horse and the Ass; The One, in Placing his Happiness upon any thing that could be Taken away; and the Other, in Envying that Mistaken Happiness, under the Abuse of the same Splendid Illusion and Imposture. What Signifies a Gay Furniture, and a pampered carcase; or any other Outward Appearance, without an intrinsic Value of Worth and Virtue? What signifies Beauty, Strength, Youth, Fortune, embroidered Furniture, gaudy Bosses, or any of Those Temporary, and Uncertain Satisfactions, that may be taken from us with the very next Breath we draw? What Assurance can any man have of a Possession that Every Turn of State, Every Puff of Air, Change of Humour, and the least of a Million of Common Casualties may Deprive him of? How many Huffing Sparks have we seen in the World, that in the same day have been both the Idols, and the Sport and Scorn of the same Slaves and Fools? Nay, how many Emperors and Princes, that in the Ruff of All their Glory have been taken down from the Head of a Conquering Army, to the Wheel of the victor's Chariot? Where's that Advantage under the Sun that any but a Mad man would be Proud of? Or where's That Pride itself that any Mortal in his Right Wits, would not find Reason to be Ashamed of? Take it singly, and what is there More in't, than an Unnatural, and an Unmanly Tympany, that Rises in a Bubble, and spends itself in a Blast? Take it in Complication, and we find a Thousand Weaknesses, Iniquities, and Vexatious Cutting Miseries wrapped up in't. What can be more Imprudent than to Affect Reputation by the Methods of Infamy? To Aspire to Greatness by the ways of becoming Odious and Contemptible? And to Propose the Erecting of a Mighty fabric, upon a Bottom that will Certainly sink under the Weight?  
The Disappointments of Those that Build their Hopes in this World upon a False Basis, fall under These Three General Heads. The Advantages we Value ourselves upon, may either be Taken from Us; or We from Them: Or, which is much at One, we may be brought by a Thousand Accidents to lose the Use and relish of them. As first for the Purpose; they may be taken from Us, by Cheats, Robberies, Subornations, False Oaths, Forgeries, Corrupt Judges; To say nothing of Fires, Earthquakes, Tempests, Inundations, Insurrections, and Other Violences without Number. Secondly, We may be taken from Them, by as many Ways as there are out of This World. A Fly or a Hair shall do the Office of a Rope. And then for the Third Branch, an Indisposition, a fever, an Acute Pain, an Impetuous Passion, an Anxious Thought, Impotency and Old Age, shall do the Work of Taking away both the Gust, and the Comfort of them. Nay, the very Loss of One Pleasure is enough to Damp, if not to Destroy the relish of Another.  
But now to carry the Allusion One Step further yet; It may be literally Asserted, that All Proud Men, over and above the Stroke of a Divine judgement, are Miserable, even in Themselves, and that no Circumstances in This World can ever make them Other. Their Appetites are Insatiable, and their Hearts consequently never at Rest; Whether it be Wealth, Power, Honour, Popular Esteem, or whatever else they pretend to. They Envy, and they are envied. 'Tis Impossible for them to be at rest, without Enjoying what it is Impossible for them to Attain. They live Gaping after More, and in a perpetual Fear of Losing what they have already. The Higher they are raised, the Giddier they are; the more Slippery is their Standing, and the Deeper the Fall. They are never Well, so long as Any thing is above them: And their Ambition carries them on to the Supplanting of their very Masters and Makers: When yet by a most Ridiculous Contradiction, they lie Effectually, (in the very same Instant) at the mercy of the men they most 〈◊〉. [The Silver, being Ten Thousand Talents, is given to Thee (says Ahasuerus to Haman,) The People also, to do with them, as it seemeth good unto Thee. Esther, Cap. 3. V 11.] Who would have imagined now, that the Stiff Crossness of a Poor Captive, should ever have had the Power to make Haman's Seat so uneasy to him? Or that the want of a Cap, or a Cringe, should so Mortally Discompose him, as we find afterwards it did! If Large Possessions, Pompous Titles, Honourable Charges, and Profitable Commissions; If a Plentiful Issue, Court Favours, or the Flowing Bounty of a Gracious Prince, could have made This Proud man Happy, there would have been Nothing wanting to his Establishment. But All This did not do his Work, it seems; neither, as big as he was, did there in Truth, need any Great Matter to Unsettle him. But he was as sure to sink under the Infirmity of his Own Mind, as if he had been doomed to Sink in the Fate of a Common ruin.  
When Haman saw Mordecai in the King's Gate, (says the Text) that he stood not up, nor Moved for him, he was full of Indignation against Mordecai. Nevertheless, Haman Refrained himself, and when he came Home, he sent and called for his Friends, and Teresh, his Wife; and told them of the Glory of his Riches, and the Multitude of his Children, And All the Things wherein the King had Promoted him, and how he had Advanced him above the Princes and Servants of the King. Tea, Esther the Queen (says he) did let no man come with the King unto the Banquet that she had prepared, but myself; and to morrow am I Invited unto her also with the King [Yet All This Availeth Me Nothing, so long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the King's Gate, Esther, Cap. 5. V 9 10, 11, 12, 13.]  
This Instance of Haman's Case may serve, in a Good Measure, for a Moral to the Arrogance of the Horse here in the Fable; only Haman's Pride was the more Invidious and Malicious of the Two. To Wind up the Story; Mordecai was an Eye sore to Haman, and a Gallows of Fifty Cubits High was prepared for him by the Order of Haman, cap., 5. V 14. But the King, upon Examination of the Matter, ordered Haman Himself to be Hanged. [So they Hanged Haman upon the Gallows that he had prepared for Mordecai, Cap. 7. V 10.] Haman's Pride, in fine, was a Torment to him, and he was not only punished By it, and For it, but by a Righteous judgement of Retaliation, he suffered Death Himself upon the very Gibbet that he had provided for Another.  
How Wretched a Creature was Haman now, even in the Caresses of his Royal Master, and in the very Rapture of all his Glories! And how Vain again were All the Marks and Ensigns of his Character and Power; that were not able to support him against one Slighting Look of a Sorry Slave! He had the World at Will, we see; but All was as good as Nothing to him, so long as he saw Mordecai the Jew sitting in the King's Gate. Where's the Sober Man now, that would not rather choose to be Mordecai in the Gate, upon These Terms, than to be Haman in the Palace? The One had the Blessing of a Conscience that Fears Nothing but God; the Other was Haunted with a Fantastical Weakness of Mind, that makes a man Dread Every thing, and stand in awe of his Own Shadow! A Word, a Thought, an Imagination, a Countenance is enough to Break his Sleep, and to Shake the very Foundations of the Babel that he has Built. He fancies Every Bolt that's levelled at his Vices, to be Pointed at his Person, and finds himself Wounded in the Morality of the most Innocent Reproofs. He's a Slave to All Passions, All Accidents, and All sorts of Men. A Jest, a Banter, a Lampoon; Nay a Glance, an Insinuation, or a Bare Casuality, with the Help of a Guilty Conscience, and a Suspicious Gloss of Application, is enough to Murder him; for he Conceits himself to be Struck at, when he is not so much as Thought of: as I dare appeal to the Consciences of a Thousand Top Gallant Sparks, that will fancy their Own Case to be the Key to This Moral. He makes himself Odious to his superiors, by his Haughtiness; to his Equals, by a Restless Course of Factious Competitions; and then he never fails of a Vi●…ulent Hatred and Envy, from those that are Below him; So that he's Beset with Enemies on All hands, the Meanest of which is not without Many and Many a Way to the Wreaking of a Malice, and to the Gratifying of a Revenge. As to the Wretchedness of his Condition, 'tis all a case to Him, whether he be teized out of his Life by a judgement of Flies and Lice, or Stung to Death by Fiery Serpents. And he is not only Tormented by Others, but the very Tormenter of Himself too. Nay, rather than want a Colourable Ground of Trouble, he Creates it. His Pride is a Continual Drought upon him, and a Thirst never to be quenched. His Conscience, his Fancy, his Fears, Jealousies, and Mistakes; Every thing helps on toward his Undoing. And now to the Infinite Variety of Plagues that Wait upon Pride, there is likewise as Great a Diversity of Imperious Humours for This Misery to Work upon. As for Example, There is a Pride of Stomach, a Pride of Popularity, a Pride of Brow, Equipage, and Parade. There's a Pride of Tongue without either Brains, or Heart to Support it. There is an Abject, (in fine) and there is a Surly Pride; But to Conclude, there is All This, and a Thousand times more of the same Kind and Colour, that lies Naturally couched under This Allegory. And not One Instance at last, that is not verified by Many and Many an Example.  
Now as to the Envy of the Ass it was a Double Folly; for he Mistakes both the horse's Condition, and his Own. 'Tis Madness to Envy any Creature that may in a Moment become Miserable; Or for any Advantage that may in a Moment be taken from him. The Ass Envies the Horse to day; and in some 〈◊〉 Days more, the Horse comes to Envy Him: Wherefore let no man Despair, so long as it is in the Power, either of Death, or of Chance, to Remove the Burden. Nothing but Moderation and Greatness of Mind can make, either a Prosperous, or an Adverse Fortune Easie to us. The Only Way to be Happy is to submit to our Lot; for No man can be properly said to be Miserable that is not wanting to Himself. It is Certainly True, that many a Jolly cobbler has a Merrier Heart in his Stall, than a Prince in his Palace.    

FAB. XXXIX. A Bat and a weasel.  
A weasel had seized upon a Bat, and the Bat begged for Life. No, No, says the weasel, I give No Quarter to Birds. Ay (says the Bat) but I'm a Mouse you see; look on my Body else: and so she got off for That Bout. The same Bat had the Fortune to be Taken a While after by Another weasel; and there the Poor Bat was forced to beg for Mercy once again. No, says the weasel, No Mercy to a Mouse. Well (says tother,) but you may see by my Wings that I'm a Bird; and so that Bat scaped in Both Capacities, by Playing the Trimmer.   

FAB. XL. A Bat, Birds, and Beasts.  
UPon a Desperate and a Doubtful battle betwixt the Birds and the Beasts, the Bat stood Neuter, till she found that the Beasts had the Better on't, and then went over to the Stronger side. But it came to pass afterward (as the Chance of War is Various) that the Birds rallied their Broken troops, and carried the Day; and away she went Then to tother Party, where she was Try●…d by a council of War as a Deserter; stripped, banished, and finally condemned never to see Daylight again.   

FAB. XLI. An Estriche, Birds, and Beasts.  
THe Estriche is a Creature that passes in Common Reputation, for Half-Bird, Half-Beast. This Amphibious Wretch happen●…d to be Taken Twice the same Day, in a battle betwixt the Birds and the Beasts, and as an Enemy to Both Parties. The Birds would have him to be a Beast, and the Beasts Concluded him to be a Bird; but upon showing his Feet to Prove that he was No Bird, and upon showing his Wings, and his Beak, to prove that he was No Beast, they were satisfied upon the Whole Matter, that though he seemed to be Both, he was yet in Truth neither the One, nor the Other.  

The MORAL of the Three FABLES above.  
Trimming in some Cases, is Foul, and Dishonest; in Other●…, Laudable; and in some again, not only Honest, but Necessary. The Nicety lies in the skill of Distinguishing upon Cases, Times, and Degrees.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are here taught in some Cases to Yield to Times and Occasions; but with a Saving still, to Honour, and to Conscience. A Wise and an Honest Man will always Mean the same Thing; but he's a Fool that always says the same Thing. Aesop however Condemns the Double Practices of Trimmers, and All False, Shuffling, and Ambidextrous deal. He gives also to Understand, that Those that pretend at the same time to serve Two Masters, are True to Neither.  
The Three Fables next above have a Great Affinity One with Another, and yet not without some Remarkable Diversities neither. From the Emblem of the Bat and weasel, we are to Gather, that there are Certain Ways, Cases, and Occasions, wherein, Disguises, and Artificial Evasions are in some Measure Allowable, provided only that there be No Scandalous, or Malicious Departure from the Truth. This Shuffling of the Bat in the Paw of the weasel, was but making the Best of what he had to say, and to show for Himself, toward the saving of his Life. There was No Breach of Faith, or of Trust in't; No Abandoning of a Duty, No Thought of Treachery; Nor in Effect, any thing more in't, than a Fair Christian Way of putting out False Colours.  
The Bat that stood Neuter, may serve for the Character of a Time-serving Trimmer: He Betrays his Party, first, in withdrawing his Assistance. Secondly, In going over to the Stronger Side, and Declaring Himself an Open Enemy when his Fellows had the Worst on't. His judgement, in fine, was Just, and if All Double Dealers and Deserters were served as This Bat was, it would be an Example of terror to Renegades and of Encouragement to Honest Men.  
The ostriches Case seems to be Different from the Other Two. He Fought, (though 'tis not said on which side) and he was Taken in the battle. He had the Shape, but not the Heart of a Trimmer, and it was rather Nature than Fraud, that brought him off. Now there are Many things in an Affair of This Quality that may be Warrantable, even upon the Nicest Scruples of Honour, in him that suffers the Violence, which perchance would not be so in the Aggressor.    

FAB. XLII. A wolf and a Fox.  
A wolf that had a mind to take his Ease, stored himself Privately with Provisions, and so kept Close a while. Why, how now friend says a Fox to him, we han't seen You abroad at the chase this many a day! Why truly says the wolf, I have gotten an Indisposition that keeps me much at Home, and I hope I shall have Your Prayers for my Recovery. The Fox had a Fetch in't, and when he saw it would not Fadge; Away goes he presently to a Shepherd, and tells him where he might surprise a wolf if he had a mind to't. The Shepherd followed his Directions, and destroyed him. The Fox immediately, as his Next Heir, repairs to his Cell, and takes possession of his Stores; but he had Little Joy of the Purchase, for in a very short time, the same Shepherd did as much for the Fox, as he had done before for the wolf.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis with Sharpers as 'tis with Pikes, they pray upon their Own kind: And 'tis a Pleasant Scene enough, when thiefs fall out among themselves, to see the Cutting of One Diamond with Another.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis Impossible for an Envious Man to be Happy. He makes the World his Enemies, and the mischief that he does to Others, returns in a judgement upon his Own Head. There's No Trusting of a Crafty Designing Knave. I do not speak of the Trust of Privacy and Confidence only; but a Wise Man would not so much as Venture himself in such Company, nor let him come within distance of so much as knowing how to put a Trick upon him. This Fable shows us the Danger of such Conversation. And it shows us likewise the Just Fate that Attends the Treachery, even of One traitor to Another: The wolf had a Design upon the Fox; The Fox had a Counter-Design upon the wolf: (which was no more than a Couple of Crafty Knaves well matched) And the Shepherd did Justice upon them Both.    

FAB. XLIII. A Stag Drinking.  
As a Stag was Drinking upon the Bank of a Clear Stream, he saw his Image in the Water, and entered into This Contemplation upon't. Well! says he, If These pitiful Shanks of mine were but Answerable to this Branching Head, I can but think how I should Defy All my Enemies. The Words were hardly out of his Mouth, but he discovered a Pack of Dogs coming full-Cry towards him. Away he Scours cross the Fields, Casts off the Dogs, and Gains a Wood; but Pressing through a Thicket, the Bushes held him by the Horns, till the Hounds came in, and plucked him Down. The Last Thing he said was This. What an Unhappy Fool was I, to Take my Friends for my Enemies, and my Enemies for my Friends! I Trusted to my Head, that has betrayed me, and I found fault with my legs, that would otherwise have brought me off.  

The MORAL.  
He that does not thoroughly know himself, may be Well Allowed to make a False judgement upon other Matters that most Nearly concern him.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to show us how perversely we Judge of Many Things, and take the Worse for the Better; and the Better for the Worse; upon a very great Mistake, both in what we Despise, and in what we Admire. But we are rather for That which is Fair, and Plausible in Appearance, then for That which is Plain and Profitable in Effect; Even to the Degree of Preferring Things Temporal to Eternal.  
He that would Know Himself, must look into Himself. 'Tis only the Resemblance, or the Shadow that he sees in the Glass, Not the Man. 'Tis One Thing to fancy Greatness of Mind; Another Thing to Practise it; for a Body may Promise, nay and resolve upon Many Things in Contemplation, that he can never make good upon trial. How did the Stag despise the Dogs here, at the sight of his Armed Head in the Fountain; but his Heart went quite to another Tune, when the Hounds were at the Heels of him. We are likewise taught here, how subject Vain Men are to Glory in That which commonly Tends to their Loss, their Misfortune, their Shame, and their very Destruction; and yet at the same time to take their Best Friends for their Enemies. But there's a Huge Difference betwixt a False Conception of Things, and the True Nature and Reason of them. The Stag Prided himself in his Horns, that afterward Shackled, and were the ruin of him; but made slight of his pitiful Shanks, that if it had not been for his Branching Head, would have brought him off.    

FAB. XLIV. A Snake and a File.  
THere was a Snake got into a Smith's Shop, and fell to Licking of a File, She Saw the File bloody, and still the Bloudyer it was, the more Eagerly she licked it; upon a Foolish Fancy, that it was the File that Bled, and that She herself had the Better on't. In the Conclusion, when she could Lick no Longer, she fell to Biting; but finding at last that she could do no more Good upon't with her Teeth, then with her Tongue, she Fairly left it.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Madness to stand Biting and Snapping at any thing to no manner of purpose, more than the Gratifying of an Impotent Rage, in the fancy of Hurting Another, when in truth, we only Wound ourselves.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable sets out the Malignity of some Spiteful People, that take so much Pleasure in the Design of Hurting others, as not to Feel, and Understand that they only Hurt themselves. This is the Case of Those that will be Trying Masteries with their Superiors, and Biting of That which is too Hard for their Teeth. There's no Contending with an Adversary that's either Insensible, or Invincible: And the Rule holds, in Matters, not only of Actual Force and Violence, but of Fortune and Good Name; for 'tis no better then Downright Madness, to strike where we have No Power to Hurt, and to Contend where we are sure to be Worsted. The Doctrine is this, That Every Man should Consider his Own Strength, and Act accordingly.    

FAB. XLV. A League betwixt the Wolves and the Sheep.  
THere was a Time when the Sheep were so Hardy as to Wage War with the Wolves; and so long as they had the Dogs for their Allies, they were, upon all Encounters, at least a Match for their Enemies. Upon This Consideration, the Wolves sent their ambassadors to the Sheep, to Treat about a Peace, and in the Mean Time there were Hostages given on Both Sides; the Dogs on the part of the Sheep, and the Wolves Whelps on the Other Part, till Matters might be brought to an Issue. While they were upon Treaty, the Whelps fell a Howling; The Wolves cried out Treason; and pretending an Infraction in the Abuse of their Hostages, fell upon the Sheep immediately without their Dogs, and made them pay for the Improvidence of leaving themselves without a Guard.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis senseless to the Highest Degree to think of Establishing an Alliance among those that Nature herself has Divided, by an Inconciliable Disagreement. Beside, that a Foolish Peace is much more Destructive than a Bloody War.   

REFLECTION.  
To take This Fable in a Political Sense; a Peace that puts People out of Condition of Defence, in case of a War, must expect a War; and such a State as leaves them at the Mercy of an Enemy, is Worse than War itself. There's no Trusting to the Articles and Formalities of an outside Peace, upon the pretended Reconciliation of an Implacable Enemy. Christian Religion bids us Forgive: But Christian Prudence bids us have a Care too, whom we Trust. 'Tis just in the World as it is in the Apologue. Truces, and Cessations, are both Made, and Broken, for Present Convenience; and where the Allies find they may be the Better for't, we may lay down this for an undoubted Truth, that there can never want a Colour for a Rupture, where there's a Good Will to't. 'Tis No New Thing in the World for the Dogs that are to keep the Wolves from Worrying the Sheep, to be delivered up to the Enemy for Hostages, for fear the Sheep should Worry the Wolves. This was our very Case within the Memory of Man, when Matters were brought to the same Issue in the Kingdom by't, that they are here in the Fable: Witness the several and several Treaties and Proposals that were set a foot under the Countenance of a Good Will to Peace: Where only such Conditions were insisted upon by the Designing Party, as would be almost Equally Destructive to all Honest Men, whether they were Granted or Refused. The One Way the Wolves were to have the Sheep left at Mercy; and the Other Way, the Scandal was turned upon the Refusers, as the Enemies of an Accommodation; Nay and the very Dogs were turned into Wolves too; while Lawyers, and Divines, made the Law and the Gospel Felons of themselves, and suborned the Scriptures against the very Doctrine of Christ and his Apostles,    

FAB. XLVI. An Axe and a forest.  
A Carpenter that had got the ironwork of an Axe already, went to the Next forest to beg only so much Wood as would make a Handle to't. The Matter seemed so small that the Request was Easily Granted; but when the Timber-Trees came to find that the Whole Wood was to be Cut down by the Help of This Handle; There's No Remedy, they cried, but Patience, when People are undone by their own Folly.   

FAB. XLVII. A Tree and a Wedge.  
A Workman was Cutting down a Tree to make Wedges of it. Well! says the Tree, I cannot but be extremely Troubled at the Thought of what I'm now a doing; And I do not so much Complain neither, of the Axe that does the Execution, as of the Man that Guides it; but it is My Misery that I am to be Destroy d by the Fruit of my own Body.   

FAB. XLVIII. The Eagle and Arrow.  
AN Eagle that was Watching upon a Rock once for a Hare, had the Ill Hap to be Struck with an Arrow. This Arrow, it seems, was feathered from her own Wing, Which very Consideration went nearer her Heart, she said, than Death itself.   

FAB. XLIX. A Thrush taken with Bird-lime.  
IT was the Fortune of a Poor Thrush, among other Birds, to be taken with a Bush of Lime-Twigs, and the Miserable Creature Reflecting upon it, that the Chief Ingredient in the Birdlime came out of her own Guts: I am not half so much Troubled, says the Thrush, at the Thought of Dying, as at the Fatality of Contributing to my Own ruin.  

The MORAL of the Four FABLES above.  
Nothing goes nearer a Man in his Misfortunes, then to find himself Undone by his Own Folly, or but any way accessary to his own ruin.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Fables of the Ax-Handle, and the Wedge, serve to Precaution us not to put ourselves needlessly upon an After Game, but to Weigh before hand what we Say, and Do. We should have a Care how we Arm our Enemies against ourselves; for there's Nothing goes Nearer a Man than to be Undone by his Own Improvidence; and Nothing afterward more Ridiculous, then to Blame Fortune for our own Faults: Though we are so framed by Nature, in respect of our Souls and Bodies, that One Part of a Man is still Wounded by the Other. Nothing so much Troubled the Eagle and the Thrush, as the Thought of assisting to their own Destruction.  
There's No living in This World without an Exchange of Civil Offices, and the Need we have One of Another, goes a Great Way toward the Making of us Love One Another. How is this Amity, and Communication to be entertained now, but by the Commerce of Giving and Receiving? Reason, and Experience, are Sufficient to convince us of the Necessity of such a Correspondence; And this Fiction of the Axe and the forest, and so of the Tree and the Wedge, shows us the Danger of it too, if it be not managed with a Provident Respect to All the Niceties of Circumstance, and Contingency in the Case. People have got a Custom, 'tis true, of Computing upon the Present Need, and Value of Things, without ever heeding the Consequences of them: As if all our Askings, and our granting were to be Governed by the Standard of the Market. 'Tis so pitiful a business, says One, and it was so small a Thing, says Another; And yet this pitiful business, and this Small Thing proves at last to be as much as a Man's Life, honour, and Estate is Worth. Alas! What's a Handle for an Axe, out of a whole forest! What's the Writing of a Man's Name, or the saying Ay, or No to a Question? And yet the very Safety and Honour of our Prince and Country, and the sum of our wellbeing lies many a time at Stake upon the Issue of doing either the One or the Other. Nay and let the People we have to do withal be never so Just and Honest, it is yet a Temerity, and a Folly Inexcusable, to Deliver up ourselves needlessly into another's Power: For He that does any thing Rashly, must be taken in Equity of Construction to do it willingly: For he was Free to Deliberate or Not: 'Tis Good Advice to Consider, First, what the Thing is that is Desired. 2. The Character of the Person that Asks. 3. What use may be made on't to the Detriment of him that Grants the Request, and so to Resolve how far in Duty, Humanity, Prudence, Justice, and Respect, we are to Comply with it. Wheresoever there is a Moral Right on the One Hand, No Secondary Interest can Discharge it on the Other. A prisoner upon Parole must surrender himself upon Demand, though he Die for't. A Man may Contribute to his own Ruin Several Ways; but in Cases not to be Foreseen, and so not to be Prevented, it may be his Misfortune, and the Man not to blame. We are not to omit Precaution however, for fear an Ill Use should be made of Those Things that we do, even with a Good Intention; but we are still to Distinguish betwixt what may Possibly, and what will Probably be done, according to the Best Measures we can take of the End of ask; for there would be No Place left for the Functions of Humane Society, if the Possibility of Abusing a Kindness, should wholly Divert us from the Exercise of Charity and Good Nature. There may be Great Mischief Wrought yet, without any thing of a Previous Malice, and it may be Hazardous to Yield, even where the Proposal is wholly Innocent. There may be other Propositions again, that were Originally designed for Snares, to the unbiased and Credulous, Now 'tis the Art of Life, Critically to Discern the One Case from the Other.  
There needs Little more to be said to the Emblems of the Eagle and the Thrush, than to observe, that both by Chance, and by Nature, we are made Accessary to our Own ruins: and That's enough to Trouble a Body, though not to Condemn him.    

FAB. L. The Belly and Members.  
THE Commoners of Rome were gone off once into a Direct Faction against the Senate. They'd pay no Taxes, nor be forced to bear Arms, they said, and 'twas against the Liberty of the Subject to pretend to Compel them to't. The Sedition, in short, ran so High, that there was no Hope of Reclaiming them, till Menenius Agrippa brought them to their Wits again by This Apologue:  
The Hands and the Feet were in a Desperate Mutiny once against the Belly. They knew No Reason, they said, why the One should lie Lazying, and Pampering itself with the Fruit of the Others Labour; and if the Body would not Work for Company, they'd be no longer at the Charge of Maintaining it. Upon This Mutiny, they kept the Body so long without Nourishment, that All the Parts suffered for't: Insomuch that the Hands and Feet came in the Conclusion to find their Mistake, and would have been willing Then to have Done their Office; but it was now too Late, for the Body was so pined with Over-Fasting, that it was wholly out of Condition to receive the Benefit of a Relief: which gave them to Understand, that Body and Members are to Live and Die together.  

The MORAL.  
The public is but One Body, and the Prince the Head on't; so that what Member soever withdraws his Service from the Head, is no Better than a Negative Traitor to his Country.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Allegoty is a Political Reading upon the State and Condition of Civil Communities, where the Members have their Several Offices, and Every Part Contributes respectively to the Preservation and Service of the Whole. 'Tis true, their Operations are More or Less Noble, but the Mechanical Faculties can no more be spared than the Intellectual, and those that Serve in Council under an Appearance of Rest, are yet as busy, and as Necessary, in their Functions, as those that are Actually and Visibly in Motion. Here's a Caution in fine, to the Members, to have a care how they withdraw themselves from their Duties, till it shall be too late for their Superiors to make use of them.  
There is so Near an Analogy betwixt the State of a Body Natural, and and Politic, that the Necessity of Government and Obedience cannot be better Represented. The Motions of a Popular Faction are so Violent, and Unreasonable, that neither Philosophy, Prudence, Experience, nay, nor the Holy Writ itself, has the Power (ordinarily speaking) to Work upon them. If People would allow themselves Time for Thought, and Consideration, they would find that the Conservation of the Body depends upon the Proper Use and Service of the Several Parts; and that the Interest of Every Distinct Member of it, is wrapped up in the Support, and Maintenance of the whole, which obliges them all to Labour in their Respective Offices and Functions for the Common Good. There are Degrees of Dignity (no doubt on't) in Both Cases, and One Part is to be Subservient to Another, in the Order of Civil Policy, as well as in the Frame of a Man's Body: so that they are mightily out of the way, that take Eating and Drinking, and Un Eating, and Un-Drinking, in a course of Vicissitude, with other Offices of Nature that are common to Beasts with Men, to be the Great business of Mankind, without any further Regard to the Faculties, and Duties of our Reasonable Being: For Every Member has its Proper, and Respective Function Assigned it, and not a Finger suffers but the Whole Feels on't.    

FAB. LI. An Ape and a Fox.  
AN Ape that found Many Inconveniences by going Bare-Arse, went to a Fox that had a Well-spread, Bushy tail, and begged of him only a little piece on't to Cover his Nakedness: For (says he) you have enough for Both, and what needs more than you have Occasion for? Well, John (says the Fox) be it More, or be it Less, you get not one single Hair on't; for I would have ye know, Sirrah, that the tail of a Fox was never made for the Buttocks of an Ape.  

The MORAL.  
Providence has assigned Every Creature its Station, Lot, Make and Figure; and 'tis not for Us to stand Correcting the Works of an In comprehensible Wisdom, and an Almighty Power.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Reprove the Impertinent, Useless, and Unreasonable Demands of Those that first Ask what Another cannot Part with, unless he be a Stark Fool, or a Mad Man. And 2. That which if they could obtain would be of No Use, or Benefit to them at all. The Old Moral carries it to Those also that will Part with Nothing to the Poor, even out of their Superfluities: But it seems to be Abominably Wrested, for neither did the One want, nor had the other Any Thing to spare.  
There are Cerrain Rules to be observed, as well in ask, as Denying. Things against Nature are unreasonable on Both Sides. Things Impossible are Ridiculous in the very Proposal; and Things which the One cannot Spare, and the Other will be never the Better for, fall naturally within the Compass of Exceptions. That is to say, Those Things that we know not what to do withal if we Had them; and Those Things again, which Another Cannot Part with but to his own Loss and Shame. These Points are the very Conditions of This Fable. Here's a General Caution against Extravagant Desires, and yet let the Refusal be never so Just, it is Possible however, that a Man may Oppose a most Unconscionable Request for an Unjustifiable Reason; As in the Case for the purpose, of an ill-natured denial, out of a Dislike of the Man, rather than of the Thing itself.  
The Application of This Fable to Avarice, that will part with Nothing, seems to be Wrested; for it strikes more properly upon the Folly of People's not being satisfied with the Appointments of Nature. An Ape, with a tail, would be as scandalous, as a Fox without One. Why should not Any One Creature Envy the Whole, as well as any One Part of Another? And why should not an Ape be as much Troubled that he has no Wings, as that he has no tail? This Grumbling Humour has Envy in it, Avarice and Ingratitude, and sets up itself in fine against All the Works of the Creation.    

FAB. LII. A Lark and her Young Ones.  
THere was a Brood of Young Larks in the Corn, and the Dam, when she went abroad to forage for them, laid a Strict Charge upon her Little Ones, to pick up what News they could get against she came back again. They told her at her Return, that the Owner of the Field had been there, and ordered his neighbour's to come and Reap the Corn. Well, says the Old One, there's no Danger yet then. They told her the next Day that he had been there again, and desired his Friends to Do't. Well, well, says she, there's no Hurt in That neither, and so she went out a Progging for Provisions again as before. But upon the Third Day, when they told their Mother, that the Master and his Son appointed to come the Next Morning about it Themselves: Nay then, says she, 'tis time to look about us: As for the Neighbours and the Friends, I fear 'em not: but the Master I'msure will be as good as his Word; for 'tis his own business.   

FAB. LIII. The Stag and the Oxen  
A Stag that was hard set by the Huntsmen, betook himself to a Stall for Sanctuary, and prevailed with the Oxen to Conceal him the best they could, so they covered him with Straw, and by and by in comes the Keeper to Dress the cattle, and to Feed them; and when he had done his Work he went his Way without any Discovery. The Stag reckoned himself by This Time to be out of All Danger; but One of the Oxen that had more Brains than his Fellows, advised him not to be too Confident neither; for the Servant, says he, is a Puzzling Fool that heeds Nothing; but when my Master comes, he'll have an Eye Here and There and Every where, and will most certainly find ye out. Upon the very Speaking of the Word, in comes the Master, and He spies out Twenty Faults, I warrant ye; This was not Well, and That was not Well; till at last, as he was Prying and Groping up and down, he felt the Horns of the Stag under the Straw, and so made Prize of 〈◊〉.  

The MORAL to the Two Fables above.  
He that would be sure to have his business Well Done, must either Do it Himself, or see the Doing of it; Beside that many a Good Servant is spoiled by a Careless Master.   

REFLECTION.  
INTEREST Does more in the World than Faith and Honesty; for Men are more sensible in their own Case then in another's; which is all but according to the Old Saying, Command your Man, and Do't yourself. Neither, in Truth, is it Reasonable, that Another should be more Careful of Me, than I am of my ●…elf. Every Man's business is Best Done when he looks after it with his Own Eyes: And in short, when Every Man looks to One, the Care is taken for All.  
We are likewise given to understand, in the Misfortune, and Mistake of the Stag, how Rare a Felicity it is for a Man in Distress, to find out such a Patron as has the Will and the Resolution, the Skill, and the Power, to Relieve him; and that it is not Every Man's talon neither, to make the Best of a Bad Game. The Morality of this Caution is as good a Lesson to Governments, as to Private Families. For a Prince's Leaving his business Wholly to his Ministers without a Strict Eye over them in their Respective Offices and Functions, is as Dangerous an error in politics, as a Masters Committing All to his Servant is in economics. It is Effectually a Translation of the Authority, when a Superior trusts himself Implicitly to the Faith, Care, Honesty and Discretion of an Inferior. To say nothing of the Temptation to Bribery and False D●…aling, when so much may be Gotten by't with so Little Hazzard, either of Discovery, or Punishment. Beside the Desperate Inconvenience of Setting up a Wrong Interest, by drawing Applications out of the Proper Channel; and Committing the Authority and Duty of the Master to the Honesty and Discretion of the Servant. Men will be True to Themselves how Faithless soever to One Another.    

FAB. LIV. A Fox and a Sick lion.  
A Certain lion that had got a politic Fit of Sickness, made it his Observation, that of All the Beasts in the forest, the Fox never came at him: And so he wrote him Word how Ill he was, and how Mighty Glad he should be of his Company, upon the Score of Ancient Friendship and Acquaintance. The Fox returned the compliment with a Thousand Prayers for his Recovery; but as for Waiting upon him, he desired to be excused; For (says he) I find the Traces of abundance of Feet Going In to Your majesty's Palace, and not One that comes Back again.  

The MORAL.  
The Kindnesses of Ill natured and Designing People, should be thoroughly considered, and examined, before we give Credit to them.   

REFLECTION.  
There's but a Hair's Breadth here, betwixt an Office of Great Piety, Humanity and Virtue; and an Action of Extreme Folly, Improvidence, and Hazzard. But the Fox saw through the compliment, and that it was, in Truth, but an Invitation of him to his Own Funeral. We meet with many of These Dangerous Civilities in the World, wherein 'tis a Hard Matter for a Man to Save, both his Skin, and his Credit.  
'Tis a Difficult Point to Hit the True Medium, betwixt Trusting too Much, and too Little, for fear of Incurring a Danger on the One Hand, or giving a Scandal on the Other. Compliments are only Words of Course, and though One External Civility may be Current Payment for Another, yet a Man would be loath to Venture his All upon a Figure of Speech, where the Meaning is so Nicely Divided betwixt Jest and Earnest. 'Tis a Base Thing to suspect a Friend, or an Honest Man; Nay 'tis a Base Thing to suspect any Man, that but Looks like One; so as to Wound him; That is, either in a Word, or in a Thought. But then 'tis Death perhaps to be imposed upon by an Hypocrite under That Masque. So that the Character of a Wise Man, lies at Stake upon Matter of judgement, One Way, and of a Good natured Man, the Other Way. The Middle Course is to hid our Distrust where we are Doubtful, and to be Free, and Open, where we may be Secure. There's No Living without Trusting some body or Other, in some Cases, or at some Time or Other: But then if People be not Cautious, Whom, When, and Wherein, the Mistake may be Mortal; for there must be somewhat of a Trust to make way for a Treachery; since No man can be betrayed, that does not either Believe, or seem to Believe: So that the Fox did well to Weigh All Circumstances before he came to a Resolution. The Lion's Design was well enough covered under the Disguise of a Counterfeit Sickness, and a Dissembled Tenderness and Respect, for the Drawing of the Fox into the toil. For there was the Civility of an Invitation, on the One hand, and some Colour of a Right to a Visit, though but out of Compassion and Good Manners, on the Other: But the fox's Sagacity, and the Prints of the Feet spoiled All. This Fable in One Word more, bids us be Careful how we Trust in Any Case without looking Well about us: for 'tis Half the business of One part of the World to put Tricks upon tother. The Heart of Man is like a Bog, it looks Fair to the Eye; but when we come to lay any Weight upon't, the Ground is False under us. Nothing could be more Obliging and Respectful than the lion's Letter was, in Terms and Appearance; but there was Death yet in the True Intent and Meaning on't.    

FAB. LV. A Fox and a Weazel.  
A Slam, Thin-Gutted Fox made a Hard Shift to Wriggle his Body into a Hen-Roost, and when he had stuffed his Guts well, he squeezed hard to get out again; but the Hole was too Little for him. There was a weasel a pretty way off, that stood Learing at him all This While. Brother Reynard; (says he) Your Belly was Empty when you went In, and you must even stay till Your Belly be Empty again, before you come Out.  

The MORAL  
Temperance keeps the Whole Man in Order, and in a Good Disposition, either for Thought or Action, but the Indulging of the Appetite brings a Clog, both upon the Body and Mind.   

REFLECTION.  
IN a Middle State, both of Body, and of Fortune a man is better disposed for the Offices of Humane Society, and the Functions of Reasonable Nature; and the Heart is also Freer from Cares and Troubles. There are Unwieldy Minds as well as Unwieldy Bodies, and the Fumes of the One Obstruct the Operations of the Other. The Head of a Philosopher will never do well upon the Shoulders of an Epicure. The Body and the Soul are Inseparable Companions, and it is against the Nature of This Reasonable Union, for the One to be a Clog to the Other. The Foxe's here, is the Case of Many a Public Minister, that comes Empty In, but when he has crammed his guts well, he's fain to squeeze hard before he can get off again; and glad to Compound with his very Skin for his Carcases.    

FAB. LVI. A boar and a Horse.  
A Boar happened to be Wallowing in the Water where a Horse was going to Drink, and there grew a Quarrel upon't. The Horse went presently to a Man, to Assist him in his Revenge. They agreed upon the Conditions, and the Man immediately armed himself, and Mounted the Horse, who carried him to the boar, and had the satisfaction of seeing his Enemy killed before his Face. The Horse thanked the Cavalier for his Kindness, but as he was just about to take leave, the Man said he should have further Occasion for him, and so ordered him to be tied up in the Stable. The Horse came by This Time, to Understand, that his Liberty was gone, and No Help for't, and that he had paid Dear for his Revenge.   

FAB. LVII. A Stag and a Horse.  
UPon a Dispute betwixt a Stag and a Horse about a piece of Pasture, the Stag got the Better on't, and beat the Other out of the Field. The Horse, upon This Affront, advised with a Man what Course to Take; who told him, that if he would Submit to be Bridled, and saddled, and take a Man upon his Back with a Lance in his Hand, he would Undertake to give him the Satisfaction of a Revenge. The Horse came to his Terms, and for the Gratifying of a Present Passion, made himself a Slave all the days of his Life. Stesichorus made use of This Fable, to Divert the Himerenses from choosing Phalaris the Tyrant for their General. This Horse's Case, says he, will be Yours, if you go on with your Proposals. 'Tis true, You'll have your Revenge, but you'll lose your Liberties; Upon which Words the Motion fell.  

The MORAL of the two FABLES above.  
Let every man take a True Measure of Himself, what he is Able to do, and what Not; before he comes to any Peremptory Resolution how to Proceed. He is a Madman, that to Avoid a Present, and a Less Evil, runs Blindfolded into a Greater; and for the Gratifying of a Froward Humour, makes himself a Slave All the days of his Life.   

REFLECTION.  
THESE Fables lay Open to us the Folly of Those People that make themselves Slaves to their Revenge; for no man should be so Angry with Another, as to Hurt Himself for't. We should likewise Consider, that there's More hazard in the succour of a New Powerful Friend, then in the Hostility of an Old Dangerous Enemy; and that the Greatest Empires upon the face of the Earth have had their Rise from the Pretence of Taking up Quarrels, or Keeping the Peace.  
These Fables tell us, that it is a Rule of Good Discretion in all Matters of Quarrel, and controversy, for Him that is Worsted to have a Great Care Whom he calls to his Aid: Especially when there's more of Passion than Necessity in the Case. The Horse might have quenched his Thirst with Troubled Water; or he might have stayed the Clearing of it; Or changed his watering Place; Or when he was forced out of One Pasture he might have taken-up in Another, which would have preserved his Liberty upon the Main, though not as to This Particular: But his Stomach was too Great, it seems, to Digest the Affront, without having his Enemy at his Feet: so that he gives up his Freedom to Gain his Revenge. He has Fair Words however, Rich Trappings, and Large Promises; but Works only for his Master; and if at any time he does but Slacken his Pace, or abate, either in his zeal, or in his Mettle, the Spurr is presently in the Flank of him: Or if he be Unruly, the Bit's upon the Check to keep him to his Duty. The Stag was too Hard for the Horse; and the Horse flies for Succour to One that's to Hard for Him, and Rides the One to Death, and Outright Kills the Other? It were Well, if Possible, to keep All Potent Enemies to the Behaviour in such a Case as This, Especially if they Appear under the Shape of Friends: But if People will Venture Life, Liberty and All, for the Clawing of an Itch, and lay Violent Hands upon Themselves, there's no Fence for't.  
That which Men are to Horses, in the Scale of Creatures, Men in Power and Authority, are in some Proportion to the Poor and Weak: That is to say in the Analogy of Servitude, and Drudgery; and in the carrying of some sort of Burdens that are a Shame to the Bearer. They toil and moil for the Interest of their Masters, that in requital, break the very Hearts of them for their Pleasure; and the Freer they are of their Flesh, the more Scandalous is the Bondage. When they have done All that Horses can do, they are lashed, spurred, reviled, and Ill Treated, for not being able to do More: They are hurried on without either Respite or Reason; And after they have carried their rider's safe over All Leaps, and through All Dangers, and by All Ways and Means Contributed to the Ease, Credit, and Security of their Masters, what comes of them in the End. but to be strained, foundered or Broken wound; Old Age Overtakes them, and they are even Glad to take up in a Mill at last with Grains and Thistles, and there spend the Remainder of a Wretched Life in a Circulation of Misery and Labour. If any Man of War, or State shall find This Case to be his Own, and Himself touched in the Moral of This Fable, let him keep his Own council, and learn to be Wiser hereafter. And we may learn This Lesson of the Horse too, not to Sacrifice our Honour, Liberty, and Conscience, to a Freak.    

FAB. LVIII. Two Young Men and a Cook.  
TWo Young Fellows slipped into a cook's Shop, and while the Master was busy at his Work, One of them Stole a piece of Flesh, and conveyed it to the Other. The Master missed it immediately, and challenged them with the Theft. He that Took it, Swore He had None on't. And He that Had it, Swore as Desperately that He did not Take it. The Cook Reflecting upon the Conceit: Well, My Masters, (says he) These Frauds and Fallacies may pass upon men; but there's an Eye Above that sees through them.  

The MORAL.  
There's No Putting of Tricks upon an allseeing Power; as if He that Made our Hearts, and knows Every Nook, and Corner of them, could not see through the Childish Fallacy of a Double-Meaning.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable concerns those that think to Deceive God with Fallacies of Words, Equivocations, Mental Reservations, and Double Meanings; but though Frauds and Perjuries may pass upon Men for a Season, they are as Open as the Light yet to Him that Searches the Heart. A Man had Better be a Downright Atheist, then in such a Case as This, an Equivocating Hypocrite: For He that Denies a Providence, or Doubts whether there be any God at all, is much more Pardonable, than Another that Acknowledges, and Confesses an allseeing, and an Almighty Power; and yet at the Same Time, most Blasphemously Affronts it. 'Tis a Great Unhappiness that Children should be so much Addicted (as we see they are) to This Way and Humour of Shuffling: But it is a Greater Shame and Mischief, for Parents, governors, and Tutors, to Encourage, and Allow them in't, and so (Effectually) to Train them up to One of the most Dangerous Corruptions they are Capable of, in Countenancing the very groundwork of a False and Treacherous Life. There must be No Paradoxing or Playing Tricks with Things Sacred. Truth is the Great Lesson of Reasonable Nature, both in Philosophy, and in Religion. Now there is a Truth of Opinion; a Truth of Fact, and a Truth in Simplicity and Sincerity of Thought, Word, and Deed. The Last of the Three is the Truth that is here in question. The Knack of Fast and lose passes with a world of Foolish People for a Turn of Wit; but they are not ware all this while, of the Desperate Consequences of an Ill Habit, and that the Practice of Falsifying with Men, will lead us on Insensibly to a Double-Dealing even with God Himself.    

FAB. LIX. A Dog and a Butcher.  
AS a Butcher was Busy about his Meat, a Dog runs away with a sheep's Heart. The Butcher saw him upon the Gallop with a piece of Flesh in's Mouth, and called out after him, hark ye Friend (says he) you may even make the Best of your Purchase, so long as Y'ave made Me the Wiser for't.  

The MORAL.  
It may serve as a Comfort to us in All Our Calamities and Afflictions, that He that Loses any thing and gets Wisdom by't, is a Gainer by the Loss.   

REFLECTION.  
NO man is to Account any thing a Loss, if he gets Wisdom by the bargain: Beside, that Bought Wit is Best. It is in some Proportion, in the Business of this World, as it is in that of the Next: In the Cases (I mean, of Losses, Miscarriages and Disappointments: We are in Both Respects the Better for them (Provided they be not Mortal, that is) for they are Monitory and Instructive. Affliction makes a man both Honest and Wise; for the smart brings him to a sense of his error, and the Experiment to the Knowledge of it. We have I know not how many Adages to back the Reason of This Moral, Hang a Dog upon a crabtree (we say) and He'll never love verjuice. And then we have it again in That Common saying, The Burnt Child Dreads the Fire. 'Tis wand'ring Many times, whether it be in Opinion, or in Travelling, that sets a man Right in his judgement, and brings him into the way. The Dogs running away with the Flesh, Does as good as bid the Cook look Better to't Another time.  
A Dog and a Sheep. See Fable and Moral 29.    

FAB. LX. A Wolf, a Lamb, and a Goat.  
AS a Lamb was following a Goat, Up comes a wolf, wheedling, to get him aside, and make a Breakfast of him: Why what a Fool art thou, says the wolf; that may'st have thy Belly full of Sweet Milk at Home, to leave thy Mother for a Nasty Stinking Goat! Well, says the Lamb, but my Mother has placed me here for my Security; and you'd fain get me into a Corner, to Worry me. Pray'e, which of the Two am I to Trust to Now?  

The MORAL.  
Where there's the Order of a Parent on the One side, and the Advice of an Ill Man, and a professed Enemy, on the Other, in Opposition to That Command; Disobedience would be Undoubtedly the Ready Way to Destruction.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable Preaches both Obedience and Caution; the One as a Matter of Duty, the Other as a Point of Prudence. The wolf sings directly the same Note here with the Common Seducers and Incendiaries, that we Meet with in the World. And to the same End too; for they are both Agreed upon't, that so soon as ever they shall have withdrawn the Lambs, or the People, from their Religion and Allegiance, and gotten them out of the Pale, and Protection of their Parents and governors, they'll make a Prey of 'em Themselves. What's the Wheedling of the Lamb out of the Station where Authority had placed him, to go home again for a Belly full of Sweet Milk; but a State Trick of Inveigling the Multitude into a Fools-Paradise, without Understanding One word of the Matter in Question! But some Lambs are Wiser and Honester than some Men: And This very Lamb's Answer might have become the Mouth of a Good Christian and a Good Subject. For a Conclusion; The Wolves Preaching to the Sheep, and the Foxes Preaching to the Geese, hold forth the same Moral.    

FAB. LXI. A Cat and Venus.  
A Young Fellow that was Passionately in Love with a Cat, made it his Humble Suit to Venus to turn Puss into a Woman. The Transformation was Wrought in the Twinkling of an Eye, and Out she comes, a Very buxom Lass. The Doting Sot took her home to his Bed; and bad Fair for a Litter of Kittens by her That Night: But as the Loving Couple lay Snugging together, a Toy took Venus in the Head, to try if the Cat had changed her Manners with her Shape; and so for Experiment, turned a Mouse lose into the Chamber. The Cat, upon This Temptation, Started out of the Bed, and without any regard to the Marriage-Joys, made a Leap at the Mouse, which Venus took for so High an Affront, that she turned the Madam into a Puss again.  

The MORAL.  
The Extravagant Transports of Love, and the Wonderful Force of Nature, are unaccountable; The One carries us Out of ourselves, and the Other brings us Back again.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to lay before us the Charms and Extravagances of a Blind Love. It Covers all Imperfections, and Considers neither Quality, nor Merit. How many Noble Whores has it made, and how many Imperial Slaves! And let the Defects be never so Gross, it either Palliates, or Excuses them. The woman's Leaping at the Mouse, tells us also how Impossible it is to make Nature Change her bias, and that if we shut her out at the Door, she'll come in at the Window.  
Here's the Image of a Wild and Fantastical Love, under the Cover of as Extravagant a Fable, and it is all but Fancy at last too; for men do not See, or taste, or Find the Thing they Love, but they Create it. They Fashion an Idol, in what Figure or Shape they please; Set it up, Worship it, Dote upon it; Pursue it; and in fine, run Mad for't. How many Passions have we seen in the World, Ridiculous enough to Answer All the Follies of this Imagination! It was much for Venus to turn a Cat into a Woman, and for that Cully again to take That Cat for a Woman: What is it Less now, for a Fop to Form an Idea of the Woman he dies for, Every jot as Unlike That Woman, as the Cat is to the Mistress? Let This Suffice for the Impostures, and Illusions of That Passion.  
We are further given to Understand that No Counterfeit is so Steady, and so Equally Drawn, but Nature by Starts will show herself through it; for Puss, even when she's a Madam, will be a Mouser still. 'Tis the Same Thing with a Hypocrite, which is only a Devil dressed up with a Ray about him, and transformed into an Angel of Light. Take him in the very Raptures of his Devotion, and do but throw a parcel of Church-Lands in his way, he shall Leap at the Sacrilege from the very Throne of his Glory, as Puss did at the Mouse; and Pick your Pocket, as a French Poet says of a Jesuit, in the Middle of his Paternoster.    

FAB. LXII. A Father and his Sons.  
IT was the Hap of a very Honest Man to be the Father of a Contentious Brood of Children. He called for a Rod, and bade 'em Take it, and Try One after. Another with All their Force, if they could Break it. They tried, and could not. Well (says he) Unbind it now, and take Every Twig of it apart, and see what you can do That Way. They Did so, and with Great Ease, by One and One, they snapped it all to pieces. This (says he) is the, True Emblem of Your Condition. Keep Together and Y'are Safe, Divide, and Y'are Undone.  

The MORAL.  
The Breach of Unity puts the World, and All that's in't, into a State of War, and turns Every Man's Hand against his Brother; but so long as the Band holds, 'tis the Strength of All the Several Parts of it gathered into One.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Intimate the Force of Union, and the Danger of Division. What has it been but Division that has exposed Christendom to the Enemies of the Christian Faith? And it is as Ruinous in Private as 'tis in public. A Divided Family can no more Stand, than a Divided Common Wealth; for every Individual Suffers in the Neglect of a Common Safety. 'Tis a Strange Thing that Men should not do That under the Government of a Rational Spirit and a Natural Prudence, which Wolves and boars do by the Impulse of an Animal Instinct. For they, we see, will make Head, One and All against a Common Enemy; whereas the Generality of Mankind lie Pecking at One Another, till One by One, they are all Torn to Pieces. Never considering (with the Father here) the Necessity and Strength of Union.    

FAB. LXIII. A Laden ass and a Horse.  
AS a Horse and an ass were upon the Way together, the ass cried out to his Companion, to Ease him, of his Burden, though never so little, he should fall down Dead else. The Horse would not; and so his Fellow-Servant sunk under his Load. The Master, upon This, had the ass flayed, and laid his Whole Pack, Skin and All, upon the Horse. Well, (says he) This judgement is befallen me for my Ill Nature, in refusing to help my Brother in the Depth of his Distress.  

The MORAL.  
It is a Christian, a Natural, a Reasonable, and a Political Duty, for All Members of the Same Body to Assist One Another.   

REFLECTION.  
THE business of the World, is more or less, the business of Every Man that lives in't: And if the Great and the Small do not join in One Common Assistance, where the Matter requires it, they are in Danger to be Both Undone: So that it is for the Good of the Whole, that the Several Parts take care One for Another.  
We have here set before us the mischiefs of Ill Nature, and Imprudence, both in One; and the Folly of not Heeding the Duty, as well as the Common Necessity, of Helping One Another. [This is None of My business] we Cry; never considering, that in Things Requisite to be done, what One Cannot, Another Must: Beside, that in the Case of a Fellow-Servant, or an Honest Neighbour, I am as much bound to save him from Sinking under a Heavy Burden, as I am to give him a Cup of Drink, or a Morsel of Bread, to keep him from choking or Starving: It makes a Breach in a Community, when Particular Men shall take upon them to Divide from the Common Service of the Body: And He that sets up a Private Interest, Separate from the public, Discontinues the Connexion of the Government, by Cutting off That Link of the Chain. But the Miseries and Calamities that follow upon departing from the Known Rules and Measures of Political Order, are sufficient to Enlighten us in the Reason of Political Methods, and to Excite us to an Agreement in all Reciprocal Services, One with Another. There's the Duty of Charity in't, and the Foundations of Governing Prudence; Beside, that we are likewise moved to't, by a Sense of Tenderness, honour and Justice.  
The Churlish Humour of this Horse, is too much the Humour of Mankind, even in the Case of Subjects to the same Master; but such is the Vanity that many People draw from their Titles, and their Trappings, that they look down upon their Fellows, as if they were not All made of the same Clay. To speak the Plain Truth of the Matter, 'Tis the Little People that support the Great; and when the Foundation fails, the whole fabric must either drop into Rubbish, or otherwise Rest upon the Shoulders of their Superiors.    

FAB. LXIV. A colyer and a Fuller.  
A Fuller had a very kind Invitation from a collier to come and Live in the House with him. He gave him a Thousand Thanks for his Civility; but told him that it would not Stand with his Convenience; for (says he) as fast as I make any thing Clean, You'll be Smutting it again.   

FAB. LXV. A Thrush and a Swallow.  
AH my Dear Mother! says the Thrush, Never had any Creature such a Friend as I have, of this same Swallow. No, says she, nor ever any Mother such a Fool to her Son as I have, of this same Thrush: To talk of a Friendship betwixt People that cannot so much as live together in the same Climate and Season. One is for the Summer, tother, for Winter; And that which keeps You Alive, Kills your Companion.  

The MORAL of the TWO FABLES above.  
'Tis a Necessary Rule in Allyances, Matches, Societies, Fraternities, Friendships, Partnerships, Commerce, and All Manner of Civil deal and Contracts, to have a Strict Regard to the Humour, the Nature, and the Disposition of Those we have to do withal.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to bid us have a care what Friendships we Contract, and what Company we keep; for Contrary Humours and Manners will never agree together. There can be no Thought of Uniting Those that Nature itself has Divided. And this Caution holds good in all the business of a Sober Man's Life; as Marriage, Studies, Pleasures, Society, Commerce, and the like: 'Tis in some sort, with Friends (Pardon the Courseness of the Illustration) as it is with Dogs in Couples. They should be of the same Size, and Humour; and That which Pleases the One should Please the Other: But if they Draw Several Ways, and if One be too Strong for tother, they'll be ready to Hang themselves upon Every Gate or Style they come at. This is the Moral of the Friendship betwixt a Thrush and a Swallow, that can never Live together.    

FAB. LXVI. A Fowler and a Pigeon.  
AS a Country Fellow was making a Shoot at a Pigeon, he trod upon a Snake that bitten him by the Leg. The surprise Startled him, and away flew the Bird.  

The MORAL.  
We are to Distinguish betwixt the Benefits of Good Will, and those of Providence: For the Latter are immediately from Heaven, where no Human Intention Intervenes.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Mischief that we Meditate to Others, falls commonly upon our Own Heads, and Ends in a judgement, as well as a Disappointment. Take it Another Way, and it may serve to Mind us how Happily People are Diverted Many Times from the Execution of a Malicious Design, by the Grace and Goodness of a Preventing Providence. A Pistol's not taking Fire may save the Life of a Good Man; and the Innocent Pigeon had died, if the Spiteful Snake had not Broken the Fowler's Aim: That is to say; Good may be drawn out of Evil, and a Body's Life may be saved without having any Obligation to his Preserver.    

FAB. LXVII. A Trumpeter taken Prisoner.  
UPon the Rout of an Army there was a Trumpeter made a prisoner, and as the Soldiers were about to Cut his Throat; Gentlemen (says he) Why should You Kill a Man that Kills No Body? You shall Die the rather for That, cries one of the Company, for being so Mean a Rascal, as to set other People together by the Ears, without fight yourself.  

The MORAL.  
He that Provokes and Incites Mischief, is the Doer of it. 'Tis the Man that Kills Me, the Bullet is only a Passive justrument to serve his End that Directs it.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Reprove Those (according to the old Moral) that Stir up Men in Power to do public Mischief; which is much Worse than any Man's Doing a Private One Himself: And only a Safer Way of Committing greater Outrages.  
The Trumpeter's Plea, is so Arrant a Shuffle here, that an Incendiary at the bar, or in the Pulpit, has as much to say for Himself. He that Countenances, Encourages, or Abetts a Mischief, Does it. The Seditious Lawyer, or Divine, Kills No Body with his own Hand, but by a False Gloss perhaps, upon a Law, or a Text, he may cause Ten Thousand Swords to be Drawn, without Spilling One Drop of blood immediately Himself. Shall any Man now, that wilfully, and Maliciously, procures the Cutting of whole Armies to Pieces, set up for an Innocent? As if the Lives that were taken away by his Instigation, were not to be Charged upon his Account. He that Covers Murder, Oppression, Sacrilege, Rebellion, with a Cloak of Statute and Scripture, makes God and Government, Effectually, the Authors of the Wickedness: And Those are the Basest, and Worst of bravoes, that Employ journeymen-mercenaries under them to do the Work. What is This, but to Engage our Bibles, and our Law-Books in a Conspiracy against Themselves? Shall He that gives Fire to the Train, pretend to Wash his Hands of the Hurt that's done by the Playing of the Mine? Humane Corruptions are as Catching as Powder; as Easily inflamed, and the Fire afterward as Hard to be quenched. That which a Man Causes to be Done, he Does Himself, and 'tis all a case whether he does it by Practice, Precept, or Example. In One Word, He that Kindles the Passions of the Mobile is Answerable for the Following Conflagration. When the Men of the Long Robe have once preached the People to Tinder, the Least Spark sets them a Fire: so that they have no more to do then to Inculcate the Doctrine of Disobedience, and so leave the Multitude to chew upon't. A Trumpeter in the Pulpit is the very Emblem of a Trumpeter in the Field; and the same Charge holds Good against Both. Only the Spiritual Trumpeter is the more Pernicious Instrument of the Two; for the Latter serves only to rouse the Courage of the Soldies without any Doctrine of Application upon the Text, whereas the other infuses Malice over and above, and Preaches Death and Damnation, Both in One, and gives ye the very Chapter and Verse for't,    

FAB. LXVIII. A Dog and a wolf.  
THere was a Hagged Carrion of a wolf, and a Jolly Sort of a Gentile Dog, with Good Flesh upon his Back, that fell into Company together upon the King's highway. The wolf wonderfully pleased with his Companion, and as Inquisitive to Learn how he brought himself to That Blessed State of Body. Why, says the Dog, I keep my Master's House from thiefs, and I have very Good Meat, Drink, and Lodging for my pains. Now if you'll go along with Me, and do as I do, you may far as I far. The wolf Struck up the Bargain, and so away they Trotted together: But as they were Jogging on, the wolf spied a Bare Place about the dog's Neck, where the Hair was worn off. Brother (says he) how comes this I prithee? Oh, That's Nothing, says the Dog, but the Fretting of my Collar a little. Nay, says tother, if there be a Collar in the Case, I know Better Things than to sell my Liberty for a Crust.  

The MORAL.  
We are so dazzeled with the Glare of a Splendid Appearance, that we can hardly Discern the Inconveniencies that Attend it. 'Tis a Comfort to have Good Meat and Drink at Command, and Warm Lodging: But He that sells his Freedom for the Cramming of his gut, has but a Hard Bargain of it.   

REFLECTION.  
IN This Emblem is set forth the Blessing of Liberty, and the Sordid Meanness of those Wretches that sacrifice their Freedom to their Lusts, and their Palates. What Man in his Right Senses, that has wherewithal to Live Free, would make himself a Slave for Superfluities! The wolf would have been well enough Content to have bartered away a Ragged Coat, and a raw-bonded carcase, for a Smooth and a Fat One; but when they came to talk of a Collar once, away Marches He to His Old Trade in the Woods again, and makes the Better Choice of the Two.  
To speak to the First Point, we are liable to be imposed upon by Outsides and Appearances, for want of Searching things to the Bottom, and Examining what Really they are, and what they Only seem to be. This Fiction of the wolf, is a Reproof to Eager Appetites, and overhasty judgements, that will not give themselves time to balance Accounts, and Compute Beforehand, whether they are to get or Lose by the Bargain. It holds as well against Intemperate Curiosities, and Rash Wishes, That is to say, against the Folly of the One, and the Wickedness of the Other; for if we come once to take Evil for Good, our very Prayers are turned into Sin: But what with a Certain Itch of Prying into, and Meddling with Other people's Matters, and a Natural Levity that puts us upon Shifting and Changing, we fall Insensibly into a Thousand Inconveniencies: and when it comes to That once, that we find ourselves uneasy at Home, and no restingplace in our Own Thoughts, (where Rest is Only to be had) we are even glad to run away from ourselves, and Hunt abroad for't where 'tis never to be found. This is the Common Root of all our wander and Errors. We Spend our Time, and our Peace, in Pursuit of Things wholly foreign to our Business, and which will Certainly Deceive us at last.  
Thus it Is, and Thus it must be, so long as we take Every thing by a Wrong Handle, and only Calculate upon our Own Misfortunes, without any Allowance for the Comforts that we Enjoy. And so we reckon upon our neighbour's Enjoyments, on the Other hand, without any Consideration for the hardships that They Endure. Oh that I had but such a Palace! Says One; Such an Estate; Such a Retinue; This Glorious Train; That Lovely Woman, etc. Nay the Envious Freak Descends to the very Point, and Petticoat. Now These Idle Curiosities may be Specious Enough in the Contemplation; but what if This House, at the Foot of the Account, should Prove to be Haunted, That Gay Furniture borrowed; tother Fine Woman clapped; The Curse of Sacrilege cleaving to such an Inheritance, and all the rest of the gaudy Fooleries perhaps unpaid for? (as these encumbrances are No New Things in Nature) Who would not rather take up with the wolf in the Woods again, then make such a Clutter in the World upon These Scandalous Conditions.  
For the Obviating of All Cases of this Quality, Children should be Early Instructed, according to their Age and Capacity, in the True Estimate of Things, by Opposing the Good to the Evil, and the Evil to the Good; and Compensating, or Qualifying One Thing with Another. What's Plenty without Health? What's Ease without Plenty? And what's Title and Greatness, with Carking Thoughts, and a Troubled Mind to Attend it? What does That Man Want that has Enough? Or What's He the better for a Great deal, that can never be satisfied? By This Method of Setting what we Have against What we have Not, the Equity of Providence will be made Manifest, and to All manner of purposes justified; When it shall appear upon the balance, that Every man has his Share in the Bounties of Heaven to Mankind.  
As to the Freedom here that Aesop is so Tender of, it is to be Understood of the Freedom of the Mind: A Freedom to Attend the Motions of Right Reason; and a Freedom, in fine, not to be Parted with for All the Sensual Satisfactions under the Sun. It is, I say, a Freedom under These Limits; for there's No such Thing as Absolute Liberty: Neither is it possible that there should be any, without a Violence to the Order of the Universe, and to the Dictates of Reasonable Nature: For All men Living are in Some sort or Other, and upon some Penalty or Other, Subjected to a Superior Power; That is to say, the Laws of Morality are Above them: But the Case wherein All men are upon the Behaviour is not here the Question. To Wind up the Moral, in short; Liberty is a Jewel, and a Blessing. The wolf was well enough pleased here with the State of the dog's Body, but he had no fancy to his Collar.    

FAB. LXIX. A Farmer and his Dogs.  
A Certain Farmer was put to such a Pinch in a Hard Winter for Provisions, that he was forced to Feed Himself and his Family upon the Main Stock. The Sheep went First to Pot; the Goats Next; and after Them, the Oxen; and All Little enough to keep Life and Soul together. The Dogs called a council upon't. and resolved to show their Master a Fair pair of heels for't, before it came to be Their Turn; for, (said they) after he has Cut the Throats of our Fellow Servants, that are so Necessary for his business, it cannot be Expected that he will ever Spare us.  

The MORAL▪  
There's No Contending with Necessity, and we should be very Tender how we Censure Those that Submit to't. 'Tis One thing to be at Liberty to do what we Would do, and Another Thing to be tied up to do what we Must.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Common Thing for a Master to Sacrifice a Servant to his Own Ease, and Interest; but there's No Meddling with Men of That Inhospitable Humour, where the domestics, how Faithful soever, can never be Secure.  
This is according to the Old Moral; but not without some Force (in My Opinion at least) to the Natural bias of the Fable. The Farmer has no Liberty of Choice before him, but either to do what he does, or to Perish: And in so Doing, (with all respect to the Rules of Honesty) he does but his Duty; without any way Incurring the Character of an Ill natured Man, or a Cruel Master. But there may be also Another Doctrine raised from it; which is, That in Cases of Extreme Difficulty, the Laws of Conveniency, and Ordinary Practice must give place to the Laws of Necessity. This was the Naked Truth of the farmer's Case.    

FAB. LXX. A Camel at First Sight.  
UPon the First Sight of a Camel, All people ran away from't, in Amazement at so Monstrous a Bulk. Upon the Second Sight, finding that it did them No Hurt, they took Heart upon't, went up to't, and viewed it. But when they came, upon Further Experience, to take notice, how Stupid a Beast it was, they tied it up, Bridled it, Loaded it with Packs and Burdens; Set Boys upon the Back on't, and Treated it with the Last Degree of Contempt.   

FAB. LXXI. A Fox and a lion.  
A Fox had the hap to fall into the Walk of a lion; (the First of the Kind that ever he saw) and he was ready to Drop down at the very sight of him. He came a While after, to see Another, and was Frighted still; but Nothing to What he was Before. It was his Chance, after This, to Meet a Third lion; and he had the Courage, Then, to Accost him, and to make a kind of an Acquaintance with him.  

The MORAL of the TWO FABLES above.  
Novelty surprises us, and we have Naturally a Horror for Uncouth misshapen Monsters; but 'tis Our Ignorance that Staggers us, for upon Custom and Experience, All These bugs grow Familiar, and Easy to us.   

REFLECTION.  
THINGS that at first seem Terrible, become Easy to us when we are wont to them; says the Old Moral; which holds, I confess, in the Case of the Camel, but not in That of the lion.  
With leave of the Moralist, the Illustration does not come up to the Force and Intent of the Two Last Fables: Neither, in truth, is the very Design of them according to the True Reason of the Matter in Question. Things that seem Terrible, and are Not so, become not only Familiar, but Ridiculous to us, when we find that our Fears were Vain and Idle; as in the case of the Camel: But things on the contrary, that only Seem Terrible, but are found upon Experience to be more Dangerous than we took them for: (as in the Strength, the Nimbleness, the Fierceness, and the Appetite of a lion.) These are Things, I say, that the Better we Know them, the More we Dread them: So that though we have Apprehensions, as well where there is No Peril, as where there Is: Yet Time teaches us to Distinguish the One from the Other. The Allusion would much better have held in the case of a Battle, where the Soldier grows Every day less apprehensive of the Hazzard, by seeing so many People escape; and by Computing upon the Disproportion of Those that Outlive it, to Those that Fall in't. We may however Learn from hence, that people may be Frighted as well Without Reason as With it. Now, in Propriety of Speaking, and in a Right Understanding of the Thing too, People were not so much Frighted, as they were surprised at the Bigness, and Uncouth Deformity of the Camel: But I could Wish, the Fox had been More and More afraid of the lion, the oftener he Saw him; and the Doctrine would then have been to Govern our Passions by the Truth and Reason of Things, not by Appearances; but it holds however, that Custom goes a Great Way in making Matters Indifferent to us. 'Tis much the same Case too, betwixt the People, and Bugg-Laws, and Acts of State, that it is here betwixt the Fox and the lion. Men look, upon the First Opening of a Public Fast, as if Heaven and Earth were going together; Not a Shop Open; The Streets Quiet, and so Dismal a Countenance Every where, as if it were to Rain Fire and Brimstone the Next Moment. The Second Day is a Little Uneasy too, but not half so Frightful as the Former: and so in Two or Three days more, the Awe goes quite off, and the People come to their Wits, and fall to their Trade again, without any further Heed to the Matter.    

FAB. LXXII. An Eagle and a Fox.  
THere was a Bargain struck up betwixt an Eagle and a Fox, to be Wonderful Good Neighbours and Friends. The One Took-up in a Thicket of Brushwood, and the Other timbered upon a Tree hard by. The Eagle, One Day When the Fox was abroad a foraging, fell into his Quarters and carried away a Whole Litter of cubs at a Swoop. The Fox came time enough back to see the Eagle upon Wing, with her Prey in the Foot, and to send many a Heavy Curse after her; but there was No overtaking her: It happened in a very Short time after This, upon the Sacrificing of a Goat, that the same Eagle made a Stoop at a piece of Flesh upon the Altar, and she took it away to her Young: But Some Live coals it seems, that Stuck to't, set the Nest a fire. The Birds were not as yet Fledge enough to Shift for Themselves, but upon Sprawling and Struggling to get Clear of the Flame, down they Tumbled, half Roasted into the very Mouth of the Fox, that stood Gaping under the Tree to see the End on't: So that the Fox had the satisfaction at last, of Devouring the Children of her Enemy in the very Sight of the dam.  

The MORAL.  
God Reserves to Himself the Punishment of Faithless, and Oppressing governors, and the Vindication of his Own Worship and Altars.   

REFLECTION:  
THIS is to give Great Men to Understand, that No Power upon Earth can Protect them in the Exercise of Tyranny and Injustice; but that Sooner, or Later, Vengeance will Overtake Oppressors. It does likewise Condemn Treachery, and breach of Faith, even toward the most Perfidious▪  
The Morality of This Fiction looks several Ways. Here's first a League betwixt an Eagle and a Fox; which would be a most Incongruous alliance, if it were not in the case of That Princely Birds Departure from the Dignity of her Character, and from the Obligation of Royal Justice: so that Aesop has aptly enough matched a Faith-Breaking Prince, with a Per●…idious Subject, and fancied a Knavish Favourite, as the Fittest Minister for such a governor. In the Eagles Destroying the Fox's cubs, there's Power exercised with Oppression, and the Curses of the Fox that pursued the Oppressor, were not sent in Vain neither, as appears by the Sequel▪ We are likewise to take Notice that Justice is Sacred, and that No Provocation, either of Insolent Language, or Behaviour, can Warrant the Violation of it.  
And it is further Suggested to us, that when People are in a Train of Wickedness, One Sin Treads upon the Heel of Another. The Eagle gins with an Invasion upon the Rights of Hospitality, and Common Faith; and at the Next Step Advances to Sacrilege, in Robbing the Altar. And what follows upon it now, but a Divine judgement, that sets fire to her Nest, and Avenges the Cause of the very Fox, though One of the Falsest of Creatures! From hence we are to Gather These Two Doctrines for our Instruction. First, That the misdemeanours of Temporal Sovereign Powers are subjected only to the Animadversion of the supreme Lord of the Universe. And secondly, That in the Case of Tyranny itself, it is not for Private Men to pretend to any Other Appeal.    

FAB. LXXIII. A Husbandman and a Stork.  
A Poor Innocent Stork had the Ill Hap to be taken in a Net that was laid for Geese and Cranes. The Storks Plea for herself was Simplicity, and Piety: The Love she bore to Mankind, and the Service she did in Picking up of Venomous Creatures. This is all True, says the Husbandman; But They that Keep Ill Company, if they be catched with Ill Company, must Expect to suffer with Ill Company.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis as much as a man's Life, Fortune, and Reputation, are Worth, to keep Good Company (over and above the Contagion of Lewd Examples) for as Birds of a Feather will Flock together, so if the Good and the Bad be taken together, they must Expect to go the Way of All Flesh together.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to bid men have a care What Company they keep; for when the Good and Bad are Taken together, they must Go together. Not but that a man may lie under some Obligation of Duty and Respect, to Visit, Eat and Correspond with Many People that he does not Like. And This may be well enough Done too; provided it be out of Decency, Discretion, or Good Manners, rather than upon Choice and Inclination. We cannot Honestly let a Civil Enemy into a Town that's besieged, or hold any sort of Intelligence with him (though but in a Bare Curiosity) about the Affairs of the Garrison. Let a man Consider now, how much more, Dangerous, and Unwarrantable it is to take an Enemy into Our Souls, then into our Forts. With all Honour yet to a Brave Adversary, apart from his Cause.  
'Tis the Fortune of many a Good Man to fall into Bad Company, and to be Undone by't, and yet no way Guilty all this while, of the Iniquity▪ of his Companions. The Letter of the Law Sweeps All in such a Case, without Distinction of Persons: To say Nothing of the Shame and Dishonour of being taken up with Rogues and Felons; over and above the Lash of public Justice, and the Contagion of a Lewd Conversation. Show me the Company (says the Adage) and I'll tell ye the Man. What would a body think now of a Prime Minister that should Conjobble Matters of State with Tumblers and Buffoons; confer politics with Tinkers and car-men? would not any man Judge their Souls to be of the same Standard and alloy? And that there were no more betwixt them then Cross or Pile, which should be the Lord, and which the Scoundrel? Or, according to the Fable, which the Stork and which the Goose? For 'tis not the Purple, but the Virtue that makes a man of Honour; truly so called.    

FAB. LXXIV. A Boy, and False alarms.  
A Shepherd Boy had gotten a Roguy Trick of crying [a wolf, a wolf] when there was No such Matter, and Fooling the Country People with False alarms. He had been at This Sport so many times in Jest, that they would not Believe him at last when he was in Earnest: And so the Wolves broke in upon the Flock, and worried the Sheep at Pleasure.  

The MORAL.  
He must be a very Wise Man that knows the True Bounds, and Measures of Fooling, with a respect to Time, Place, Matters, Persons, etc. But Religion, Business and Cases of Consequence must be Excepted out of That sort of Liberty.   

REFLECTION.  
A Common liar (says the Old Moral) shall not be believed, even when he speaks True: But there's a Great deal more in't, of which hereafter.  
There's not One Man of a Thousand that Understands the Just, the Sa●…e, Warrantable, Decent, and Precise Limits of that which we call Bantering, or Fooling: But it is either too Course, too Rude, too Childish, too Bitter, too Much on't, too pedantic; and in fine, out of Measure, or out of Season. Now the Least error or Mistake in the Manage of This Humour, lays People Open to Great Censure, and Reproach. It is not Every man's talon to know When and How to Cast out a Pleasant Word, with such a Regard to Modesty and Respect, as not to Transgress the True, and Fair Allowances of Wit, Good Nature, and Good Breeding. The Skill and Faculty of Governing This Freedom within the Terms of Sobriety and Discretion, goes a Great Way in the Character of an Agreeable Conversation; for That which we call Raillery, in This Sense, is the very sauce of Civil Entertainment: And without some such Tincture of Urbanity, even in Matters the most Serious, the Good Humour Flattens, for want of Refreshment and Relief: But there's a Medium yet betwixt All-Fool, and All-Philosopher. I mean, A Proper and a Discreet Mixture, that in some sort Partakes of Both, and renders Wisdom itself the more Grateful, and Effectual for it. The Gravity, in short, of the One, is enlivened with the Spirit and Quickness of the Other; and the gaiety of a Diverting Word serves as a Vehicle to Convey the Force of the Intent, and Meaning of it: But the Main Drift at last of This Fable, is to show us the Dangerous Consequences of an Improper, and an Unseasonable Fooling: With All Respect however to the Ornament and Advantage of a Facetious Freedom of Discourse, within the Compass of Sobriety and Honour. To Conclude; The Shepherd's Boy went too far upon a Topique that he did not Understand.    

FAB. LXXV. An Eagle and a Daw.  
AN Eagle made a Stoop at a Lamb; trussed it, and took it Cleverly away with her. A Mimical Daw, that saw This Exploit, would needs try the same Experiment upon a Ram: But his Claws were so Shackled in the Fleece with Lugging to get him up, that the Shepherd came in, and Caught him, before he could clear Himself; He clipped his Wings, and carried him Home to his Children to Play withal. They came Gaping about him, and asked their Father what Strange Bird that Was? Why, says he, He'll tell you Himself that he's an Eagle; but if you'll take My Word for't; I know him to be a Daw.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a High Degree of Vanity and Folly, for men to take More upon them than they are able to go through withal; And the End of Those undertake is only Mockery and Disappointment in the Conclusion.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Vain and Dangerous to Enter into Competitions with our Superiors, in What Kind soever, whether it be in Arms, Letters, expense, Strength of Body, Arts and Sciences, or the like. 'Tis Impossible for any man, in fine, to take a True Measure of Another, without an Exact knowledge and a True judgement of Himself. Nay the Attempt of any thing above our Force, with Vanity, and Presumption, most certainly ends in a Miscarriage that makes the Pretender Ridiculous. The outdoing of a Great Man in his Own Way, Savours in some degree of Ill Manners, as it is upon the Main, a High Point of Indiscretion. One man takes it for an Affront to be Out-witted; Another to be out-fooled, as Nero could not Endure to be Out-Fiddled; But in short, be the Matter never so Great, or never so Trivial, 'tis the same Case as to the Envy of the Competition.    

FAB. LXXVI. A Dog in a Manger.  
A Churlish Envious cur was gotten into a Manger, and there lay Growling and Snarling to keep the Horses from their Provender. The Dog Eat None himself, and yet rather ventured the Starving his Own Carcase than he would suffer any thing else to be the Better for't.  

The MORAL.  
Envy pretends to No Other Happiness then what it derives from the Misery of Other People, and will rather eat Nothing itself than not Starve Those that Would.   

REFLECTION.  
WE have but too many Men in the World of This dog's Humour; that will rather Punish Themselves, than not be Troublesome and Vexatious to Others. There's an Envy of Good Things too as well as of Good Men; but This Fable is so well known that it is moralised in a Common Proverb.  
If some men might have their Wills the very Sun in the Firmament should withdraw his Light, and they would submit to Live in Perpetual Darkness Themselves, upon Condition that the rest of the World might do so for Company. Whatsoever their neighbour Gets They Lose, and the very Bread that One Eats makes tother Meager: which is the Genuine Moral of the Fable. There is in this Malevolence, somewhat of the Punishment, as well as of the Spite, of the damned: They take delight in Other people's Miseries, and at the same Time are their Own Tormentors. This Diabolical Envy is Detestable even in Private Persons; but whenever the Governing Part of a Nation comes to be Tainted with it, there's Nothing so Sacred that a Corrupt Supercilious Ill natured Minister will not sacrifice to This Execrable Passion. No Man should Eat, Live, or Breath Common Air if He could Hinder it. 'Tis the business of his Life, and the Delight of his Soul, to Blast all sorts of Honest Men, and not only to Lessen their Characters, and their Services, but to Range them in the Number of public Enemies: And he had Twenty times rather see the Government Sink, then have it thought that any hand but his Own should have a Part of the Honour of Saving it. Now He that Betrays his Master for Envy, will never fail of doing it for money: For the Gratifying of This cankered Malignity is but Another way of selling him; Only the Spite is Antecedent and Subservient to the Corruption: But This Court-Envy is not Altogether the Envy of the Dog in the Fable. For there's a Mixture of Avarice and Interest in the Former, whereas the Other is a spiteful Malignity purely for Mischief-sake. The Dog will rather Starve himself then the ox shall Eat; but the Courtier will be sure to Look to One whoever else goes to the Devil.    

FAB. LXXVII. A Sheep and a Crow.  
THere was a Crow sat Chattering upon the Back of a Sheep; Well! Sirrah says the Sheep, You durst not ha' done This to a Dog. Why I know that says the Crow as well as You can tell me, for I have the Wit to Consider Whom I have to do withal. I can be as Quiet as any body with Those that are Quarrelsome, and I can be as Troublesome as Another too, when I Meet with Those that will Take it.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Nature and the Practice of Drolls and Buffoons, to be Insolent toward Those that will bear it, and as Slavish to Others that are more than their Match.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS No New Thing for an Innocent Simplicity to be made the Sport of Bantering Drolls, and Buffoons. This is to tell Modest and Well-Meaning Men what they are to Expect in this World, and what they are to Trust to where there is not a Power sufficient to Repel Force by Force: And it serves further to keep This Check upon the Insolent, that there are Others as much too Hard for Them, as They are for Those that they Oppress. This Crow is much of the Humour of the Mobile. They are Tongue-Valiant 'tis True, and as Bold as Hercules where they know there's No Danger, but throw a volley of Shot among them, and they have not the Courage of so many Hares. And what is All This Now, but according to the Guise of the World, God Threatens Kings, (as Dr. Donne has it) King's Lords, as Lords do Us. He that's a Tyrant over One Man is a Slave to Another.    

FAB. LXXVIII. A Camel Praying for Horns.  
IT stuck filthily in the Camel's Stomach, that Bulls, Stags, Lions, Bears, and the like, should be Armed with Horns, Teeth, and Claws, and that a Creature of his Size should be left Naked and Defenceless. Upon This Thought he fell down upon his marrowbones, and begged of Jupiter to give him a pair of Horns, but the Request was so Ridiculous, that Jupiter, instead of Horning him, ordered him to be cropped, and so punished him with the loss of his Ears which Nature had allowed him, for being so Unreasonable as to Ask for Horns, that Providence never intended him.   

FAB. LXXIX. A Fox and a Hare to Jupiter.  
A Fox and a Hare Presented a Petition to Jupiter. The Fox prayed for the hare's Swiftness of Foot, and the Hare for the Fox's Craft, and Wilyness of Address. Jupiter told them, that since every Creature had some Advantage or Other Peculiar to itself, it would not stand with Divine Justice, that had provided so well for Every One in Particular, to confer All upon any One.   

FAB. LXXX. A Peacock to Juno.  
THE Peacock, they say, laid it Extremely to Heart, that being Juno's Darling-Bird, he had not the Nightingale's Voice superadded to the Beauty of his own Plumes. Upon This Subject he petitioned his Patroness, who gave him for Answer, that Providence had assigned Every Bird its Proportion, and so bade him Content himself with his Lot.  

The MORAL of the Three FABLES above.  
The Bounties of Heaven are in such manner Distributed, that Every Living Creature has its Share; beside, that to Desire Things against Nature, is Effectually to Blame the very Author of Nature itself.   

REFLECTION.  
IN These Three Fables, is set forth the Vanity of Unnatural Wishes, and Foolish Prayers; which are not only to be Rejected, but they deserve also to be punished. Providence has made an Equal Distribution of Natural Gifts, whereof each Creature severally has a share; and it is not for This or That Particular to pretend to All: So that Considering the Equality of the Division, No Creature has Cause, either to Boast, or to Complain. We are never Content with the Bounty of Providence. One would have a Voice; tother Gay clothes; and while Every Man would have All, we Charge Providence with Injustice for not giving to Every Man Alike. Socrates was in the Right in Saying, That in a Case a Man were to go where he should have the Choice before him, of All the Ill Things and All the Good Things in Nature, he would come home again the same Man that he went out.  
It is to be Noted, upon the Distribution of the Matter of These Three Fables that the Camel prays for Weapons Offensive, and Defensive, either for the Encount'ring of Dangers, or the Repelling of them. The Fox and the Hare, for the Means of Avoiding them. And the Peacock for a Voice, answerable to his Beauty. And All their Prayers are to No Purpose, but to the reproach of the Petitioners, and to the Confusion of Vain Desires. What is All This but an appeal from Heaven to Heaven itself; and Petitioning Providenee against Providence, in a Recourse from One Providence to Another? The Determinations and Appointments of Heaven are no more to be Disputed and controlled, than they are to be made Better, and Emprov'd; And we must not Presume to Judge of the Goodness and Justice of Heaven, by the Frailties and Corruptions of Flesh and Blood. We were not of council with the Almighty, either in the Making, or in the Regulating of the World, and we have no more Right to Advise him in the Governing of it. The Power, in fine, that Rules in the Nature of Things is no other than a Divine Influence.  
Why should not the Nightingale Envy the Peacock's Train as well as the Peacock Envy the Nightingale's Note? And why should not All the Works of the Creation Expostulate at the same Rate, and upon the same Grounds? Why has not Man the Wings of an Eagle to carry him from Danger, or to satisfy his Curiosity what the World's a doing? Why has he not the Sagacity of a Dog, the Paw of a lion; The Teeth of a Leopard; The heels of a Courser, and the like? And have not Brute Animals the same Equity of Complaint on the Other Hand, for want of the Faculties and Advantages, Intellectual, and Moral of Mankind? So that here's a Civil War that runs through All the Parts of the Universe, where Nothing is pleased with its Own Lot; And no Remedy at last; but by New Moulding the World over again. This Inordinate Appetite has been the Overthrow of many a Kingdom, Family and Commonwealth.  
To Ask Impossibilities, in fine, is Ridiculous, and to Ask Things Unnatural is Impious; for to take upon us to Blame, or Mend the Works of Providence, is to suppose the Divine Wisdom liable to Miscarriages and Mistakes. These Mutterings are Foolish also, even to the Degree of Madness itself; for there's no Thought or Possibility of Relief in the Case. Such as we Are God has made Us: our Post and our Station is appointed us, and the Decree is not to be reversed.    

FAB. LXXXI. An Old weasel and Mice.  
AN Old weasel that was now almost past Mousing, tried what she could do by her Wits, when she found she could live no longer upon the Square, and so Conveys herself into a Meal-Tub for the Mice to come to Her, since she could not go to Them. They came thick and threefold for a time, as she expected they should, till at last, One experienced Stager that had Baffled Twenty Traps and Tricks Before, discovered the Plot, and quite spoiled the Jest.  

The MORAL.  
The Want of Force, Strength, and Other Abilities to Compass our Ends must be supplied by Industry and Invention.   

REFLECTION.  
KNAVES live as Naturally upon Fools, as Spiders do upon flies, and the Want of Downright Force must be suppyed by Art. But Time that Discovers the Truth of Things, lays open Frauds too and Double deal; and after that Discovery, there's No Passing the same Trick upon the Mice and Rats here over again. A Body would think now that Reasonable Creatures should at least have the Wit of Vermine, and not run their Necks over and over into the same Noose: But in Despite of Claps and Surfeits, Men we see will be Whoring and Fuddling-on still. And the same bait of Liberty and Property will serve for the Common People in saecula saeculorum, Even after they have been choked, beggared, and poisoned with it five Hundred times before.    

FAB. LXXXII. An Old Tree Transplanted.  
A Certain Farmer had One Choice appletree in his Orchard that he valued above all the rest, and he made his Landlord Every Year a Present of the Fruit on't. He liked the Apples so very well, that Nothing would serve Him but Transplanting the Tree into his Own Grounds. It withered presently upon the Removal, and so there was an end of both Fruit and Tree together. The News was no sooner brought to the Landlord, but he broke out into This reflection upon it: This comes, says he, of Transplanting an Old Tree, to gratify an Extravagant Appetite: Whereas if I could have Contented myself with the Fruit, and left my Tenant the Tree still, All had been Well.  

The MORAL.  
Nature has her Certain Methods and Seasons for the Doing of Every Thing, and there must be no Trying of Experiments to put her out of her Course.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No forcing Nature against her bias, or Inverting the Methods of Providence. Irregular Desires and Unreasonable undertake must expect to meet with Disappointments. There's a Proper Time for All Things, and Nothing succeeds well, but what's done in Season. And This is not the Only Case neither, where an Extravagant Appetite; or Humour makes People forget the Methods of Decency and Reason. As in Unequal Matches for the Purpose: For Marrying is but a kind of Transplanting, and an Old Fellow with a Young Wench, may very well pass for a Counterpart of This Fable.    

FAB. LXXXIII. A Fox and a Goat.  
A Fox and a Goat went down by Consent into a Well to Drink, and when they had quenched their Thirst, the Goat fell to Hunting up and down which way to get back again. Oh! says Reynard, Never Trouble your Head how to get back, but leave That to Me. Do but You Raise yourself upon your Hinder Legs with your fore-feets Close to the Wall, and then stretch out your Head: I can Easily Whip up to your Horns, and so out of the Well, and Draw you after me. The Goat puts himself in Posture immediately as he was directed, gives the Fox a Lift, and so Out he Springs; but Reynard's business was now only to make Sport with his Companion instead of Helping him. Some Hard Words the Goat gave him, but the Fox puts off all with a Jest. If you had but half so much Brains as you have Beard, says he, you would have bethought yourself how to get up again before you went down.  

The MORAL.  
A Wise Man will Debate Every Thing Pro and Con before he comes to Fix upon any Resolution. He leaves Nothing to Chance more than Needs must. There must be No Bantering out of Season.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is Wisdom to Consider the End of Things before we embark, and to Forecast Consequences. It is also to be Expected that Men in Distress will look to themselves in the First Place, and leave their Companions to Shift as well as they can. When a Knave, and an Honest Man happen to be embarked together in the same Common Interest, the Sharper will be sure, if ever it comes to a Pinch, to shift for Himself; and leave tother in the Lurch. It is the way of the World for Men to Abandon their Benefactors, and to make sport with Those that raised them. This was the Trick, that the Fox served the Goat here in the Well; to show us that He that Helps Another out at a Plunge, runs the Risque of being left in the Mire himself. No Matter for the Morality of the Thing, so long as it is the Fashion; And that He that Advances himself upon the ruin of Another gets the Reputation of a Man of Art, and Address. The Facility, in fine, and the Simplicity of the Goat, shows us what an Honest Man is to Trust to that keeps a Knave company.  
We find in This Fox, the Roguery, the Invention, and the Wilyness of the Crafty People we meet with Abroad, and a Lively Image of the Faith, Friendship, Good Nature, and Justice that we are to Expect from them. We cannot therefore keep too strict an Eye upon the Life and Conversation of Those we have to do withal. If they be Men of Fraud, they'll never stick at bringing their Friends and Companions into Dangers, Losses, and Inconveniences; scour off themselves, and leave Those that Trust them to pay the reckoning. But, in a Word, This Application extends to Men of Trick and Design of All Sorts; let it be in Pleasure, Fortune, Pride, Envy, vainglory, Trade, Law, Marriages, Quarrels, Travels, Ambition, etc. Wherefore it Behoves us to Look before we leap, and in Case of the Worst that can befall us, to secure an aftergame. The Want of this Foresight was the goat's ruin.    

FAB. LXXXIV. Cocks and a Partridge.  
A Cock-Master bought a Partridge, and turned it among his Fight Cocks, for them to Feed together. The Cocks beat the Partridge away from their Meat, which she laid the more to Heart, because it looked like an Aversion to her purely as a Stranger. But the Partridge finding These very Cocks afterwards, Cutting one Another to pieces, she comforted herself with This Thought, that she had no Reason to expect they should be Kinder to Her, than they were to One Another.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis No Wonder to find Those People Troublesome to Strangers, that Cannot Agree among Themselves. They Quarrel for the Love of Quarrelling; and provided the Peace be broken, No matter upon What Ground, or with Whom.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No Peace to be Expected among those that are Naturally Fierce and Quarrelsome. But we are to Distinguish however, betwixt Injuries of Malice, and of Evil Nature, as we do betwixt Violences in Hot blood, and Those of Deliberate Spite and Intention; which we find in the Common Cases of Manslaughter, and Murder. The Doctrine may be briefly This, that so far as Possible, we are to Avoid Ill Company: but where we are forced upon't, there's No Remedy but Patience. The Cocks here Did but according to their Kind; And it is the Same Thing with Wicked Men too, (as Birds of the same Feather) to be Troublesome to Other People as well as to One Another.    

FAB. LXXXV. A Bragging Traveller.  
A Vain Fellow that had been abroad in the World, would still be Tiring All people's Ears at his Return, with Stories of his Wonderful Actions and Adventures in his Travels; and particularly, he told of a Leap he took at Rhodes, that No Body there could come within Six Foot on't. Now This (says he) I am able to Prove by several Witnesses upon the Place. If This be True (says one of the Company) there's No Need of going to Rhodes for Witnesses: Do but You fancy this to be Rhodes, and then show us the leap.  

The MORAL  
Travellers have a kind of Privilege to Romance it; and to Tell Stories at large. And for Those that Doubt the Truth of the Matter, they had even better pass it over than go to Disprove it.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Foolish to appeal to Witnesses for the proof of any thing, when 'tis not a Pin Matter, whether the Fact in Question be True or False; and so it is also to talk of proofs that are not within Call: But Vain Boasters are Naturally Impertinent; for they Talk at Random, without any Regard to Truth and judgement. There may be a Double Use made of this Fable: First, as a Dissuasive to Those that spend their Time in Idle Insipid Company. Secondly, As a Caution to Those that are Tainted with this Levity, not to make Themselves Ridiculous any longer. Nature has Written Fool upon the Tip of That Man's Tongue that will always be telling Stories with an [I did This,] and [I said That.] Travellers, they say, may lie by Authority; and yet our traveller's Privilege here was not sufficient to Protect him in his Vanity from making Sport to the Company.    

FAB. LXXXVI. An Impostor to the Oracle.  
THere was a certain Bantering Droll that took a Journey to Delphos, a purpose to try if he could put a Trick upon Apollo. He carried a Sparrow in his Hand under his Coat, and told the God, I have somewhat in my Hand, says he, Is it Dead or Living? If the Oracle should say 'twas Dead, he could show it Alive; If Living, 'twas but squeezing it, and than 'twas Dead. Now He that saw the Malice of his Heart gave him this Answer: It shall even be which of the Two you please; for 'tis in Your Choice to have it either the One or the Other.  

The MORAL.  
Presumption leads People to Infidelity in a Trice, and so by Insensible Degrees to Atheism: for when Men have once cast off a Reverence for Religion, they are come within One Step of Laughing at it.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Points at the Folly and Wickedness of Those Men that think to play Fast and lose with God Almighty, who sees the very Thoughts of our Hearts. This way of Fooling in Holy Things is much a Bolder sort of Impiety, than it is commonly Taken for. He that pretends to Doubt of an All-knowing Power, has as much Right to Doubt of an almighty Power too, and the bringing of One Attribute in Question, Opens the Way to a Diffidence of all the Rest. It would prevent a great Deal of Wickedness in the World, if Men would but Live and Act in Religious Matters, so as to Own, and to Recognize the Force, and Awe of a Deity in their Practices, as well as in their Words: But when they come to Querying and Riddling upon't, with an [If it be so and so;] The Scandal of the Supposition is not to be Borne; for such a way of Seeming to Affirm a Thing, is but one Remove from a Flat denial of it. Such was the Impostors Question here to the Oracle: which implies both the Doubt of a Divine Omniscience, and a Curiosity to Discover the Truth of the Matter, with a Banter at the End on't; and so makes it a consummated Wickedness.    

FAB. LXXXVII. A Woman and a Fat Hen.  
A Good Woman had a Hen that laid her Every Day an Egg. Now she fancied to herself, that upon a Larger Allowance of Corn, This Hen might be brought in time to lay twice a day. She tried the Experiment; but the Hen grew Fat upon't, and gave quite over Laying.  

The MORAL.  
He that has a Great Deal already, and would have More, will never think he has enough'till he has All; and That's Impossible: wherefore we should set Bounds to our Desires, and Content ourselves when we are Well, for fear of Losing what we had.   

REFLECTION.  
here'S a Figure of the Folly, and the Mischief of Vain Desires, and an Immoderate Love of Riches. Covetousness is enough to make the Master of the World as Poor as He that has just Nothing; for a Man may be brought to a Morsel of Bread, by Griping, as well as by Profusion. 'Tis a Madness for a Body that has enough already, to Hazard All for the Getting of More, and then upon the Miscarriage to leave himself Nothing. This was the Woman's Case and Fault here. In Few Words, there's a Just Medium betwixt Eating too much, and too Little; and this Dame had Undoubtedly Hit upon't, when the Matter was so ordered, that the Hen brought her Every Day an Egg. But when she came to Enlarge the hen's Allowance for her own Profit, upon an Opinion that more Corn would Produce more Eggs, her Avarice Misled her into a Disappointment, which was both a judgement upon the Sin in the Loss of what she had before, and an Error in the very Point of Manage, and Good Huswiv'ry; for Repletion Obstructs the most Necessary Offices of Nature,    

FAB. LXXXVIII. A Man bitten by a Dog.  
ONE that was Bitten by a Dog, was advised, as the Best Remedy in the World, to Dip a Piece of Bread in the blood of the Wound, and give it the Dog to eat. [Pray hold Your Hand a little (says the Man) unless y'ave a mind to Draw All the Dogs in the Town upon me; For That will Certainly be the End on't, when they shall find themselves Rewarded instead of punished.  

The MORAL.  
Good Nature is a Great Misfortune, where it is not managed with Prudence. Christian Charity, 'tis true, bids us return Good for Evil; but it does not Oblige us yet to Reward where we should Punish.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to inform us, that Wicked and ill-natured Men are not to be obliged by Kindnesses, Especially when they find they may be the better for Insolence; for at That Rate, he that Rewards Past Affronts, Draws On, and Encourages New Ones. There are Churlish curs in the Moral as well as in the Fable, and we are here taught how to Behave ourselves upon the Biting of All Manner of Dogs. Under the Rule and Correction of This Allegory, we may reckon Calumny, Slander, and Detraction in any Form or Figure whatsoever, and all Manner of Affronts and Indignities upon our Good Names, or our Persons. There may be Place in All These Cases for a Generous Charity to Forgive Offences, even of the Highest Ingratitude and Malice; But it is not Advisable to Reward where Men have the Tenderness not to Punish. This way of Proceeding is Dangerous in All the Affairs public, as well as Private, of Humane Life; for 'tis a Temptation to villainy, when People. when a Man fares the Better for Evil Doing. Ill Nature, in fine, is not to be cured with a Sop; but on the contrary, Quarrelsome Men, as well as Quarrelsome curs are worse for fair Usage.    

FAB. LXXXIX. A Hunted beaver.  
THE beaver is a kind of an Amphibious Creature, but he lives Mostly in the Water. His Stones, they say, are medicinal; and it is principally for Their Sake he knows, that People seek his Life; and therefore when he finds himself Hard pinched, he Bites 'em off, and by leaving Them to his Pursuers, he Saves Himself.  

The MORAL.  
When a greater Interest is at Stake, 'tis a Warrantable Point of Honour and Discretion, to compound the Hazzard, by parting with the Less; provided, that while we Quit the One, we may save the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
WE find This Doctrine and Practice to be verified in State-Chaces, as as well as in Those of the Woods; That is to say, where it is made a Crime to be Rich, and where Men are forced to lay Violent Hands on Themselves, to be Safe and Quiet; and with the beaver here, to compound with their Nutmegs to save their Lives.    

FAB. XC. A Thunny and a Dolphin.  
A Thunny gave chase to a Dolphin; and when he was just ready to seize him, the Thunny struck before he was ware, and the Dolphin, in the Eagerness of his Pursuit, ran himself a ground with him. They were Both Lost; but the Thunny kept his Eye still upon the Dolphin, and Observing him when he was Just at Last Gasp: Well, says he, the Thought of Death is now Easy to me, so long as I see my Enemy go for Company.   

FAB. XCI. Two Enemies at Sea.  
THere were Two Enemies at Sea in the same Vessel, the One at the Ships Head, the Other at the Stern. It Blew a Dreadful Storm, and when the Vessel was just ready to be swallowed up, One of 'em asked the Master, which Part of the ship would be First under Water; so he told him the tother End would Sink first. Why then, says he, I shall have the Comfort of seeing my Enemy go before me.  

The MORAL of the TWO FABLES above.  
'Tis a Wretched Satisfaction, that a Revengeful Man takes, even in the Losing of his Own Life, provided that his Enemy may go for Company.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE is some Comfort in Company, even in a State of Adversity. Society is so Necessary and Agreeable to Mankind in All Cases, that Death is Certainly the More Uneasy for a Man's going alone into Another World: But the Consolation Pointed at in This Fable, is That which an Envious Man takes in the ruin of his Enemy. There is a Memorable Instance to This Purpose, of a Gentleman that had an Estate for Lives, and Two of his Tenants in the Lease: One of them dies, and the Other desires his Landlord to lay Both Farms into One, and Accept of Him for his Tenant. The Gentleman fairly excused Himself, and away goes the Man in a Rage to his Wife; Told her how it was, and Swore a Great Oath, that he would be revenged of his Landlord. This was in Harvest Time, and he went out next day to his Reapers, but stayed so long, that his Wife sent up and down to look after him. To shorten the Story, they found him at last in a Ditch, Vomiting his Heart out. The Man, it seems, had poisoned himself, and the Revenge upon his Landlord was the Defeating him of his Estate by Destroying the Last Life in his Lease. In One Word, Revenge stops at Nothing that's Violent and Wicked. It Divides the Dearest Friends; Embroils Governments, and Tears Families to pieces. But to say no more on't, The Histories of All Ages are full of the Tragical Outrages that have been Executed by this Diabolical Passion: beside, that it hardens People into a brutal Contempt of Death, (as in the Fables above) where they may but see their Enemies fall for Company.    

FAB. XCII. A Fortune-Teller.  
THere was a kind of a Petty Conjurer, that made it his Profession to Resolve Questions, and tell Fortunes, and he held forth in the marketplace. Word was brought him, in the very Middle of his Schemes and Calculations, that his House was robbed; and so away he scours immediately to learn the Truth on't. As he was running home in All Haste, a Droll takes him up by the Way, with this short Question. Friend (says he) How come You to be so Good at telling Other people's Fortunes, and Know so little of your Own?   

FAB. XCIII. A Cunning Woman.  
A Certain Dame that passed in the World under the Name of a Cunning Woman, took upon her to Avert Divine judgements, and to Foretell Strange Things to come. She played the Counterfeit Witch so long, till in the Conclusion, she was Taken up, arraigned, tried, Convicted, Condemned to Dye, and at last Executed for a Witch indeed. D'ye hear, Good Woman (says one to her, as she was upon the Way to her Execution) Are the Gods so much easier than the Judges, that you should be Able to make Them do any Thing for ye, and yet could not Prevail with the Bench for the Saving of your Own Life?   

FAB. XCIV. An ginger and a Traveller.  
A Certain Starr-Gazer had the Fortune, in the very Height of his Celestial Observations, to stumble into a Ditch: A sober Fellow passing by, gave him a piece of Wholesome Counsel. Friend, says he, Make a Right Use of Your Present Misfortune; and pray, for the Future, let the stars go on quietly in their Courses, and do you look a little Better to the Ditches.  

The MORAL of the Three FABLES above.  
There needs no more than Impudence and Ignorance, on the One Side, and a Superstitious Credulity on the Other, to the Setting up of a Fortune Teller.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS serves for a Reproof to the Ignorance and Confidence of Figure-Flingers, Starr-Gazers, that pretend to Foretell the Fortunes of Kingdoms and States, and yet have no Foresight at all in what concerns Themselves.  
The Moral of these Fables strikes upon the Vanity and Arrogance of Empyricks and Impostors Themselves, and upon the Folly of the Fond Believers of them. The Caution holds also against Unlawful Curiosities; Sickly, and Superstitious fancies and Dreams; forebodings of Ill Luck; as the Crossing of a Hare, the Spilling of Salt, etc. This Humour, let it look never so Little, and Silly, (as it passes many times only for Frolique and Banter) is One yet of the most Pernicious Snares in Humane Life; when it comes once to get Possession, and to Gain Credit; Especially among Women and Children, where the Imagination is strong in the One, and the Disposition as pliant as Wax for any Impression, in the other. Wherefore, of All Things in This World, Care is to be Taken, that they get not a Hankering after These juggling Astrologers, Gypsies, Wizzards, Fortune-Tellers, Conjurers, Quacks, Cunning Women, etc. To say Nothing of the Fooleries of Fortune-Books, and a Hundred other Vulgar ways of Enquiry into the Event of Amours, Marriages, Life and Death, Travel, Play, or the like; which is all but a Tincture of the same Capital Infirmity. If these Pretenders were not better Supported by the Simplicity, and Devotion of the Inquisitive fools that Consult Those Oracles, than they are by any Congruity of premises and Conclusion; or by the Ordinary Way of Tracing Causes into their Effects, the Trade would not find 'em Bread; for there's No Proportion at all betwixt the means, and the End. Not but that the Things they seem to Predict, come many times to pass; Yet still the nearer the Mark in their Conjectures, the more suspicious is the Profession on the One Hand, and the more Dangerous is the Credulity on the Other: For Those People that take upon them to Resolve such Doubts, Scruples, and Difficulties, as are not to be known by any Natural Process of Reasoning; and those Men that will be Prying by Unwarrantable, and Forbidden Ways, into the Secret counsels of Almighty God, are Both Justly punished: The One in Telling the Truth, and the Other in Hearing it: for it Hardens the One in his Confidence, and Presumption, and the Other in his Curiosity, and Superstition: Over and above the Feats that are done by Confederacy and Intelligence; for how shall any man pretend to tell Me my Fortune that knows nothing of his Own?  
There are Mountebanks, and Smatterers also in State as well as in Science; Nay and perchance, the Vainer, the more Ignorant, and the more Mischievous of the Two; for All These Fables are moralised in History, Practice, and Conversation; and the Fiction, matched, at least, if not outdone, in Matter of Fact. And These Ordinary Hocuses have been made use of in All Ages too, as Tools of State; sometimes For the Government, Other-while Against it, as the Occasion lay Fairest for the Game that was then a Playing. It goes a great Way, when Natural Curiosity, Vulgar Prejudice, and an Artificial Application of Actives to Passives, shall be Assisted with the sham's of Astrological judgements and Calculations over and above: though with our Conjurers here, their Ignorance and Presumption lays them Open in the Conclusion to the Scorns and Contempt of the Common People.    

FAB. XCV. A Doctor and his Patient.  
PRay Sir How d' ye Find yourself? says the Dr. to his Patient Why truly, says the Patient; I have had a Violent Sweat. Oh the Best Sign in the World quoth the Dr. And then a little while after he is at it again, with a Pray How d' ye find your Body? Alas, says the T' other, I have just now such a Terrible Fit of Horror and Shaking upon me! Why this is all as it should be, says the Physician,. It shows a Mighty Strength of Nature. And then he comes over him a Third time with the same Question again; Why I am all swelled, says the other, as if I had a Dropsy; Best of All quoth the Doctor, and goes his Way. Soon after This comes one of the Sick Man's Friends to him with the same Question, how he felt himself; why truly so Well, says he, that I am even ready to die, of I know not how many Good Signs and Tokens.  

The MORAL.  
A Death bed Flattery is the Worst of Treacheries   

REFLECTION.  
THIS gives us to Understand the Practice of the World, and that Flattery and Time-serving Enters into the most Solemn Offices of Mankind To Flatter Foolish Men into a Hope of Life where there is None at all, is much the same Thing with Betraying people into an Opinion, that they are in a Virtuous, and a Happy State, when they are Over-run with Passion, and drowned in their Lusts. The One has the same Pernicious Effect upon our Minds, that the Other has upon our Bodies; for it makes us Careless of Both. There are Certain Decencies of Form, and Civility, 'tis true, that purely regard Matters of Conversation, and Good Manners; And These Respects ought to be preserved; But Ceremonies of Mode and compliment, are mightily out of Season, when Life and Salvation come to be at Stake.  
It falls under the Prospect of the same Topique, to Consider, that Kingdoms and commonwealths have their Distempers, Intermissions, and Paroxisms, as well as Natural Bodies. And that a Glavering council is as Dangerous on the One hand, as a Wheedling Priest, or a Flattering Physician is on the Other. There is hardly such Another Pest in a Community, as a Consort of Parasites, that feed governors with False Representations and Reports of Men and of Things. They First Betray their Masters to Dishonour, and ruin; and then when they find the Vessel Sinking, Save themselves in the Long Boat. So much the Better, quoth the Doctor: Ay, Ay, (says the Empirical Statesman) That's as we'd have it. When at the same time the Distemper is as Mortal to the Government, on the One hand, as to the Patient on the Other.    

FAB. XCVI. A Fowler and a blackbird.  
AS a Fowler was Bending his Net, a blackbird called to him at a distance, and asked him what he was a doing. Why says he, I am laying the Foundations of a City; and so the Birdman drew out of Sight. The blackbird Mistrusting Nothing, flew presently to the Bait in the Net, and was taken; and as the Man came running to lay hold of her; Friend, says the Poor blackbird, If This be Your Way of Building, You'll have but Few Inhabitants.  

The MORAL.  
There is no shame so Gross, but it will pass upon a Weak Man that is Pragmatical, and Inquisitive.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Intimate, that where Rulers lay Snares, deal Falsely, and Exercise Cruelty, All goes to Wrack both public and Private. All Frauds are covered and Gilded over with Specious Pretences, and Men are Every jot as Easily imposed upon, as Birds, Beasts, or Fishes; while the Eagerness of our Appetites Suspends the Exercise of our Reason. A Treat, a Woman, or a Bottle, is the same Thing to Us, that a Worm, a Gudgeon, a Grain of Corn, or a piece of Raw Flesh is to Those Animals. We Snap at the Bait without ever Dreaming of the Hook, the Trap, or the Snare that goes Along with it. Now what's the Difference betwixt Aesop's Pretext here for the Building of a City, and the Cheats that we have heard of, the Saving of a City. The Design was Destruction in Both, and That was for the Event on't too. Religion, Liberty and Property were the Bait: Nay the very Sound of the Words did the business. The Common People will Chop like trout at an Artificial Fly, and Dare like Larks under the Awe of a Painted Hobby. 'Tis with Men, just as 'tis with Birds and Fishes, There's not a Mortal of us that will not by't at some Bait or other, and we are caught as Sillily too, as the Bird was here in the Net.    

FAB. XCVII. Mercury and a Traveller.  
ONe that was just entering upon a Long Journey, took up a Fancy of putting a Trick upon Mercury. He said him a short Prayer for the Bon-Voyage, with a Promise, that the God should go half with him in whatever he found. Some body had lost a Bag of Dates and Almonds, it seems, and it was His Fortune to Find it. He fell to Work upon 'em Immediately, and when he had Eaten up the Kernels, and All that was Good of them, Himself, he laid the Stones, and the Shells upon an Altar; and desired Mercury to take Notice that he had performed his Vow. For, says he, Here are the Outsides of the One, and the Insides of the Other, and there's the Moiety I promised ye.  

The MORAL.  
Men Talk as if they believed in God, but they Live as if they thought there were None; for their very Prayers are Mockeries, and their Vows and Promises are no more than Words of Course, which they never Intended to make Good.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Reprehend the False and Covetous Humour of Those that for money and Profit, will not Stick at putting sham's even upon God Himself; profaning his Altars, and Ridiculing his very Omniscience and Power, Here's the Wickedness of a Libertine Naturally enough set forth, only the Punishment is Wanting that should have Completed the Moral. What Opinion have These Religious Banterers, of the Divine Power and Justice? Or what have they to say for themselves in This Audacious Habit of Mockery and Contempt; but that they Believe in their Hearts that there is No God? Not but that more or less, we are all Jugglers in Secret betwixt Heaven, and our Own Souls: Only they Cover and Meditate Abuses under the Masque and Pretence of Conscience, and Religion; and make God Almighty Privy to a Thousand False and Cozening Contrivances, that we keep as the Greatest Privacies in the World, from the Knowledge of our Neighbours. Nay, when we are Most in Earnest, our Vows and Promises are more than Half Broken in the very making of them; and if we can but secure ourselves a Retreat, by some Cleanly Evasion, Distinction, or Mental Reservation, it serves our Purpose even as Well as if it were a Casuistical Resolution. In One Word, we find the Moral of Mercury and the Traveller in the very Secrets of our Hearts, betwixt Heaven, and our own Souls.    

FAB. CXVIII. A Boy and his Mother.  
A schoolboy brought his Mother a Book that he had stolen from One of his Fellows. She was so far from Correcting him for't, that she rather encouraged him. As he grew Bigger, he would be still keeping his hand in Ure with somewhat of Greater Value, till he came at last to be Taken in the Matter, and brought to Justice for't. His Mother went along with him to the Place of Execution, Where he got leave of the Officers, to have a Word or Two in Private with her. He put his Mouth to her Ear, and under Pretext of a Whisper, bitten it Clear off. This Impious Unnatural villainy turned Every body's Heart against him More and More. [Well Good People (says the Boy) Here You see Me an Example, both upon the Matter of Shame and of Punishment; And it is This Mother of mine that has brought me to't; for if she had but whipped me sound for the Book I stole when I was a Boy, I should never have come to the Gallows here now I'm a Man.]  

The MORAL.  
We are either Made or marred, in our Education; and Governments, as well as Private Families, are concerned in the Consequences of it.   

REFLECTION.  
WICKED Dispositions should be checked betimes; for when they come once to Habits, they grow Incurable. More People go to the Gibbet for want of Timely Instruction, Discipline, and Correction, then upon any Incurable Pravity of Nature; And it is mightily the Fault of Parents, Guardians, Tutors and Governors, that so many men Miscarry. They suffer 'em at first to Runa head, and when Perverse Inclinations are advanced once into Habits, there's No Dealing with 'em. It may seem somewhat a Hard Case for the Greater thiefs to Punish the Less, and to see public purloiners and Oppressors sit in Triumph upon the Lives of the Little Ones that go to the Gallows: For the Tye of Morality is the same upon Both; and they Stand Both Accountable to the Same Master. But Time, Power, and Corruption, give a Reputation to the Worst of Practices, and it is no longer Oppression when it comes Gilded with the Name of Authority. This Unequal, and Unreasonable judgement of Things, brings many a Great Man to the Stool of Repentance; for when he has swallowed more than he can Digest, it sticks upon his Conscience, and will neither Up, nor Down. Now in the Sight of Heaven, the Greater the Temptation, the Less is the Sin; and yet in the Vogue of the World, it passes for an Exploit of Honour, for Kings and States to run away with Whole Countries that they have no Colour, or Pretence to; when many a poor Devil stands condemned to a Halter, or a Whipping-Post, for the Pilfering of a Silver-Spoon perhaps, or the Robbing of a Hen-Roost: Though the Former, all this While, has No Better Title to what he takes, than the Latter; and yet to see what a deal of Fulsome Flattery, and Panegyrique we have, upon the Glorious achievements of the One; and only some Smithfield Ballad perchance, or a Sabbath-Breaking Speech, or Confession, to Embalm the Memory of the Other. To be Short, and Plain; the Offence before God, is at least as Great in a Prince, as in a beggar, and the Morality of a Careful Education holds alike in Both. 'Twas the mother's sparing the Rod at first, that brought the Child, at the Long Run, to the Halter.    

FAB. XCIX. A Shepherd turned Merchant.  
A Countryman was Feeding his Flock by the seaside, and it was so Delicate a Fine Day, that the Smoothness of the Water Tempted him to leave his shepherd's Business, and set up for a Merchant. So that in All Hast, he puts off his Stock; Buys a Bargain of Figs; gets his Freight aboard, and away presently to Sea. It happened to be very Foul wether: So that the Mariners were fain to Cast their Whole Lading overboard, to save Themselves and the Vessel. Upon This Miscarriage, our New Merchant-Adventurer betook himself to his Old Trade again; And it happened One Day, as he was Tending his Sheep upon the very same Coast, to be Just such a Flattering Tempting Sea again, as That which had betrayed him Before. Yes, yes, says he, When the Devil's Blind! You'd ha' some more Figs, with a Vengeance, would ye?  

The MORAL.  
Men may be happy in all Estates if they will but suit their Minds to their Condition. A Shepherd may be as Easy in a Cottage, as a Prince in a Palace, with a Mind Suited to his Station; but if they will be Launching out into Trade, or business that they do not understand, they have nothing left them to trust to when they are once bewildered, but the Hope of some Kind Providence to put them in the Right Way Home again.   

REFLECTION.  
AFFLICTION makes People Honest and Wise. Every Man Living has his Weak Side, and no Mortal was ever yet so much at Ease, but his Shoe Wrung him some where or Other; or he fancied so at least, and Then it did so. The Shepherd would needs be a Merchant; and the Merchant, if he had succeeded would still have been Hankering after something else. His Levity was a Fault, and his Miscarriage was a judgement upon him for't. The saving of his Person after the Loss of his Goods was a Providential Mercy to him; and the bringing of Him home to Himself again, was to Convince him of his Error, and to show him, that he was well at First, if he could have kept so. He was in a State of Ease, Peace, Innocence. and Safety: And he that will Sacrifice all Those Blessings to a Restless Appetite, deserves to be Miserable. Our Shepherd's Case, in short here, is every Man's Case that Quits a Moral Certainty for an Uncertainty, and Leaps from the Honest business he was brought up to, into a Trade he has no Skill in.    

FAB. C. An Old Man and a lion.  
A Person of Quality dreamt one Night that he saw a lion Kill his only Son: Who was, it seems, a Generous Cavalier, and a Great Lover of the chase. This fancy ran in the Father's Head, to that Degree, that he Built his Son a House of Pleasure, on purpose to keep him out of Harms Way; and spared neither Art nor Cost to make it a Delicious retreat. This House, in short, was to be the Young Man's Prison, and the Father made himself his Keeper. There were a World of Paintings Every where up and down, and among the Rest, there was the Picture of a lion; which stirred the blood of the Young Man, for the Dream sake, and to think that he should now be a Slave for the fancy of such a Beast. In this Indignation he made a Blow at the Picture; but Striking his Fist upon the Point of a nail in the Wall, His Hand Cancerated; he fell into a Fever, and soon after died on't: So that all the Father's Precaution could not Secure the Son from the Fatality of Dying by a lion.  

The MORAL.  
A Body may as well lay too Little as too much Stress upon a dream; for some dreams are Monitory, as Others are only Complexional; but upon the Main, the Less we Heed them the Better; for when that freak has once taken Possession of a Fantastical Head, the Distemper is Incurable.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS to no Purpose to think of Preventing, or Diverting Fatalities: Especially where the Event looks like the Punishment of a Superstition: as it fares with Those that Govern their Lives by Forebodings and dreams: or the Signs of Ill Luck, as we use to say: They are still Anxious and uneasy, History is full of Examples to Illustrate the Doctrine of This Fable. The Father was to blame for laying so much Stress upon a Foolish Dream, and the Son was Little less to Blame, for being so much Transported at the Impression of That Fancy upon the Father: But they were Both Justly Punished however, The One for his Passion, and the Other for his Superstition.    

FAB. CI. A Fox that lost his tail.  
THere was a Fox taken in a Trap, that was glad to Compound for his Neck by leaving his tail behind him. It was so Uncouth a Sight, for a Fox to appear without a tail, that the very Thought on't made him even Weary of his Life; for 'twas a Loss never to be repaired: But however for the Better Countenance of the Scandal, he got the Master and Wardens of the fox's Company to call a Court of Assistants, where he himself appeared, and made a Learned Discourse upon the Trouble, the Uselessness, and the Indecency of Foxes Wearing tails. He had no sooner said out his Say, but up rises a Cunning Snap, then at the board, who desired to be informed, whether the Worthy Member that moved against the Wearing of tails, gave his Advice for the Advantage of Those that Had tails, or to Palliate the Deformity and Disgrace of Those that had None.  

The MORAL.  
When a Man has any Notable Defect, or Infirmity about him, whether by Nature, or by Chance, 'tis the Best of his Play, to try the humour, if he can turn it into a Fashion.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS the way of the World to give Other People council for their Own Ends. Paradoxing is of Great Use and Service in many Encounters and Accidents that we meet withal in the World; but the Faculty must be so Tenderly managed, as not to Grate upon the Truth, and Reason of Things: And it is of Great Effect, if it can but give some Colour of Probability to the Matter in Question. Nay there's a Pleasure in the very trial of Wits; but when This talon is employed upon the Topique of Convenience, and Profit; It is a wonderful Force that it has upon the Affections of the Common People. The Fox carried it as far as 'twould go; but he had too Hard a Task on't, to overrule a Multitude to their Own Pain and Loss.  
We may Emprove a Doctrine from This, that Every Man has his Weak Side, either by Mischance, or by Nature; and that he makes it his business to Cover it too, the Best he can. In case of the Worst, it is some sort of Ease to have Company in our Misfortunes. It puts a Body out of Countenance to be in a Fashion by Himself, and therefore the Fox did well to Try if he could bring his Fellow Foxes to put themselves into His Mode. When we have carried a Point as far as it will go, and can make no more on't, 'tis a Stroke of Art and Philosophy, to look as if we did not so much as Wish for a Thing that is not to be Had. Every Man's Present Condition has somewhat to be said for't: If it be Uneasy, the Skill will be, either how to Mend it, or how to bear it: But then there must be no Clashing with the Methods, the Decrees, and the Laws of Nature. A Man that has Forfeited his Honour and his Conscience, seems to be much in the Condition of the Fox here that had lost his tail, and takes as much pains too, to persuade All his Companions to follow his Fashion. He lays down his Arguments, and gives his REASONS, Nay, and he endeavours to Prove it by Scripture too, that Men, in such a Case, aught to go to Old Nick for Company. We are to Consider here, that the Devils have their Traps as well as the Woodmen, and that it is the Case of many a Lawyer and Divine, when they come once to be hampered, to rub off as well as they can, though they Leave their Consciences behind them, as the Fox did his tail, and then Preach up the Blessed Doctrine and Convenience of No Consciences, as well as No tails.    

FAB. CII. A Fox and a Bramble.  
A Fox that was close pursued, took a Hedge, The Bushes gave way, and in Catching hold of a Bramble to break his Fall, the Prickles ran into his Feet. Upon This, he laid himself down, and fell to Licking his Paws, with Bitter Exclamations against the Bramble. Good Words, Reynard, says the Bramble, One would have thought you had known Better Things, then to Expect a Kindness from a Common Enemy, and to lay hold on That for Relief, that Catches at Every Thing else for mischief.  

The MORAL.  
There are some Malicious Natures that Place all their Delight in doing Ill Turns, and That Man is hard put to't, that is first brought into a Distress, and then forced to Fly to such People for Relief.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Great Folly to Fly for Protection to People that Naturally Delight in Mischief. The Fox Blames the Bramble here, but he may Thank Himself. They that make themselves the Common Enemies of Mankind, by Breaking All the Measures of Good Faith, Truth, and Peace, and by lying in wait for Innocent blood, let them Turn their Heads which way they will, they shall be sure of an Enemy in the Face of them: Nay they meet with their Punishment, where they look for Safety, and which way soever they go, Divine Justice either Meets them, or Pursues them. The Foxes Charging his Misfortune here upon the Bramble, is the very Case and Practice of Wicked Men, that Snarle at the Instruments, without so much as Thinking of the Providence. But the Bramble did only according to its Nature, and Consequently was not to Blame.    

FAB. CIII. A Fox and a Crocodile.  
THere happened a Contest betwixt a Fox and a Crocodile, upon the Point of blood and Extraction. The Crocodile amplified Wonderfully upon his Family, for the Credit of his Ancestors. Friend (says the Fox, smiling upon't) there will need no Herald to Prove your Gentility; for you carry the Marks of Your Original in Your very Skin.  

The MORAL.  
Great Boasters and liars have the Fortune still some way or other to Disprove themselves.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are some Falsities so Bold and Notorious, that they carry their Contradictions in the very Reason and Presumption of the Matter, without any other Evidence.    

FAB. CIV. A Fox and Huntsmen.  
A Fox that had been Hard-run, begged of a Countryman that he saw at Work in a Wood, to help him to some Hiding-Place. The Man Directed him to his Cottage, and thither he went. He was no sooner got in, but the Huntsmen were presently at the Heels of him, and asked the Cottager if he did not see a Fox That Way? No truly, says he, I saw None; but Pointed at the same time with his Finger to the Place where he lay. The Huntsmen did not take the Hint, it seems; but the Fox spied him, it seems, through a Peeping Hole he had found out to see what News: so the Fox-Hunters went their Way, and then Out steals the Fox, without One Word speaking. Why how now, says the Man, Han't ye the Manners to take leave of your Host before you go? Yes, yes, says the Fox; If you had been as Honest of your Fingers, as you were of your Tongue, I should not have gone without bidding ye Farewell.  

The MORAL.  
A Man may tell a lie by Signs, as well as in Words at length, and his Conscience is as Answerable for his Fingers, as for his Tongue.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No Trusting of Those that Say One Thing, and Do Another, Especially if they follow Fair Words with Foul Deeds. Here's a Case of Honour, and of Conscience, Both in One, upon the Matter of Hospitality, and of Trust. The Laws of Hospitality are Sacred on the One Side, and so are the Duties we own to our Country on the Other. If we Consider the Trust, Faith must not be Broken; If the Common Enemy, his council is not to be kept. The woodman did as good as Tacitly promise the Fox a Sanctuary; but not being Sui juris, he promised more than he could Warrantably Perform; for a Subsequent Promise to conceal the Fox could not Discharge him of a Prior Obligation to Destroy him. 'Tis true, it would have been more Generous to have done't at first, and while he had as yet No Colour of any Tye of Honour upon him to Preserve him. The Fox begged for Protection, which he had No Reason to Expect. First it was upon Force, and Necessity, not Choice. Secondly, It was at his own Peril, without any Conditions for his own Security. Thirdly, He Committed himself to the Mercy of a Man that was bound to Kill him. Fourthly, The very Address was scandalous; for he must needs have an Ill Opinion of the Countryman, so much as to Imagine that He could be Wrought upon to Betray his Country for the sake of a Beast. But let the Rest be as it will, there's no Excuse for the Woodman's Double Dealing.    

FAB. CV. A Man and a Wooden God.  
A Man that had a Great Veneration for an Image he had in his House, found, that the more he prayed to't to Prosper him in the World, the More he went down the Wind still. This put him into such a Rage, to lie Dogging at his Prayers so much, and so Long, to so Little Purpose, that at last he dashed the Head on't to pieces against the Wall; and Out comes a Considerable Quantity of Gold. Why This 'tis, says he, to Adore a Perverse and Insensible Deity, that will do More for blows than for Worship.  

The MORAL.  
Most People, Clergy as well as Laity, Accommodate their Religion to their Profit, and reckon that to be the best Church that there's most to be got by.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable runs better in the Humour, than it does in the Moral. It lays before us the Unprofitable Vanity of a False Worship, and gives us to Understand, that the more zealous we are in a Wrong Way, the Worse. An Idol is an Abomination in the sight both of God, and of Good Men; and yet we are so to Govern ourselves, even in the Transports of That Abhorrence, as still to Preserve a Reverence for Religion itself, in the very Indignation we Express for the Corruptions of it. So that the licence of this Buffoon went a little too far perhaps, for there must be No Playing with Things Sacred, nor Jesting, as we say, with Edge Tools. We have the Moral of this abandoned Libertine up and down the World in a Thousand Several Shapes. All People that Worship for Fear, Profit, or some other By End, fall More or Less within the Intendment of this Emblem. It is a kind of a Conditional Devotion for Men to be Religious no longer than they can Save, or Get by't. Put forth thy Hand now (says the Devil to the Almighty in the Case of job) and Touch All that he hath, and he will Curse thee to thy Face. This Good Man Lost All, and, for an Example of Patience and Resignation to Future Ages. The Lord gave (says he) and the Lord hath Taken away, Blessed be the Name of the Lord. Here was No Dashing of the Two Tables one against the Other, for an Office, or an Egg at Easter, as the Fellow served his Idol here. The Whole sum of the Moral is in short, comprised in the Old Saying: He that serves God for money, will serve the Devil for Better Wages.    

FAB? Cvi A Dog Invited to Supper.  
A Gentleman Invited a Friend to Supper with him, and the Gentleman's Dog was so well Bred as to Invite the Friends Dog to come for Company. The Dog came at his Hour, and into the kitchen he went, to see what Good Cheer was toward: But as he was there, Wagging his tail, and Licking his Lips, at the thought of what a meal he was like to make on't, the Roguy Cook got Slyly behind him, and spoiled the Jest. He took him up by the tail at Unawares, and after a Turn or Two in the Air, fling him out of the Window. So soon as ever the Poor Devil had recovered the Squelch, away he Scampers, Bawling like Mad, with I know not how many prick-eared curs at the Heels of him, to know how he liked his welcome. Why truly, says he, they have given me as much Drink, as my Skin will hold; and it has made me so lightheaded, I could not find the Right Way out of the House again.  

The MORAL.  
Love Me, Love my Dog, says the old Proverb, and there's somewhat of Good Manners, as well as of Good Nature in't; for there are certain Decencies of Respect due to the Servant for the Master's sake.   

REFLECTION.  
IT looks well among Friends, when Masters and Servants are all of a piece. The Dog invites his Guest, and the Cook throws him out of the Window, and in so doing, the Man showed himself the Arranter cur of the Two; for it was against Hospitality and Good Manners so to do. There is a Duty of Tenderness and Good Nature, even toward Those Animals: But when it came to the Worst at last, the Dog had the Wit, we see, to make the Best of a Bad Game. Though 'twas an unmannerly, and an ill-natured frolic of the Cook all this while; for the Ill Usage of a Servant is some sort of Affront to his Master.    

FAB. CVII. An Eagle and a Man.  
A Man took an Eagle, Pelted her Wings, and put her among his Hens. Somebody came and bought This Eagle, and presently New feathered her. She made a Flight at a Hare, trussed it, and brought it to her Benefactor. A Fox perceiving This, came and gave the Man a piece of Good council. Have a care, says Reynard, of putting too much Confidence in This Eagle; for she'll go near, one time or other else, to take You for a Hare. Upon This Advice the Man plumed the Eagle once again.  

The MORAL.  
Persons and Humours may be jumbled and disguised, but Nature is like Quicksilver, that will never be killed.   

REFLECTION.  
BIRDS of Prey will be Birds of Prey still, at what rate soever you treat 'em. So that there's no Trusting of them: For when they have no longer a Power to do Mischief, the Will yet Remains. Here's a forced Moral for a forced Fable: For the Fancy of it is against Nature, and the Fiction does not consist with itself. Now to My Thinking This Application of it lies the Fairer of the Two, i, e. That the Gratitude of the Eagle, in bringing the Hare to her Master, may serve to show us, that the Wildest and Fiercest of Creatures may be sweetened, and reclaimed by Benefits.    

FAB. CVIII. A Father and Sons.  
A Countryman that lived handsomely in the World Himself upon his Honest Labour and Industry, was desirous his Sons should do so After Tim; and being now upon his deathbed: [My Dear Children (says he) I reckon myself Bound to tell you before I depart, that there is a Considerable Treasure Hid in my Vineyard. Wherefore pray be sure to Dig, and search Narrowly for't when I am gone. The Father dies, and the Sons fall immediately to Work upon the Vineyard. They turned it up over and over, and not one Penny of money to be found there; but the Profit of the Next Vintage Expounded the Riddle.  

The MORAL.  
Good council is the Best Legacy a Father can leave to a Child, and it is still the Better, when it is so wrapped up, as to Beget a Curiosity as well as an Inclination to follow it.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No Wealth like That which comes by the Blessing of God upon Honest Labour and Warrantable Industry. Here's an Incitement to an Industrious Course of Life, by a Consideration of the Profit, the Innocence and the Virtue, of such an Application. There is one Great Comfort in Hand, beside the Hope and Assurance of more to come. The very Exercise procures us Health, and Consequently All the Pleasures and Satisfactions that Attend it. We have the Delight of Seeing and Reaping the Fruit of our own Labour, and the Inward Joy of Contemplating the Benedictions of Another World, that shall be superadded to the Advantages of This. Aesop very well understood, that Naked Lessons and Precepts, have Nothing the Force that Images and Parables have, upon our Minds and Affections: Beside, that the very Study to Unriddle a Mystery, furnishes the Memory with more Tokens to Remember it by. A Tale in Emblem sinks Deeper, where the Life and Spirit of it is Insinuated by a kind of bias and surprise. It was a Touch of Art in the Father to Cover his Meaning in such a manner, as to Create a Curiosity, and an Earnest Desire in his Sons to find it out. And it was also a triple Advantage to them besides; for there was, I say, Health in the Exercise, Profit in the Discovery, and the Comfort of a Good Conscience in Discharging the Duty of a Filial Obedience.    

FAB. CIX. A Fisherman and his Pipe.  
A Fisherman that understood Piping better than Netting, set himself down upon the Side of a River, and touched his Flute, but not a Fish came near him. Upon This, he laid down his Pipe and Cast his Net, which brought him up a very Great Draught. The Fish fell a Frisking in the Net, and the Fisherman observing it. What sots, are These (says he) that would not Dance when I played to 'em, and will be Dancing now without music!  

The MORAL.  
There are Certain Rules and Methods for the Doing of All Things in This World; and therefore let Every Man stick to the business he Understands, and was brought up to, without making One Profession Interfere with Another.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE is a Proper Time and Season for Every Thing; and Nothing can be more Ridiculous than the Doing of Things without a Due Regard to the Circumstances of Persons, Proportion, Time and Place.    

FAB. CX. A Fisherman's Good Luck.  
A Fisherman had been a Long while at work without Catching any thing, and so in Great Trouble and Despair, he resolved to take up his Tackle, and be gone: But in That very Instant a Great Fish Leapt into the Boat, and by this Providence he made a Tolerable Day on't.  

The MORAL.  
Patience, Constancy, and Perseverance, in an Honest Cause and Duty, can never fail of a Happy End, One way or Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THAT which We commonly call Good Fortune, is properly, Providence, and when Matters succeed Better with us by Accident, than we could pretend to, by Skill; We ought to Ascribe it to the Divine Goodness, as a Blessing upon Industry. It is Every man's Duty to Labour in his Calling, and not to Despond, for any Miscarriages or Disappointments, that were not in his own Power to Prevent. Faith, Hope, and Patience Overcome All things, and Virtue can never fail of a Reward in the Conclusion. What was it but This Constancy and Resignation, that Kept the Hearts of the Poor Cavaliers from Breaking, in the Tedious Interval of that bloody Revolution from Forty to Sixty; till at last, the banished, and the Persecuted Son of a Royal Martyr, was in God's Good time brought back again, and placed upon the Throne of his Ancestors, which crowned the Sufferings of All his Loyal Subjects. The Fisherman's Waiting in his Calling, bids us Persevere in our Duties, and the Lucky Hit he had in the Conclusion, tells us that Honest endeavours will not fail of a Reward.    

FAB. CXI. Large Promises.  
THere was a Poor Sick Man, that according to the Course of the World, when Physicians had given him over, betook himself to his Prayers, and vowed a Sacrifice of a Thousand Oxen ready down upon the Nail, to either Apollo, or Aesculapius, which of the Two would Deliver him from This Disease. Ah my Dear, (says his Wife) Have a care what You Promise? for where would you have These Oxen if you should Recover. Sweet Heart (says he) thou talk'st like a Fool. Have the Gods Nothing else to do, dost think, then to leave their business, and come down to Sue me in an Action of Debt? They restored him however for That Bout, to make trial of his Honesty and Good Faith. He was no sooner up, but for want of Living Oxen, he made out his Number upon Past, and offered them up in Form upon an Altar. For this Mockery, Divine Vengeance pursued him, and he had an Apparition came to him in a Dream, that bade him go and Search in such a Place near the Coast, and he should find a Considerable Treasure; Away he went, and as he was looking for the money fell into the Hands of pirates. He begged hard for his Liberty, and offered a Thousand Talents of Gold for his ransom; but they would not Trust him, and so he was carried away, and sold afterwards as a Slave for as many Groats.  

The MORAL.  

The devil was Sick, the devil a Monk would be;  
The devil was Well, the devil a Monk was herald    

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable applies itself to Those that Promise more in their Adversity than they either intent, or are Able to make good in their Prosperity; but they must not think to bring themselves off at last with a Conceit; for in the Sight of God, an Equivocating Juggling shame, is as much as a Gross, Downright Lye.  
'Tis the Practice of the World for People in Distress to serve God and Man, in Several Respects, both Alike; That is to say, when they lie under any Heavy Affliction, or Propose to themselves any Considerable Advantage, and find they have Need of another's Help; how do they Beg, Vow, Promise, solicit, Swear, Sign and Seal and yet Conscious to Themselves all this while, that they neither intent nor are able to make One Article Good? Wickedness comes on by Degrees, as well as Virtue; and Sudden Leaps from One Extreme to Another, are Unnatural Motions in the Course of our Lives and Humours. Here's first a Rash, and a Knavish Promise; for the Promiser knew he was not able to make it Good. When he has broken the Ice, he Advances, from Cozening of God, to making Sport with him, and pays him with Past for Flesh: But Vengeance Overtook him in the Conclusion, and gave him to Understand, that God will not be Mocked. The Moral of This Sick Man is the Case of Every Soul of us in the Making, and the Breaking of our Vows.    

FAB. CXII. Fishermen Disappointed.  
SOme Fishermen that had been Out a Whole Day with a Drag-Net, and Caught Nothing, had a Draught toward the Evening, that came home very Heavy, which put 'em in hope of a Sturgeon at least, but upon bringing the Net ashore, it proved to be Only One Great Stone, and a few Little Fishes. Upon This Disappointment they were Down in the Mouth again; but says One of the Company that was a Little Graver than the Rest, You are to Consider, my Masters, that Joy and Sorrow are Two Sisters that follow One Another by Turns.  

The MORAL.  
All Our Purchases in This World are but the Catching of a Tartar, as we say, but it is some Comfort yet to Consider, that when Things are at the Worst they'll Mend.   

REFLECTION.  
HOPES and Disappointments are the Entertainment of Humane Life: The One serves to keep us from Presumption, the Other from Despair. The Fisherman's Case in the Fable is many a man's Case in the World; as with a Wife for the Purpose, with an Office, with an Estate, with a Court-Commission: He's sayn to Tug Hard for't before he can Catch it, and Measures the Blessing all the while by the Difficulty of Obtaining it. And what's the Purchase at last when he comes to Cast up his Account but Great Stones and Little Fishes? His only Comfort is, That This World will not Last always; and that Good Luck, and Bad Luck take their Turns.    

FAB. CXIII. Death and an Old Man.  
AN Old Man that had travelled a Great Way under a Huge Burden of Sticks, found himself so Weary, that he Cast it Down, and called upon Death to Deliver him from a more Miserable Life. Death came presently at his Call, and Asked him his business. Pray Good Sir, says he, Do me but the favour to Help me up with my Burden again.  

The MORAL.  
Men call upon Death, as they Do upon the Devil: When he comes they're afraid of him.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Matter of Custom, and in Passion, rather than in Earnest, that Men in Pain and Misery are so ready to call for Death: For when he comes, they are afraid of him. It may be said to be the Motto of Humane Nature, rather to Suffer then to die, though 'tis Good however to be always ready for That which Must come at Last. The Doctrine is This, That Skin, and All that a man has will he give for his Life. We are apt to Pick Quarrels with the World for Every Little Foolery. Oh that I were even in in my Grave, cries my Lady. My Pretty Pearl is Dead. Never did any thing go so near my Heart, I Praise the Lord for't. Pray Madam Bethink yourself; says a Good Woman to her upon a Condoling Visit. Why you have outlived the Loss of a most Excellent Husband. Ay Madam, says the sorrowful Widow: But the Lord may send me such Another Husband; I shall never have such Another Dog. Every Trivial Cross makes us think we are Weary of the World; but our Tongues run quite to Another Tune when we come once to parting with it in Earnest. Then, 'tis Call the Doctor, apothecary, Surgeon; Purge, Flux, lance, Burn, Saw: I'll Endure Any thing in This World, if you can but keep Life and Soul together. When it comes to That once, 'tis not Help me Off with my Burden, but Help me Up with it.    

FAB. CXIV. A Doctor and Patient with Sore Eyes.  
A Physician Undertakes a Woman with Sore Eyes, upon the the Terms of No Cure No Mony. His Way was to Dawbney 'em quite up with ointments, and while she was in That Pickle, to carry of a Spoon or a Porringer, or somewhat or Other at the End of his Visit. The woman's Eyes Mended, and still as she came More and More to herself again, there was Every Day less and less left in the House to be seen. The Doctor came to her at last, and told her; Mistress, says he, I have discharged my 〈◊〉 Your Eyes are Perfectly Well again, and pray let me be paid now according to Our Agreement. Alas, Sir says she, I'm a Great deal Worse than I was the First Minute you undertaken me; for I could see Plate, hang, Paintings, and Other Goods of Value about my House, till You had the Ordering of me; but I am now brought to such a Pass, that I can see nothing at all.  

The MORAL.  
There are Few Good Offices done for Other People, which the Benefactor does not hope to be the Better for Himself.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fancy is Half Knavery, Half Humour, and the doctor's Part in't is no more than according to the Common Practice of the World, in Law, as well as in physic, when People make the Remedy Worse than the Disease; as when a Man spends the Fee Simple of an Estate in a Contest for the Title. The Barber that picked a gentleman's Pocket while he was Washing of his Face, Wrote after This Copy. The Moral holds forth This Matter of Advice to us, not to Contract any Obligations Rashly; for Good Offices in course are rather Baits, and Snares, than Benefits; and there are some Certain People, that a Sober Man would not Venture the being Beholden to. The Poor Woman here, had her Jest for her householdstuff; and the Vain Satisfaction of Paying her Physician with a Conceit for his Mony. It Minds me of the Orator that was to Teach a Young Man rhetoric, on Condition of Double Pay upon the Perfecting of him in his Profession, and not a Penny before; The Master followed his Scholar Close, and came to him at last for his money, according to the Bargain: The Young Fellow begged him over and over to Forbear it a while, but could not Prevail. He told him Then, that there was nothing Due to him; for if rhetoric be (as you say) the Art or Power of Persuasion; and if I cannot prevail with you to forbear Your money, I am not Master of my Trade yet. This was the Woman's Way of Reasoning with the Physician. The Dr. would have his money for the Curing of her Eyes, and the Woman shuffled it off that she was not cured, for she could see Nothing at all, which was One Fallacy upon Another.    

FAB. CXV. A Cat and Mice.  
THere was a House Mightily troubled with Mice, and a Notable Cat there was, that Time after Time had picked up so Many of 'em, that they agreed among themselves to keep above in the ceiling; for they found that upon the Plain Floor there was No Living for 'em. This spoiled Pusses Sport, unless she could find a way to Trepan them Down again. So she Leapt up to a Pin that was driven into the Wall, and there Hung like a polecat in a Warren, to Amuse them. The Mice took Notice of it, and One Wiser than the rest Stretched out his Neck to learn the Truth of the Matter, and so soon as ever he found how 'twas. Ah, says he, You may Hang there till Your Heart aches; for if you were but a Dish-Clout, as you are a Counterfeiting-Devil of a Cat, here's not a Creature will come Near ye.  

The MORAL.  
Let no man lay himself at the Mercy of a known Enemy, under any show, or Pretence Whatsoever; for he forfeits his Discretion, even though he should happen to Save his carcase, and his Fortune.   

REFLECTION.  
WHAT we cannot Compass by Force, must be Attempted by Invention, and Address, but then on the Other hand, in All Cases of Hazzard, Things would be well weighed and examined before we Trust. This Fable is the Fiction of a Case not Altogether Incredible. 'Tis a Common Thing for an Old Jade to Counterfeit Lame, for fear of Hard Riding: for a Duck to run Flapping and Fluttering away, as if she were maimed, to carry People from her Young: as there's a Story of a Fox that was Hard Hunted, and Hung himself up by the Teeth in a Warren among the Vermin to put the Dogs to a Loss. Without any more Words, Twenty Instances might be given to show how near That which we call Impulse, or Instinct, comes to Reason: For the Cat's Policy was no Other in truth, then That we call Sleeping dogsleep: And there was the very same forethought, and Design in't too, which in a Construction of Law and Equity passes for Malice Prepense.    

FAB. CXVI. An Ape and a Fox.  
UPon the Decease of a lion of Late Famous Memory, the Beasts Met in council to choose a King. There were Several Put up; but One was not of a Make for a King, Another Wanted either Brains, or Strength, or Stature, or Humour, or something else; but in fine, the Buffoon-Ape with his Grimaces and gambols, carried it from the Whole Field by I know not how many Voices. The Fox (being one of the Pretenders) stomached it Extremely to see the Choice go against him, and presently Rounds the New-Elect in the Ear, with a piece of Secret Service that he could do him. Sir, says he, I have discovered some Hidden Treasure Yonder: But 'tis a Royalty that belongs to Your Majesty, and I have nothing to do with it. So he carried the Ape to take Possession: And what should This Treasure be, but a bait in a Ditch. The Ape lays his Hand upon't, and the Trap springs and Catches him by the Fingers. Ah thou Perfidious Wretch, cries the Ape! Or thou simple Prince, rather, replies the Fox. You a governor of Others, with a Vengeance, that han't Wit enough to look to your own Fingers.  

The MORAL.  
Governor's should be Men of Business rather than Pleasure. There's One Great Folly in Making an Ill Choice of a Ruler, and Another in the Acceptance of it; for it Exposes Authority to Scorn.   

REFLECTION.  
RASHNESS, and Want of Consideration, is ever Unfortunate. Men should not take a Charge upon them that they are not Fit for; as if Singing, Dancing, and showing of Tricks, were Qualifications for a Governor. Baudoin says, that This Fable, shows not only the Envy and Malignity of the Fox; but the Imprudence of the Electors in the Choice of Ministers and Officers, that are not made for business. Here's first an Ape made a King, for showing Tricks, and making Fools Faces; And the Fox is then to put a slur upon him, in Exposing him for Sport, to the Scorn of the People.  
Here's an Ape chosen King, in Succession to a lion; which stands for a Short, and a Plain Representation of the Best and the Worst of Governments under the Dignity of the One, and the Indignity of the Other. It sets forth the Case and Unhappiness of Elective Kingdoms, where canvasing and Faction has commonly too great a hand in the Election. Nor is there any Wonder, to see Drolls and Tumblers advanced to Charges of honour and Profit, where Ignorance and Popularity sways the Choice: And nothing so fit as an Ape, for a Commission of State, where a Gambole, or a Grimace passes for a Qualifying Title to the Exercise of Power.  
It is no Wonder again, where People are so Mistaken in the Faculties and Capacities of Government, that they depart also from the Veneration that's due to't; and when the Main Ends of it shall come to be Disappointed. For every jack-pudding, with Aesop's Fox here, will be Ridiculing Palpable Weaknesses, and Exposing those (almost Sacred) Imperfections, and Defects which they ought to Cover. What's a Character of honour upon the Shoulders of a Man that has neither a Soul Answerable to't, nor a True Sense of the Dignity, but a Mark set up for every Common Fool to shoot his Bolt at! When Apes are in Power, there will never want Foxes to Play upon them.    

FAB. CXVII. A Smith and his Dog.  
A Blacksmith took Notice of a Cur he had, that would be perpetually Sleeping, so long as his Master was at his Hammer; but whenever he went to Dinner, the Dog would be sure to make One. So he asked the Dog the Reason on't. What's the Meaning of it, says he, that so long as I'm at the Forge, you are still taking your Nap; but so soon as my chaps begin to Walk, yours must be Walking too for Company? There's a time to Sleep (says the Dog) and a Time to Wake; and Every thing is Well done that is done in Due Season.  

The MORAL.  
All Creatures do Naturally look to the Main Chance; that is to say, the business of Food and Propagation.   

REFLECTION.  
THAT which Men do by Reason, Beasts do by Instinct. There's No Living without Food and Rest; and Nature appoints the Season, both for the One, and for the Other. A Dog Wakes to his Dinner, as a Man that's to Travel next day, does for his journey, and his business. He lies down to Sleep with the Hour in's Head, and when the Time comes, he needs neither Clock nor Cock to call him. Custom puts Nature into a Method of Expecting, and Attending all the Offices of Life at such and such Certain Hours and Seasons, as we are used to: And there needed no more than This, to make the Master's Dining Time, the Dog's Waking Time.    

FAB. CXVIII. A Boasting Mule.  
THere was a Favourite-Mule, that was High Fed, and in the Pride of Flesh and Mettle, would still be Bragging of his Family, and his Ancestors. My Father (says he) was a Coarser, and though I say it that should not say't, I myself take after him. He had no sooner spoke the Words, but he was put to the trial of his Heels, and did not only show himself a Jade; but in the very Heat of his Ostentation, his Father fell a Braying, which Minded him of his Original, and the Whole Field made Sport on't, when they found him to be the Son of an ass.  

The MORAL.  
A Bragging Fool that's raised out of a Dunghill, and sets up for a Man of Quality, is ashamed of Nothing in This World but of his Own Father.   

REFLECTION.  
THis touches the Case of Those Mean Upstarts, that when they come once to be preferred, forget their Fathers, and have not the Wit to Consider, how soon Fortune may set them Down again where she took 'em up; but yet at last, when they come to be minded of their Original, it makes many a Proud Fool sensible of a Scandalous Extraction, that has no Shame at all for a Scandalous Life.  
'Tis hardly safe to Descant upon a Boasting Mule, in a Fable, when there are so many of his Brethren in the World, that will Take it to Themselves. Nay and Over and Above the Self-Conceited Vanity of These Brutes, there are None so forward neither, to Bespatter Men of Blood and Quality, as those that have most Reason to be ashamed of their Descent. This Pride of Pedigree is Easily run down, if there be not Power joined to the Ostentation: But where there is Authority given to the Folly, as well as to the Fool; the Indignation that it raises makes the Insolence Insupportable. Nothing dashed the Confidence of the Mule like the Braying of the ass in the very Interim, while he was Dilating upon his Genealogy. As who should say, Remember your Father, Sirrah. This comes to the Case of a Spaniard, that was Wonderfully upon the Huff about his Extraction, and would needs Prove himself of such a Family by the Spelling of his Name; a Cavalier in the Company, with whom he had the controversy, very Civilly Yielded him the Point; for (says he) I have examined the Records of a certain House of Correction, and I find your Grandfather was whipped there by That Name. We have in fine a World of Boasting Mules among us, that don't care for being Minded of their Braying Fathers: But 'tis the Fate of These vainglorious Fops to be Thus Met withal, and your Counterfeit Men of honour seldom come off Better; Wherefore let every Man look well about him before he Boasts of his Pedigree, to see if he had not an ass to his Father.    

FAB. CXIX. A Dog and a wolf.  
A wolf took a Dog napping at his master's Door, and when he was just about to Worry him, the Poor Creature begged hard, only for a Reprieve. Alas (says he) I'm as Lean at present as carrion; but we have a Wedding at our House within these Two or Three Days, that will Plump me up you shall see with Good cheer. Pray have but Patience till Then, and when I'm in a Little Better Case, Ill throw myself in the very Mouth of ye. The wolf took his Word, and so let him go; but passing some Few Days after by the same House again, he spied the Dog in the Hall, and bade him Remember his Promise. Hark ye, my Friend, says the Dog; Whenever you Catch me Asleep again, on the Wrong side of the Door, never Trouble your Head to Wait for a Wedding.  

The MORAL.  
Experience Works upon Many Brutes more than upon Some Men. They are not to be gulled twice with the same Trick; And at the Worst, a Bad Shift is Better than None.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis good to Provide against All Chances both Sleeping and Waking; for a Man cannot be too Circumspect, upon Condition on the other hand, that his Caution do not make him over-solicitous. Past Dangers make us Wiser for the Future; As the Dog, after he had been snapped at the Door, had the Wit to lie in the Hall; which tells us that a Wise Body is not to be Caught Twice by the same Snare and Trick. His Promise to the Wolf was a kind of a Dog-Case of Conscience, and the wolf played the Fool in Taking his Word, for That which he was obliged not to Perform.    

FAB. CXX. A lion and a Bull.  
IN the Days of Yore, when Bulls lived upon Mutton, there was a lion had a Design upon a Mighty Bull, and gave him a very Civil Invitation to come and Sup with him; for, says he, I have gotten a Sheep, and you must needs take Part on't. The Bull promised, and Went; but so soon as ever he saw what a Clutter there was with Huge, overgrown Pots, Pans, and Spits, away he scoured Immediately. The lion presently called after him, and asked him, Wither in such Hast? Oh, says the Bull, 'tis High Time for me to be Jogging, when I see such Preparation: for This Provision looks as if you were to have a Bull for your Supper, rather than a Mutton.  

The MORAL.  
When a Man has both an Interest and an Inclination to Betray us, there's No Trusting him.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Trusting to the Fair Words and Countenances of bloody Men: He's sure to be ruined that lays himself at the Mercy of Those that Live upon the spoil. Their very compliments are Snares; as the lion's Invitation of the Bull to Sup with him, was but the Cover of a Design he had to sup upon the Bull himself.    

FAB. CXXI. A lion in Love.  
A lion fell in Love with a Country Lass, and desired her Father's Consent to have her in Marriage. The Answer he gave was Churlish enough. He'd never Agree to't he said, upon any Terms, to Marry his Daughter to a Beast. The lion gave him a sour Look upon't, which brought the Bumkin, upon Second Thoughts, to strike up a Bargain with him, upon these Conditions; that his Teeth should be Drawn, and his nails pared; for Those were Things, he said, that the Foolish girl was Terribly afraid of. The lion sends for a Surgeon immediately to do the Work; (as what will not Love make a Body do?) And so soon as ever the Operation was Over, he goes and Challenges the Father upon his Promise. The Countryman seeing the lion disarmed, plucked up a Good Heart, and with a swingeing Cudgel so ordered the Matter, that he broke off the Match.  

The MORAL.  
An Extravagant Love Consults neither Life, Fortune, nor Reputation, but Sacrifices All that can be Dear to a Man of Sense and honour, to the Transports of an Inconsiderate Passion.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable will look well enough in the Moral, how Fantastical soever it may appear at first Blush in the Lines and Traces of it. Here's a Beast in Love with a Virgin; which is but a Reverse of the Preposterous Passions we meet with Frequently in the World, when Reasonable Creatures of Both sex's fall in love with Those, that in the Allusion may (almost without a Figure) pass for Beasts. There's Nothing so Fierce, or so Savage, but Love will Soften it; Nothing so Generous but it will Debauche it; Nothing so sharp sighted in Other Matters, but it throws a Mist before the Eyes on't. It puts the Philosopher beside his Latin; and to sum up All in a Little, where This Passion Domineers, neither Honour, nor Virtue, is able to stand before it. The lion's Parting with his Teeth, and his claws, in a compliment to his New Mistress, is no more than what we see Every Day exemplifyed in the case of making over Estates and jointures, with the Malice Prepense all this While, of holding their Noses to the Grindstone, and with the girl's Father here, of Jilting them at last.    

FAB. CXXII. A lioness and a Fox.  
A Numerous Issue passes in the World for a Blessing; and This Consideration made a Fox cast it in the Teeth of a lioness, that she brought forth but One Whelp at a time. Very Right, says the Other, but than That One is a lion.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Common Thing to Value things more by the Number, then by the Excellency of them.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are more Fools in the World then Wise Men, and more Knaves then Honest Men; so that it is not Number, but Excellency, that enhances the Value of Any thing. The most copious Writers are commonly the Arrantest scribblers; And so in much Talking, the Tongue is apt to run before the Wit: In Many Words there is Folly, but a Word in Season is like Apples of Gold in Pictures of Silver: Says the Oracle of Truth itself. And we have it from the same Authority, that our very Prayers, when they are Loud and Long, are in the Sight of Heaven no better than so much Babbling; and that they have More in them of Hypocrisy and Ostentation, then of Affection and judgement. The Great Creator of the Universe, whose single FIAT was sufficient to have made Ten Thousand Worlds in the Twinkling of an Eye, Allowed himself Six days yet for the Finishing of his Purpose: paused upon Every Days Work, considered of it, Review'd it, and pronounced it Good; and so Proceeded. Right Reason Moves, in some Proportion, by the same Steps and Degrees with This Inimitable Example: It Deliberates, Projects, Executes, weighs, and Approves. Nature does Nothing in a Huddle, and Human Prudence should Govern itself by the same Measures. A Plurality of Voices, 'tis true, carries the Question in all our Debates, but rather as an Expedient for Peace, than an Eviction of the Right; for there are Millions of Errors to One Reason, and Truth; And a Point is not so Easy to be Hit: In a Word, the Old Saying is a shrewd One; that Wise Men Propose, and Fools Determine. Take the World to pieces, and there are a thousand Sots to one Philosopher: and as many Swarms of flies to One Eagle. Lions do not come into the World by Litters.    

FAB. CXXIII. Two Cocks fight.  
TWO Cocks fought a duel for the Mastery of a Dunghill. He that was Worsted, slunk away into a Corner, and Hid himself; tother takes his Flight up to the Top of the House, and there with Crowing and Clapping of his Wings makes Proclamation of his Victory. An Eagle made a Stoop at him in the Middle of his Exultation, and carried him away. By This Accident, the Other Cock had a Good Riddance of his Rival; took Possession of the Province they Contended for, and had All his Mistresses to Himself again.  

The MORAL.  
A Wise, and a Generous Enemy will make a Modest Use of a Victory; for Fortune is Variable.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Combat of Two Cocks for a Dunghill, may be moralised by an Application of it to the Competition of the Greatest Princes, for Empire and Dominion. For what's the World more than a Mass of Dirt on the One hand, as to the Subject of the quarrel; and there's the same Thirst of Blood too, betwixt the Combatants, on the Other. We have again, the Various Chance of Warr Exhibited on Both Sides: For 'tis with Kings, as with These Cocks. He that's a Victor This Moment, may be a Slave the Next: And this Volubility of Human affairs, what is it, but either the Sport, or the judgement of Providence, in the Punishment of Arrogance and Oppression! We are given finally to Understand, that as the Levity of Fortune leaves us Nothing to Trust to, or to Presume upon, so at the same Time there's Nothing to Despair of. The Conquering Cock was Cut off in the very Song of his Triumph: and the conquered, reinstated in the Possession of his former pretences.    

FAB. CXXIV. A Fawn and a Stag.  
A Fawn was Reasoning the Matter with a Stag, why he should run away from the Dogs still; for, says he, you are Bigger and Stronger than They. If you have a Mind to stand, y'are better armed; And then y'are Fleeter if you'll Run for't. I can't Imagine what should make you so Fearful of a Company of pitiful curs. Nay, says the Stag, 'tis All True that you say, and 'tis no more than I say to myself Many Times, and yet whatever the Matter is, let me take up what Resolutions I please, when I hear the Hounds once, I cannot but betake myself to my Heels.  

The MORAL  
'Tis One thing to Know what we ought to do, and Another thing to Execute it; and to bring up our Practice to our Philosophy: He that is naturally a Coward is not to be made Valiant by council.   

REFLECTION.  
NATURAL Infirmities are well nigh Insuperable; and Men that are Cowards by Complexion, are hardly ever to be made Valiant by Discourse. But They are Conscious yet of the Scandal of that Weakness, and may make a shift perhaps to Reason themselves now and then into a kind of Temporary Resolution, which they have not the Power afterwards to go through with. We find it to be much the same Case in the Government of our Affections and Appetites, that it is in These bodily Frailties of Temperament and Complexion. Providence has armed us with Powers and Faculties, sufficient for the Confounding of All the Enemies we have to Encounter. We have Life and Death before us: That is to say, Good and Evil; And we know which is which too: Beside that it is at our Choice to Take or to Refuse. So that we understand what we ought to do; but when we come to Deliberate, we play Booty against ourselves: And while our judgements and our Consciences direct us One Way, our Corruptions Hurry us Another. This Stag, in fine, is a through Emblem of the State, and Infirmity of Mankind. We are both of us armed and Provided, either for the Combat, or for Flight. We see the Danger; we Ponder upon it; and now and then by Fits, take up some Faint Resolutions to Outbrave and break through it: But in the Conclusion, we shrink upon the trial; We betake ourselves from our Heads to our Heels; from Reason to Flesh and blood; from our Strength to our Weaknesses, and suffer under One Common Fate.    

FAB. CXXV. Jupiter and a Bee.  
A Bee made Jupiter a Present of a Pot of honey, which was so kindly Taken, that he bade her Ask what she would, and it should be Granted her. The Bee desired, that wherever she should set her Sting, it might be Mortal. Jupiter was loath to leave Mankind at the Mercy of a Little Spiteful Insect, and so bade her have a care how she killed any Body; for what Person soever she attacked, if she left her Sting behind her, it should cost her her Life.  

The MORAL.  
Spiteful Prayers are no better than Curses in a Disguise, and the Granting of them turns commonly to the Mischief of the Petitioner.   

REFLECTION:  
CRUELTY and Revenge are directly contrary to the very Nature of the Divine Goodness, and the Mischief that is designed for Other People returns commonly upon the Head of the Author.  
How many Men are there in the World, that put up as Malicious Prayers in Christian assemblies to the True God, as the Bee does to Jupiter here in the Fable! And Prayers too against their very Patrons and Masters; their Benefactors that Entertain, Feed, and Protect them. Will Heaven hear These Prayers, shall we think, (or Curses rather) and not Punish them? This Bee did not Pray for a Power to Kill, without a Previous Disposition and Design, to put that venomous Power in Execution. She had Mischief in her Heart already, and only wanted some Destructive Faculty, answerable to her Will: And so prayed to Jupiter, as Men do in many Cases to the Jehovah, for the Blessing of an Ability to Commit Murder.    

FAB. CXXVI. Wasps in a Honey-Pot.  
THere was a Whole Swarm of Wasps got into a honeypot, and there they cloyed and clammed themselves, till there was no getting Out again; which brought them to Understand in the Conclusion, that they had paid too dear for their sweetmeats.  

The MORAL.  
Lose Pleasures become Necessary to Us by the Frequent Use of them, and when they come once to be Habitual, there's no getting Clear again.   

REFLECTION.  
THESE Wasps in a honeypot are so many Sensual Men that are plunged in their Lusts and Pleasures; and when they are once glued to them, 'tis a very Hard Matter to Work themselves Out. We have an Emblem here of Those Foolish Voluptuous Men, that Sacrifice the Peace, the Honour, the Comfort, and all other Substantial Satisfactions of Life, to the Temptation of a Liquorish Palate. And so for the Liberties of Wine, womans, Feasting, and Jolly Company; The Pomp and splendour of Courts and Parades, etc. It comes All to the same Point; for when Men are once dipped; what with the Engagements of Sense, Custom, Facility; Nay and I might have said, with the very Shame of Departing from what they have given themselves up to, they go on with Aesop's flies, till they are Stifled in their very Pleasures.    

FAB. CXXVII. A Young Man and a Swallow.  
A Prodigal Young Fellow that had sold his clothes to his very Shirt, upon the Sight of a Swallow that came abroad before her Time, made Account that Summer was now at Hand, and away went That too. There happened after This, a Fit of Bitter Cold wether, that almost starved both the Bird, and the Spendthrift. Well (says the Fellow to Himself) This Sot of a Swallow has been the ruin of us Both.  

The MORAL:  
Extraordinary Cases are Excepted out of the General Rules of Life: So that Irregular Accidents and Instances are not to be drawn into precedent.   

REFLECTION.  
EVERY Man Stands or Falls to his Own Reason; and it is No Excuse to say, that I was Misled by Example, or Conjecture, when I had the Means before me of informing myself Better. If this Prodigal had but Consulted the almanac, or his own Experience, it would have set him Right in the Course of the Seasons, or the Old Proverb Methinks might have satisfied him, that One Swallow makes no Summer, Unless the Fable perchance should fall out to be the Ancienter of the Two, and the Occasion of That Proverb: But there are Certain Extravagants among People of all Sizes and Professions, and there must be no Drawing of General Rules from Particular Exceptions.    

FAB. CXXVIII. Mercury and a Carpenter.  
A Carpenter dropped his Axe into a River, and put up a Prayer to Mercury to help him to't again. Mercury dived for't, and brought him up a Golden One: but That was not it the Fellow said: And so he plunged a Second Time, and fetched up Another, of Silver. He said That was not it neither. He tried once again, and then Up comes an Axe with a Wooden Handle, which the Carpenter, said was the very Tool that he had Lost. Well! (says Mercury) thou art so Just a Poor Wretch, that I'll give thee All Three now for thy Honesty. This Story was got into Every body's Mouth, and the Rumour being Spread, it came into a knave's Head to Try the Same Experiment over again. And so away goes He and Down he Sits, Sniv'ling and Whelping upon the Bank of a River, that he had dropped his Axe into the Water there. Mercury, that was at hand it seems, heard his Lamentation, and Dipping once again for his Axe, as he had done for the Other; up he brings him a Golden Axe, and Asks the Fellow if That were it. Yes, Yes, says he, This is it. Oh thou Impudent Sot, cries Mercury; to think of putting Tricks upon Him that sees through the very Heart of thee.  

The MORAL.  
The Great Searcher of our Hearts is not to be imposed upon, but he will take his Own Time either to Reward or Punish.   

REFLECTION.  
HEAVEN Hates Dissemblers, and Hypocrites, as it Loves men of Truth and Integrity. He that fan●…yes he can Impose upon Jupiter takes him for a Cully.  
Baudoin Morallizes the Matter thus; that Mercury's called upon, and Sent, as the Patron of artisans. The Practice of Truth and Justice can never fail of a Reward in the Conclusion, and the bringing in of a God to the relief of a Poor Man, shows that it is from Heaven that the Needy are to Expect Redress.  
Here are Two Men at their Prayers; The One a Downright Plain Dealer; and the Other, a Trimming, Designing Hypocrite. The Former has a Reverence in his Heart for the Power that he Invokes; He is not to be Corrupted with Gold, or Silver. He stands in Awe of his Conscience, and makes good his Profession, with his Practice: Receiving in the End, the Blessing of a Reward for his Integrity. The Other Worships with his Eyes, his Hands, and his voice; but All This is only to Cover the Cheat of a Rotten-Heart. He acknowledges a Divine Power, but at the Same Time he makes a Mock on't, and Provokes it. He stands convinced that God knows All the Secrets of his Heart, and yet tells him a lie to his Face. There is No such Masque, in fine, for the Greatest of Impietyes, as a Veil of Religion. This Praying Carpenter here would have made Mercury a broker to his Knavery: and we have a world of Praying Christians too, that writ after his Copy.    

FAB. CXXIX. A Fox and Grapes.  
THere was a Time, when a Fox would have ventured as far for a Bunch of Grapes, as for a Shoulder of Mutton, and it was a Fox of Those days, and of That Palate, that stood Gaping under a Vine, and licking his Lips at a most Delicious Cluster of Grapes that he had spied out there; He fetched a Hundred and a Hundred Leaps at it, till at last, when he was as Weary as a Dog, and found that there was No Good to be done; Hang 'em (says He) they are as sour as Crabs; and so away he went, turning off the Disappointment with a Jest.   

FAB. CXXX. A wolf and a lion.  
AS a wolf and a lion were abroad upon Adventure together, hark, (says the wolf) Don't you hear the Bleating of Sheep? My Life for Yours Sir, I'll go fetch ye a Purchase. Away he goes, and follows his ear, till he came just under the Sheepfold: But it was so well fortify▪ d, and the Dogs asleep so Near it, that back he comes Sneaking to the lion again, and tells him, There are Sheep Yonder (says he) 'tis true, but they are as Lean as Carrion, and we had even as good let 'em alone till they have more Flesh on their Backs.  

The MORAL of the TWO FABLES above.  
'Tis matter of Skill and Address, when a man cannot Honestly Compass what he would be at, to Appear Easy and Indifferent upon All Repulses and Disappointments.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Point of Good Discretion to make a Virtue of a Necessity, and to Content ourselves with what we cannot get, though we have never so much a Mind to't; for 'tis a Turn of Art to seem to Despise what we cannot Compass, and to put off a Miscarriage with a Jest; Beside, that it is Better to have People think a man could Gain Such or such a Point if he Would, then that he Would, but cannot.  
The Foxes Put off in This Fable, is a most Instructive Point of Philosophy toward the Government of our Lives; Provided that his Fooling may be made our Earnest; as it would be much for our Honour and Quiet so to be. No man can be Miserable if he can but keep Clear of the Snare of Hopes and Fears; and Antidote himself against the Flatteries of the One, and the alarms of the Other: It is a High Point of Christian, as well as of Civil Prudence; for a man to say Thus to Himself beforehand, of a Thing that he has a Mind to [If I cannot get it, I shall be Better without it.] Or if he can but say after the Missing of it, [It was better Lost then found.] Now if we cannot Arrive at the Pitch of making This Indifference a Virtue indeed, we may however so Disguise it yet, (though in a case of Necessity) as to make it Look like One: Not but that it would be much better if we could Attain to the Perfection itself, as well as we may in Appearance Cover the Disgrace.  
I knew a Fine Lady once, and she was a Woman of Sense, Quality, and a very Generous Mind. She lay under Mortifications in abundance, and yet was never observed to be Peevish, or Angry, upon Any Provocation Whatsoever; and the Reason she gave for't was This: [It Will make Me Look Old,) So that it is not so much the want of Ability to master our Affections, as the want of Resolution to go thorough with the Experiment. This is a way to keep us Firm in All trials: or if He, that upon a True Principle, lives without any Disquiet of Thought, may be said to be Happy. It Emproves All our Disappointments into Providences, when we can let fall the Vain Desire of any thing without Feeling the Loss of it. It comes All to a Case now, upon the force of the Moral, whether we Quit, as the Fox did the Grapes, because he could not come at them, or as the wolf did the Sheep, because he durst not Venture, upon 'em. But be it either the One or the Other, there's a Virtue, and a Blessing in't, Both ways, in getting the Better of our Passions: which might certainly be done if we had but half the Tenderness for our Minds and Consciences, that we have for our carcases, and our Fortunes.    

FAB. CXXXI. A Boy and a Snake.  
A Boy was Groping for eels, and laid his hand upon a Snake, but the Snake, finding it was Pure Simplicity, and not Malice, admonished him of his Mistake; Keep yourself Well while you are Well, says the Snake; for if you Meddle with Me, You'll Repent your Bargain.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Intention, Morally Speaking, that makes the Action Good or Bad; and even Brutes themselves will put a Difference betwixt Harms of Ill Will and Mischance.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis Wisdom, as well as Justice, to Distinguish betwixt Actions of Misadventure, and of Design. Every Thing has at least Two Handles to't, and Both Parts should be well examined, before a Man can make either a Warrantable judgement, or a Prudent Choice. The Boy's Mistake here is no more than what we have Every day before our Eyes in common Practice: And That which the Snake says to the Boy, Every Man's Reason says to Himself. What is his taking a Snake for an eel, but our taking Vice for Virtue? He did it Unwarily: And so do We Many times too. He took the One for the Other, because they were so much Alike, that at first View he could not Distinguish them. And are not Virtue and Vice as Like, in several Instances, as One Egg is to Another? How shall a Man know, at first Blush, hypocrisy from Piety; True Charity from Ostentation; or the Devil Himself with a Glory about him, from an Angel of Light? Time and Examination may do Much, but the Boy was Groping, and in the Dark, and so might Well be Mistaken. The Snake Told him of his Error, and the Danger of it, but passed it over, because there was no Ill Will in't. This is the very Case of Our Reason to us, in all our Misdoings: It Checks us for what's Past, and Advises us for the Future, to have a care of False Appearances: Just as the Snake did to the Child here.    

FAB. CXXXII. A Fowler and a Partridge.  
A Fowler had taken a Partridge, and the Bird offered herself to Decoy as many of her Companions into the Snare as she could, upon Condition that he would but give her Quarter. No, says he, You shall die the rather for That very Reason, because you would be so Base as to Betray your Friends to save yourself.  

The MORAL.  
Of all Scandalous and Lewd Offices, That of a traitor is Certainly the Basest; for it Undermines the very Foundations of Society.   

REFLECTION.  
TREACHERY is a Sin against Common Faith, Honour, and Humane Society; A villainy, in short, that's never to be approved, how Convenient soever in some Cases to be made use of. The Fowler's here, was a Wise and a Generous Resolution, upon the Partridges Proposal; for all traitors are Mercenaries; and Whoever Betrays One Master for Advantage, will Betray Another for a Better Price. But as all manner of Treachery is Abominable in the Sight both of God and Man, and stands Reprehended in this Fable: So there are Certain kind's and Degrees of it, that are yet more Execrable and Odious, One than Another. There is first a Treachery by Complexion, which was the Partridges Case. Her Heart failed her, and she would fain have Compounded for her Own Life, by the Betraying of her Fellows. This was an Unhappy Infirmity, but the Weakness all this while, does not Excuse the Persidy, though it may seem in some Measure to Extenuate the Crime, by the Poor Creatures lying under almost an Insuperable Frailty. The Fowler however made an Example of her for a Terror to Others. Now if a Treachery of this Quality be so Unpardonable, what shall we say to Those Iudas'es', that Dip in the Dish with their Masters, and then for so many Pieces of Silver, deliver them up to be crucified? What shall we say to Those that Sell their Country, their Souls, and their Religion, for money, and Rate Divinity at so much a Pound? And then to Consummate the Wickedness, Finish the Work with Malice, that they began with Avarice.    

FAB. CXXXIII. A Hare and a Tortoise.  
WHat a Dull Heavy Creature (says a Hare) is This same Tortoise! And yet (says the Tortoise) I'll run with you for a Wager. 'Twas Done and Done, and the Fox, by Consent, was to be the Judg. They started together, and the Tortoise kept Jogging on still, till he came to the End of the Course. The Hare laid himself down about midway, and took a Nap; for, says he, I can fetch up the Tortoise when I please: But he Over-slept himself it seems, for when he came to Wake, though he scudded away as fast as 'twas possible, the Tortoise got to the Post before him, and Won the Wager.  

The MORAL.  
Up and be Doing, is an Edifying Text; for Action is the business of Life, and there's no Thought of ever coming to the End of our journey in time, if we Sleep by the Way.   

REFLECTION.  
UNNECESSARY Delays in All Pressing Affairs are but just so much time Lost, beside the Hazard of Intervening Contingencies that may Endanger a Total Disappointment. Let not the Work of to day be put off till to morrow; for the Future is Uncertain; and he that lies down to Sleep in the Middle of business that requires Action, does not know whether he shall live to 'wake again: Or with the Hare in the Fable here, outsleep his Opportunity. A Plodding Diligence brings us sooner to our Journey's End, than a Fluttering Way of Advancing by Starts and by Stops; for 'tis Perseverance Alone that can carry us thoroughstitch.    

FAB. CXXXIV. Apples and Horse-Turds.  
UPon a very great Fall of Rain, the Current carried Away a Huge Heap of Apples, together with a Dunghill that lay in the watercourse. They Floated a good while together like Brethren and Companions; and as they went thus Dancing down the Stream, the Horse-Turds would be every foot crying out still, Alack a day! How we Apples Swim!   

FAB. CXXXV. A Peach, an Apple, and a Blackberry.  
THere happened a controversy once betwixt a Peach, and an Apple, which was the Fairer Fruit of the Two. They were so Loud in their Discourse, that a Blackberry from the next hedge, overheard them. Come (says the Blackberry) We are All Friends, and pray let's have No Jangling among ourselves?  

The MORAL of the Two FABLES above,  
Every Thing would be Thought Greater in the World than it is, and the Root of it is This, that it first thinks itself so.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Vanity Common in the World, for Every Pretending Coxcomb to make himself One of the Party still with his Betters. They cry we to Every thing, and make themselves Necessary upon All Occasions, and to All Purposes, and People, when upon the Truth of the Matter, they are found to be good for Just Nothing at all.  
[we] Apples cry the Horse-Turds [we] the Kings Officers, cries the Fellow that carries Guts to the Bears [we] cries the Scumm of the Nation to the Bench, to the Court, to the City, to the Church, to Parliaments, and counsels. There's Nothing so Great, but the Little People cry [we] to't still. [we'll] do This, and [we'll] do That, and [we'll] Undertake for This and tother, This is in a Familiar Way, the Common Style of the Licentious Multitude, to the Scandal of all honourable Commissions, and of Those that Manage them. And This Humour of [Weeing] holds as well in Matters of State, and of Understanding, as in the Point of Honour and Quality. 'twas [we] in the Persons of the Fish Wives and the Broom-Men [we] again in the Resolutions of Billingsgate, and Grub street, that took upon them to Prescribe in Matters of Religion and Government. [we] won't lose our Religion, was the Cry of Every Ignorant Atheist. [we'll] stand up for our Properties was the beggar's Song that lived upon the Alms Basket. And [we] for our Liberties, cry the Slaves of All Times and Interests; Nay and None so straight laced as Common Cheats upon the Topique of Conscience. And so it was [we] again in the Name of the Multitude that did Every thing that was thought Worth the Doing. Now if the Dregs of the People will be Opening, and Crying [we] to Every thing; the Mobile has a Wide Mouth, and there's No Stopping it. But the Arrogance of the Rabbles Assuming at This Rate, is Nothing to the Meanness of their Superiors when they shall descend to keep such Company; or to make use of such Tools or Engines. 'Tis not half so bad for the Apples to cry [we] Horse-Turds, as it would be for Men of State, and cabal, to cry [we] Tinkers and car-men. But This is a Supposition, not to Enter so much as into the Thought of any Man of Sense or Honour. This Fable will also bear as Edifying, and as Pertinent a Moral, in the Inversion, as it does the Other Way. We Rogues, on the One Hand, is Every jot as Emphatical, as We Princes, on the Other.    

FAB. CXXXVI. A Mole and her Dam.  
MOther (says a Mole to her dam) Here's a Strange Smell Methinks. And then she was at it again, There's a Mulberry-Tree I perceive. And so a Third Time, What a Clattering of Hammers do I hear. Daughter says the Old One, You have now quite betrayed yourself; for I thought You had Wanted only One Sense, and now I find you want Three; for you can neither Hear nor Smell any more than you can See.  

The MORAL.  
Men Labour under Many Imperfections that No Body would take Notice of, if they themselves were not over-solicitous to Conceal them.   

REFLECTION.  
BOASTERS are Naturally Falsifyers, and the People of All Others that put their sham's the Worst together. Their Imperfections would not be Half so much taken Notice of, if their Own Vanity did not make Proclamation of them; As a Blind Lady that I knew, was never Well, but when she was Discoursing of Colours. 'Tis a Strange Thing, the Impudence of some Women! Was a Word often in the Mouth of a Precise Dame, who herself was as Common as the King's highway. I knew Another that was never without Lemmon Pill in her Mouth, to Correct an Unfavoury Vapour of her Own, and yet would be Perpetually Inveighing against Foul breathes. Now This way of Covering Defects, Scandals or Inconveniences, is the Only Way of Exposing them.    

FAB. CXXXVII. Wasps, Partridges, and a Husbandman.  
A Flight of Wasps, and a covey of Partridges that were hard put to't for Water, went to a Farmer, and begged a Soup of him to Quench their Thirst. The Partridges offered to Dig his Vineyard for't, and the Wasps to secure him from thiefs. Pray hold your Hand, says the Good Man; I have Oxen and Dogs that do me These Offices already, without standing upon Terms. And therefore it will become me to Provide for Them in the First Place.  

The MORAL.  
Charity gins at Home, but the Necessary Duty of it in One Place, does not Discharge the Christian Exercise of it in Another.   

REFLECTION.  
CHARITY is a Humane, as well as a Christian Virtue, and there is a Place for it, even upon Brutes, under the Duty of Tenderness and Good Nature, as well as upon Men; but still with a Distinction by way of Preference, that it is to be employed in the First Place upon Those that have the Fairest Right to't: 'Tis One thing I must Confess, to Condition for a Good Office, and Another thing to do it Gratis; so that the Husbandman took the Proposal by the Right Handle in That Respect: But his being provided of Servants already, to do his Work was no Excuse for his Want of Charity to Relieve his Distressed neighbour.    

FAB. CXXXVIII. Jupiter and a Serpent.  
JUpiter had Presents made him upon his Wedding-Day, Greater, or Less, from All Living Creatures. A Serpent brought him a Rose in his Mouth for an Offering. The Thing was Acceptable enough, but not the Presenter; for (says Jupiter) though Gifts are welcome to me, of Themselves, I must not yet receive any from a Serpent.  

The MORAL.  
He that receives a Present, Contracts an Obligation: which a Body would be ashamed of in the Case of an Ill Man; for it looks toward making a Friendship with him.   

REFLECTION.  
A Good Man would not Willingly lie under any Obligation to a Person of a Lewd Character and Conversation; for beside the Danger he incurs, it would not be for his Credit neither, where Presents are Scandals, and rather Snares than Benefits. 'Tis a kind of encumbrance upon the freedom of a Generous Mind, to be debt to an Ill Man, even upon any Score whatsoever, that does but carry the face of Good Will, or Respect; for 'tis a Debt that a Man's both ashamed and Weary of till 'tis paid off. He lives uneasily under the Burden of it, and Consequently, it is the Debt of All Others that ought first to be answered. And there's something more in't yet too, which is, that when All Common Scores are made even, the Morality of the Obligation still remains; for there's no Cancelling the Bonds of honour and Justice. Kindnesses are to be paid in specie, as well as Mony. That is to say, there must be Affection in the Return, as well as Justice. Now as there can be No True Friendship betwixt a Good Man and a Wicked Man, there should be no Intercourse betwixt them that looks like Friendship, and therefore the Less Commerce the Better. As Jupiter, we see, would have Nothing to do with the Serpent.    

FAB. CXXXIX. A Flea and a Man.  
A Fellow finding somewhat Prick him, popped his Finger upon the Place, and it proved to be a Flea. What art thou, says he, for an Animal, to Suck thy livelihood out of My carcase? Why 'tis the livelihood, (says the Flea) that Nature has Allotted me, and My Stinging is not Mortal neither. Well, says the Man, but 'tis Troublesome however; and now I Have ye, I ll secure ye for ever Hurting me again, either Little or Much.  

The MORAL.  
Live and Let Live, is the Rule of Common justice, but if People will be Troublesome on the One hand, the Obligation is discharged on the other.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is as Natural for a Man to Kill a Flea, as it is for a Flea to by't a Man. There's a kind of self-Preservation on Both sides, and without Any Malice on Either Hand. The Flea cannot Live without Nourishment, nor the Man without Rest. So that here's only a Present Dispatch on the One Hand, to prevent a lingering Death on the Other (as a Restless Life is in Truth no Better) There are in the World as many Illustrations of This Fable, as there are Instances of Petulant, Pragmatical, and Impertinent People that Break in upon Men of Government and business. Distractions have much in them of Flea-Bitings; That is to say, they keep us Waking, and Hinder our Repose. The Flea thought it hard to suffer Death for an Importunity: But to a Man that knows how to Value his Time and his Quiet, One Importunity upon the Neck of Another, is the Killing of a Man Alive, and the very Worst of Deaths.    

FAB. CXL. A Flea and Hercules.  
THere was a Fellow, that upon a Flea-Biting called out to Hercules for Helpe. The Flea gets away, and the Man Expostulates upon the Matter. Well! Hercules; (says he) You that would not take My Part against a Sorry Flea, will never stand by me in a Time of Need, against a more Powerful Enemy.  

The MORAL.  
We Neglect God in Greater Matters, and Petition him for Trifles, nay and Take Pett at last if we cannot have our Askings.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis an Ill Habit to turn Offices and Duties of Piety into Matters and Words only of Course; and to Squander away our Wishes and our Prayers upon Paltry Fooleries, when the Great Concerns of Life and Death, Heaven and Hell, lie all at stake. Who but a Mad man, that has so many Necessary and Capital Duties of Christianity to Think of, would ever have made a Deliverance from a Flea-Biting a Part of his Litany? It makes our Devotions Ridiculous, to be so Unfeeling on the One side, and so Over-sensible, and solicitous on the Other. By this Foolish and Impertinent Way of our Proceeding toward the Almighty, Men Slide by little and little into some sort of Doubt, if not a Direct Disbelief and Contempt of his Power. And then with the Country Fellow here, if we cannot Obtain Every Vain Thing we Ask, our next business is to take Pet at the Refusal, and so in Revenge to give over Praying for Good and All; and so to Renounce Heaven for a Flea-Biting.    

FAB: CXLI. A Man and Two Wives.  
IT was now Cuckow-Time, and a Certain Middle-aged Man, that was Half-Gray, Half-Brown, took a fancy to Marry Two Wives, of an Age One under Another, and Happy was the Woman that could please him Best. They took Mighty Care of him to All manner of Purposes, and still as they were Combing the Good Man's Head, they'd be Picking out here and there a Hair to make it all of a Colour. The Matronly Wife, she plucked out All the Brown Hairs, and the Younger the White: So that they left the Man in the Conclusion no better than a Bald Buzzard betwixt them.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a much Harder Thing to Please Two Wives then Two Masters; and He's a Bold Man that offers at it.   

REFLECTION.  
MARRIAGES are governed, rather by an overruling Fatality, then by any Solemnity of Choice and judgement; though 'tis a Hard Matter to find out a Woman, even at the Best, that's of a Just Scantling for her Age, Person, Humour, and Fortune to make a Wife of. This Fable presents us with One single Disparity that is of itself Sufficient, without a more than Ordinary Measure of Virtue and Prudence, to make a Man Miserable and Ridiculous. I speak of a Disparity of Years, which, in the Moral, takes-in all Other Disproportions. The One's too Young, tother too Old; to show us that Marriage is out of Season if it does not Hit the very Critical Point betwixt them. 'Tis much with Wedlock, as it is with our Sovereign Cordials and Antidotes. There go a Thousand Ingredients to the making of the Composition: But then if they be not timed, proportioned, and prepared according to Art, 'tis a Clog to us rather than a Relief. So that it would have been Well, if Nature had prescribed the does of Womans-Flesh, as she has determined the Necessity of it.    

FAB. CXLII. Two Frogs that wanted Water.  
UPon the Drying up of a Lake, Two Frogs were forced to Quit, and to seek for Water Elsewhere. As they were upon the Search, they discovered a very Deep Well. Come (says One to tother) Let us even go down here, without Looking any further. You say well, says her Companion; but what if the Water should fail us Here too? How shall we get Out again?  

The MORAL.  
'Tis Good Advice to Look before we leap.   

REFLECTION.  
HASTY Resolutions are seldom Fortunate, and it is a piece of Necessary Prudence, for a Man, before he resolves any thing, to Consider what may be the Consequences of it.  
We are taught by the Providence of These Frogs, ro Consider the End of things before we Resolve upon the means; for when the Die is Cast, 'tis too late to Wish for Another Chance. In our Deliberations what to do, we should Distinguish betwixt Lawful and Unlawful, Prudential and Foolish, a Less Present Good, and a Consequence of greater Evils, that we be not betrayed by the Fair Appearances of Things Specious; Frauds and Fallacies, Glittering Outsides, etc. into Inconveniencyes and Mistakes.  
When a Man wants any thing, let him look for't in Time, and Consider Well beforehand what Occasion he has for't, and upon What Terms it is to be Had; for there may be such Conditions that a Man would not Comply with, even for the Saving, or Redeeming of his Life. There are Other Cases, where a Man must Part with More for the Getting of a Thing, than That Thing is Worth. Some again, where a Body runs the Risque of an Absolute ruin, for the Gaining of a Present Supply: Wherefore there's No Remedy either Way, without a Strict Calculation upon the Profit or Loss on Both Sides. I want money, but I will not make myself a Slave for't. I want a Friend at Court, but I will not Forfeit the Character of a Man of Honour, or the Conscience of a Christian, and an Honest Man, to Purchase such a Friend: I am in Prison; but I will not play the Knave to set myself at Liberty. These are All, Necessary Deliberations upon the Matter here in Question. Let us see how we shall get Out again, says the Frog, before we go In.    

FAB. CXLIII. A Dog and a Cock upon a journey.  
A Dog and a Cock took a journey together. The Dog kenneled in the Body of a Hollow Tree, and the Cock Roosted at night upon the Boughs. The Cock crowed about Midnight; (at his Usual Hour) which brought a Fox that was abroad upon the Hunt, immediately to the Tree; and there he stood Licking of his Lips, at the Cock, and Wheedling him to get him Down. He Protested he never heard so Angelical a Voice since he was Born, and what would not He do now, to Hugg the Creature that had given him so Admirable a Serenade! Pray, says the Cock, speak to the Porter below to open the Door, and I ll come Down to ye: The Fox did as he was Directed, and the Dog presently seized and worried him.  

The MORAL.  
The Main business of the World is Nothing but Sharping, and putting Tricks upon One Another by Turns.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Good Discretion, when a Body has to do with an Adversary, that is either too Crafty, or too Strong for him, to turn him off to his Match; but it would be a Cleverer Way yet, to Encounter the Stratagem, and to Defeat One shame with Another, as the Simplicity of the Cock here was too hard for the Wilyness of the Fox. Experience makes many a Wise Man of a Fool, and Security makes many a Fool of a Wise Man. We have an Instance of the Former in the Cocks Over-reaching the Fox, and of the Other, in the fox's Supine Confidence, that made him so Intent upon his Prey, as to neglect his Safety. Now the Cock, that upon Long trial and Observation, knew the Fox to be the Common Enemy of all poultry; had likewise a Dread and Suspicion of him by Instinct, which made him Naturally Cautious upon the very Principle of Selfe-Preservation. Whereas the Fox, that Trusted to his Address and Manage, without so much as Dreaming of a Cross-Bite from so silly an Animal, fell Himself into the Pit that he had digged for Another. It is much the same Case in the World when Providence is pleased to Confound the False, the Mighty, and the bloodthirsty, by judgements of Lice and Frogs: That is to say, by the most Despicable of Instruments. To put an End to This Moral, It is a wonderful Thing how the very Force of Nature will Exert itself, in the Meanest and the Weakest of Creatures, in Cases of Extreme Necessity and Danger: As it made the Cock here too hard for the Fox.    

FAB. CXLIV. A Bat, Bramble and Cormorant.  
A Bat, a Bramble, and a Cormorant entered into Covenants with Articles, to join Stocks, and Trade in Partnership together. The Bat's Adventure was Ready money that he took up at Interest; The Bramble's, was in clothes; and the Cormorant's, in Brass. They Put to Sea, and it so fell out, that Ship and Goods were Both Lost by Stress of wether: But the Three Merchants by Providence got safe to landlord. Since the Time of this Miscarriage, the Bat never stirs abroad till Night, for fear of his Creditors. The Bramble lays hold of All the clothes he can come at in hope to Light upon his Own again: And the Cormorant is still Sauntering by the seaside, to see if he can find any of his Brass cast up.  

The MORAL.  
The Impression of any Notable Misfortune will commonly stick by a Man as long as he Lives.   

REFLECTION.  
Things that a Man has once set his Heart upon, will hardly be ever got out of his Head, but Every Hint and Occasion will be putting him in mind of 'em again. Ill Habits are not easily cured. 'Tis with almost All People in cases of Fright or Distraction of Mind, as it was with our Merchant Adventures here. The Last Impression sticks Closest to us. There was a Miserable Wretch in Bedlam that had lost his Wits upon the Firing of a Ship at Sea, and His Head was still running upon Fire and Water; insomuch that the very Sight of either of them would put him into an Outrageous Fury. Another that was Mad for Love, would be Beating, his Brains perpetually upon Anagrams and Sonnets. Oliver's enthusiastic Porter, was directly Bible-Mad, and up to the Ears still in the Dark Prophets, and the Revelation. In the Year 1688, When the Original Contracters were met in council about Settling the Government, a very good Poor Woman carried her Little Trunks and Boxes to Weld-House for Protection, for fear of the Mobile. The House was R●…fled, and her Trinkets went away with the Rest. Upon this Loss she fell Idle-Headed; and to This very Day she stands like the Bramble in the Fable, near the place still, (where the Innocent Creature Lives) Catching of People by the Coats, and ask them about her Trunks and Boxes: Pray, says she, When shall I have my Things again? My Trunks are not come home yet, etc. The Doctrine upon the Whole is no more than This, That we are not to set our Hearts upon the Things of This World; for All Emotions of the Mind have somewhat in them of the freak; and the only Way to be Happy and Quiet, is to make all Contingencies Indifferent to us.    

FAB. CXLV. A Lark in a Net.  
A Poor Lark entered into a Miserable Expostulation with a birdcatcher, that had Taken her in his Net, and was just about to put her to Death. Alas (says she) What am I to die for now? I am no Thief; I have stolen neither Gold, nor Silver; but for Making Bold with One pitiful Grain of Corn am I now to Suffer.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis to no Purpose to stand Reasoning where the Adversary is both Party and judge.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Folly, says the Old Moral, for People to run Great Hazard for small Advantage. And why may it not as well Reflect upon the Cruelty of taking away the Life of a Poor Innocent Creature for making bold with One Miserable Grain of Corn, when she was Hungry. But This is All forced, and in Truth, it is a Dry Fable with Little or Nothing in't.  
Or to Turn it Another Way yet, Here's the Life of a Poor Creature in Question, and the Lark Expostulates, and Pleads Not Guilty, but the Belly has No ears, and the birdcatcher is so Intent upon his Interest, and Appetite, that he gives no Heed at all to the Equity of the Plea, which is but according to the Course of the World, when people Measure Right or Wrong by the Rule of their Own Profit or Loss. 'Tis Passion and Partiality that Govern in All These Cases.    

FAB. CXLVI. A Miller Burying his Gold.  
A Certain Covetous, Rich churl Sold his Whole Estate, and put it into money, and then Melted down That money again into One Mass, which he buried in the ground, with his very Heart and Soul in the Pot for Company. He gave it a Visit Every Morning, which it seems was taken Notice of, and Somebody that observed him, found out his Hoard one Night, and carried it away. The Next day he miss it, and ran almost out of his Wits for the Loss of his Gold. Well, (says a Neighbour to him) And what's All This Rage for? Why you had no Gold at all, and so you Lost None. You did but Fancy all this while that you Had it, and you may even as well Fancy again that you have it st●…▪ 'Tis but laying a Stone where you laid your money, and 〈◊〉 That Stone to be your Treasure, and there's your Gold ag●… You did not Use it when you Had it; and you do not W●…●…o long as you Resolve not to Use it.  

The MORAL.  
Bett●… 〈◊〉 ●…ate at all, than the Cares and Vexations that Attend the Pos●… of it, without the Use on't.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are never the better for the Possession of any thing, Barely for the Propriety sake, but 'tis the Use and Application of it towards the Conveniences of Life, and the Comforts of Humane Society, that gives Every thing it●… Valu●… The Divine Goodness we see is perpetually at Work; Nature ke●… her Course, and the Heavens shed their Influences without Interm●…▪ and what's the Doctrine now of This Great Example, but that the Blessings of Providence, which are Common and Diffusive, ought not to lie Idle; and that Whoever buries his talon, either of Understanding, or of Fortune, breaks a Sacred Trust, and cousins Those that stand in Need on't. But we have a sort of sordid Wretches among us that had rather Cast their Silver and Gold into the very Mine again from whence it was Taken, or leave it at the Mercy of thiefs, and Common hazards, then that any Man Living should be the Better for't.    

FAB. CXLVII. A Stag with One Eye.  
A One-Eyed-Stag that was afraid of the Huntsmen at Land, kept a Watch That Way with tother Eye, and fed with his Blind Side still toward an Arm of the Sea, where he thought there was no Danger. In this Prospect of Security, he was Struck with an Arrow from a Boat, and so Ended his Days with This Lamentation: Here am I destroyed, says he, where I reckoned myself to be Safe on the One Hand; and No Evil has befal●…n me, where I most Dreaded it, on the Other.  

The MORAL.  
We are liable to Many Unlucky Accidents that no Care or Foresight can Prevent: But we are to Provide however the Best we can against them, and leave the Rest to Providence.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are many times preserved or destroyed, by Those Accidents or counsels, that in All Probability would have had quite Contrary Effects. But it is Our Part yet to Act according to Reason, and commit ourselves to Heaven for the rest. We have our Blind Sides in the World, as well as the Stag had his by the seaside, and we have our Enemies too, that are still Watching to make Advantage of that Weakness. One Man is Transported out of his Reason, and his Honesty, by Sensual Pleasures: Another by money, perhaps, or by Ambition. Every Man, in short, by Somewhat or other: And it is but striking him in the Right Vein, to do his business. The Wisest of Men have their Follies; The Justest, their Iniquities, and the most Temperate of Men have now and then by Fits, their Excesses. Achilles himself (after all that his Mother could do for him) was left Vulnerable yet in the Heel, and Paris'es' Arrow found him Out there. We are taught further also to look to ourselves on the Blind Side, as the Place that lies most exposed to an attack. And finally; That it is not in the Power of Humane Wisdom to secure us against Plots and Practices upon Humane Frailty: Nay, and when we have done our Best to Prevent Mischief, the very Precaution itself serves many times to Contribute to our ruin. The Stag did All that was to be done here; but the ways and Workings of Providence are unsearchable; and it is not in the Power of Humane Prudence to Obviate all the Accidents of Humane Life.    

FAB. CXLVIII. A Stag and a lion.  
A Stag that was close pursued by Huntsmen, fled for Safety into a Lion's Den; and as he was just Expiring under the Paw of the lion: Miserable Creature that I am, says he, to Fly for Protection from Men, to the most Unmerciful of Beasts!  

The MORAL.  
There are Harder and Gentler ways, even of ruin itself; as 'tis Common we see for Men under a Capital Sentence to Petition even for the Change of the Death.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis a Common Case for People to be reduced to This Miserable Choice; That is to say, by what Hand or Means they'll rather Perish; under the Certainty of an Inevitable Destruction One Way or other. The Ancients have moralised it This Way. But it seems to Me (under favour) that the Stag's was a forced Put; and a Chance rather than a Choice, he did not fly from the Huntsmen to the lion for Protection; but it so fell out, that while he fled to Avoid a Less Danger, he ran into a Greater; We find This to be the Case of many Men, as well as Beasts, that are forced to Fly for Refuge, to Murderers and Oppressors, instead of Patrons and Protectors.    

FAB. CXLIX. A Goat and a vine.  
A Goat that was hard pressed by the Huntsmen, took Sanctuary in a Vineyard, and there he lay Close, under the Covert of a Vine. So soon as he thought the Danger was Over, he fell presently to Browzing upon the Leaves; and whether it was the Rusling, or the Motion of the Boughs, that gave the Huntsmen an Occasion for a Stricter Search, is Uncertain: but a Search there was, and in the End discovered the Goat, and shot him. He died in fine, with this Conviction upon him, that his Punishment was Just, for offering Violence to his Protector.  

The MORAL.  
Ingratitude Perverts all the Measures of Religion and Society, by making it Dangerous to be Charitable and Good natured.   

REFLECTION.  
INGRATITUDE is abhorred both by God and Man, and there is a Certain Vengeance Attends those that Repay Evil for Good, and seek the ruin of their Protectors. This Fable Exposes the Baseness of That Horrid Vice, and it Preaches Thankfulness and Justice. The Obligations of Hospitality and Protection are so Sacred, that Nothing can Absolve us from the Discharge of Those Duties. 'Tis True, that This particular Instance holds better in the Morality of the Application, than it does in the Reason of the Thing: for the Question is not what the Beast does in his Kind; but what Ought to be done, with a respect to such a Benefit received. If a man should Launch into the History and Practice of Humane Nature, we should find Nothing more Common there, then one Rebellion Started upon the Pardoning of Another; and the very Minions of Princes linked in Conspiracies against their Master. But Those Things ever were, and ever will be, so long as Men are Men, and carry their Corruptions about them. There will be Goats, in fine, and there will be Vines, to answer This Moral, in Saeculae Saeculorum.    

FAB. CL. An ass, a lion, and a Cock.  
AS a Cock and an ass were Feeding-together, up comes a Lion Open-Mouth toward the ass: The Cock presently cries out; Away scours the lion, and the Ass after him: Now 'twas the Crowing of the Cock that Frighted the lion, not the Braying of the ass, as That Stupid Animal Vainly fancied to Himself, for so soon as ever they were gotten out of the Hearing of the Cock, the lion turned short upon him, and tore him to pieces, with These Words in his Mouth: Let never any Creature hereafter that has not the Courage of a Hare, Provoke a lion.  

The MORAL.  
The Force of Unaccountable Aversions, is Insuparable. The Fool that is Wise and Brave Only in his Own Conceit, runs on without Fear or Wit, but Noise does no business.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY a Bragging Coxcomb is ruined by a Mistake of Fear in an Enemy, and a Fancy of Courage in himself. Baudoin Remarks upon the lyons' Aversion to the Cock, that there's Nothing so Great, but it has its Failings, and so he makes the Pursuit of the lion to be a Particular Mark of the ass' Weakness. Meslier will have the Fear to be Counterfeited, with a Design to surprise the Pursuer; but This Fable seems still to look Another way.  
It may appear a very Extravagant, surprising Encounter, that Aesop has Exhibited to us in This Fable. Here's a lion running away from a Cock, and an ass Pursuing a lion: That is to say, here are Two of the most Unlikely Things in Nature brought together, in the Semblance of Fear in the One, and of Resolution in the Other: But the Moral is never the Worse yet for the Seeming Disproportions of the Figure; and the Characters in the Fiction, are well enough Suited to the Truth, and Life of the Case. The Flight of the lion must be Imputed here to the Natural Aversion that he has to the Crowing of a Cock. This is the Tradition; but it shall break No Squares whether it be so or not: For the Philosophy holds good in Other Instances No less wonderful, whether it be True or False in This. How many Insuperable Disagreements do we Meet with, in the business of Meats, Drinks, and Medicines; in Plants, Minerals, and Living Creatures! Now These Impulses are no more to be controlled, than the Primary, and the Unchangeable Powers and Laws of Nature: And These Instincts, after All, are no more to be reasoned upon, than they are to be Resisted; and therefore it is, that we call them Occult Qualities; which is All One with Saying that we do not Understand how they Work, or What they Are. Now 'tis One Thing to Submit to an Absolute Force, Another thing to Fly and Yield to a Natural Infirmity: So that 'tis No Departure from the Dignity of a lion to Fly, when Nature Drives him: Neither is it at all to the ass' Reputation, to Pursue, when Vanity, Folly and Rashness Transport him.  
The ass, we see, lies under Many Mistakes here, and the More, and the Grosser they are, the more Suitable still to his Character. How many such Asses are there in the World, that huff, Look Big, Stare, Dress, Cock, Swagger, at the same Noise-Blustring Rate; and Nothing more Familiar then for a Whiffling Fop, that has not so much as One Grain of the Sense, or Soul of a man of Honour in him, to play the part of a hero. Nay there are Fanfarons in the trials of wit too, as well as in feats of Arms, and none so forward to Engage in Argument, or Discourse, as Those that are least able to go thorough with it. In One Word for All, the whole Race of Bawling, Fluttering noddies, by what Name or Title soever dignifyed or distinguished, are a kin to the Ass in This Fable.    

FAB. CLI. A Gardiner and his Dog.  
A Gardner's Dog dropped into a Well, and his Master let himself down to Help him Out again. He reached forth his Hand to take hold of the Dog, and the cur snapped him by the Fingers: For he thought 'twas only to Duck him Deeper. The Master went his Way upon't, and even Left him as he Found him. Nay (says he) I'm well enough served, to take so much pains for the Saving of One that is resolved to make away Himself.  

The MORAL.  
Obligations and Benefits are Cast away upon Two sorts of People; Those that do not Understand them, and Those that are not sensible of them.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S No Fastening an Obligation upon Those that have neither Justice, Gratitude, nor Good Faith; and it is the same Case in Effect, with Those that do not Understand when they are well-used: From whence we may infer This Doctrine, that Fools and Knaves, are Not Company for Honest Men. The Course and Violent Part of the Common People have much in them of This curs Humour. They Plunge themselves into Difficulties by Mistaking their Way, and then fly in the face of Those that would Set them Right again. In This Opposition to Duty and Discretion, they Pursue their Errors, till in the End, they are left to the Fate of their Own Madness and Folly; and Consequently Perish without Any Hope, or Means of Pity or Redress, The gardener would have saved his Dog from Drowning, and the cur bitten his Master by the fingers for his pains.    

FAB. Clii A Sow and a Dog.  
THere passed some Hard Words betwixt a Sow and a Dog, and the Sow swore by Venus, that she'd Tear his Guts out, if he did not Mend his Manners. Ay, says the Dog, You do well to call upon her for Your Patroness, that will not so much as Endure any Creature about her that eats Swine's Flesh. Well (says the Sow) and That's a Token of her Love, to Hate Any thing that hurts me; but for Dog's Flesh, 'tis good neither Dead, nor Living.  

The MORAL.  
Where the Matter in Controversy will not bear an Argument, 'tis a Turn of Art to bring it off with a Paradox.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS an Ordinary Thing for People to Boast of an Interest where they have None, and then when they are Detected, 'tis a stroke of Art to Divert the Reproach, by Emproving a spiteful Word, or Thing, to a bodies Own Advantage. This way of Dialogue, is a kind of Tick-Tack; Where the One's business is to keep from making a Blot, and the Other's is to Hit it when 'tis made. It is a Happy Presence of Mind, to Anticipate Another man's Thought, by Considering Well beforehand what Construction, or Allusion his Own Words will bear; for Otherwise, the Casting out an Inconsiderate Hint, is but the Setting of a Trap to Catch Himself. As the Sow's Appealing to Venus here was as Good as an Answer thrown into the very Mouth of the Dog, which she might Easily have foreseen would be turned back upon her in the Bitterness of a Reproach: For the Reply lay so Open, the Other could not Well Miss it: But when All is done, Both Parts are to keep themselves upon their Guard; Or if either of 'em has Overshot himself, it is some sort of Reputation still, to make the Best of a Bad Game: As the Sow turned off the Scandal here with a Jest.    

FAB. CLIII. A Sow and a Bitch.  
A Sow and a Bitch had a Dispute once, which was the Fruitfuller of the Two. The Sow Yielded it at last to the Bitch; but you are to take Notice at the Same time says she, that your Puppies are All Blind.  

The MORAL.  
The Question among all sorts of Competitors is not Who does Most, but who does Best.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are not to put an Estimate upon Things by the Quantity, or the Number of them, but by their Quality and Virtue: Taking for Granted, that Aesop's Bitch was Fruitfuller than our Sows. See the Moral of A lioness and a Fox. Fab. 283.    

FAB. Cliu A Snake and a Crab.  
THere was a Familiarity Contracted betwixt a Snake and a Crab. The Crab was a Plain Dealing Creature that advised his Companion to give over Shuffling and Doubling, and to practise Good Faith. The Snake went on in his Old Way: So that the Crab finding that he would not Mend his Manners, set upon him in his Sleep, and Strangled him; and then looking upon him as he lay Dead at his Length: This had never befallen ye says he, if You had but lived as strait as You died.  

The MORAL.  
‛ There's Nothing more Agreeable in Conversation, than a Frank Open way of Dealing, and a Simplicity of Manners.   

REFLECTION.  
GOOD council is lost upon an Habitual Hardness of Ill Nature: And in That Case it must be a Diamond that cuts a Diamond; for One Fraud is best undermined and Disappointed by Another. This Fable is a Figure upon a Figure, in Opposing the Straitness of the Body of the Snake after he was Dead, to the Crookedness of his Manners when he was Living. But the licence of Mythology will bear out the Hardness of the Allusion.    

FAB. CLV. A Shepherd and a Wolves Whelp.  
A Shepherd took a Sucking Whelp of a wolf, and trained it up with his Dogs. This Whelp Fed with 'em; Grew up with 'em, and whensoever they went out upon the chase of a wolf, the Whelp would be sure to make One. It fell out sometimes that the wolf scaped, and the Dogs were forced to go Home again: But This Domestic wolf would be still Hunting on, till he came up to his Brethren where he took part of the Prey with them; and so back again to his Master. It happened now and then that the Wolves abroad were pretty Quiet for a Fit: So that This Whelp of a wolf was fain to make Bold ever and anon with a Sheep in Private by the By; but in the Conclusion, the Shepherd came to find out the Roguery, and hanged him up for his Pains.  

The MORAL.  
False Men are no more to be reclaimed then Wolves, and the Leven of the Predecessors Sowres the blood, in the very Veins of the Whole Family.   

REFLECTION.  
ILL Dispositions may be suppressed, or Dissembled for a while, but Nature is very hardly to be altered, either by council, or by Education. It may do well enough, for Curiosity, and Experiment, to Try how far Ill natured Men and Other Creatures may be Wrought upon by Fair Usage, and Good Breeding; But the Inclination and Cruelty of the dam will never out of the Whelp. It may Suspend peradventure, or Intermit, for want of Occasion to show itself; but Nature is like Mercury, there's No Killing it Quite. The wolf in the House has a Kindness still for the Wolves in the Woods, and continues in the Interest of the same Common Enemy. Cat will to Kind, as they say, and Wicked Men will be True to their Principles, how False soever to their Masters.  
We may read in the Moral of This Fable, the common Practice of the World, and a Doctrine that we find Every day verified, as well in Men, as in Beasts; for there are Wolf-Whelps in Palaces, and Governments, as well as in Cottages, and forests. Do we not find in History, and Experience, Instances in abundance, even of public Ministers Themselves, that though taken up out of the very Herds of the Common Enemy; Admitted into Special Trusts; Fed by the Hand, and Treated with the Grace and Character of Particular Favourites, have their Hearts in the Woods yet all this while among their Fellows. So that there's No reclaiming of them. They go out however, as there is Occasion, and Hunt and Growle for Company; but at the same time, they give the Sign out of their master's hand, hold Intelligence with the Enemy; and Make use of their Power and Credit to Worry Honester Men than Themselves. It wants Nothing after This, but that they may live to have their Due; and with the Dog here in the Fable, go to Heaven in a String, according to the True Intent of the Allegory.    

FAB. CLVI. A Lion, Fox, and a wolf.  
THe King of Beasts was now grown Old, and Sickly, and All his Subjects of the forest, (saving only the Fox) were to pay their Duties to him. The wolf, and the Fox like a Couple of Sly Knaves, were still putting Tricks One upon Another, and the wolf took This Occasion to do the Fox a Good Office. I can Assure your Majesty, says the wolf, that 'tis Nothing but Pride and Insolence that keeps the Fox from showing himself at Court as well as his Companions. Now the Fox had the Good Luck to be within Hearing, and so Presented himself before the lion, and finding him Extremely enraged, begs his majesty's Patience, and a Little Time only for his Defence. Sir (says he) I must presume to Value myself upon my Respect and Loyalty to your Majesty, Equal at least to any of your other Subjects; and I will be bold to say, that put them all together, they have not taken Half the pains for your majesty's Service now upon This very Occasion, that I have done. I have been Hunting up and down far and near, since your Unhappy Indisposition, to find out a Remedy for ye, which with much ado I have now compassed at last, and it is that which I Promise myself will Prove an Infallible Cure. Tell me immediately (says the lion) what it is then: Nothing in the World says the Fox, but to Flay a wolf Alive, and Wrap your Body up in the Warm Skin. The wolf was By all This while; and the Fox in a Snearing Way advised him for the Future, not to Irritate a Prince against his Subjects, but rather to Sweeten him with Peaceable, and Healing counsels.  

The MORAL.  
The business of a Pickthank is the Basest of Offices, but yet Diverting enough sometimes, when One Rascal happens to be encountered with Another.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S Nothing more Common in the World than These Wolvish Back-Friends, in all our Pretensions; whether it be in Law, in Government, or in a Hundred other sorts of claim and Competition; Especially for the running down of a Man that's Declining in his Credit already. Calumny is Base at best; though Pleasant enough sometimes, where it falls out, that One Rascal is Countermining Another. But let the Reproach be never so True, it can hardly be Honest, Where the Office is done in huggermugger; and Where the Intention is not Guided by a Conscience of the Duty. It is a way to Confound the Good and the Bad, where Knaves have Credit enough to be believed, to the Wrong of Honest Men, and the Innocent left without Means of Defence.  
He that would live clear of the Envy and Hatred, of Potent Calumniators, must lay his Finger upon his Mouth, and keep his Hand out of the Ink-Pot; for to do a Good Office upon the Point of Opinion, Intelligence, Brains, or Conscience, where This Wolvish Humour prevails, is little better than a Scandala Magnatum, or a Libel upon his Superiors: But where it happens, that there's a Fox and a wolf in the Case; and One Sharper to Encounter Another, the Scene is Diverting enough.    

FAB. CLVII. A Wife and a Drunken Husband.  
A Woman that lay under the Mortification of a Fuddling Husband, took him once when he was Dead Drunk; and had his Body laid in a Charnel-House. By the time that she thought he might be come to Himself again, away goes she, and Knocks at the Door. Who's There (says the Toper) One, says the Woman, that brings Meat for the Dead. Friend, says he, Bring Me Drink rather. I wonder any body that Knows me, should bring me One without ' t'other. Nay then, says she, the Humour I perceive has taken Possession of him; He has gotten a Habit, and his Case is Desperate.  

The MORAL.  
Inveterate Ill Habits become Another Nature to us, and we may almost as well be Taken to Pieces, and New put together again, as Mended.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Intent of This Fable is to Work a Reformation of Manners, by showing that Evil Habits are very hard to be cured; for they take Root by Degrees, till they come in the End to be past both Remedy and Shame. Habitual Debauches make Excess of Drink as Necessary to a Man as Common Air, Especially when his Mind comes to be Wholly taken up with the Contemplation of his Vice. There are Those that can never Sleep without their Load, nor Enjoy One easy Thought, till they have laid All their Cares to Rest with a Bottle. 'Tis much the same Thing with Other Sensual Pleasures, where men's Bodies and Minds are given up to the Entertainment of them. But the Extravagance is never so Desperate, as when the Understanding is Taken up with the Study and Meditation of Those Pleasures, which the Body is no longer in Condition to Practice, and that's the most Deplorate, Hopeless, and Incurable State of an Evil Disposition; when Drink upon Drink is made use of for a Remedy.    

FAB. CLVIII. A Swan and a Goose.  
THE Master of a House brought up a Swan and a Goose both together; The One for his ear, the Other for his Belly. He gave Orders for the Goose to be Taken up, and dressed for Dinner. But the Place was so Dark, that the Cook took One for tother. This Mistake had Cost the Swan her Life, if she had not Sung in That very Instant, and discovered herself; by which Means she both saved her Life, and expressed her Nature.  

The MORAL.  
A Man cannot be too Careful of what he does, where the Life of any Creature is in Question.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S a Providence Attends Innocency and Virtue, the Power of music apart. 'Tis a Rule that goes a Great Way in the Government of a Sober Man's Life, not to put any thing to Hazard that may be secured by Industry, Consideration, or Circumspection. And this Caution reaches to a Thousand Cases in the Ordinary Course of Life. Men should Look before they Leap; Deliberate before they Resolve; Try, Weigh, Examine, and Bethink themselves well of the Matter before they Execute. We fall into some Inconveniencies out of Pure Lazyness, and for want of taking pains to inform ourselves Better: Into Others, out of Rashness; by doing Things in a Hurry, and Hand over Head at a Venture. Now there's no Excuse for a Blunder upon any of these Topiques where there was both Time and Means to prevent it. What are we the better for the Faculty of Reason, without the Exercise of it. If the Cook would but have been at the Trouble of Carrying a Candle with him, he would have been in No Danger of taking a Swan for a Goose.    

FAB. Clix The Washing of a Blackmore.  
A Man gave money for a Black, upon an Opinion that his Swarthy Colour was rather Flattery than Nature; and the Fault of his last Master, in a Great Measure, that he kept him no Cleaner: He took him Home with him, and tried All manner of Washeses to bring him to a Better Complexion: But there was no Good to be Done upon him; beside, that the very Tampering Cast him into a Disease   

FAB. CLX. A Raven and a Swan.  
A Raven had a Great Mind to be as White as a Swan, and fancied to Himself that the Swan's Beauty proceeded in a High Degree, from his often Washing and diet. The Raven upon This quit his Former Course of Life and Food, and betook himself to the Lakes and the Rivers: But as the Water did him no Good at all for his Complexion, so the Experiment Cost him his Life too for want of Sustenance.  

The MORAL of the TWO FABLES above.  
Natural Inclinations may be Moulded and Wrought upon by Good council and Discipline; but there are Certain specific Properties and Impressions, that are never to be altered or defaced.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Vain Thing to Attempt the Forcing of Nature; for What's Bred in the Bone will never out of the Flesh: And there can be no Thought of Altering the Qualities, the Colour, or the Condition of Life, that Providence has Allotted us.  
'Tis Labour in Vain, to all manner of Purposes, to Endeavour the Mending of any of the Works of Nature; for she never did Any thing Amiss. And then 'tis as Great a Madness to Attempt any Alteration upon them, because What Nature does, God does; whose Decrees are Unchangeable, and All his Works are Perfection in the Kind; but next to the Force of Natural Impressions, we may reckon That of Customs and Habits.    

FAB. CLXI. A Sallow and a Crow.  
UPon a Dispute betwixt a Swallow and a Crow, which was the Greater Beauty of the Two: Yours, says the Crow is only a Spring-Beauty, but mine lasts all the Year round.  

The MORAL.  
Of Two Things Equally Good, that's the Best that lasts longest.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Greatest of Temporal Blessings, are Health, and Long Life; and the most Durable of Good Things must Consequently be the Best. The Question here betwixt the Crow and the Swallow, has somewhat in it of the Case betwixt Virtue and Sensual Pleasures, as (for the purpose) of Youth, Wine, womans, and All other Entertainments whatsoever, that may serve to Gratify a Carnal Appetite. Here's Temporary opposed to Eternal; Joys that shall Endure for Ever, Fresh, and in Vigour; to Satisfactions that are attended with Satiety and Surfeits, and Flatten in the very Tasting.    

FAB. CLXII. A Nightingale and a Bat.  
AS a Nightingale was Singing in a Cage at a Window, up comes a Bat to her, and Asks her why she did not sing in the Day, as well as in the Night. Why (says the Nightingale) I was catched Singing in the Day, and so I took it for a Warning: You should have thought of This than says tother, before you were Taken; for as the Case stands now, Y'are in no Danger to be snapped Singing again.  

The MORAL.  
A Wrong Reason for the Doing of a Thing is worse than No Reason at all.   

REFLECTION.  
there's No Recalling of what's Gone and Past; so that afterwit comes too Late when the Mischief is Done. That is to say, it comes too late for That Bout. But it is not Amiss however, for a Man that has gone astray, to call to mind where he went out of his Way, and to look back Step by Step into All his Miscarriages and Mistakes. The Glass of Life is Behind us, and we must look into what's Past, if we would take a View of what's to Come. A Fault Committed, or a Misfortune incurred, cannot be recalled 'tis True; but yet the Meditating upon One False Step may help to Prevent Another. Wherefore 'tis Good, upon the Point of Common Prudence, to be Thoughtful, provided we be not more solicitous than the Thing is worth, and that we make a Right Use of Those reflections; that is to say, an Use of Repentance, where we did Morally Amiss; an Use of Rectifying our judgements, where we did Foolishly; and an Use of Caution in Both Cases, never to do the same Thing over again. This is no more than what in Conscience, Equity, and Reason we are Bound to do. But we must have a care all this while, not to run into False Consequences for want of laying Things and Things together; and to shame Fallacyes upon the World for Current Reason, as the Nightingale was taken Singing in the Day when she was at Liberty. And what's This to her Resolution of Singing only in the Night, now she's in the Cage.    

FAB. CLXIII. A Boy and Cockles.  
SOme People were Roasting of Cockles, and they hissed in the Fire. Well (says a blockheaded Boy) These are villainous Creatures sure, to Sing when their Houses are afire over their Heads.  

The MORAL.  
Nothing can be Well that's out of Season.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's a Time for Jest, and a Time for Earnest, and it is a Dangerous Mistake, not to Distinguish the One from the Other. The Fool's Conceit here had both Clownery, and ill Nature in't, for there's Nothing more Brutal, or Barbarous, than the Humour of Insulting over the Miserable; Nothing more Contrary to Humanity, and Common Sense, than this Scandalous Way of Grinning and Jeering out of Season. But a Childish Conceit does well enough out of the Mouth of a Foolish Boy; for it is but Congruous, that Silly People should be pleased with Silly Words, and Things.    

FAB. CLXIV. Two Travellers and a Bag of Money.  
AS Two Travellers were upon the Way together, One of 'em Stoops, and Takes up Something. Look ye here (says he) I have found a Bag of Money: No says tother, When Two Friends are together, You must not say [I] have found it, but [WE] have found it. The Word was no ●…ooner Out, but immediately comes a Hue and Cry after a Gang of thiefs that had taken a Purse upon the Road. Lord! Brother (says He that had the Bag) We shall be Utterly Undone. Oh fie, says tother, You must not say [WE] shall be undone, but [I] shall be undone; for if I'm to have no Part in the Finding, you must not think I'll go Halves in the Hanging.  

The MORAL.  
They that will Enter into Leagues and Partnerships, must take the Good and the Bad One with Another.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Doctrine of This Fable is according to Reason, and Nature. People that are not allowed to be Sharers with their Companions in Good Fortune, will hardly ever agree to be Sharers in Bad. An Open, and an Honest candour of Mind carries a Body Safe and Dry through all Ways and wethers; Whereas in shifting and shuffling, a Man puts himself off his Guard; and the same Rule that serves him at One time, will not serve him at Another, Men are willing enough to have Part'ners in Loss, but not in Profit; and 'tis not the Traveller alone that cries [I] have found a Purse of Gold, and then Changes his Note upon the Hue and Cry, and says [WE] shall be hanged for't; but 'tis the Course of All People of Intrigue, to give Every thing two Faces, and to Deal with the World, as the Spark did with the Oracle. The Bird shall be dead or living, which himself Pleases.  
To Emprove the Moral yet a little farther, we have a Thousand Disappointments in the Ordinary Course of Life to Answer This in the Fable. Many a Man finds this Purse of Gold in a Mistress, in a Bottle, in an Office, and in All other the vain Satisfactions of This World: And what's the End on't at last, but when he has compassed his Longing, gratified his Appetite, or, as he fancies, made his Fortune perhaps: He grows presently Sick of his Purchase; His Conscience is the Hue and Cry That pursues him, and when he reckons upon it that he has gotten a Booty, he has only caught a Tartar. The Bag of Money burned the Poor Fellow's Fingers in the very Taking of it up.    

FAB. CLXV. Two Neighbour- Frogs.  
THere were Two Neighbour-Frogs; One of them lived in a Pond, and the Other in the highway hard-by. The Pond-Frog finding the Water begin to fail upon the Road, would fain have gotten Tother Frog over to her in the Pool; where she might have been Safe; but she was wont to the Place, she said, and would not Remove. And what was the End on't now, but the Wheel of a Cart drove over her a while after, and crushed her to pieces?  

The MORAL.  
Some People are so Listless and Slothful, that they'll rather lie still and Die in a Ditch, then stir one Finger to Help themselves out on't.   

REFLECTION.  
CUSTOM is Another Nature; and what betwixt Obstinacy, and Sloth, let it be never so ill, and inconvenient, People are very Hard yet to Quit it. He that does Nothing at all, does Worse than He, that upon the Account of Humane Frailty, does Amiss; for Nothing can be more contrary to God Himself, who is a Pure Act, than the Sleeping and Drowsing away of our Life and Reason, that was given us for so many Better Purposes. The Frog in the highway here, is the Lively Figure of such a Man; for a Life of Sloth is the Life of a Log, rather than the Life of a Reasonable Creature. 'Tis as much as a Body can well do, even with the Uttermost of his Prudence and Industry, to Rub through the Difficulties of the World, though he should keep himself perpetually a Doing. There is not perchance a more Insupportable Misery in Nature, than it would be, to put the Body into a Frame, that should keep it always in the same Posture. What can be said Worse of Slothfulness now, when the very Vice is Equal to the most Exquisite of Torments? It is odious to God and Man, Useless to the World, Irksome to itself, Miserable in All Estates, and utterly Incapable, either of Tasting or Enjoying any thing of Comfort. The Frog was used to the Place, she said, and rather than Stir to help herself, there she lay till her Guts were pashed out.    

FAB. CLXVI. A Bee-master.  
THere came a Thief into a Bee-Garden in the Absence of the Master, and robbed the Hives. The Owner discovered it upon his Return, and stood Pausing a while to Be-think himself, how This should come to pass. The Bees, in This Interim, came Laden home out of the Fields from Feeding, and Missing their Combs, they fell Powdering in Swarms upon their Master. Well (says he) you are a Company of senseless and Ungrateful Wretches, to let a Stranger go away Quietly that has Rifled ye, and to bend All your Spite against your Master, that is at this Instant Beating his Brains how he may Repair and Preserve ye.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Course of the World for People to take their Friends for their Foes, and to Use them accordingly.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Mistake of a Friend for an Enemy, or of an Enemy for a Friend, is one of the most Pernicious Errors of a Rash Man's Life; for there's judgement, good Nature, Generosity, Justice, common Prudence, and All at Stake. Nothing can be more Disobliging to a Friend on the One hand, or more Ruinous to myself on the Other. Charity however bids me Hope and Think the Best, provided at the Same Time, that I Secure the main Chance. Now this Caution holds as well in politics, as in Morals; and in public Cases▪ as well as in Private; for there is Nothing more Frequent, then for People to take their Oppressors for their Protectors, and their Protectors for Oppressors: As the Bees here spared the Thief and fell foul upon their Keeper. This is the very Humour of the Mobile when they Mistake their Man.    

FAB. CLXVII. A Kingsfisher.  
THE Kingsfisher is a Solitary Bird, that Wonts commonly by the waterside, and Nestles in Hollow Banks to be out of reach of the Fowlers. One of These Birds happened to be foraging abroad for her Young Ones, and in This Interim, comes a Raging Torrent, that washes away Nest, Birds and all. Upon her Return, finding how 'twas with her, she broke out into This Exclamation: Unhappy Creature that I am! to fly from the bare Apprehension of One Enemy, into the Mouth of Another.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis many a wise Man's Hap, while he is providing against One Danger to fall into Another: And for his very Providence to turn to his Destruction.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY People apprehend Danger Where there's None, and fancy themselves to be Out of Danger where there's most of All. As the Fellow gave God Thanks at Sea when the Ship Struck upon a Sand, for bringing him into Shallow Water again, where he could feel the Bottom. This is to Mind us, That there is No State of Life so Secure, as not to lie Open to a Thousand Difficulties and Dangers; and that it is not Possible for the Wit of Man to Provide against All Contingencies. There's No Fence against Inundations, earthquakes, Hurricanes, Pestilential Vapours and the like; and therefore it is Our Part, and Duty, to Hope, and endeavour the Best, and at the Same Time to provide for the Worst that can Befall Us. That which cannot be helped, must be Born.    

FAB. CLXVIII. Fishing in Troubled Waters.  
A fisherman had ordered his Net, for a Draught, and still as he was Gathering it up, he dashed the Water, to Fright the Fish into the Bag. Some of the Neighbourhood that looked on, told him he did ill to muddle the Water so, and Spoil their Drink. Well (says he) But I must either Spoil your Drink, or have Nothing to Eat myself.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Engaging the Mobile in a Sedition till their Heads are so muddled first with Frights and Visions, That they can neither See, Hear, nor Understand.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Allegory is frequently Applied to those that make Advantage to Themselves by embroiling the public; and set their Country afire for the Roasting of their Own Eggs. 'Tis the Only Trade that many People have to Live by, and the most Profitable Trade too, when the Occasion lies Fair for their Purpose. 'Tis with the Common People in this Case, just as 'tis with Fishes: Trouble the Waters, so that they cannot see their Way before them, and you Have 'em Sure in the Bag before they know where they are.    

FAB. CLXIX. An Ape and a Dolphin.  
PEople were used in the Days of Old, to carry Gamesome Puppies and Apes with 'em to Sea, to pass away the Time withal. Now there was One of these Apes, it seems, aboard a Vessel that was cast away in a very great Storm. As the Men were Paddling for their Lives, and the Ape for Company, a Certain Dolphin that took him for a Man, got him upon his Back, and was making towards Land with him. He had him into a Safe Road called the Pyraeus, and took occasion to Ask the Ape, whether he was an Athenian or not? He told him Yes, and of a very Ancient Family there. Why then (says the Dolphin) You know Pyraeus: Oh! exceedingly well, says tother. (taking it for the Name of a Man) Why Pyraeus is my very Particular Good Friend. The Dolphin, upon This, had such an Indignation for the Impudence of the Buffoon-Ape, that he gave him the Slip from between his Legs, and there was an End of my very Good Friend, the Athenian.  

The MORAL.  
Bragging, Lying, and Pretending, has Cost man●… a Man his Life and Estate.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is the Humour of a great many Travelling Men, as well as Travelling Apes: Men that will be Talking of Places that they never Saw, and of Persons that they never herd of. Their Whole Conversation is made up of counsels and Intrigues, Reasons of State, Embassies, and Negotiations, that they never were skilled in at all. Neither Men, Books, nor Sciences come Amiss to 'em: And after All This Extravagant bustle, a Gay Coat and a Grimace is the Upshot of what they can Pretend to. These Phantomes however are Sometimes taken for Men, and born up by the Well-meaning Ignorant Common People, as the Ape was here by the Dolphin; till in the Conclusion, their Sillyness lays them Open, Their Supporters give them the Slip, and down they Drop, and Vanish. How many of These Empty Chattering Fops have we daily put upon us, for Men of Sense and business; that with Balzack's Prime Minister, shall Spend ye Eight and Forty Hours together Poring over a Map, to look for Aristocracy and Democracy, instead of Croatia and Dalmatia, and take the Name of a Country for a Form of Government; Without any more ado, we have Apes in History, as well as in Fiction, and not a Rush matter whether they go on Four Legs, or on Two.    

FAB. CLXX. Mercury and a Statuary.  
MErcury had a Great Mind once to Learn what Credit he had in the World, and he knew no Better way, then to Put on the Shape of a Man, and take Occasion to Discourse the Matter, as by the By, with a Statuary: So away he went to the House of a Great Master, where, among Other Curious Figures, he saw several Excellent Pieces of the Gods. The first he cheapened was a Jupiter, which would have come at a very Easy Rate. Well (says Mercury) and what's the Price of that Juno There? The Carver set That a Little Higher. The next Figure was a Mercury, with his Rod and his Wings, and All the Ensigns of his Commission. Why, This is as it should be, says he, to Himself: For here am I in the Quality of Jupiter's Messenger, and the Patron of artisans, with all my Trade about me: And now will This Fellow ask me Fifteen Times as much for This as he did for tother: And so he put it to him, what he valued that Piece at: why truly, says the Statuary, you seem to be a Civil Gentleman, give me but my Price for the Other Two, and you shall even have That into the Bargain.  

The MORAL.  
This is to put the Vanity of Those Men out of Countenance, that by Setting too High a Value upon Themselves, appear by so much the more Despicable to Others.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS an Old Saying, That Listeners never hear Well of Themselves; and Mercury's Curiosity Sped accordingly in This Fable. All Vain Men that Affect Popularity, are apt to Fancy, that Other People have the same Opinion of Them, that they have of Themselves; but Nothing goes Nearer the Heart of 'em, then to Meet with Contempt, instead of Applause, Esteem, and Reputation. They Muster up All their Commissions and Charters; as Mercury Values himself here, upon the Relation he had to Jupiter; Whose Pimp he is, and What's his business. He gives to Understand also what a Friend the artisans had at Court, and All too Little, to Gain him the Respect, but so much as of a Common Messenger.    

FAB. Clxxi Mercury and Tiresias.  
MErcury had a Great Mind to try if Tiresias was so Famous a Diviner as the World took him for, or not. So he went and Stole Tiresias' Oxen; and ordered the Matter, to be in the Company with Tiresias, as upon business by the By, when the News should be brought him of the Loss of his Oxen. Mercury went to Tiresias in the Shape of a Man, and the Tidings came as Mercury had contrived it: Upon This, he took Mercury up to a High Tower, Hard by, and bade him look Well about him, and tell him what Birds he saw. Why, says Mercury, I see an Eagle upon Wing there, that takes her Course from the Right-hand to the Left. That Eagle (says Tiresias) is nothing to Our Purpose; wherefore Pray look again once. Mercury stood Gazing a while, and then told Tiresias of a Crow he had discovered upon a Tree, that was One while looking up into the Air, and Another while Down towards the Ground: That's enough; (says Tiresias) for This Motion of the Crow, is as much as to say, I do Appeal to Heaven, and to Earth, that the Man that is Now with Tiresias, can help him to his Oxen again if He Pleases.  

The MORAL.  
This Fable is of a General Application to All Bold and Crafty thiefs and Impostors. It serves also to set forth the Vanity of Wizzards, Fortune-Tellers, and the like.   

REFLECTION.  
KNAVES Set up these Jugglers, and Fools Maintain them. There must be Forms however, Characters, and Hard Words, Crabbed Looks, and Canting Calculations, for the Colour of the Pretence; but People should have a Care yet, not to take a Confederacy for a Science.    

FAB. CLXXII. A Hound and a mastiff.  
THere was a Man had Two Dogs; One for the chase, tother to look to the House; and whatever the Hound took Abroad, the House-Dog had his Part on't at Home. Tother Grumbled at it, that when He took All the Pains, the mastiff should Reap the Fruit of his Labours. Well, says the House-Dog, That's None of my Fault, but my Masters, that has not trained me up to Work for myself, but to Eat what others have Provided for me.  

The MORAL.  
Fathers and Masters have a Great deal to Answer for, if their Children and Servants do not Do as they Should do.   

REFLECTION.  
MORE People are lost for want of a Good Education and Institution, then for want of Honest and Honourable Inclinations; and These are miscarriages that Parents and Tutors are in a Great Measure to Answer for. We are here given to Understand, that there are Offices of Trust also, as well as Offices of Labour, and the One as Necessary to the Common Good as the Other. The mastiff Maintains the Hound, as well as the Hound the mastiff; and if the One did not keep the House from being robbed, the Other would have Nothing to Eat in't at all. So that This Fable, upon the Whole Matter, will serve for a Political Reading to Princes and Governors, as well as to Masters of Private Families, upon the Reciprocal Use, Benefit, and Necessity of Industry and Protection betwixt Rulers and Subjects, for the Preservation of a commonwealth: The One Supplies us with what we Want, and the Other Supports Us in the Defence of what we Get, and neither would signify any thing to us without the Other.    

FAB. CLXXIII. An Unhappy Match.  
THere was a Man, a Long time ago, that had got a Shrew to his Wife, and there could be No Quiet in the House for her. The Husband was Willing however to make the Best of a Bad Game, and so for Experiment Sake, he sent her away for a While to her Fathers. When he came a little after to take her Home again, prithee sweetheart (says he) How go Matters in the House where thou hast been? Introth, says she, they go I know not How: But there's None of the Family, you must know, can Endure Me: No not so much as the very Hinds and ploughmen; I could Read it in the Faces of Them. Ah Wife! says the Husband, If People that Rise Early and come Home Late, and are all Day out of your Sight, cannot be Quiet for ye, what a Case is your Poor Husband in, that must Spend his Whole Life in your Company.  

The MORAL.  
When Man and Wife cannot Agree, Prudence will Oblige the One, and Modesty the Other, to put all their Little Controversies into their Pockets, and make the Best of a Bad Game.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are more Ways to come to a Right Understanding of Things, then by Question and Answer. There are Certain Contentious humours that are never to be pleased, and he that Troubles his Head because he cannot Please them, is Worse than a madman. Nay it falls out many times that the very Desire and Endeavour to do it, makes it more Impossible, Especially where People are Imperious and Insulting, as well as Peevish. Now in the Case of this Fable, it may be a Question whether the Wife, or the Woman, was the more Freakish of the Two: For she was still the same uneasy Fop wherever she was; but the Poor Man however had Enough on't, in Both Capacities; That is to say, as a Common encumbrance, and as a Particular Ciog.  
The Moral is a Piece of Good council to All Men that Labour under that Unhappy Circumstance. First, in Prudence, to Try what Help for't: and then in Case of the Last Necessity, to come to some Peremptory Resolution to Deliver Themselves.    

FAB. CLXXIV. A wolf and a Kid.  
A wolf spied out a Straggling Kid, and pursued him. The Kid found that the wolf was too Nimble for him, and so turned and told him: I perceive I am to be Eaten, and I would gladly Die as Pleasantly as I could: Wherefore, Pray give me but One Touch of Your Pipe before I go to Pot. The wolf played, and the Kid danced, and the Noise of the Pipe brought in the Dogs upon him. Well (says the wolf) This 'tis when People will be Meddling out of their Profession. My business was to Play the Butcher, not the Piper.  

The MORAL.  
When a Crafty Knave is Infatuated, any Silly Wretch may put Tricks upon him.   

REFLECTION.  
LET Every Man stick to his Own Part, without Taking Another Man's Trade out of his Hand. This is the Old Moral, but we may Read upon't Another way too. 'Tis a very Unequal Encounter, when Malice, Craft, and Power, are United against the Weak, and the Innocent: Saving where Providence Interposes to the Relief of the one, and to the Infatuation of the Other: As the wolf here, that had a Plot upon the Kid, was Confounded by a counterplot of the Kids upon the wolf: And such a counterplot it was too, as the wolf with All his Sagacity was not able to Smell out. Wherefore let no Man Presume too much upon his Own Strength, either of Body or of Mind; but Consider within himself, that Heaven takes Part with the Oppressed; and that Tyrants Themselves are upon their behaviour to a Superior Power.    

FAB. CLXXV. A Fox and a Crab.  
A Fox that was Sharp-set, surprised a Crab, as he lay out of the Sea upon the Sands, and carried him away. The Crab, when he found that he was to be Eaten, Well (says he) This comes of Meddling where we have Nothing to do; for My business lay at Sea, not upon the landlord.  

The MORAL.  
No Body Pities a Man for any Misfortune that Befalls him, in Matters out of his Way, business, or Calling.   

REFLECTION.  
EVERY Man has his Post assigned him, and in That Station he is Well, if he can but Think himself so; and He that cannot keep himself Well, when he is Well, may Thank Himself: But Men of Curiosity and Levity can never be at Rest; for let their Present State be what it will, it never Pleases them. They have a Sickly Uneasiness upon them, which Way soever they lie, or in what Condition soever they are; no Place, no Posture, no State, either of Life or of Fortune agrees with 'em, but they run-on, Shifting, and Changing, from One Error, and from One Qualm, to Another; Hankering after Novelties, and Trying New Experiments. We are Naturally given to be Peeping into Forbidden Secrets, and Groping in the Dark after we know not what. We never Think of the Main business of Life, till a Vain Repentance Minds us of it at the Wrong End on't, and then, with the Crab in the Fable, we find that we have been Doing of One thing All this while, when we should have been Doing Another; and Abandoned the Station that God and Nature Allotted us, to our Irreparable ruin.    

FAB. CLXXVI. A Musician.  
A Man that had a very Course Voice, but an Excellent Musique-Room, would be still Practising in that Chamber, for the Advantage of the echo. He took such a Conceit upon't, that he must needs be showing his Parts upon a public Theatre, where he Performed So very ill, that the Auditory hissed him off the Stage, and threw Stones at him.  

The MORAL.  
A Man may Like himself very Well in his Own Glass, and yet the World not Fall in Love with him in public. But the Truth on't is, We are Partial in our own Case, and there's no Reading of ourselves but with Other men's Eyes.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's a Great Difference betwixt an Orator in the Schools, and a Man of business upon a Stage of Action. Many a Man that Passes for a Philosopher in Private, behaves himself most Ridiculously in public; as what's more Uncouth (with Respect be it spoken) then a Pedant out of his Element? There are Flattering Chambers, as well as Flattering Glasses, and the One Helps out a Bad Voice, as the Other Countenances an ill favoured Face: That is to say, the One Drowns the Harshness of the Pipe, as the Other Covers, or Disguises the Coursness of the Complexion. But Men must not think to Walk upon These Stilts, if they come to set up in public once; The One, for an Italian Capon, the Other, for an English Beauty: Wherefore it will become All People to Weigh and Measure Themselves, before they Venture upon any Undertaking that may bring their Lives, Honour, or Fortune in Question. Some Songsters can no more Sing in any Chamber but their Own; then some Clarks can Read in any Book but their Own; Put them out of their Road once, and they are mere Cat-Pipes and Dunces.    

FAB. CLXXVII. Thiefs that Stole a Cock.  
A Band of thiefs broke into a House once, and found Nothing in't to Carry away, but One Poor Cock. The Cock said as much for Himself as a Cock could say; but Insisted chief upon the Services of his Calling People up to their Work, when 'twas time to Rise. Sirrah (says one of the thiefs) You had Better have let That Argument Alone; for Your Waking the Family Spoils our Trade, and We are to be hanged forsooth for your Bawling.  

The MORAL.  
That which is One Body's Meat, is Another Body's poison; as the Trussing up of thiefs is the Security of Honest Men. One Foolish Word is Enough to Spoil a Good Cause, and 'tis many a Man's Fortune to Cut his Own Throat with his Own Argument.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Hard Matter for a Man that Argues against the Truth, and the Reason of a Thing, to Consist with Himself, for having no Rule to Walk by, 'tis Forty to One but Some time or Other he will lose his Way: Especially when he is to Accommodate his Story to the Various Circumstances of Times, Persons, and Occasions. But it is One Thing to forget Matter of Fact, and Another Thing to blunder upon the Reason of it. It is however, well Worthy of a Sober Man's Care, not to let any thing fall that may be turned upon him out of his Own Mouth. This Presence of Mind 'tis true, is not Every body's talon; neither does This Consideration Enter into Every body's Thought; but it were better if it Were so, and so it Ought to be.    

FAB. CLXXVIII. A Crow and a Raven.  
YOur Raven has a Reputation in the World for a Bird of Omen, and a kind of small Prophet. A Crow that had observed the Raven's Manner and Way of Delivering his Predictions, sets up for a Foreboder too; and so gets upon a Tree, and there stands Nodding and Croaking, just over the Head of some People that were Passing by. They were a little surprised at first; but so soon as they saw how 'twas. Come, my Masters (says One of the Company) let's even go forward, for This is but the Chattering of a Foolish Crow, and it signifies Nothing.  

The MORAL.  
How are Superstitious Men hagged Out of their Wits and Senses, with the Fancy of Omens, Forebodings, Old Wives Tales and Visions; and upon a Final Examination of the Matter, Nothing at all in the Bottom on't!   

REFLECTION.  
THE Affectation of Powers and Faculties, that are Above us, is not only Vain, and Unprofitable, but Ridiculous; for the Matter, upon Examination, will not abide the Test. Your Empyricks, Piss-Pot-Prophets, Fortune-Tellers, and Buffoon-Pretenders to State and Government, fall under the Lash of This Moral. And so do All your little Smatterers in Arts and sciences of what Kind, or Quality soever: But there goes more to the Making of a Prophet, then Nodding, and Croaking. 'Tis not the Gown and the Cap that Makes the Doctor; Neither is it the Supercilious Gravity of Countenances and Forms, that presently Dubbs any Man a Philosopher. Not but that a Fool may Put himself in the Garb, and so far Imitate the mien, and Motions of a wiseman, as at first Blush to Put a Body to a Stand what to Make of him: But upon further Consideration, the Original is as Easily known from the Copy, as the Ass in his borrowed Skin was from the lion: Or I might have said, as the Crow here from the Raven: Their Ears and their Tongues Betray them.    

FAB. CLXXIX. A Crow and a Dog.  
A Crow Invited a Dog to join in a Sacrifice to Minerva. That will be to no Purpose (says the Dog) for the Goddess has such an A version to ye, that you are Particularly Excluded out of all Auguries. Ay, says the Crow, but I'll Sacrifice the rather to her for That, to try if I can make her my Friend.  

The MORAL.  
We find it in the Practice of the World, that Men take up Religion more for Fear, Reputation, and Interest, then for True Affection.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Pagan Fable will bear a Christian Moral, for more People Worship for Fear, and for Interest, then for Love and Devotion. As the Indians do the Devils, That they may not Hurt 'em. It Teaches us farther, that we are not to take Pet, or Despond, under any Cross or Calamity that the Almighty is pleased to lay upon us. The judgements of Heaven are Just, and let them fall never so Heavy, they are yet less than we deserve. The Devil Himself, when he was let lose upon Job, could not Transport That Patient, Good Man beyond his Temper, or make him Quit his Hold. Resignation and Perseverance are All that a Man has to Trust to in This Extremity. There's no Good to be done by Struggling, nor any way left us to make our Peace with, but to try by Faith, Prayer, and a New Life, if we can make our Offended Master Once again our Friend. So that upon the Upshot, Afflictions are but the Methods of a Merciful Providence, to Force us upon the only Means of setting Matters Right, betwixt Divine Justice and Humane Frailty.    

FAB. CLXXX. A Raven and a Snake.  
AS a Snake lay Lazing at his Length, in the Gleam of the Sun, a Raven Took him up, and Flew away with him. The Snake kept a Twisting and Turning, till he bitten the Raven, and made him Curse himself for being such a Fool, as to Meddle with a purchase that had cost him his Life.  

The MORAL.  
Nature has made All the Necessaries of Life, Safe and Easie to us, but if we will be Hankering after Things that we Neither Want nor Understand, we must take our Fortune, even if Death itself should happen to be in the Case.   

REFLECTION.  
IF Men would but balance the Good and the Evil of Things, the Profit and the Loss, they would not Venture Soul, Body, and Reputation, for a Little Dirty Interest. 'Tis much the same Thing betwixt Us, and our Sensual Acquisitions, that it is betwixt the Raven and the Snake here. Men of Eager Appetites Chop at what comes next, and the Purchase seldom fails of a Sting in the tail on't. Nor is it to be Expected, that Passion without Reason should Succeed better. Our Senses are Sharp-set upon All Fleshly Pleasures, and if they be but Fair to the Eye, relishing to the Palate, Harmonious to the Ear, Gentle to the Touch, and Fragrant to the Smell, 'tis all we Look for, and all we Care for. 'Tis true, all This while, that our very Nature Requires a Dose of These Enjoyments; nay, and that Providence itself does not only Allow, but Prescribe it; for the Common Comfort and Benefit of Humane Society, and of Mankind; for Life would be no longer Life without it. But the Crime and the Danger lies in the Excess, and in the Immoderate Love and Use of them. Was not the Apple in Paradise Fair to the Eye, and Grateful to the taste, and yet there was Death in't. What were the poet's Sirens, but Figures of our Seducers, that Charm us by the Ear, and Tempt us to leap overboard: That is to say, by Debauching us into False Doctrines and Opinions, which do but Answer, In the One side, the Moral of the Songs on the Other. And so for the Touch, and the Smell, the Former 'tis true, has made more havoc in the World, but yet a Man may be poisoned with a Perfume, as well as with a Nauseous Potion. To Conclude, we have Snakes in our Beds, in our Cups, in our Dishes, and whoever dips too deep, will find Death in the Pot.    

FAB. CLXXXI. A Daw and Pigeons.  
A Daw took Particular Notice of the Pigeons in such a Certain Dove-House, that they were very Well Fed, and Provided for: So he Went and Painted himself of a Dove-Colour, and took his Commons with the Pigeons. So long as he kept his Own Counsel, he passed for a Bird of the Same Feather; but it was his Hap once at Unawares, to Cry [KAW,] upon which Discovery, they Beat him out of the House, and when he came to his Old Companions again, They'd have None of him neither; so that he Lost himself Both Ways by This Disguise.  

The MORAL.  
He that Trims betwixt Two Interests, loses himself with Both, when he comes to be Detected, for being True to Neither.   

REFLECTION.  
This is to Caution us against All Superfluous and Dangerous Desires. Our Own Lot is Best, and by Aiming at what we have Not, and what is Impossible to be had, we lose what we have already. No Man goes out of Himself but to his Loss. Imitation is Servile, let it be Where, How, and What it will. Nature Points out to us which way Every Man's talon and Genius lies; and He that keeps to his Own Province, or bias, speeds Best. The Painting of the Daw like a Pigeon, did not make him One, neither can any Man do himself Right in Another body's Shape: Besides, that when he is once Out, 'tis Hard to find his Way Home again. The Hypocrite is never so far from being a Good Christian, as when he looks Likest One. 'Tis much a Case with a Faction in a Government, and a Daw in a Pigeon-House. There's a Fraud driven on, and they Assimilate themselves, as much as may be, to the Interest they Propose to be the Better for. They put on all Appearances in Matter of Opinion, Practice and Pretence, Suitable to the Humour they are to join withal: But still Some Unlucky Accident or Other happens to Discover them in the End; and then, when they would go off again, the People of their Own Plume and Colour Beat 'em away, and Refuse to Entertain them. This is no more than what we find to be True in All Turns of State. Double-Dealers may Pass Muster for a While, but All Parties Wash their Hands of them in the Conclusion.    

FAB. CLXXXII. A Daw with a String at's Foot.  
A Country Fellow took a Daw and tied a String to his Leg; and so gave him to a Little Boy to Play withal. The Daw did not much like his Companion, and upon the First Opportunity gave him the Slip, and away into the Woods again, where he was Shackled and starved. When he came to Die, he Reflected upon the Folly of Exposing his Life in the Woods, rather than Live in an easy Servitude among Men.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis Fancy, not the Reason of Things, that makes Life so uneasy to us as we Find it. 'Tis not the Place, nor the Condition; but the Mind Alone that can make any Body Miserable or Happy.   

REFLECTION.  
MEN that are Impatient under Imaginary Afflictions, change commonly for Worse, as the Daw did here in the Fable, that Threw himself into a Starving Necessity, rather than he would Submit to the Tolerable Inconvenience of an easy Restraint. This was a Republican Daw, that kawed for Liberty, not Understanding that he that Lives under the Bondage of Laws, is in a State of Freedom: And that Popular Liberty, when it passes Those Bounds, is the most Scandalous Sort of Slavery. Nothing would serve him, but he must be at his Own Disposal, and so away he goes, Carries his String along with him, and Shackles Himself. This is just the Humour and the Fate of Froward Subjects. They Fancy themselves uneasy under the Errors of a maladministration of Government, when their Quarrel strikes, in truth, at the very Root and Conditions of Government itself. It is as Impossible for a Government to be without Faults, as for a Man to be so. But Faults or No Faults, It comes yet much to a Case; for where they cannot Find 'em, they can Create them; And there goes no more to't neither, than the Calling of Necessary Justice by the Name of Oppression. And what's the End on't, more than This now? They Run away from their Masters into the Woods, and there with Esop's Daw, they either Starve, or Hang Themselves.    

FAB. CLXXXIII. Jupiter and Fraud.  
JUpiter Appointed Mercury to make him a Composition of Fraud and hypocrisy, and to give Every Artificer his Dose on't, The Medicine was prepared according to the Bill, and the Proportions duly observed, and Divided: Only there was a great deal too Much of it made, and the Overplus remained still in the mortar. Upon Examining the Whole Account, there was a Mistake it seems, in the reckoning; for the tailors were forgott'n in the Catalogue: So that Mercury, for Brevity sake, gave the tailors the Whole Quantity that was Left; and from hence comes the Old Saying; There's Knavery in All Trades, but Most in tailors.  

The MORAL.  
It is in some sort Natural to be a Knave. We were Made so, in the very Composition of our Flesh and Blood; Only Fraud is called Wit in One Case, Good Husbandry in Another, etc. while 'tis the Whole business of the World for One Man to cozen Another.   

REFLECTION.  
LYING and cozening is a General Practice in the World, tho' it appears in some Men, and in some Trades, more than in other. Aesop is still Introducing some or other of the Gods, to Countenance the Corruptions of Flesh and Blood: And since Custom and Interest will have it so, that all Tradesmen must use Fraud, more or less, even in their own Defence, the Practice being in some sort so Necessary, 'tis not amiss to bring in Jupiter to justify it. But why is this False and Double Dealing applied to Tradesmen only, when it is Common to Mankind? And why among them, to tailors above the Rest? when all the business that passes in this World betwixt Man and Man is managed by Collusion and Deceit, in as High a Measure: So that the Composition might have been as well prepared for Humane Nature. Are we not False, in Our Pretended Civilities, Formal compliments, and Respects; in our Confidences, and in our Professions? Are we not False, in Promising, and Breaking? Is not He that Robs me of my Good Name, a more Abominable Cheat, than He that cousins me of a Yard of Damask? Is not He that Betrays me in his Arms, a more Detestable Wretch than He that Contents Himself in the Way of his Trade, to Pick my Pocket? Without any more Words, we are All Jugglers in some Kind, or in some Degree or Other. But there's this to be said for't yet, that we Play Foul by Consent. We cozen in our Words, and in our Actions; only we are Agreed upon't, that such and such Forms of Civility, like some Adulterate Quoins, shall pass Current for so Much. A Fashionable Imposture, or hypocrisy, shall be called Good Manners, and so we make a shift in some sort to Legitimate the Abuse. In Jupiter's appointing these Frauds, we read the Power of Humane Frailty that Disposes us to Entertain them: For we are False enough by Nature without any need of Prescription.    

FAB. CLXXXIV. Jupiter and Modesty.  
MAN was made in such a Hurry (according to the Old Fable) that Jupiter had forgotten to put Modesty into the Composition, among his other Affections; and finding that there was no Way of Introducing it afterwards, Man by Man, he proposed the turning of it lose among the Multitude: Modesty took herself at first to be a Little hardly Dealt withal, but in the End, came over to Agree to't, upon Condition that Carnal Love might not be suffered to come into the same Company; for wherever that comes, says she, I'm Gone.  

The MORAL.  
Sensual Love knows neither Bars nor Bounds. We are all Naturally Impudent; only by Custom, and Fig-leaves, we have been taught to Disguise the Matter, and Look Demurely; and that's it which we call Modesty.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Extravagant Heats and Transports of Lovers, and Voluptuaries, take away all Shame. This Fable Hints to us the Wild Extravagances of an Unbridled Appetite, and that till that Devil be laid, there can be no Thought of Lodging Carnal Love and Modesty under the same Roof. Jupiter's forgetting Modesty in the Composition of Man, Intimates the Difficulty of Admitting it, till Flesh and Blood has done the Friendly Office towards the Peopling of the World; for there's hardly any Place for council, till these Heats are in some Measure taken off; and it is no Wonder, that when Love comes to be without Reason, it should be without Modesty too; for when 'tis once past Government, it is consequently past Shame. When Our Corruptions, in fine, are Strong, and Our Understandings Weak, we are apt to harken to the Motions of the Blood, and to the Vain Imaginations of a depraved Affection, then to the Dry Doctrines and Precepts of Authority and virtue.  
This Difficulty of keeping Young and Hot Blood in Order, does mightily Enforce the Necessity of an Early Care for the Training up of Children, and giving them a Tincture, before it be too Late, of those Doctrines and Principles, by which they are afterward to Govern the Whole Frame of their Lives. For in their Tender Years they are more Susceptible of Profitable and virtuous Impressions, than afterwards, when they come to be solicited by the Impulse of Common, and Vulgar Inclinations. They should in Truth, be kept out of Distance, of either Seeing or Hearing Ill Examples: Especially in an Age that is governed more by precedent then by Reason.    

FAB. CLXXXV. jupiters' Wedding.  
WHen the Toy had once taken Jupiter in the Head to Enter into a State of Matrimony, he resolved for the Honour of his Celestial Lady, that the Whole World should keep a Festival upon the Day of his Marriage, and so Invited all Living Creatures, Tagrag and Bob-Tail, to the Solemnity of his Wedding. They all came in very Good Time, saving only the Tortoise. Jupiter told him 'twas Ill done to make the Company Stay, and asked him, Why so Late? Why rruly says the Tortoise, I was at Home, at my Own House, my dear Beloved House, and [Home is Home, let it be never so Homely. Jupiter took it very Ill at his Hands, that he should think himself Better in a Ditch, then in a Palace, and so he passed this judgement upon him; that since he would not be persuaded to come out of his House upon that Occasion, he should never Stir abroad again from that Day forward, without his House upon his Head.  

The MORAL.  
There's a Retreat of Sloth and Affectation, as well as of Choice and Virtue; and a Beggar may be as Proud and as Happy too in a Cottage, as a Prince in a Palace.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are to Learn from hence (says the Old Moral) that there's no Trifling, Dallying, or Delaying with Men in Power: And that Contentment in a Mean Condition at Home, is beyond all the Luxurious Treats in the World, Abroad, with Pomp and Envy. The Danger of Trifling with Great Men does not come up methinks, to the Full Force, and Intent of this Fable, which seems rather to set forth the Mistakes of Impotent Greatness, in misjudging the Test and Standard of Humane Happiness. What's a Voluptuous Dinner, and the Frothy Vanity of Discourse that commonly attends these Pompous Entertainments? What is it but a Mortification, to a Man of Sense and Virtue, to spend his time among People that take Good for Evil, and Punish where they should Reward, and Reward where they should Punish! The Tortoise was Forbidden the Court; That is to say, he was Banished from the sight of Vain, Wicked, and Unprofitable Examples. Jupiter gave the Tortoise the Honour of an Invitation, but that Honour was yet to the Poor Tortoise's Loss; for He that's Transported out of his Nature, and out of his Element, let the Change be what it will, is a Loser by the Bargain. A Plain, and a Homely Home, with Competency and Content, is beyond all the Palaces under the Heavens; The Pomp, the Plenty, and the Pleasures of them over and above. To say nothing of the Surfeits that are gotten by Excesses of Eating and Drinking; The Restless Nights, Factious Emulations, feuds, and Disgusts that Attend them: Beside the Slavery of being tied up to other people's Hours, Meals, and Fashions. He that has no Ambition, is Happy in a Cell, or in a Cottage; whereas the Ambitious Man is Miserable, even upon a Throne. He that thinks he has not Enough, Wants, and He that Wants is a Beggar.  
The Tortoise came Late, for he came Unwillingly, which is the Case of many a Worthy Man that Sacrifices his Peace to Formalities of compliment, and Good Manners. Jupiter took Snuff at the Contempt, and punished him for't. And what was the Punishment? He sent him Home again. That is to say, He Remanded him to his Lot, and to his Choice. Such, in Short, is the Felicity of a Moderate, and a Steady Mind, that all Comforts are wrapped up in't; for Providence turns the very Punishment of a goodman, into an Equivalence to a Reward, by Improving that to his Advantage, which was intended for his ruin; and making the Tortoise's Banishment a Blessing to him.    

FAB. CLXXXVI. A wolf and a Sheep.  
A wolf that lay Licking of his Wounds, and Extremely Faint, and Ill, upon the Biting of a Dog, called out to a Sheep that was Passing by, hark ye Friend (says he) if thou wouldst but Help me to a Soup of Water out of that same Brook there, I could make a Shift to get myself somewhat to Eat. Yes, says the Sheep, I make no Doubt on't; but when I bring ye Drink, my carcase shall serve ye for Meat to't.  

The MORAL.  
It is a Charitable and a Christian Office to Relieve the Poor and the Distressed; but this Duty does not Extend to Sturdy Beggars, that while they are Receiving Alms with One Hand, are ready to Beat out a Man's Brains with the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THAT Sheep has a Blessed Time on't that runs on a Wolves Errand: But Aesop's Sheep have more Wit, I perceive, than many of our domestic innocents'. 'Tis a Court-Master-Piece, to draw chestnuts out of the Fire with other people's Fingers; and to compliment a Man into a Post of Honour, a-purpose to have him knocked o'th' Head in't: Now the Sheep's Case in the Fable, is but an Every-days Case in the World; when People are divided betwixt Charity and Discretion, how far to go, and where to stop. In Offices of This Doubtful Quality, We have only This General Rule to Walk by, that when we have to do with Known Wolves, we Know likewise that they are not to be Confided in. But this wolf (I must Confess) with a Lambskin over his Shoulders, might have past Muster for a gospeler in sheep's clothing; which would have made it a more Dangerous Imposture. We are to Gather from hence, that there's no Trusting to the Fair Words and Appearances of a False, and a Malicious Enemy; for their very Kindnesses are no better than Snares. Treachery is a kind of a Lay-Hypocrisy, and they are Equally Odious both to God and Man: Over and above the Corrupting of our Manners, the Hardening of our Hearts; the Dissolving of all the Bonds of Faith, Confidence and Society, and the Extinguishing of Good Nature itself: And all This in our own Defence too.    

FAB. CLXXXVI. Hares, Foxes, and Eagles.  
THere goes an Old Story of a bloody War betwixt the Hares, and the Eagles; and the Hares would fain have drawn the Foxes into their Alliance, but very frankly and Civilly, they gave them this Answer, That they would serve them with all their Hearts, if they did not Perfectly Understand both the Hares themselves, and the Enemy they were to Cope withal.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Ent'ring into any League, without well Examining the Faith, and Strength of the Parties to't.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Folly, to the Highest Degree, for Men to run the Risque of their Lives and Fortunes, by entering into Leagues with the Weak, against an Adversary that is Manifestly too Strong for them Both. 'Tis hazardous to Contract Unequal Friendships and Alliances, and there's an Inequality of Disposition and Humour, as well as of Power. The False are as Dangerous as the Fearful: Only with this Difference, that the One will do a Man Hurt, and the Other can do him no Good. The End of Leagues is Common Assistance and Defence; And he that joins Interest with those that cannot Help him, stands as single as he did before; which destroys the End of Common Union; for where there's no Hope of a Reciprocal-Aid, there can be no Reason for a Mutual Obligation: And it is the same Thing in business, council, and Commerce, that it is in Arms and Force. The Case of the Hares and Foxes in a Confederacy against the Eagles, is a Common Case betwixt Kingdoms and commonwealths.    

FAB. CLXXXVIII. An Ant formerly a Man.  
THE Ant, or Pismire, was formerly a husbandman, that secretly filched away his Neighbour's Goods and Corn, and stored all up in his own Barn. He drew a General Curse upon his Head for't, and Jupiter, as a Punishment, and for the Credit of Mankind, turned him into a Pismire; but this Change of Shape wrought no Alteration, either of Mind, or of Manners; for he keeps the same Humour and Nature to This very Day.  

The MORAL.  
That which Some call Good Husbandry, Industry and Providence, Others call Raking, Avarice, and Oppression: So that the virtue and the Vice, in Many Cases, are hardly Distinguishable but by the Name.   

REFLECTION.  
WHEN Vicious Inclinations are brought once, by Custom, and Practice, to be Habitual, the Evil is Desperate, for Nature will be still True to herself, through all Forms and Disguises. And Custom is a Second Nature. By the Poetical Fictions of Men turned into the Shape of Beasts, and infects, we are given to Understand that they do effectually Make themselves so, when they Degenerate from the Dignity of their Kind: So that the Metamorphosis is in their Manners, not in their Figure. When a Reasonable Soul descends to keep Company in the Dirt with aunts, and Beetles, and to Abandon the Whole Man to the Sensuality of Brutal Satisfactions he forfeits his Peerage, and the very Privilege of his Character and Creation; for he's no longer a Man that gives himself wholly up to the Works of a Beast. Only one Word more now, upon the judgement that Befell the husbandman, which bids us have a Care of Avarice, Rapine and Oppression; for the Curse of Heaven Attends them.    

FAB. CLXXXIX. Travellers by the seaside.  
A Company of People that were walking upon the Shore, saw somewhat come Hulling toward them a great Way off at Sea. They took it at first for a Ship, and as it came Nearer, for a Boat only; but it proved at last to be no more than a Float of Weeds and Rushes: Whereupon they made this reflection within Themselves, We have been Waiting here for a Mighty business that comes at last to just Nothing.  

The MORAL.  
We Fancy things to be Greater or Less at a Distance, according to Our Interest or Inclination to have them either the One or the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Doctrine of this Fable is held forth to us in a Thousand Cases of Curiosity, Novelty, etc. We make a Wonderful Matter of Things at a Distance, that Signify Little or Nothing at all, nearer hand. And we are as much imposed upon in the Prospect of our Hopes and Fears: The Dangers, and the Blessings that we either Dread, or Propose to ourselves, look a great Deal Bigger afar off, then in Effect they are. And what's the Mystery of All this now, but that we judge of Things by False Images and Appearances, without entering into the True State and Reason of them? So that at this Rate, we divide our Lives betwixt Flattering Illusions, and Restless Apprehensions: Never at Ease, either on the One side, or on the Other. The Mischief is, that we are Over-solicitous about Matters that are out of our Power, and stargazing after Futurities; when in truth, our business lies just under our Noses; That is to say, in the Attending, and Emproving of Present Opportunities. In few Words, a Wise Man Counts his very Minutes: He lets no Time slip him; for Time is Life: which he makes Long, by the Good Husbandry of a Right Use and Application of it, from One Moment to Another. This is not yet to Exclude the Providence of Tracings premises into Consequences, or Causes into their Effects; but to Caution us not to look at the Wrong End of the Glass; and so Invert the Prospect. We see Thing at hand, as they really are, but at a Distance, only as they seem to be Patience and Consideration will set us Right in our judgements and in our Measures. It is much thereabouts with the Common People too, in the Matter of Remote Grievances. They Represent, and Fancy to Themselves, Hell, Slavery and Damnation, at a Distance, in many a Case, which at hand signifies not so much as a Flea-biting.    

FAB. CLXXXX. A Wild Ass and a Tame.  
AS a Tame Ass was Airing himself in a Pleasant Meadow, with a Coat and carcase in very Good Plight, up comes a Wild one to him from the next Wood, with this short Greeting. Brother (says he) I Envy your Happiness; and so he left him; It was his Hap some short time after this Encounter, to see his Tame Brother, Groaning under a Unmerciful Pack, and a Fellow at his Heels Goading him forward. He Rounds him in the Ear upon't, and Whispers him, My Friend (says he) your Condition is not I Perceive, what I took it to be, for a body may buy Gold too Dear: And I am not for Purchasing Good Looks and Provender at this Rate.  

The MORAL.  
Betwixt Envy and Ingratitude, we make ourselves twice Miserable; out of an Opinion, First, that our Neighbour has too Much; and Secondly, that We ourselves have too Little.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to Caution us against running the Risque of Disappointments that are greater than the Present Inconveniences; and where the Misery, and hazard, does more than Countervail the Benefit.  
In the Fable of the Horse and the Ass, (Numb. 38.) The Ass finds himself Mistaken in his Opinion, both of the Foundation of Happiness, and of the Stability of it. His Mistake in This, looks another way; for he took his Brother to be Happy when he was not so; Even according to his own Standard: But we are too too apt to think other People more Happy, and ourselves Less, then in Truth, They, or We are: Which Savours of a Malevolence on the One hand, and an Ingratitude on the Other. Nay it falls out many times, that the Envious Persons are rather to be envied of the Two. What had the Wild Ass here to Complain of, or the Tame One to be envied for? The Former was but in the Plight that Wild Asses usually are; and in truth ought to be. When they are in the Woods they are at Home, and a Forrest-Life, to them, is but according to Nature. As to the State and Rudeness of his Body, 'tis but Answerable to the Condition of his Lot. The Tame Ass, 'tis true, was Better Fed, but then he was Harder Wrought, and in the Carrying of Packs, he did but serve Mankind in the Trade that Providence had assigned him; for he was made for Burdens. 'Tis a Fine Thing to be Fat and Smooth; but 'tis a Finer Thing to Live at Liberty and Ease.  
To speak Properly, and to the Point, there is no such Thing as Happiness or Misery in this World (commonly so Reputed) but by Comparison; neither is there any Man so Miserable, as not to be Happy, or so Happy as not to be Miserable, in some Respect or Other: Only we are apt to Envy our neighbour's the Possession of Those Advantages that we Want, without ever giving Thanks for the Blessings that They Want, and We ourselves Enjoy. Now This Mixture in the Distributions of Providence, duly considered, serves to make us Easy, as well as Necessary One to Another; and so to Unite us in a Consistence both of Friendship, and of Civil Convenience: For it is no less Requisite to Maintain a Truck in the Matter of Moral Offices, and Natural Faculties, then in the Common business of Negotiation, and Commerce; and Humane Society can no more Subsist without the One, then without the Other. One Man furnishes Brains, Another money, a Third, Power, Credit, Mediation, Intelligence, Advice, Labour, Industry: (to say Nothing of a Thousand other Instances Reducible to This Head) so that the Rule of Communication holds as well betwixt Man and Man; as betwixt Country and Country; What One has Not, Another Has, and there is not That Man Living, but in some Case, or Other, stands in Need of his Neighbour. Take away This Correspondence, and the very Frame of all Political Bodies drops to pieces. Every thing is Best in fine, As God has Made it, and where God has placed it. The Tame Ass Wrought Hard, for his Fine Coat, and the Wild one Fared Hard, to balance the Comfort of his Freedom.    

FAB. Cxci Asses to Jupiter.  
THE Asses found themselves once so Intolerably Oppressed, with Cruel Masters, and Heavy Burdens, that they sent their Ambassadors to Jupiter with a Petition for Redress. Jupiter found the Request Unreasonable, and so gave them This Answer, That Humane Society could not be preserved without Carrying Burdens some way or other: So that if they would but join, and Piss up a River, that the Burdens which they now carried by Land might be carried by Water, they should be eased of That Grievance. This set them All a Pissing Immediately, and the Humour is kept up to This very Day, that whenever One Ass Pisses, the Rest Piss for Company.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Uttermost Degree of Madness and Folly, to Appeal from Providence and Nature.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Decrees and Appointments of Heaven are Unchangeable, and there's no Contending. How many Popular Counter-parts of the Asses Petition to Jupiter for Redress of Grievances, have we lived to see within our own Memory, and all, for Things, not only Unreasonable, but utterly Impossible. We read however in the Answer, the Quality, and the Reproach of the Prayer, which is Granted upon Conditions as Impracticable, as the Thing desired is Ridiculous.  
The Asses are here Complaining (after the Way of the Mobile) for being put to the very Use and business they were Made for; as if it were Cruelty and Oppression to Employ the Necessary Means, which God and Nature has given us, for the Attaining of Necessary Ends. If we Confound Higher and Lower, the World is a Chaos again, and a Level. Is not a Labourer as much a Tool of Providence as the Master-Builder? Are not the Meanest Artisans, of the same Institution with Ministers of Counsel and State? The Head can no more be without the Body, than the Body without the Head; and neither of them without Hands and Feet to Defend, and Provide, both for the One, and for the Other. Government can no more Subsist without Subjection, than the Multitude can Agree without Government: And the Duty of Obeying, is no less of Divine Appointment, than the Authority of Commanding.  
Here's a Petition to Jupiter, in Truth, against Himself; and in the Moral, a Complaint to God against Providence; as if the Harmony of Nature, and of the World; The Order of Men, Things, and business, were to be embroiled, dissolved, or altered, for the sake of so many Asses. What would become of the Universe if there were not Servants as well as Masters? Beasts to Draw, and Carry Burdens, as well as Burdens to be Drawn and carried? If there were not Instruments for Drudgery, as well as Offices of Drudgery: If there were not People to Receive and Execute Orders, as well as others to Give and authorise them? The Demand, in fine, is Unnatural, and Consequently both Weak and Wicked; And it is likewise as Vain, and Unreasonable, to Ask a Thing that is wholly Impossible. But 'tis the Petition of an Ass at last, which keeps up the Congruity of the Moral to the Fable.  
The Ground of the Request, is the Fiction of a Complaint, by reason of Intolerable Burdens. Now we have Grievances to the Life, as well as in Fancy; and Asses in Flesh and Blood too, and in Practice, as well as in Emblem. We have Herds in Society, as well as in the Fields, and in the Forests; And we have English too, as well as Arcadian Grievances. What? (Cries the Multitude) are not our Bodies of the same Clay; and our Souls of the same Divine Inspiration with our Masters? Under These Amusements, the Common People put up so many Appeals to Heaven, from the Powers and Commands of their Lawful Superiors, under the Obloquy of Oppressors; and what Better Answer can be returned to All their Clamorous Importunities, than This of Jupiter? Which most Emphatically sets forth the Necessity of Discharging the ass' Part; and the Vanity of Proposing to have it done any Other Way. As who should say, the business of Humane Nature must be done. Lay your Heads together, and if you can find any way for the doing it, without one sort of People under Another. You shall have Your ask. But for a Conclusion, He that's born to Work, is out of his Place and Element when he is Idle.    

FAB. CXCII. An Ass and the Frogs.  
AN Ass Sunk down into a Bog among a shoal of Frogs, with a Burden of Wood upon his Back, and there he lay, Sighing and Groaning, as his Heart would Break: Hark ye Friend (says one of the Frogs to him) if you make such a business of Lying in a Quagmire, when you are but just fallen into't, what would you do I Wonder, if You had been here as long as we have been?  

The MORAL.  
Custom makes things Familiar and Easy to us; but every thing is Best yet in its own Element.   

REFLECTION.  
NATURE has assigned Every Creature it's Proper Place and Station; and an Ass in a Bog is out of his Element, and out of his Province. The Fable itself has not Much in't; but it may serve to Teach us in the Moral, that it is a High Point of Honour, and Christianity, to bear Misfortunes, with Resolution, and Constancy of Mind: And that Steadiness, is a Point of Prudence, as well as of Courage; for People are the Lighter, and the Easier for't. But it was an Ass, we see, that complained, and (if a Body may play the Fool with him) he was but an Ass for Complaining: First, of what he could not Help; and 2ly, to be never the Better for't. 'Tis with a Man in Goal, much at the Rate as it was with this Ass in the Bog. He's Sullen and out of Humour at his first coming In; the prisoners Gather about him, and there He tells 'em his Case Over and Over I warrant ye. Some make Sport with him; Others Pity him, and this is the Trade they drive for the First Four or Five Days perhaps; but so soon as the Qualm is over, the Man comes to himself again; makes merry with his Companions, and since he cannot be in his Own House, he reckons Himself as good as at Home in the very Prison. 'Tis the same Thing with a Bird in a Cage; when she has fluttered herself a Weary, she sits down and Sings. This 'tis to be wont to a Things. And were it not a Scandal now, if Philosophy should not do as much with us as Custom, without leaving it to Necessity to do the Office of virtue. It might be added to this Moral, that what's Natural to One may be Grievous to Another. The Frogs would have been as much at a Loss in the Stable, as the Ass was in the Bog.    

FAB. CXCIII. A Galled Ass and a Raven.  
AS an Ass with a Galled Back was Feeding in a Meadow, a Raven pitched upon him, and there sat, Jobbing of the Sore. The Ass fell a Frisking and Braying upon't; which set a Groom that saw it at a Distance, a Laughing at it. Well! (says a wolf that was Passing by) to see the Injustice of the World now! A Poor wolf in that raven's Place, would have been Persecuted, and Hunted to Death presently; and 'tis made only a Laughing-Matter, for a Raven to do the Same Thing that would have Cost a wolf his Life.  

The MORAL.  
One Man may better Steal a Horse, than Another Look over the Hedge.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Same Thing in One Person or Respect, is not always the Same Thing in Another? The Grooms Grinning at the Gambols of the Ass, tells us that there are Many Cases that may make People Laugh without Pleasing them, as when the surprise, or Caprice of some Fantastical Accident happens to strike the Fancy: Nay a Body cannot forbear Laughing Sometimes, when he is yet hearty Sorry for the Thing he Laughs at; which is, in Truth, but an Extravagant Motion, that never comes near the Heart: Wherefore the wolf was Out in his Philosophy, when he called it a Laughing-Matter; Besides, that he should have distinguished upon the Disproportion betwixt the Worrying of a wolf, and the Pecking of a Raven; That is to say, betwixt a Certain Death on the One Hand, and only a Vexatious Importunity on the Other. The Raven understood what sort of Spark he had to do withal, and the Silly Ass stood Preaching to Himself upon the Text of No Remedy but Patience.    

FAB. CXCIV. A Lion, Ass and Fox.  
AS an Ass and a Fox were together upon the Ramble, a lion Meets them by the Way. The fox's Heart went Pit-a-Pat; but however, to make the Best of a Bad Game, he sets a Good Face on't, and up he goes to the lion. Sir, says he; I am come to Offer Your Majesty a Piece of Service, and I'll Cast myself upon Your Honour for my Own Security. If you have a Mind to my Companion, the Ass here, 'tis but a Word Speaking, and You shall have him Immediately. Let it be Done then says the lion. So the Fox trepanned the Ass into the toil, and the lion, when he found he had Him sure, began with the Fox Himself, and after that, for his Second Course, made up his Meal with the Other.  

The MORAL.  
We Love the Treason, but we hate the traitor.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable Advises Every Man in Prudence to be sure of Knowing his Company before he embark with them in any Great Matter; Tho He that Betrays his Companion, has the Fortune commonly to be betrayed Himself.  
Here's the Folly of the Ass in Trusting the Fox that he knew to be a Treacherous Companion; and here's the Knavery of the Fox in Betraying the Ass, which was but according to his Nature. Now this does not Hinder yet, but that the lion Forfeited a Point of Honour in the Worrying of him; And this Fiction throughout is but the Emblem of Things that are Familiar to us in the World. The I yond might have been allowed an Aversion to the Fox, as a Perfidious Creature, but the Devouring of him upon these Terms, was Another Treachery in Himself. There may be this said at last for the Congruity of the Fancy, that a Just and a Generous lion, would not have Sunk so Low as to hold any Communication with a Fox, much less to Concett with him in his False Dealing. But this lion was meant for the Figure of a Wicked Governor, Conferring upon Frauds with Wicked Ministers. Now if he had spared the Ass, for his Simplicity, and pinched the Fox for his Perfidy, the Proceeding might have had some Semblance of a Generous Equity: But an Honourable Mind will scorn to make Advantage of a Treacherous Instrument. That is to say, by Assenting to the Treachery: So that the Moral seems to carry more Force with this bias. Upon the Whole Matter, here's the Silly Ass pays Dear for the Credulity and Folly of Keeping Ill Company. The Fox is Met withal in his Own Way, for Breaking the Faith of Society; but still there wants some judgement Methinks, to Attend the lion; for He that Encourages once Treason, does not only Practice, but Promote Another; and lays the Foundation of a Doctrine, that will come Home to Himself in the Conclusion. When a Prince fails in Point of Honour and Common justice, 'tis enough to Stagger his People in their Faith, and allegiance. But the lion here in the Fable, came off better than our Political lions usually do in the World.    

FAB. Cxcu. A Hen and a Swallow.  
THere was a Foolish Hen that sat Brooding upon a Nest of Snakes Eggs. A Swallow, that observed it, went and told her the Danger on't. Little do you think, says she, what you are at this instant a Doing, and that You are just now Hatching Your Own Destruction; for This Good Office will be your ruin.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Hard Fortune of many a Good natured Man to breed up a Bird to Peck out his Own Eyes, in despite of All Cautions to the Contrary.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is the Case of Many People in the World, that spend their Time in Good Offices for Others, to the Utter ruin of Themselves: And there's No Better to be Expected from a Wicked Age, and an Ill natured People. They that want Foresight, should do well to harken to Good Council. He that thinks to Oblige hardhearted People by an Officious Tenderness, and to far the Better Himself for putting it into Their Power to Hurt him, will find only so much Time, Pains, and goodwill, utterly cast away, at the Foot of his Account. 'Tis Good however, to Hope, and to Presume the Best, provided that a Man be prepared for the Worst: Not forgetting the Old Proverb, That many a Man brings up a Bird to Peck out his Own Eyes. The Mistake lies in This, that the Charity gins Abroad that Ought to begin at Home. They that cannot see into the End of Things, may well be at a Loss in the Reason of them; and a Well-Meaning Piety is the Destruction of many an Honest Man, that sits Innocently Brooding upon the Political Projects of Other People, tho' with the Heart all the While, of a Patriot, and a True Friend to the public. Tell him the Consequences of Matters, and that he is now Hatching of Serpents, not of Chickens: A Misguided Zeal makes him Deaf and Blind to the True State, and Issue of Things. He sits his Time out, and what's the End on't; but the Plot Naturally Discloses itself in a Common ruin? It is a Great Infelicity to make a Wrong Choice of a Friend: But when Men are advertised of the Danger beforehand, it is as Great a Fault if they will take No Warning. The Hen was told on't, but the Swallow had the Fate, as well as the Gift of Cassandra; to speak Truth, and not to be believed: Which has been the Misfortune of many an Honest Man in All Times, and particularly in the very Age we live in.    

FAB. Cxcvi A Pigeon and a Picture.  
A Pigeon saw the Picture of a Glass with Water in't, and taking it to be Water indeed, flew Rashly and Eagerly up to't, for a Soup to Quench her Thirst. She broke her Feathers against the Frame of the Picture, and falling to the Ground upon't, was taken up by the bystanders.  

The MORAL.  
Rash Men do many things in Hast that they Repent of at Leisure.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS not Good to be Over-Fierce upon any Thing, for fear of Mistaking, or Misunderstanding the Matter in Question. Moderation is a High Point of Wisdom, and Temerity on the Other Hand, is ever Dangerous: For Men are Subject to be cozened with Outward Appearances, and so take the Vain Images, and Shadows of Things, for the Substance. All Violent Passions have somewhat in them of the Rashness of This Pigeon; and if That Rashness be not as Fatal in the One Case, as This was in the Other, 'tis a Deliverance that we are more Indebted for, either to the Special Grace of an overruling Providence, or to the Mediation of That which we call Chance, then to any thing of our own Government and Direction. One Man may have the Advantage of Another in the Benefit of a Presence of Mind, which may serve in a Great Measure, to fortify us against surprises, and Difficulties not to be foreseen: But a sound judgement is the Result of second Thoughts, upon Due Time and Consideration, which way to bring Matters to a Fair Issue. This Precipitate Temper is little better than a Physical Madness; for there is somewhat of an Alienation in't, when People proceed, not only Without, but Contrary to Reason. How many Instances do we see daily, of People that are hurried on, without either Fear or Wit, by Love, Hatred, Envy, Ambition, Revenge, etc. to their Own ruin: which comes to the very Case of the Pigeons breaking her Wing against the Picture; and the Miscarriage is Every jot as Ridiculous.    

FAB. CXCVII. A Pigeon and a Crow.  
A Pigeon that was brought up in a Dove-House, was Bragging to a Crow how Fruitful she was. Never Value yourself says the Crow upon That Vanity; for the More Children, the more Sorrow.  

The MORAL.  
Many Children are a Great Blessing; but a Few Good Ones are a Greater; All hazards considered.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Care, Charge, and hazard of a Brood of many Children, in the Education and Proof of them, does, in a Great Measure, Countervail the Blessing: Especially where they are gotten in a State of Slavery. Sorrow and Vexation is entailed upon the whole Race of Mankind. We are Begotten to't We are Born to't; and as it has Descended to us, so it is by us to be Handed down to Those that come after us. The Stress of the Fable lies upon the Hazzard of having a Numerous Stock of Children, which must of Necessity, whether they Live or die, furnish Matter of Great Anxiety to the Parents. The Loss of them is Grievous to us. The Miscarriage of them, by falling into lewd and Vicious Courses, is much Worse: And one such Disappointment is sufficient to Blast the Comfort of All the Rest. Nay the very Possibility, or rather the Likelihood and Odds, that some out of such a Number will Prove Ungracious and Rebellious, makes our Beds uneasy to us; Fills our Heads and our Hearts with Carking Thoughts, and keeps us in Anxiety Night and Day for fear they should be so, and prove like Vipers, to Eat out the Belly of their Own Mothers.    

FAB. Cxcviii A Woman and her Two Daughters.  
A Woman that had Two Daughters, buried one of them, and Mourners were Provided to Attend the Funeral. The Surviving Daughter wondered to see Strangers so Much concerned at the Loss of her Sister, and her Nearest Relations so Little. Pray Mother, says she, What's the Reason of This? Oh, says the Mother, We that are akin to her, are never the Better for Crying, but the Strangers have Money for't.  

The MORAL.  
Mourners are as Mercenary as Common Prostitutes; They are at His Service that bids Most for them.   

REFLECTION.  
FUNERAL Tears are only Civilities of Course, but there must be wring of Hands yet, and Ejulations, some where or Other; and where the Relations are not in humour for't, 'tis the Fashion to Provide Mercenaries to do the Office. The Moral of This will reach to All the Pompous Solemnities of our Mourning Processions, which upon the Whole, Amount to no more than Dress and Pageantry, to make the Show look Dismal, and so many sour Faces that are hired to Adorn the hypocrisy. This was the widow's Case, that cried herself Half Mad and Blind with a Thousand Passionate Interjections, for the Loss of her Dear Husband. [Never so Dear, so Dear a Man!] This Woman, I say (when she had done All This, and renounced the World, the Flesh and the Devil, with as much Solemnity as ever she did in her Baptism) was at the Long-Last prevailed upon to hear the Will read: But when she found in the Conclusion, that the Dear Man she so often called upon, had left her Nothing that he could keep from her, but her Wedding-Ring and her apronstrings, Up she started, wiped her Eyes, raised her Voice, [And is This all with a P●…x] she cried; and with Those Words in her Mouth, she came to herself again. Now This Widow, in the Pure Strength of Flesh and Blood; cried as Arrantly for Money as the Mercenaries in the Fable.    

FAB. CXCIX. A Shepherd and his Sheep.  
IN Old time when Sheep fed like Hogs upon Acorns, a Shepherd drove his Flock into a Little Oak-Wood, spread his Coat under a Tree, and up he went to shake 'em down some Mast. The Sheep were so Keen upon the Acorns, that they Gobbled up now and then a Piece of the Coat along with 'em. When the Shepherd took Notice of it: What a Company of Ungrateful Wretches are you, says he, that cloth all Other People that have No Relation to you, and yet Strip Your Master, that gives ye both Food and Protection!  

The MORAL.  
The Belly has no Ears; and a Ravenous Appetite Guttles up whatever is Before it, without any regard either to Things or Persons.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Freak mightily in Fashion among some People to Affect a Singularity in their Lives and Manners, and to Live in a Direct Opposition to the Ordinary Rules of Prudence and Good Nature, As in returning Evil for Good for the Purpose; Nay, and in some Cases, Good for Evil too; where 'tis done more to be seen of Men then for God sake, and where the Vanity of Doing it Destroys the Merit of the virtue. The Fable will also bear This Moral, That Eager Appetites have not a Right taste of Things; for the Coat goes down as well as the Acorns: But the main Stress of it falls upon Those that Rob Peter, as we say, to Pay Paul, and take the Bread out of their master's Mouths to give it to Strangers. And the Kindness of the Master is yet a Further Aggravation of the Crime. We have abundance of Cases in Practice, as well as in Story, that strike upon This Topique. Have we never read of a Sacrilegious Convocation of Divines, that at the same Time that they lived upon the Altar, betrayed it; and while they robbed God himself of his Due, Divided the Spoils of the Church among the Rabble. Have we never heard of Men that Gobbled the Privileges and Revenues of the Crown, and then squandered them away in Donatives upon the Common People? Or, What shall we say of the Scoffing Atheist, that turns all the Powers and Faculties of his Soul, as much as in him lies, to the Reproach of his Maker, and yet at the same time too as Pleasant Company to the World as the Wit of a Libertine can make him. What is all This now but a Sheep Stripping his Master, and clothing Strangers.    

FAB. CC. Jupiter and a herdsman.  
A herdsman that had lost a Calf out of his Grounds, sent up and down after it; and when he could get No tidings on't, he betook himself at last to his Prayers, according to the Custom of the World, when People are brought to a Forc'd-Put. Great Jupiter (says he) Do but show me the Thief that stole my Calf, and I'll give thee a Kid for a Sacrifice. The Word was no sooner passed; but the Thief appeared; which was indeed a lion. This Discovery put him to his Prayers once again. I have not forgotten my Vow, says he, but now thou hast brought me to the Thief, I'll make That Kid a Bull, if thou'lt but set me Quit of him again.  

The MORAL.  
We cannot be too Careful, and Considerate what Vows, and Promises we make; for the very Granting of our Prayers turns many times to our Utter ruin.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable Condemns All Rash Vows and Promises, and the Unsteadyness of Those Men that are first mad to have a Thing, and as soon Weary of it. Men should Consider well before hand what they Promise, what they Vow; nay, and what they Wish for, lest they should be Taken at their Words, and afterward Repent. We make it Half our business to Learn out, Gain, and Compass those Things, which when we come to Understand, and to have in our Possession, we'd give the whole Earth to be Rid of again: Wherefore he that Moderates his Desires without laying any Stress upon Things Curious, or Uncertain; and Resigns himself in All Events to the Good Pleasure of Providence, succeeds Best in the Government of his Fortune, Life, and Manners. The herdsman was in a State of Freedom, we see, till he made himself a Voluntary Slave, by Entering into a Dangerous, and Unnecessary Vow; which he could neither Contract without Folly, nor Keep without Loss and Shame; For Heaven is neither to be Wheedled, nor bribed. Men should so Pray as not to Repent of their Prayers, and turn the most Christian and Necessary Office of our Lives into a Sin. We must not Pray in One Breath to Find a Thief, and in the Next to get shut of him.    

FAB. Cci A Gnat Challenges a lion.  
AS a lion was Blustering in the forest, up comes a Gnat to his very Beard, and Enters into an Expostulation with him upon the Points of Honour and Courage. What do I Value your Teeth, or your Claws, says the Gnat, that are but the Arms of Every Bedlam Slut? As to the Matter of Resolution; I defy ye to put That Point immediately to an Issue. So the Trumpet Sounded and the Combatants entered the Lists. The Gnat charged into the Nostrils of the lion, and there twinged him, till he made him Tear himself with his Own Paws. And in the Conclusion he mastered the lion. Upon This, a Retreat was Sounded, and the Gnat flew his way: But by Ill-hap afterward, in his Flight, he struck into a Cobweb, where the Victor fell a Prey to a Spider. This Disgrace went to the Heart of him, after he had got the Better of a lion to be Worsted by an Insect.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis in the Power of Fortune to Humble the Pride of the Mighty, even by the most Despicable Means, and to make a Gnat Triumph over a lion: Wherefore let no Creature, how Great or how Little soever, Presume on the One side, or Despair on the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE is Nothing either so Great, or so Little, as not to be liable to the Vicissitudes of Fortune, whether for Good or for Evil. A Miserable Fly is sufficient we see, to take down the Stomach of a lion: And then to Correct the Insulting Vanity of That Fly, it falls the next Moment into the toil of a Spider. 'Tis Highly Improvident not to Obviate small Things; and as Ridiculous to be Baffled by them; and it is not the Force neither, but the Importunity that is so Vexatious and troublesome to us. The very Teizing of the lion galled him more than an Arrow at his Heart would have done. The Doctrine is This, That no Man is to Presume upon his Power and Greatness, when Every pitiful Insect may find out a Way to Discompose him. But That pitiful Insect again is not to Value himself upon his Victory neither; for the Gnat that had the Better of the lion, in the very next Breath was Worsted by a Spider.     

THE FABLES OF BARLANDUS, etc.  

FAB. Ccii A lion and a Frog.  
A lion that was Ranging about for his Prey, made a Stop all on a Sudden at a Hideous Yelling Noise he heard, which not a little Startled him. The surprise put him at first into a Shaking Fit; but as he was looking about, and Preparing for the Encounter of some Terrible Monster, what should he see but a pitiful Frog come Crawling out from the Side of a Pond. And is This All? (says the lion) and so betwixt Shame and Indignation he put forth his Paw, and pashed out the Guts on't.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Resisting of First Motions; but upon Second Thoughts we come Immediately to ourselves again.   

REFLECTION.  
THE surprise of the lion is to teach us that no Man living can be so Present to Himself, as not to be put beside his Ordinary Temper upon some Accidents or Occasions; but then his Philosophy brings him to a Right Understanding of Things, and his Resolution carries him through All Difficulties. It is Another Emphatical Branch of This Emblem, that as the lion Himself was not Thorough-Proof against This Fantastical alarm; so it was but a Poor Wretched Frog all this while, that discomposed him, to show the Vain Opinion and False Images of Things, and how apt we are to be Transported with Those Fooleries, which, if we did but Understand, we should Despise. Wherefore 'tis the Part of a Brave, and a wiseman to Weigh, and Examine Matters without Delivering up himself to the Illusion of Idle Fears, and panic Terrors. It was in truth. below the Dignity of a lion to Kill the Poor Creature, but This, however may be said in Plea for't, that he was ashamed to leave behind him a Witness of his Weakness.    

FAB. CCIII. An Ant and a Pigeon.  
AN antony's drop Unluckily into the Water as she was Drinking at the Side of a Brook. A Wood-Pigeon took Pity of her, and threw her a little Bough to lay hold on. The Ant saved herself by that Bough, and in That very Instant, spies a Fellow with a Birding-Piece, making a Shoot at The Pigeon. Upon This Discovery, she presently runs up to him and Stings him. The Fowler starts, and breaks his Aim, and away flies the Pigeon.  

The MORAL.  
All Creatures have a Sense of Good Offices, and Providence itself takes Care, where Other Means fail, that they may not Pass Unrewarded.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Practice of Requiting Good Offices is a Great Encouragement to the Doing of them; and in truth, without Gratitude there would be Little Good Nature; for there is not One Good Man in the World that has not need of Another. This Fable of the Ant is not altogether a Fiction, for we have many Instances of the Force of Kindness; even upon Animals and infects: To pass over the Tradition of Androdus' lion, the Gratitude of Elephants, Dogs and Horses is too Notorious to be denied. Are not Hawks brought to the Hand, and to the Lure? And in like manner, are not Lions, tigers, Bears, Wolves, Foxes, and other Beasts of Prey reclaimed by Good Usage? Nay, I have seen a Tame Spider, and 'tis a Common Thing to have a Lizzard come to Hand. Man only is the Creature, that to his Shame, no Benefits can Oblige, no nor Secure, even from seeking the ruin of his Benefactor: So that This P●…smire sets us a Lesson here in her Thankfulness to her Preserver.    

FAB. Cciu A Peacock and a Pye.  
IN the Days of Old, the Birds lived at Random in a Lawless State of Anarchy; but in time they began to be Weary on't, and moved for the Setting up of a King. The Peacock valued himself upon his Gay Feathers, and put in for the Office: The Pretenders were heard, the Question Debated; and the Choice fell upon the Poll to King Peacock: The Vote was no sooner passed but up stands a pie with a Speech in his Mouth to This Effect: May it please your Majesty, says he, We should be glad to Know, in Case the Eagle should fall upon us in your Reign, as she has formerly done, how will you be able to Defend us?  

The MORAL.  
In the business of either Erecting, or Changing a Government, it ought to be very well considered before hand, what may be the Consequences, in case of such a Form, or such a Person.   

REFLECTION.  
KING'S are not to be Chosen for the Beauty or the Gracefulness of their Persons, but for the Reputation they have in the World, and the Endowments of their Minds. This Fable shows likewise the Necessity of Civil Order, and the Danger of Popular Elections, where a Factious Majority commonly Governs the Choice. Take the Plurality of the World, and they are neither Wise, nor Good; and if they be left to Themselves, they will Undoubtedly choose such as They Themselves Are. 'Tis the Misery of Elective Governments, that there will be Eternally Corruption and Partiality in the Choice; for there's a Kind of a Tacit Covenant in the Case, that the King of their Own making shall make his maker's Princes too: So that they Work for Themselves all this while not for the public: But the pies Question stopped all their Mouths, and it was Wisely let fall too without a Reply, to Intimate that it was Unanswerable.    

FAB. CCV. An Impertinent Dr. and his Patient.  
A Physician was told One Morning that a Certain Patient of his was Dead, why then the Lord's Will be Done, says he: We are All Mortal; but if This Man would have forborn Wines, and used Clysters, I'd have Warranted his Life This Bout for God-a-Mercy. Well, says one, but why did you not rather give him This Advice when it might have done him Good, then stand Talking of it to no manner of Purpose Now the Man is Dead?  

The MORAL.  
'Tis to no Purpose to think of Recalling Yesterday; and when the Steed is stolen, of Shutting the Stable Door.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable Recommends to us the Doing of Every thing in its Due Season, for either too Soon or too Late signifies Nothing. It is but making Almana●…ks for the Last Year, to stand Talking what Might have been done; when the Time of Doing it is past. When a Battle is Lost, This or That, we say, might have Prevented it. When a Tumult is Emprov'd into a Rebellion, and a Government overturned by't, 'tis just to as much purpose to say, This or That might have saved All; As for our Dr. here to say, when his Patient was Dead, that it was for want of going such or such a way to Work. We have abundance of These wisemen in the World that are still looking backward without seeing One Inch of the way before them. Not but that the Experience of Things Past, may be very Instructive to us toward the Making of a Right judgement upon Things to come, but in such a Case as This, it is wholly Vain and Unprofitable to all manner of Intents. 'Tis the business of a Substantial and Well-Grounded Wisdom, to be still looking forward from the First Indispositions into the Growth and Progress of the Disease. It Traces the Advance of Dangers step by step, and shows us the Rise and Gradations of the Evil, and gives us Light, either toward the Preventing, or the Suppressing of it. We have in such an Instance as This, the means before us of a True and an Useful Perception of Things, whereas judgements that are made on the Wrong-side of the Danger, Amount to no more than an Affectation of Skill, without either Credit or Effect. Let Things be done when they May be done, and When, and As they Ought to be done: As for the Doctor's Iffing upon the business, when his Patient was Dead, it was just to as much purpose as if he had Blown Wind in's Breech.    

FAB. Ccvi A Lion, Ass and Fox.  
THere was a Hunting-Match agreed upon betwixt a lion, an Ass, and a Fox, and they were to go Equal Shares in the Booty. They ran down a Brave Stag, and the Ass was to Divide the Prey; which he did very Honestly and Innocently into Three Equal Parts, and left the lion to take his Choice: Who never Minded the Dividend; but in a Rage worried the Ass, and then bad the Fox Divide; who had the Wit to make Only One Share of the Whole, saving a Miserable Pittance that he reserved for Himself. The lion highly approved of his Way of Distribution; but prithee Reynard, says he, who taught thee to Carve? Why truly says the Fox, I had an Ass to my Master; and it was His Folly made me Wise.  

The MORAL.  
There must be no Sharers in Sovereignty. Court-Conscience is Policy. The Folly of One Man makes Another Man Wise; as one Man Grows Rich upon the ruins of Another.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable is sufficiently moralised Elsewhere; but it gives us further to Understand, that Experience is the Mistress of Knaves as well as of Fools. Here was the Innocence of the Ass, and the Craft of the Fox, Both in One. He saved his Skin by the Modesty of the Division, and left enough for himself too, over and above! For Asses are No great Venison Eaters.    

FAB. Ccvii A wolf and a Kid.  
AS a wolf was passing by a Poor Country Cottage, a Kid spied him through a Peeping-Hole in the Door; and sent a Hundred Curses along with him. Sirrah (says the wolf) if I had ye out of your Castle, I'd make ye give Better Language.  

The MORAL.  
A Coward in his Castle, makes a Great Deal more Bluster than a Man of Honour.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Advantages of Time and Place are enough to make a poltroon Valiant. There's Nothing so courageous as a Coward if you put him out of Danger. This way of Brawl and Clamour, is so Arrant a Mark of a Dastardly Wretch, that he does as good as Call himself so that Uses it The Kid behind the Door has the privilege of a Lord Mayor Fool. He's under Protection: he One is Scurrilous, and the Other Saucy; and yet These are the Two Qualities that pass but too frequently in the ●…ord for Wit and Valour.    

FAB. CCVIII. An Ass to Jupiter.  
A Certain Ass that served a gardener, and did a great deal of Work for a very Little Meat, fell to his Prayers for Another Master. Jupiter Granted his Request, and turned him over to a Potter, where he found Clay and Tile so much a Heavyer Burden then Roots and Cabbage, that he went to his Prayers once again for Another Change. His next Master was a Tanner; and there, over and above the increase of his Work, the very Trade went against his Stomach: For (says he) I have been only pinched in my Flesh, and Well Rib-Roasted sometimes under my Former Masters; but I'm In now for Skin and All.  

The MORAL.  
A Man that is ever Shifting and Changing, is not, in truth, so Weary of his Condition, as of Himself; And He that still Carries about him the Plague of a Restless Mind, can never be pleased.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a High Point of Prudence for any Man to be Content with his Lot. For 'tis Forty to One that he that Changes his Condition out of a Present Impatience and Dissatisfaction, when he has tried a New one, Wishes for his Old One again; and Briefly, the more we shift the Worse Commonly we Are. This Arises from the Inconstancy of our Minds, and One Prayer does but make way for Another. Those People, in fine, that are destined to Drudgery may well Change their Masters; but never their Condition.  
He that finds himself in any Distress either of carcase or of Fortune, should do well to Deliberate upon the Matter, before he Prays for, or Resolves upon a Change. As for Example now, what is it that Troubles me? Is there any Help for't or no? What do I want? Is it Matter of Necessity or Superfluity? Where am I to look for't? How shall I come at it? etc.  
Now All our Grievances are either of Body or of Mind, or (in Complication) of Both, and either the Remedy is in our Own Power, or it is not. There are some Things that we cannot do for ourselves without the Help of Others: There are some Things again that Other People Cannot do for Us, nor are they any way else to be done but by ourselves. In the One Case we are to seek abroad for Relief, and in the Other, Whoever Consults his Reason, and his Duty, will find a Certain Cure at Home: So that it goes a Great way in the Philosophy of Humane Life, to Understand the Just Measures of what we are Able to do, and what we are obliged to do, in Distinction from the Contrary; for Otherwise we shall spend our Days with Aesop's Ass in Hunting after Happiness where it is not to be found, without ever Looking fort where it is. 'Tis allowed us, to be sensible of Broken Limbs, and Diseased Bodies: And Common Prudence sends us to Surgeons and Physicians, to Piece, and Patch them up again. But in These Cases we Examine the Why, the What, and the How of Things, and Propose Means Accommodate to the End. 'Tis Natural to be moved with Pain, and as Natural to Seek Relief; And it is well done at last, to do That which Nature bids us do; But for Imaginary Evils, Every Man may be his Own Doctor. They are Bred in our Affections, and we may Ease ourselves. If the Question had been a Spavin, or a galled Back, and the Ass had petitioned to Jupiter for Another Farryer, it might have been a very Reasonable Request. Now if he had but pitched upon such or such a Particular Master, it might have done well enough too: But to grow Weary of One Master, or of One Condition, and then to be presently Wishing in General Terms for Another: This is only an Inconsiderate Ejaculation thrown off at Random, without either Aim or Reason. Upon the Whole Matter, it is but laying our own Faults at the Door of Nature and Providence, while we Impute the Infirmities of our Minds to the Hardship of our Lot.  
To proceed according to the Distribution of my Matter; it is much with Us in This Case, as it was with the Man that fell from his Horse and could not get up again. He was sure he was Hurt, he said, but could not tell Where. That is to say, first our Grievances are Fantastical where they are not Corporal. 2ly. It is Another Error in us, that in All our Fantastical Disappointments, we have Recourse to Fantastical Remedies. 3ly. Providience has Allotted Every Man a Competency for his State and business. All beyond it is Superfluous, and there will be Grumbling without End, if we come to reckon upon't, that we want This or That because we Have it Not, instead of Acknowledging that we Have This or That, and that we want Nothing. These Things duly weighed, what can be more Providential then the Blessing of having an Antidote within ourselves against all the Strokes of Fortune! That is to say, in the Worst of Extremities, we have yet the Comfort left us of Constancy, Patience, and Resignation.  
'Tis not for a Wise and an Honest Man, to stand Expostulating with the Nature of Things. As for Instance▪ Why should not I be This or That, or be so or so, as well as He or tother? But I should rather say to myself after This manner. Am not I the Creature of an Almighty Power; and is it not the Same Power and Wisdom that Made and ordered The World, that has assigned me this Place, Rank or Station, in't? This Body, This Soul, This every Thing? What I am, I must be, and there's no Contending with Invincible Necessity; No Disputing with an Incomprehensible Wisdom: To say Nothing of the Impiety of Appealing from an Inexplicable Goodness. If I can Mend my Condition by any Warrantable Industry and virtue, the Way is Fair and Open; And That's a privilege that Every Reasonable Creature has in his Commission: But without Fixing upon some Certain Scope, and Prescribing Just and Honourable Ways to't, there's Nothing to be done. 'Tis a Wicked Thing to Repine; and 'tis as Bootless, and Uneasy too; for One Restless Thought, Begets, and Punishes Another. We are not so Miserable in our Own Wants, as in what Others Enjoy: And then our Levity is as Great a Plague to us as our Envy, so that we need Nothing more than we have, but Thankfulness, and Submission, to make us Happy. It was not the Ground of the ass' Complaint, that it was Worse with Him then with Other Asses; but because he was an Ass: And he was not so Sick of his Master, as of his Work. His Fortune was well enough for such an Animal, so long as he kept himself within his Proper Sphere and business: But if the Stones in the Wall will be taking upon them to Reproach the Builder; and if Nothing will please People unless they be Greater than Nature ever Intended them; What can they Expect, but the Asses Round of Vexatious Changes, and Experiments; and at last, when they have made Themselves Weary and Ridiculous, even glad to set up their Rest upon the very Spot were they Started.    

FAB. Ccix A Woman and her Maids.  
IT was the Way of a Good Housewifely Old Woman, to call up her Maids Every Morning just at the Cock-Crowing. The Wenches were loath to Rise so soon, and so they laid their Heads together, and killed the Poor Cock: for, say they, if it were not for his Waking our Dame, she would not Wake us: But when the Good Woman's Clock was gone, she'd Mistake the Hour many times, and call 'em up at Midnight: So that instead of Mending the Matter, they found themselves in a Worse Condition Now then Before.  

The MORAL.  
One Error makes way for Another. First, we Complain of small things: Then we Shift, and instead of Mending the Matter, we find it Worse, till it comes at last to the Tinker's Work of Stopping One Hole, and making Ten.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Common Thing for People that are Uneasy, to fly to Remedies that are Worse than the Disease; Wherefore Men should Deliberate before they Resolve; and say to Themselves, This we suffer at Present, and This or That we Propose to Get by such and such a Change; and so set the One against the Other. The Wenches were called up too Early, they thought, and so for fear of having too Little Sleep, they ran the Risque of having no Sleep at all. And it fares much at the same Rate in public Grievances that it does in Private; When rather then bear the Importunity of a Flea-biting, we are apt to run ourselves Hand over Head into a Bed of Scorpions; which is such another kind of an Expedient, as if a Body should Beat out his Brains to Cure the headache. Flesh and blood is Naturally Impatient of Restraint; beside the Itch and Curiosity that we have, to be Prying and Searching into Forbidden Secrets; and to see (as one says) What Good is in Evil. 'Tis Natural to us to be Weary of what we have, and still to be Hankering after something or other that we have Not: And so our Levity Pushes us on from One Vain Desire to Another, in a Regular Vicissitude, and Succession of Cravings and Satiety. We want (as I say) what we have not, and grow Sick on't when we have it. Now the Wise Man Clears the Whole Matter to us, in Pronouncing All things under the Sun (That is to say, the Pomp, the Pleasures, and the Enjoyments of This World) to be Vanity of Vanities, and All, Vanity. The Truth of it is, we Govern our Lives by Fancy, rather than by judgement. We Mistake the Reasons of Things, and Impute the Issue of them to Wrong Causes. So that the Lesson given us here, is Preceptive to us, not to do any thing but upon due Consideration. The Wenches killed the Cock for calling them up so soon, whereas the Crowing of the Cock was the Cause, in Truth, that they were called up no sooner.    

FAB. CCX. A lion and a Goat.  
A lion spied a Goat upon the Crag of a High Rock, and so called out to him after this Manner: Hadst not thou better come Down now, says the lion, into This Delicate Fine Meadow? Well, says the Goat, and so perhaps I would, if it were not for the lion that's there Before me: But I'm for a Life of Safety, rather than for a Life of Pleasure. Your Pretence is the Filling of My Belly with Good Grass; but your business is the Cramming of your Own Guts with Good Goats-Flesh: So that 'tis for your Own Sake, not Mine, that you'd have me come down.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Trusting to the Formal Civilities and Invitations of an Enemy, and his Reasonings are but Snares when he pretends to Advise us for our Good.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that Advises Another to his Own Advantage, may be very Reasonably Suspected to give council for his Own Ends. It may so fall Out, 'tis True, as to be Profitable for Both: But all Circumstances would be Well examined in such a Case before we Trust. This is the Song of your Men of Prey, as well as of your Beasts of Prey, when they Set up for the Good of the Goats and the Common People. How many Fine Things have we had told us in the Memory of Man, upon the Subject of our Liberties, Properties, and Religion, and the Delivering of us from the Fears and jealousies of Idolatry, and Arbitrary Power! And what was the Fruit of All This in the End, but Vision and Romance on the Promising Hand, and an Exchange of Imaginary Chains, for Real Locks and Bolts, on the Other: But Aesop's Beasts saw further into a millstone than our Mobile: And that the lion's Invitation of the Goat from the Rocks into the Fool's Paradise of a Delicate Sweet Meadow, signified no more in Plain English, then Come down that I may Eat ye.    

FAB. Ccxi A Uultur's Invitation.  
THE vulture took up a Fit of very Good Humour once, and Invited the Whole Nation of the Birds to make Merry with him, upon the Anniversary of his birthday. The Company came; The vulture shuts the Doors upon them, and Devours his Guests instead of Treating them.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Meddling with any Man that has neither Faith, Honour, nor Good Nature in him.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Dangerous Trusting to specious Pretexts of Civility and Kindness, where People are not well assured of the Faith and Good Nature of Those they have to do withal; In which case, the Butchery, and the Breach of Hospitality Represented in This Fable, under a Masque of Friendship, was no more, then what might Reasonably enough be Expected under such Circumstances. There are Men of Prey as well as Beasts and Birds of Prey, and for Those that Live upon, and Delight in blood, there's no Trusting of them: for let them pretend what they will, they Govern themselves, and take their Measures according to their Interests, and Appetites. 'Tis a Hard Case yet, for Men to be forced upon Ill Nature, in their Own Defence, and to suspect the Good Faith of Those, that give us All the Protestations and Assurance of Friendship, and Fair Dealing that One Man can give Another. Nay the very Suspicion is an Affront, and almost sufficient to authorise some sort of Revenge. He that Violates the Necessary Trust and Confidence that One Man ought to Repose in Another, does what in Him lies, to Dissolve the very Bond of Humane Society; for there's no Treachery so Close, so Sure, and so Pernicious, as That which Works under a Veil of Kindness. We set toils, Nets, Gins, Snares, and Traps for Beasts and Birds 'tis True; and we Bait Hooks for Fishes; But All This is done in their Own Haunts, and Walks, and without any Seal of Faith and Confidence in the Matter: but to break the Laws of Hospitality, and Tenderness; To Betray our Guests under our Own Roofs, and to Murder them at our Own Tables; This is a Practice only for Men and vultures to be Guilty of.    

FAB. Ccxii Bustards and Cranes.  
SOme Sports-men that were abroad upon Game, spied a Company of Bustards and Cranes a Feeding together, and so made in upon 'em as fast their Horses could carry them. The Cranes that were Light, took Wing immediately, and saved themselves, but the Bustards were Taken; for they were Fat, and Heavy, and could not Shift so well as the Other.  

The MORAL.  
Light of Body and Light of Purse, comes much to a Case in Troublesome Times; Only the One saves himself by his Activity, and the Other escapes because he is not worth the Taking.   

REFLECTION.  
CAMERARIUS makes This to be an Emblem of the Taking of a Town, where the Poor escape better than the Rich; for the One is let go, and the Other is plundered and cooped up. But with Favour of the Moralists, it was not at the Fowler's Choice, which to Take, and which to Let go; for the Cranes were too Nimble, and got away inspite of him: So that This fancy seems rather to Point at the Advantages that some have over Others, to make Better shift in the World then their Fellows, by a Felicity of Make, and Constitution, whether of Body or of Mind: Provided always, that they Play Fair, and Manage all Those Faculties with a Strict Regard to Common Honesty and Justice.    

FAB. Ccxiii Jupiter and an Ape.  
JUpiter took a Fancy once to Summon All the Birds and Beasts under the Canopy of Heaven to appear before him with their Brats, and their Little ones, to see which of 'em had the prettiest Children: And who but the Ape to put herself Foremost, with a Brace of her cubs in her Arms, for the Greatest Beauties in the Company.   

FAB. Ccxiu An Eagle and an Owl.  
A Certain Eagle that had a mind to be well served, took up a Resolution of Preferring Those that she found most agreeable, for Person and Address; and so there past an Order of Council for All Her Majesty's Subjects to bring their Children to Court. They came accordingly, and Every One in their Turn was for Advancing their Own: Till at last the Owl fell a Mopping, and Twinkling, and told her Majesty, that if a Gracious mien and Countenance might Entitle any of her Subjects to a Preference, she Doubted not but her Brood would be looked upon in the First Place; for they were as like the Mother, as if they had been spit out of her Mouth. Upon This, the board fell all into a Fit of Laughing, and called Another Cause.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
No body ever saw an ill-favoured 〈◊〉 in the World yet, Man, or Woman, that had not a Good Opinion of its Own Wit and Beauty.   

REFLECTION.  
SELF Love is the Root of All the Vanities that are struck at in These Two Fables, and it is so Natural an Infirmity, that it makes us Partial even to Those that come of us, as well as to ourselves: And then it is so Nicely Divided, betwixt Piety, Pride, and Weakness, that in Many Cases 'tis a hard Matter to Distinguish the One from the Other. 'Tis a Frailty for a Man to Think Better of his Children then they Deserve: But then there is an Impulse of Tenderness, and of Duty, that goes along with it, and there must be some sort of an Esteem in the Case too, for the setting of That inbred Affection at Work. The Difficulty lies in the Moderating of the Matter, and in getting the True Medium betwixt being Wanting to our Own Flesh and Blood, once removed, and Assuming too much to ourselves. Let the Attachment be what it will, we must not suffer our judgements to be either Perverted, Blinded, or Corrupted by any Partiality of Prepossessions whatsoever.  
The Moral here before us, Extends to the Fruits and Productions of the Brain, as well as of the Body; and to Deformities in the matter as well of Understanding, as of Shape. We are Taught here Principally, Two Things; First, how Ridiculous it is for a Man to Dote upon Fops and Buffoons, tho' never so much the Issue of his Own Head and Loins; And yet 2ly. How prove we are to Indulge our Own Errors, Follies and Miscarriages, in Thought, Word, and Deed. The World has Abundance of These Apes and Owls in't: So that Whoever does but look about him, will find so many Living Illustrations of This Emblem, that more Words upon the Subject would be needless.     

THE FABLES OF ANIANUS, etc.  

FAB. CCXV. An Oak and a Willow.  
THere happened a controversy betwixt an Oak and a Willow, upon the Subject of Strength, Constancy and Patience, and which of the Two should have the Preference. The Oak Upbraided the Willow, that it was Weak and Wavering, and gave way to Every Blast. The Willow made no Other Reply, then that the next Tempest should Resolve That Question. Some very little while after This Dispute, it Blew a Violent Storm. The Willow plied, and gave way to the Gust, and still recovered itself again, without receiving any Damage: But the Oak was Stubborn, and chose rather to Break then Bend.  

The MORAL.  
A Stiff and a Stubborn Obstinacy, is not so much Firmness, and Resolution, as wilfulness. A Wise and a Steady Man bends only in the Prospect of Rising again.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are Many Cases, and Many Seasons, wherein, Men must either Bend or Break: But Conscience, Honour, and Good Manners, are first to be Consulted. When a Tree is pressed with a strong Wind, the Branches may Yield, and yet the Root remain Firm. But Discretion is to Govern us, where and when we may be allowed to Temporize, and where, and when not. When Bending or Breaking is the Question, and Men have No Other Choice before them, then either of Complying, or of being Undone; 'tis No easy Matter to Distinguish, Where, When, How, or to What Degree, to Yield to the Importunity of the Occasion, or the Difficulty of the Times. It is a Certain Rule, 'tis true (but a General One) That No Ill is to be done that Good may come of it: Now the Point will be at last. what's Simply Good or Evil; What in the Contemplation; and how far the Intention, or the Probable Consequences of such, or such an Action, may qualify the Case: Taking This Consideration along with us too, that we are under a Great Temptation to be Partial in favour of ourselves, in the Matter of Ease, Profit, or Safety.  
The First Point to be preserved Sacred, and from whence a Man is never to departed, though for the Saving of his Life, Liberty, Popular Credit, or Estate; That First Point, I say, is Conscience. Now All Duties are Matter of Conscience, respectively to the Subject that they are exercised upon; Only with This Restriction, that a Superior Obligation Discharges, or at least Suspends the Force of an Inferior: As to such a Circumstance for the Purpose, such a Degree, or such a Season. Now there are other Niceties also, as of Honour, Decency, and Discretion, Humanity, Modesty, Respect, etc. that Border even upon the Indispensable ties of Religion itself; and though they are Not Matter of Conscience, Simply, and Apart, they are yet so Reductively, with a Regard to Other Considerations: That is to say, though they are Not so in the Abstract, they Become so by Affinity and Connexion: And such Civil Matters they are, as fall within the purlieuses of Religion. There are trials of Men, as well as trials of Trees. Storms or Inundations are the same Thing to the One, that the Iniquity of such or such an Age, or Conjuncture, is to the Other. Now'tis not Courage but Stomach, that makes many People Break, rather than they will bend; even though a Yielding upon That Puntillo (and with a Good Conscience too) might perhaps have saved a State. Fractures Undoubtedly are Dangerous, where the public is to be crushed under the ruin: But yet after All This Descanting, and Modifying upon the Matter, there's no less hazard on the Yielding-side too, then there is on the other. Men may be Stiff and Obstinate, upon a Wrong Ground, and Men may Ply, and Truckle too, upon as False a Foundation. Our Bodies may be forced, but our Minds Cannot: So that Humane Frailty is No Excuse for a Criminal Immorality. Where the Law of God and Nature Obliges me, the Plea of Humane Frailty can Never Discharge me. There's as much Difference betwixt Bending and Sinking, as there is betwixt Breaking and Bending. There must be no Contending with Insuperable Powers on the One Hand, and no Departing from Indispensable Duties on the Other: Nor is it the Part, either of a Christian, or of a Man, to Abandon his Post. Now the Just Medium of This Case lies betwixt the Pride, and the Abjection of the Two extremes. As the Willow, for the Purpose, Bows, and Recovers, and the Resignation is crowned and Rewarded in the Success. The Oak is Stubborn, and Inflexible, and the Punishment of That Stiffness, is One Branch of the Allegory of This Fable.    

FAB. CCXVI. A Fisherman and a Little Fish.  
AS an Angler was at his Sport, he had the Hap to Draw up a very Little Fish from among the Fry. The Poor Wretch begged hearty to be thrown in again; for says he, I'm not come to my Growth yet, and if you'll let me alone till I am Bigger, Your Purchase will turn to a Better Account. Well! says the Man, but I'd rather have a Little Fish in Possession, than a Great One in Reversion.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis Wisdom to take what we May, while 'tis to be Had, even if it were but for Mortality sake.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's no Parting with a Certainty for an Uncertainty. But This Fable is abundantly moralised Elsewhere.    

FAB. CCXVII. An Ant and a Grasshopper.  
AS the aunts were Airing their Provisions One Winter, Up comes a Hungry Grasshopper to 'em, and begs a Charity. They told him that he should have Wrought in Summer, if he would not have Wanted in Winter. Well says the Grasshopper, but I was not Idle neither; for I Sung out the Whole Season. Nay then, said they, You shall even do Well to make a Merry Year on't, and Dance in Winter to the Tune that You Sung in Summer.  

The MORAL.  
A Life of Sloth is the Life of a Brute; but Action and Industry is the business of a Great, a Wise, and a Good Man.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's a Reproof to Men of Sensuality, and Pleasure. The Moral Preaches Industry, and Beats down Sloth, and shows that afterwit is Nothing Worth. It must be an Industrious Youth that provides against the Inconveniencies, and Necessities of Old Age; And He that Fools away the One, must either Beg or Starve in the Other. Go to the Ant thou Sluggard; (says the wiseman) which in Few Words sums up the Moral of This Fable. 'Tis Hard to say of Laziness, or Luxury, whether it be the more Scandalous, or the more Dangerous Evil. The very Soul of the Slothful, does Effectually but lie Drowzing in his Body, and the Whole Man is Totally given up to his Senses: Whereas the Profit and the Comfort of Industry, is Substantial, Firm, and Lasting; The Blessings of Security and Plenty go along with it, and it is never out of Season. What's the Grass-hoppers Entertainment now, but a summer's Song? A Vain. and an Empty Pleasure? Let it be Understood however, that we are not to Pass Avarice upon the World under the Title of Good Husbandry, and Thrift: and under That Cover to Extinguish Charity by not Distributing the Fruits of it. We are in the First Place, to Consult our Own Necessities, but we are Then to Consider in the Second Place, that the Necessities of our Neighbours have a Christian Right to a Part of what we have to Spare. For the Common Offices of Humanity, are as much Duties of Self-Preservation, as what Every Individual Contributes to it's Own wellbeing. It is in short, the Great Interest and Obligation of Particulars, to Advance the Good of the Community.  
The Stress of This Moral lies upon the Preference of Honest Labour to Idleness; and the Refusal of Relief on the One Hand, is intended only for a Reproof to the Inconsiderate Loss of Opportunity on the Other. This does not Hinder yet, but that the aunts, out of their Abundance, aught to have relieved the Grasshopper in her Distress, though 'twas her Own Fault that brought her to't: For if One Man's Faults could Discharge Another Man of his Duty, there would be no longer any Place left for the Common Offices of Society. To Conclude, We have our Failings, Every mother's Child of us, and the Improvidence of my Neighbour must not make Me inhuman. The Ant did well to Reprove the Grasshopper for her Slothfulness; but she did Ill then to refuse her a Charity in her Distress.    

FAB. CCXVIII. A Bull and a Goat.  
A Bull that was Hard pressed by a lion, ran directly toward a Goat-Stall, to Save Himself. The Goat made Good the Door, and Head to Head Disputed the Passage with him. Well! says the Bull, with Indignation, If I had not a more Dangerous Enemy at my Heels, than I have Before me, I should soon Teach you the Difference betwixt the Force of a Bull, and of a Goat.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis no Time to Stand Quarrelling with Every Little Fellow, when Men of Power are Pursuing us upon the Heel to the very Death.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is Matter of Prudence, and Necessity; for People in many Cases to put up the Injuries of a Weaker Enemy, for fear of Incurring the Displeasure of a Stronger. Baudoin fancies the Bull to be the Emblem of a Man in Distress, and the Goat Insulting over him; and Moralizes upon it after This Manner. [There's Nothing that a Courtier more Dreads and Abhors, than a Man in Disgrace; and he is presently made All the Fools and Knaves in Nature upon't: For He that's Unfortunate is Consequently Guilty of All manner of Crimes.] He Applies This Character to those that Persecute Widows and Orphans, and Trample upon the Afflicted; though not without some Violence Methinks, to the Genuine Intent of This Figure; for the Goat was only Passive; and his business was, without any Insolence, or Injustice, to Defend his freehold    

FAB. Ccxix A Nurse and a wolf.  
AS a wolf was Hunting up and down for his Supper, he passed by a Door where a Little Child was Bawling, and an Old Woman Chiding it. Leave your Vixen-Tricks, says the Woman, or I'll throw ye to the wolf. The wolf overheard her, and Waited a pretty While, in hope the Woman would be as good as her Word; but No Child coming, away goes the wolf for That Bout. He took his Walk the Same Way again toward the Evening, and the Nurse he found had changed her Note; for she was Then Muzzling, and Cokesing of it. That's a Good Dear, says she, If the wolf comes for My Child, We'll even Beat his Brains out. The wolf went Muttering away upon't. There's No Meddling with People, says he, that say One Thing and Mean Another.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis Fear more than Love that makes Good Men, as well as Good Children, and when Fair Words, and Good council will not Prevail upon us, we must be Frighted into our Duty.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Heart and Tongue of a Woman are commonly a Great way asunder. And it may bear Another Moral; which is, that 'tis with Froward Men, and Froward Factions too, as 'tis with Froward Children, They'll be sooner Quieted by Fear, and Rough Dealing, then by any Sense of Duty or Good Nature. There would be no Living in This World without Penal Laws, and Conditions. And Do or Do not, This or That at your Peril, is as Reasonable, and Necessary in Families as it is in Governments. It is a Truth Imprinted in the Hearts of All Mankind, that the Gibbets, Pillories, and the Whipping-Posts make more Converts then the Pulpits: As the Child did more here for fear of the wolf, then for the Love of the Nurse.    

FAB. CCXX. An Eagle and a Tortoise.  
A Tortoise was thinking with himself, how irksome a sort of Life it was, to spend All his Days in a Hole, with a a House upon his Head, when so many Other Creatures had the Liberty to Divert Themselves in the Free, Fresh Air, and to Ramble about at Pleasure. So that the humour took him One Day, and he must needs get an Eagle to Teach him to Fly. The Eagle would fain have put him off, and told him 'twas a Thing against Nature, and Common Sense; but (according to the Freak of the Wilful Part of the World) the More the One was Against it, the More the Other was For it: And when the Eagle saw that the Tortoise would not be said Nay, she took him up a matter of Steeple-high into the Air, and there turned him lose to shift for Himself. That is to say; she dropped him down, Squab upon a Rock, that dashed him to Pieces.  

The MORAL.  
Nothing can be either Safe, or Easy that's Unnatural.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS shows us, how Unnatural a Vanity it is, for a Creature that was Made for One Condition, to Aspire to Another. The Tortoise's Place was upon the Sands, not among the Stars; and if he had kept to his Station, he would have been in No Danger of Falling. Many a Fool has Good council offered him, that has not either the Wit, or the Grace to Take it; and his wilfulness commonly Ends in his ruin.  
Every thing in Nature has its Appointed Place, and Condition, and there's No putting a Force upon any thing, contrary to the bias and Intent of its Institution. What business has a Tortoise among the Clouds? Or why may not the Earth itself as well Covet a Higher Place, as any Creature that's confined to't? It is, in short, a Silly, an Extravagant, and in Truth, so Impious a Fancy, that there can hardly be a Greater Folly then to Wish, or but so much as to Suppose it: But there's an Ambition in Mean Creatures, as well as in Mean Souls. So many Ridiculous Upstarts as we find Promoted in the World, we may Imagine to be so many Tortoises in the Air; and when they have fluttered there a While, like Paper-Kites, for the Boys to stare at, He that took them up, grows either ashamed, or Weary of them, and so lets them Drop again; and, with the Devil Himself, even leaves them where he found them. This may serve to put a Check to the Vanity and Folly of an Unruly Ambition; that's Deaf, not only to the Advice of Friends, but to the counsels and Monitions of the very Spirit of Reason itself: For Flying without Wings is All one with Working without Means. We see a Thousand Instances in the World, Every jot as Ridiculous as This in the Fable. That is to say of Men that are Made for One Condition, and yet Affect Another. What Signifies the Fiction of Phaeton in the Chariot of the Sun? The Frog vying Bulk with an ox; or the Tortoise Riding upon the Wings of the Wind; but to Prescribe Bounds and Measures to our Exorbitant Passions; and at the same time, to show us upon the Issue that All Unnatural Pretensions are Attended with a Certain ruin?    

FAB. CCXXI. An Old Crab and a Young.  
CHild, (says the Mother) You must Use yourself to Walk straight, without Skewing, and Shailing so Every step you set: Pray Mother (says the Young Crab) do but set the Example yourself, and I'll follow ye.   

FAB. CCXXII. The Goose and Gosselin.  
WHY do you go Nodding, and Waggling so like a Fool, as if you were Hipshot? says the Goose to her Gosselin. The Young One tried to Mend it, but can not; and so the Mother tied Little Sticks to her Legs, to keep her Upright: But the Little One complained then, that she could neither Swim, nor Dabble with 'em. Well, says the Mother, Do but hold up your Head at least. The Gosselin endeavoured to do That too; but upon the Stretching out of her Long Neck, she complained that she could not see the Way before her: Nay then, says the Goose, if it will be no Better, even carry your Head and your Feet, as your Elders have done before ye.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
Ill Examples Corrupt even the Best Dispositions, but we must Distinguish betwixt Natural and Moral Actions.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is Time Lost to Advise Others to do what we either Do not, or Cannot do ourselves. There's no Crossing of Nature; but the Best way is to rest Contented with the Ordinary Condition of Things. 'Tis but so much Labour thrown away, to Attempt the Altering of Instincts, or the Curing of Ill Habits.  
Example Works a great Deal more than Precept; for Words without Practice, are but counsels without Effect. When we Do as we say, 'tis a Confirmation of the Rule; but when our Lives and Doctrines do not Agree, it looks as if the Lesson were either too Hard for us, or the Advice, not worth the While to Follow. We should see to Mend our Own Manners, before we Meddle to Reform our Neighbours, and not Condemn Others for what we do ourselves: Especially where they follow the Nature of their Kind, and in so doing, Do as they Ought to do. Let Every thing Move, March, and Govern itself, according to the Proper Disposition of the Creature; for it would be Every Jot as Incongruous, for a Crab to Walk like a Man, as for a Man to Walk like a Crab. This may be applied to the Lessons that are given us for the Ordering of our Lives and Families. But above All Things, Children should not be betrayed into the Love and Practice of any thing that is Amiss, by Setting Evil Examples before them; for their talon is only Imitation; and 'tis Ill Trusting mimics in such a Case, without a judgement to Distinguish.  
This Allegory may pass for a very Good Lecture to Governors, Parents, and Tutors, to behave themselves Reverently both in Word and Deed, before their Pupils, with a kind of Awful Tenderness for the Innocency and Simplicity of Youth. For Examples of Vices, or Weaknesses, have the same Effect upon Children, with Examples of virtue; Nay it holds in public too as well as in Private, that the Words and Actions of our Superiors have the Authority and Force of a Recommendation. Regis ad Exemplum, is so True, that 'tis Morally Impossible to have a Sober People under a Mad Government. For where Lewdness is the Way to Preferment, Men are Wicked by Interest, as well by Imitation: But to Return to the Stress of the Fable, Let a Goose Walk like a Goose, and leave Nature to do her Own business her Own Way.    

FAB. Ccxxiii The Sun and the Wind.  
THere happened a Controversy betwixt the Sun and the Wind, which was the Stronger of the Two; and they put the Point upon This Issue: There was a Traveller upon the Way, and which of the Two could make That Fellow Quit his Cloak should carry the Cause. The Wind fell presently a Storming, and threw Hail-Shot over and above in the very Teeth of him. The Man Wraps himself up, and keeps Advancing still in spite of the wether: But This Gust in a short Time Blew over; and then the Sun broke out, and fell to Work upon him with his Beams; but still he Pushes forward, sweeting, and Panting, till in the End he was forced to Quit his Cloak, and lay himself down upon the Ground in a Cool Shade for his Relief: So that the Sun, in the Conclusion, carried the Point.  

The MORAL.  
Reason and Resolution will Support a Man against All the Violences of Malice and Fortune; but in a Wallowing Qualm, a Man's Heart and Resolution fails him, for want of Fit Matter to Work upon.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Part of Good Discretion in All Contests, to Consider over and over, the Power, the Strength, and the Interest of our Adversary; and likewise again, that though One Man may be more Robust than Another, That Force may be Baffled yet by Skill and Address. It is in the business of Life as it is in a Storm, or a Calm at Sea: The Blast may be Impetuous; but seldom lasts long; and though the Vessel be pressed never so Hard, a Skilful steersman will yet bear up against it: But in a Dead Calm, a Man loses his Spirits, and lies in a Manner exposed, as the Scorn and Spectacle of Ill Fortune.    

FAB. Ccxxiu An Ass in a lion's Skin.  
THere was a Freak took an Ass in the Head, to scour abroad upon the Ramble; and away he goes into the Woods, Masquerading up and down in a Lion's Skin. The World was his Own for a while, and wherever he went, Man and Beast Fled before him: But he had the Hap in the Conclusion, partly by his Voice, and partly by his Ears, to be discovered, and consequently uncased, well laughed at, and well cudgelled for his Pains.  

The MORAL.  
The World abounds in Terrible Fansarons, in the Masque of Men of Honour: But These Braggadocio's are Easy to be Detected; for no Counterfeit of any Good Quality or virtue whatsoever, will abide the Test.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's Nothing more Frequent, or more Ridiculous in the World, then for an Ass to Dress himself up like a lion: A Dunce sets up for a Doctor; a Beggar for a Man of Estate; a Scoundrel for a Cavalier; a Polrcon for a swordman: But Every Fool still has some Mark or other to be Known by, through All Disguises; and the More he takes upon him, the Arranter Sot he makes Himself, when he comes to be unmasqued.  
Every Fool, or fool's Fellow, carries More or Less, in his Face, the Signature of his Manners, though the Character may be much more Legible in some, then in Others; As the Ass was found out by his Voice and by his Ears. Let him keep his Words betwixt his Teeth, and he may pass Muster perhaps for a Man of some Sense; but if he comes to Open once, he's Lost: For Nature never put the Tongue of a Philosopher into the Mouth of a Coxcomb: But however, let him be, in truth, what he Will, he is yet so Conscious of what he Ought to be, that he makes it his Business to pass for what he is not: And in the Matter of counterfeit, it is with Men, as it is with False money: One Piece is more or less Passable than Another, as it happens to have more or less Sense, or Sterling in the Mixture. One General Mark of an Impostor is This; That he outdoes the Original; As the Ass here in the Lyon-skin, made Fifty times more Clutter then the lion would have done in his Own; And Himself Fifty times the more Ridiculous for the Disguise.  
If a Man turn his Thoughts now from This Fancy in the forest, to the Sober Truth of Daily Experience in the World, he shall find Asses in the Skins of Men, Infinitely more Contemptible than This Ass in the Skin of a lion. How many Terrible Asses have we seen in the Garb of Men of Honour! How many Insipid, and Illiterate Fops, that take upon them to Retail politics, and sit for the Picture of Men of State! How many Iudas' with Hail Master in their Mouths! How many Church-Robbers that writ themselves Reformers! In One Word, Men do Naturally love to bethought Greater, Wiser, Holier, Braver, and Juster than they Are; and in fine, Better qualified in All Those Faculties that may give them Reputation among the People, than we find 'em to be.  
The Moral of This Fable Hits all sorts of Arrogant Pretenders, and runs Effectually into the Whole business of Humane Life. We have it in the very Cabinets, and counsels of State, the Bar, the Bench, the Change, the Schools, the Pulpits; All Places, in short, are full of Quacks, Jugglers and Plagiaries, that set up for Men of Quality, Conscience, Philosophy, and Religion. So that there are Asses with Short Ears, as well as with Long, and in Robes of Silk and Dignity, as well as in Skins of Hair. In Conclusion, An Ass of the Long Robe, when he comes once to be Detected, looks Infinitely Sillier, than he would have done in his own Shape: Neither is Aesop's Ass laughed at here for his Ears, or for his Voice, but for his Vanity, and Pretence; for tother is but according to his own Kind and Nature; and Every thing is Well and Best, while it Continues to be as God made it.    

FAB. Ccxxu. A Fox and a Worm.  
A Worm put forth his Head out of a dunghill, and made Proclamation of his Skill in physic. Pray, says the Fox, Begin with your Own Infirmities before you Meddle with other people's.  

The MORAL.  
Physician Cure thyself.   

REFLECTION.  
SAYING and Doing are Two Things. Physician Cure thyself, Preaches to us upon This Fable. Every Man does Best in his own Trade, and the cobbler is not to go beyond his Last. We have of These Dunghil-Pretenders, in All Professions, and but too many of them that Thrive upon their Arrogance. If This Worm had met with an Ass to Encourage his Vanity, instead of a Fox to Correct it, he might have been advanced to a Doctor of the College perhaps: Or to some more Considerable Post of Honour, either in Church or State.    

FAB. CCXXVI. A Cursed Dog.  
THere was a very Good House-Dog, but so Dangerous a Cur to Strangers, that his Master put a Bell about his Neck, to give People Notice beforehand when he was a Coming. The Dog took this Bell for a Particular Mark of his Master's Favour, till One of his Companions showed him his Mistake. You are Mightily Out (says he) to take This for an Ornament, or a Token of Esteem, which is in truth, no Other than a Note of Infamy set upon you for your Ill Manners.  

The MORAL.  
This may serve for an Admonition to Those that make a Glory of the Marks of their Shame, and Value themselves upon the Reputation of an Ill-Character.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Bad World, when the Rules and Measures of Good and Evil, are either Inverted, or Mistaken; and when a Brand of Infamy passes for a Badge of Honour. But the Common People do not Judge of Vice or virtue, by the Morality, or the Immorality of the Matter, so much as by the Stamp that is set upon't by Men of precedent and Figure. What's more Familiar than an Ostentation of Wickedness, where Impiety has the Reputation of virtue? As in the Excesses of Wine, and Women, and the Vanity of bearing up against all the Laws of God and Man. When Lewdness comes once to be a Fashion, it has the Credit in the World that other Fashions have; as we see Many times an Affectation even of Deformity itself, where some Exemplary Defect has brought that Deformity to be a Mode. The Fancy of This Dog was somewhat like the French woman's Freak, that stood up for the Honour of her Family: Her Coat was quartered, she said, with the Arms of France; which was so far True, that she had the Flower-de-Luce stamped, we must not say Branded upon her Shoulder.    

FAB. CCXXVII. Two Friends and a Bear.  
TWO Friends that were Travelling together, had the Fortune to Meet a Bear upon the Way. They found there was no Running for't. So the One Whips up a Tree, and the Other throws himself Flat with his Face upon the Ground. The Bear comes directly up to Him, Muzzles, and Smells to him, puts his Nose to his Mouth, and to his Ears, and at last, taking for Granted that 'twas only a carcase, there he leaves him. The Bear was no sooner gone, but Down comes his Companion, and asked him, what it was the Bear whispered him in the Ear. He bade me have a Care, says he, how I keep Company with those, that when they find themselves upon a Pinch, will leave their Friends in the Lurch.  

The MORAL.  
Every Man for Himself, and God for us All.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable has in a Few Words a Great many Useful, and Instructive Morals. The Man upon the Tree Preaches to us upon the Text of [Charity gins at Home] According to the False and Perverse Practice of the World when their Companions are in Distress. The Bear passes a judgement upon the Abandoning of a Friend in a Time of Need, as an Offence both to Honour and virtue; And moreover, Cautions us, above All Things, to have a Care what Company we keep. There's no Living in This World without Friendship; No Society; No Security without it; Beside that the Only trial of it is in Adversity. And yet nothing Commoner in times of Danger, then for statesmen, swordmen, churchmen, Law-men, and intruth, all sorts of Men, more or less, to leave their Masters, Leaders, or Friends, to Bears and tigers; show them a Fair pair of Heels for't, and cry, The Devil Take the Hindmost.    

FAB. CCXXVIII. A horseman's Whig Blown off.  
THere was a horseman had a Cap on with a False Head of Hair tacked to't. There comes a Puff of Wind, and Blows off Cap and Whig together. The People made sport he saw with his Bald Crown, and so very fairly he put In with them to Laugh for Company. Why Gentlemen (says he) would you have me keep other people's Hair Better than I did my Own?  

The MORAL.  
Many a Man would be Extremely Ridiculous, if he did not Spoil the jest by Playing upon Himself first.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Turn of Art, in many Cases, either of Deformity, or Mischance, where a Man lies open to a Reproach to Anticipate an Abuse, and to make Sport with Himself first. A Man may be shamefaced, and a Woman, Modest, to the Degree of Scandalous. I knew a Lady had one of the most Bashful, Scrupulous Persons to her Daughter that ever was Born. Well, says she, I am mightily afraid, This Girl will prove a Whore; for she is so Infinitely Modest, that in my Conscience if any Man should ever Ask her the Question, she would not have the Face to Deny him. A Frank Easie way of Openness and candour agrees Best with All Humours; and He that's Over-solicitous to Conceal a Thing, does as good as make Proclamation of it. Wherefore the horseman here Laughed first; and so Prevented the jest.    

FAB. CCXXIX. Two Pots.  
THere were Two Pots that stood near One Another by the Side of a River, the One of Brass, and the other of Clay. The water overflowed the Banks, and carried them Both away: The Earthen Vessel kept Aloof from tother as much as Possible. Fear Nothing, says the Brass Pot, I'll do you No Hurt: No, No, says tother, not willingly; but if we should happen to Knock by Chance, 'twould be the same Thing to Me: So that You and I shall never do well together.  

The MORAL.  
Unequal Fellowships and Alliances are Dangerous. Not but that Great and Small, Hard, and Brittle, Rich and Poor, may sort Well enough together so long as the Good Humour Lasts; but wherever there are Men there will be Clashing some time or other, and a Knock, or a Contest spoils All.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE can be no True Friendship, properly so called but betwixt Equals. The Rich and the Poor, the Strong and the Weak will never agree together: For there's Danger on the One side, and None on the Other, and 'tis the Common Interest of All Leagues and Societies, to have the Respective Parties Necessary to One Another. And there needs no Ill Will, or Malice neither, to do the Mischief, but the Disparity, or Disproportion Alone is enough to do the Work. The same Quantity of Wine that makes One Man Drunk, will not Quench Another Man's Thirst. The same expense that breaks One Man's Back is not a Flea-biting to Another: Wherefore, Men should sort themselves with their Equals; for a Rich Man that Converses upon the Square with a Poor Man, shall as certainly undo him, as a Brass Pot shall break an Earthen One, if they Meet and Knock together.    

FAB. CCXXX. Good Luck and Bad Luck.  
THere was a Middling sort of a Man that was left well enough to pass by his Father, but could never think he had enough, so long as any Man had more. He took Notice what Huge Estates many Merchants got in a very short Time; and so Sold his Inheritance, and betook himself to a way of traffic and Commerce. Matters succeeded so Wonderfully well with him, that Every body was in Admiration to see how Mighty Rich he was grown all on a Sudden. Why Ay, says he, This 'tis for a Man to Understand his business; for I have done All This by my Industry. It would have been well if he had stopped there: But Avarice is Insatiable, and so he went Pushing on still for More; till, what by Wrecks, Bankrupts, pirates, and I know not how many other Disappointments, One upon the Neck of Another, he was reduced in Half the Time that he was a Rising, to a Morsel of Bread. Upon These Miscarriages, People were at him over, and over again, to know how This came About. Why says he, My damned Fortune would have it so. Fortune happened to be at That Time within Hearing, and told him in his Ear, that he was an Arrogant, Ungrateful Clown; to Charge Her with All the Evil that Befell him, and to take the Good to Himself.   

FAB. CCXXXI. A countryman and Fortune.  
AS a Labourer was at his Work a Digging, he chaps his Spade upon a Pot of Money; Takes it up, Blesses the Place where he found it, and away he goes with his Treasure. It so fell out, that Fortune Saw and herd All that Past, and so she called out to him upon the Way. Hark ye Friend, says she; You are very Thankful, I perceive, to the Place where you found This Money; but 'tis the jade Fortune, I warrant ye, that's to be clawed away for't: if you should happen to Lose it again. Pray tell me now why should not you Thank Fortune for the One, as well as Curse her for the Other.   

FAB. CCXXXII. An Old UUoman and the Devil.  
'TIS a Common Practice, when People draw Mischiefs upon their Own Heads, to cry, the Devil's in't, and the Devil's in't. Now the Devil happened to spy an Old Woman upon an appletree. Look ye (says he) You shall see that beldame Catch a Fall there by and by, and Break her Bones, and then say 'twas all long of me. Pray Good People will you bear me Witness, that I was None of her Adviser. The Woman got a Tumble, as the Devil said she would, and there was she at it. The Devil Ought her a Shame, and the Devil put her upon't: But the Devil cleared himself by sufficient Evidence that he had no Hand in't at all.   

FAB. CCXXXIII. A Boy and Fortune.  
THere was a Boy fast asleep upon the very Brink of a River. Fortune came to him, and waked him. Child, says she, prithee get up, and go thy ways, thou'lt Tumble in and be drowned else, and then the Fault will be laid upon Me.  

The Moral of the Four Fables Above.  
We are apt to Ascribe our Successes in This World, and to Impute our Misfortunes, to Wrong Causes. We Assume the One to ourselves, and Charge the Other upon Providence.   

REFLECTION.  
THESE Four Fables run upon the same bias; That is to say, the Moral is a Lash at the Vanity of Arrogating That to ourselves, which succeeds Well, and the Ingratitude of making Providence the Author of Evil, which seldom escapes without a judgement in the tail on't. But our Hearts are so much set upon the Value of the Benefits we receive, that we never Think of the Bestower of them, and so our acknowledgements are commonly paid to the Second Hand, without any Regard to the Principal. We run into Mistakes, and Misfortunes, of our Own Accord; and then when we are once hampered, we lay the Blame of our Own Faults and Corruptions upon Others. This is much the Humour of the World too in Common business. If any thing Hits, we take it to ourselves; if it Miscarries, we shuffle it off to our Neighbours. This Arises, partly from Pride, and in part from a Certain cankered Malignity of Nature. Nay rather than Impute our Miscarriages and Disappointments to our Own Corruptions, or Frailties, we do not Stick to Arraign Providence itself, though under Another Name, in all our Exclamations against the Rigour, and the Iniquity of Fortune. Now This Fortune in the Fable, is Effectually, God Himself, in the Moral. We are apt to Value ourselves upon our Own Strength and Abilities, and to Entitle Carnal Reason to the very Works of Grace: And where any thing goes Wrong with us, we lay our Faults, as we do our Bastards, at Other people's Doors. This or That was not well done, we say, but alas it was none of our Fault. We did it by Constraint, Advice, Importunity, or the Authority perhaps of Great Examples, and the Like. At This rate do we Palliate our Own Weaknesses and Corruptions, and at the same Rate do We likewise Assume to ourselves Other people's Merits. The Thing to be done, in fine, is to Correct the Arrogance of Claiming to ourselves the Good that does not belong to us on the One Hand, and of Imputing to our neighbours the Ill that they are not Guilty of, on the Other. This is the Sum of the Doctrine that's Pointed at in the Case and Custom of Dividing our Miscarriages betwixt Fortune and the Devil.    

FAB. CCXXXIV. A Peacock and a Crane.  
AS a Peacock and a Crane were in Company together, the Peacock spreads his Tail, and Challenges the Other, to show him such a Fan of Feathers. The Crane, upon This, Springs up into the Air, and calls to the Peacock to fellow him if he could. You Brag of your Plumes, says he, that are Fair indeed to the Eye, but no way Useful or Fit for any manner of Service.  

The MORAL.  
Heaven has provided not only for our Necessities, but for our Delights and Pleasures too; but still the Blessings that are most Useful to us, must be preferred before the Ornaments of Beauty.   

REFLECTION.  
NO Man is to be despised for any Natural Infirmity, or Defect; for Every Man has something or other in him of Good too, and That which One Man Wants, Another Has. And it is all according to the Good Pleasure of Providence. Nature is pleased to Entertain herself with Variety. Some of her Works are for Ornament, others for the Use and Service of Mankind. But they have All Respectively, their Proprieties, and their virtues; for she does nothing in Vain. The Peacock Values himself upon the Gracefulness of his Train. The Crane's Pride is in the Rankness of her Wing: Which are only Two Excellencies in several kind's. Take them apart, and they are Both Equally Perfect: but Good Things Themselves have their Degrees, and That which is most Necessary and Useful, must be allowed a Preference to the Other.    

FAB. CCXXXV. A tiger and a Fox.  
AS a Huntsman was upon the chase, and the Beasts flying before him; Let Me alone, says a tiger, and I'll put an end to This War myself: At which Word, he Advanced toward the Enemy in his Single Person. The Resolution was no sooner Taken, but he found himself Struck through the Body with an Arrow. He fastened upon it presently with his Teeth, and while he was Trying to Draw it out, a Fox asked him, from what Bold Hand it was that he received This Wound. I know Nothing of That, says the tiger, but by the Circumstances, it should be a Man.  

The MORAL.  
There's No Opposing Brutal Force to the Stratagems of Humane Reason.   

REFLECTION.  
BOLDNESS without Counsel, is no better than an Impetus, which is commonly Worsted by Conduct and Design. There's No Man so Daring but some time or Other he Meets with his Match. The Moral, in short, holds forth This Doctrine, that Reason is too Hard for Force; and that Temerity puts a Man off his Guard. 'Tis a High Point of Honour, Philosophy and virtue, for a Man to be so Present to Himself as to be always Provided against All Encounters, and Accidents whatsoever; but This will not Hinder him from Enquiring Diligently into the Character, the Strength, Motions, and Designs of an Enemy. The tiger lost his Life for want of This Circumspection.    

FAB. CCXXXVI. A lion and Bulls.  
THere was a Party of Bulls that Struck up a League to Keep and Feed together, and to be One and All in case of a Common Enemy. If the lion could have Met with any of them Single, he would have done His Work, but so long as they Stuck to This Confederacy, there was No Dealing with them. They fell to Variance at last among Themselves: The lion made his Advantage of it, and then with Great Ease he gained his End.  

The MORAL.  
This is to tell us the Advantage, the Necessity, and the Force of Union; And that Division brings ruin.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Resisting of a Common Enemy; No Maintaining of a Civil Community, without an Union for a Mutual Defence; and there may be also, on the Other Hand, a Conspiracy of Common Enmity and Aggression. There are Cases indeed of Great Nicety that fall under the Topique of the Right and Lawfulness of joining in such Leagues. He that is not Sui juris, must not Enter into any Covenants or Contracts to the Wrong of his Master: But there are Certain Rules of Honesty, and Methods of Government, to Direct us in all Agreements of This Quality. A Thing simply Good in itself, may become Unjust and Unrighteous, under such and such Circumstances. In a Word, the Main Bond of All Bodies and Interests is Union, which is No Other in Effect then a Common Stock of Strength and Counsel joined in One. While the Bulls kept together, they were Safe; but so soon as ever they separated, they became a Prey to the lion.    

FAB. CCXXXVII. A Fir and a Bramble.  
THere goes a Story of a firtree, that in a Vain spiteful Humour, was mightily upon the Pin of Commending itself, and Despising the Bramble. My Head (says the Fir) is advanced among the Stars. I furnish Beams for Palaces. Masts for Shipping: The very Sweat of my Body is a Sovereign Remedy for the Sick and Wounded: Whereas the Rascally Bramble runs creeping in the Dirt, and serves for No Purpose in the World but Mischief. Well, says the Bramble (that overheard all This) You might have said somewhat of your Own Misfortune, and to My Advantage too, if Your Pride and Envy would have suffered you to do it. But pray will you tell me however, when the Carpenter comes next with his Axe into the Wood to Fell Timber, whether you had not rather be a Bramble then a firtree.  

The MORAL.  
Poverty Secures a Man from thiefs, Great and Small: Whereas the Rich, and the Mighty are the Mark of Malice, and Cross Fortune, and still the Higher they Are, the Nearer the Thunder.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE is no State of Life without a Mixture in't of Good and Evil; and the Highest Pitch of Fortune is not without Dangers, Cares, and Fears. This Doctrine is verified by Examples Innumerable, through the Whole History of the World, and that the Mean is Best, both for Body, Mind, and Estate. Pride is not only uneasy, but Unsafe too, for it has the Power and Justice of Heaven, and the Malicious Envy of Men to Encounter at the same Time; and the Axe that Cuts down the Fir, is Rightly moralised in the Stroke of Divine Vengeance, that brings down the Arrogant, while the Bramble Contents itself in its Station: That is to say; Humility is a virtue, that never goes without a Blessing.    

FAB. CCXXXVIII. A Covetous Man and an Envious.  
THere was a Covetous, and an Envious Man, that joined in a Petition to Jupiter, who very Graciously ordered Apollo to tell them that their Desire should be Granted at a Venture; provided only, that whatever the One asked, should be Doubled to the Other. The Covetous Man, that thought he could never have enough, was a good While at a Stand: Considering, that let him Ask Never so much, the Other should have Twice as much: But he came however by Degrees, to Pitch upon One Thing after Another, and his Companion had it Double. It was now the Envious Man's turn to Offer up His Request, which was, that One of his Own Eyes might be put out, for his Companion was then to lose Both.  

The MORAL.  
Avarice and Envy are Two of the most Diabolical, and Insociable Vices under Heaven. The One Assumes All to itself, and the Other Wishes Every bit its Neighbour Eats may choke him.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are some Pestilent Humours and Froward Natures, that Heaven itself has much ado to please. Envy Places its Happiness in the Misery and Misfortune of Others; and Avarice is never to be pleased, unless it can get All to itself. They may seem to be nearer akin then in truth they Are, though the One is seldom or never to be found without the Other. The Best Use of This Application, is to Possess us with a True Sense of the restlessness of these Two Passions; and Consequently to make Those Weaknesses Odious to ourselves, that are so Troublesome to the World; and in truth, no Better than the Common Pest of Mankind.    

FAB. CCXXXIX. A Crow and a Pitcher.  
A Crow that was extreme Thirsty, found a Pitcher with a Little Water in't, but it lay so Low he could not come at it. He tried first to Break the Pot, and then to Over-turn it, but it was both too Strong, and too Heavy for him. He Bethought Himself However of a Device at last that did his business; which was, by Dropping a great many Little Pebbles into the Water, and Raising it That Way, till he had it within Reach.  

The MORAL.  
There is a Natural logic in Animals, over and above the Instinct of their kind's.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Kind of a School Question that we find started in This Fable, upon the Subject of Reason and Instinct: And whether This Deliberative Proceeding of the Crow was not rather a Logical Agitation of the Matter, than the Bare Analogy, as we call it, of a Simple Impulse. It will be Objected, that we are not to Draw Conclusions from the Fictions of a Case, but whoever Consults his Experience, may satisfy Himself in many Instances that come up to This Supposition. We are also taught, that what we cannot Compass Directly, by the Force of Natural Faculties, may be brought to pass many times by Art and Invention.    

FAB. CCXL. A lion and a Man.  
THere was a Gontroversie Started betwixt a lion and a Man, which was the Braver, and the Stronger Creature of the Two. why look ye, says the Man (after a Long Dispute) we'll Appeal to That Statue there, and so he showed him the Figure of a Man Cut in Stone, with a lion under his Feet. Well! says the lion, if We had been brought up to Painting and Carving, as You are, where you have One lion under the Feet of a Man, you should have had Twenty Men under the Paw of a lion.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis against the Rules of Common justice for Men to be judges in their Own Case.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Fancies of Poets, Painters, and Gravers, are No Evidences of Truth; for People are Partial in their Own Cases, and Every Man will make the Best of his Own Tale. 'Tis against Common Equity for the same People to be both Parties and Judges, and That's the Case here betwixt the Man and the lion. Now the lion is much in the Right, that Characters, Pictures, and Images, are All as the Painter, the Carver, or the Statuary pleases; and that there's a Great Difference betwixt a Flight of Fancy, and the History of Nature. 'Tis much Easier for a Man to make an Ass of a lion upon a Pedestal, then in a forest; and where it lies at his Choice, whether the Giant shall Kill the Squire, or the Squire the Giant. Argument is not the Work of the Chissel; neither does the Design of the Artist conclude the Truth of the Fact: But there is somewhat Heroical yet in the Imagination, though the Piece was never Drawn from the Life.    

FAB. Ccxli A Boy and a Thief.  
A Thief came to a Boy, that was Blubbering by the Side of a well, and asked him what he cried for. Why, says he, the String's Broke here, and I've dropped a Silver Cup into the well. The Fellow presently Strips, and down he goes to search for't. After a while, he comes up again, with his Labour for his Pains, and the Roguy Boy, in the Mean time, was run away with his clothes.  

The MORAL.  
Some thiefs are Ripe for the Gallows sooner than Others.   

REFLECTION.  
IT must be a Diamond that Cuts a Diamond, and there is No Pleasanter Encounter than a trial of Skill betwixt a Couple of Sharpers to Over-reach one Another. The Boy's beginning so Early, tells us that there are Cheats by a Natural Propensity of Inclination as well as by a Corruption of Manners. It was Nature that taught This Boy to Shark; not Discipline, or Experience. And so it was with Two Ladies that I have known (and Women of Plentiful Fortunes too) they could not for their Bloods keep themselves Honest of their Fingers, but would still be Nimming something or other for the very Love of Thieving. 'Tis an Unhappy Thing, that the Temperament of the Body should have such an Influence upon our Manners, according to the Instance of the Boy in This Fable: For the Morality, or Immorality of the Matter, is not the Whole of the Case.    

FAB. Ccxlii A countryman and an ox.  
A countryman had got a Stubborn ox, that would still be Pushing and Flinging, whenever they went to yoke, or to tie him up. The Man Cuts off his Horns, and puts him to the Plough, and by That Means Secures Himself, both against his Head and his Heels; and in the Mean time, He Himself guides the Plough: But though the ox, when he was thus Shackled and Disarmed, could not either Strike, or Gore him, he made a shift yet to throw Dust enough into his Eyes, and his Mouth, almost to Blind, and to choke him.  

The MORAL.  
A Malicious Man may be Bound Hand and Foot, and put out of Condition of doing Mischief, but a Malicious Will is never to be Mastered.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are some Natures so Untractable, that there's No Good to be done upon them by Generosity, Kindness, Artifice, or council, nay the more pains a man takes to Reclaim them, the Worse they are; and when they are put out of Condition to do Mischief by Violence, they will find a Way yet to tease and Plague People with Restless, and Vexatious Importunities. They Love to be Troublesome, and with the Shrew upon the Cucking-stool, when their Mouths are stopped, they'll call Pricklouse still with their very Thumbs.    

FAB. CCXLIII. A Man and a satire.  
THere was a Man and a satire that kept much together. The Man clapped his Fingers one day to his Mouth, and Blew upon 'em. What's That for? (says the satire) why says he, My Hands are extreme Cold, and I do't to warm 'em. The satire, at Another time, found This Man Blowing his Porridge: And pray, says he, What's the Meaning of That now? Oh! says the Man, My Porridge are Hot, and I do't to Cool 'em. Nay, says the satire, if you have gotten a Trick of Blowing Hot and Cold out of the same Mouth, I have even Done with ye.  

The MORAL.  
There's No Conversing with any Man that Carries Two Faces under One Hood.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Moral of this Fable must be Abstracted from the Philosophy of it, and taken in the Sense of carrying Two Faces under One hood. It sets forth, however, the Simplicity of the satire in Not Understanding how Two such Contrary Effects should come from the same Lips: But it was Honestly done in him yet, to Renounce the Conversation of One that he tool for a Double-Dealer; and that could Accommodate himself to make Fair with All Companies, and Occasions, without any regard to Truth, or Justice. It was This Fable that gave Rise to the Old Adage of Blowing Hot and Cold; which is taken for the Mark and Character of a Dissembler.    

FAB. CCXLIV. A countryman and a Boar.  
A countryman took a Boar in his Corn once, and Cut off One of his Ears. He took him a Second Time, and cut off tother. He took him a Third Time, and made a Present of him to his Landlord. Upon the Opening of his Head, they found he had no Brains, and Every body fell a wondering, and Discoursing upon it. Sir, says the Clown, If This Boar had had any Brains, he would have taken the Loss of Both his Ears for a Warning never to come into My Corn again. These Words of the Silly Bumpkin set the whole Company a Laughing.  

The MORAL.  
An Incorrigible Fool that will take no Warning; there's no Hope of him.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Life and Conversation of some Men is so Brutal, as if they had only the Shape, without the Faculties of Reasonable Creatures. What's He better than the Boar in This Fable now, that Abandons himself wholly to his Appetites, and Pleasures; and after so many Repeated pox, and Qualms, One upon the Neck of Another, Drinks and Whores on still, in Despite of all Punishments, and Warnings. The Boar's Intemperance, and the Note upon him afterwards, on the Cutting of him up, that he had no Brains in's Head, may be moralised into the Figure of a Sensual Man, that has neither Grace, nor Knowledge, but runs headlong on to his ruin, without either Conscience, or Consideration.    

FAB. CCXLV. A Bull and a Mouse.  
A Mouse pinched a Bull by the Foot, and then slunk into her Hole. The Bull Tears up the Ground upon't, and Tosses his Head in the Air, looking about, in a Rage, for his Enemy, but sees None. As he was in the Height of his Fury, the Mouse puts out her Head, and Laughs at him. Your Pride (says she) may be brought down I see, for all Your Blustering, and your Horns; for here's a Poor Mouse has got the Better of ye, and You do not know how to Help yourself.  

The MORAL.  
There's no such way of Revenging an Affront upon a Creature that's below an Honest Man's Anger, as Neglect and Contempt.   

REFLECTION.  
NO Man lives without Enemies, and no Enemy is so Despicable, but some time or other he may do a Body a shrewd Turn. 'Tis Prudence to pass over Those Indignities, which are either too Little for our Consideration, or out of our Power to Reach, and Punish. For there's Nothing more Ridiculous, than an Impotent Anger, that spends itself to no manner of Purpose: and there's no Better way of Dealing with it, then to Laugh it Out of Countenance. All Men in the World that we see Transported into Outrages, for small Trivial Matters, fall under the Innuendo of This Bull in the Fable, that ran Tearing Mad for the Pinching of a Mouse.    

FAB. CCXLVI. A countryman and Hercules.  
A Carter that had laid his Wagon Fast in a Slough, stood Gaping and Bawling to as many of the Gods and Goddesses as he could Muster-up, and to Hercules Especially, to Help him out of the Mire. Why ye Lazy Puppy you, says Hercules, lay your Shoulder to the Wheel, and Prick your Oxen first, and Then's your Time to Pray. Are the Gods to do your Drudgery, d'ye think, and you lie Bellowing with Your Finger in Your Mouth.  

The MORAL.  
Men in Distress must Work as well as Pray, they shall be never the Better else.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is but after the Common Guise of the World, for people when they are put to a Plunge, to cry out to Heaven for Help, without Helping Themselves; whereas Providence Assists No Body that does not put his Own Shoulders to the Work. Prayers without Works, are Nothing Worth, either for Other People, or for ourselves [For Other People] I say, because there is a Double Duty Incumbent upon us in the Exercise of Those Powers, and Abilities, which Providence has given us for the Common Good of Both. There must be the Penny as well as the paternoster. 'Tis not a Bare Lord have Mercy upon us, that will help the Cart out of the Mire, or our Neighbour out of the Ditch, without putting our Hands to the Work. What signifies the Sound of Words in Prayer, without the Affection of the Heart, and a sedulous Application of the Proper Means that may Naturally lead to such an End. This is to say, Body and Soul must go together, in All the Offices of a Christian, as well as of a Civil Life, where there is place for the Exercise of the Faculties of Both.  
There is also a Pompous, and a noisy Devotion, that cries aloud to be heard of Men; which is by so much the more Odious in the sight of God than the Other, as an Hypocritical Affectation of Religion, is Worse than a drowsy Heartlessness of Duty, The Moral of This Fable may be Understood to look Both Ways, but Care must be Taken however, not to let the Scandals of Theatrical Appearances, Divert, or Deter us from the Practice of Holy Offices, within the Bounds of Piety and Good Conscience: after the Example of Those, that set up for Atheists, for fear they should be taken for Enthusiasts. He, in fine, that Made Body and Soul will be served and glorified by Both. Beside that Hercules helps no Body that will not Help himself.    

FAB. Ccxlvii A Hen and Golden Eggs.  
A Certain Good woman had a Hen, that Laid her Golden Eggs, which could not be, she thought, without a Mine in the Belly of her. Upon This Presumption she Cut her up to Search for Hidden Treasure: But upon the Dissection found her just like Other Hens, and that the Hope of Getting more had betrayed her to the Loss of what she had in Possession.  

The MORAL.  
This is the Fate, Folly and Mischief of Vain Desires, and of an Immoderate Love of Riches. Content wants Nothing, and Covetousness brings beggary.   

REFLECTION.  
THEY that would still have more and more, can never have Enough; No, Not if a Miracle should Interpose to Gratify their Avarice; for it makes Men Unthankful to the Highest Degree, not only in General, for the Benefits they Receive, but in particular also to the very Benefactors Themselves. If the Nearest Friend a Covetous Man has in the World, had really a Mine in his Guts, he'd Rip him up to Find it: For his business is to make the Most of what he has, and of what he can get, without any regard to the Course of Providence, or of Nature: And what's the End of All These Unreasonable Desires, but Loss, Sorrow, and Disappointment? The True Intent of This Fable is to Possess us with a Just Sense of the Vanity and Folly of these Craving Appetites. If the Woman could have been Contented with Golden Eggs, she might have kept That Revenue on still; but when Nothing less than the Mine itself would serve her, she lost Hen, Eggs and all.    

FAB. CCXLVIII. An Ape and her Two Brats.  
THERE was an Ape that had Two Twins. She Doted upon One of them, and did not much Care for tother. She took a sudden Fright once, and in a Hurry whips up her Darling under her Arm, and carries the Other a Pick-a-Pack upon her Shoulders. In This Haste and Maze, Down she comes, and beats out her Favourites Brains against a Stone; but That which she had at her Back came off Safe and Sound.  

The MORAL.  
Foundlings are Commonly Unfortunate.   

REFLECTION.  
PARTIALITY in a Parent is commonly Unlucky, if not a little Unnatural, for foundlings are in danger to be made Fools, by the very Error of their Education, and we find it Experimentally that the Children that are least cockered make the Best, and Wisest Men. 'Tis well to be Tender, but to set the Heart too much upon any thing, is what we cannot Justify, either in Religion, or in Reason. I was Saying that Partiality was a little Unnatural too. I do not mean a Partiality of Inclination; for we cannot Command our like, or our Aversions; but I speak of a Partiality that shows itself in a Distinguishing Preference of One to the Other, and therefore what Hankering Dispositions soever we may have, That Fondness should not Ttansport us beyond the Bounds of a Discreet Affection: And Other Circumstances apart, we should no more be Kinder to One Child then to Another, than we are Tender of One Eye more than of the Other; for they are Both our Own Flesh and blood alike. Children are Naturally Jealous, and Envious, and the Quenching of their Spirits so Early, hazards the Damping of them for ever. Beside, that there is no such Fop in Fine, as my Young Master that has the Honour to be a Fool of his Lady Mothers Making. She Blows him up with a Conceit of Himself. and there he Stops without ever Advancing One Step further. In short, she makes a Man of him at Sixteen, and a Boy all the Days of his Life after. And what is All This now, but the True Moral of the Ape with her Brats here in the Fable? The Cub that she carried at her Back had the Wit to Shift for itself; but the Other, that she Hugged as the Devil did the Witch, perished in her very Arms.    

FAB. CCXLIX. An ox and a Heifer.  
A Wanton Heifer that had little Else to do then to Frisk up and down in a Meadow, at Ease and Pleasure, came up to a Working ox with a Thousand Reproaches in her Mouth; Bless me, says the Heifer, what a Difference there is betwixt your Coat and Condition, and Mine! Why, What a galled Nasty Neck have we here! Look ye, Mines as Clean as a Penny, and as smooth as Silk I warrant ye. 'Tis a Slavish Life to be yoked thus, and in Perpetual Labour. What would you give to be as Free and as Easy now as I am? The ox kept These Things in his Thought, without One Word in Answer at present; but seeing the Heifer taken up a While after for a Sacrifice: Well Sister, says he, and have not you frisked fair now, when the Ease and Liberty you valued yourself upon, has brought you to This End?  

The MORAL.  
'Tis No New Thing for Men of Liberty and Pleasure, to make Sport with the Plain, Honest Servants of their Prince and Country: But Mark the End on't, and while the One Labours in his Duty with a Good Conscience, the Other, like a Beast, is but Fatting up for the Shambles.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE was never any thing gotten by Sensuality and Sloth, either in Matter of Profit or of Reputation, whereas an Active, Industrious Life, carries not only Credit and Advantage, but a Good Conscience also along with it. The Lazy, the Voluptuous, the Proud, and the Delicate are Struck at in This Fable: Men that Set their Hearts only upon the Present, without either entering into the Reason, or looking forward into the End of Things: Little Dreaming that all this Pomp of Vanity, Plenty, and Pleasure, is but a Fattening of them for the Slaughter. 'Tis the Case of Great and Rich Men in the World; the very Advantages they Glory in are the Cause of their ruin. The Heifer that valued itself upon a Smooth Coat, and a Plump Habit of Body was taken up for a Sacrifice; but the ox that was despised for his Drudgery, and his rawbones, went on with his Work still in the Way of a Safe and an Honest Labour.    

FAB. CCL. A Dog and a lion.  
WHat a Miserable Life dost thou lead, says a Dog to a lion, to run Starving up and down thus in Woods and Deserts, without either Meat, or Ease. I am Fat and Fair you see, and it Costs me neither Labour, nor Pains. Nay, says the lion, you have many a Good bitten no Doubt on't; but then like a Fool you subject yourself to the Clogs and Chains that go along with it: But for my Own Part, let him serve that serve Can, and serve Will, I'll Live and Die Freevill  

The MORAL.  
That Man deserves to be a Slave, that Sacrifices his Liberty to his Appetite.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Moral of This is the Same with That of Dog and Wolf, Fab. 69.    

FAB. CCLI. A River-Fish and a Sea-Fish.  
THere was a Large overgrown Pike that had the Fortune to be carried out to Sea by a Strong Current, and he had there the Vanity to Value himself above All the Fish in the Ocean. We'll refer That (says a Sturgeon) to the judgement of the Market, and see which of the Two Yields the Better Price.  

The MORAL.  
Every Man has his Province assigned him, and none but a madman will pretend to Impose; and to give Laws where he has Nothing to do.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's no Folly like That of Vain Glory, nor any thing more Ridiculous then for a Vain Man to be still Boasting of Himself: For 'tis against All Law and Equity, for a Body to be admitted a Judge in ones Own Case. A second Doctrine may be This (and we find it True by Experience) that Money Governs the World; and that the Market Price is the Measure of the Worth of Men as well as of Fishes: As the Sturgeon left it to the Fish-monger to Determine the Controversy betwixt Him and the Pike.    

FAB. CCLII. A Fox and a Leopard.  
AS a Leopard was Valuing himself upon the Lustre of his Party-colour'd-Skin, a Fox gave him a Jog, and whispered him, that the Beauty of the Mind was an Excellence, Infinitely to be preferred above That of a Painted outside.  

The MORAL.  
A Good Understanding is a Blessing Infinitely beyond All External Beauties.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are Degrees in Good Things. There are Blessings of Fortune, and Those are of the Lowest Rate. The Next above Those Blessings are the Bodily Advantages of Strength, Gracefulness and Health; but the Superlative Blessings, in fine, are the Blessings of the Mind: Fools 'tis true may be allowed to Brag of Foolish Things; but the Leopard's Beauty without the Fox's Wit is no better than a Fop in a Gay Coat.     

THE FABLES OF ABSTEMIUS, etc.  

FAB. CCLIII. Demades the Orator.  
THIS Demades was a very Famous Orator, and taking Notice as he was in the Middle of a Discourse to the People upon a Subject of Great Importance, that their Thoughts were wandering upon Something else, he slipped from his Text into This Digression. Ceres, (says he) a Swallow, and an eel, were Travelling together upon the Way: They came to a River, it seems, and the Swallow flew over it; The eel made a shift to Swim through it;— And there he stopped. Well (says some of the Company) and what became of Ceres? Why (says Demades) The Goddess was mightily Offended, to find so many People in the World that are Deaf to any thing they may be the Better for, and yet have their Ears Open to Fooleries.  

The MORAL.  
People are sooner reclaimed by the Side-Wind of a surprise, then by Downright Admonition and council; for they'll lend an Ear to a Parable when Nothing else will Down with them.   

REFLECTION.  
MEN Mind the Pleasure, and the Satisfaction of a Fancy, or a lose Appetite more than they do Better Things; and they are sooner brought to Themselves, and set Right by the Innuendo of a Parable, then by the Dint of direct Reason. There are many Men that are Infinitely Tender in Point of Honour, and have very little Regard yet upon the Main, to Truth and Equity. Now such People as These are sooner Wrought upon by Shame then by Conscience, when they find themselves fooled and Shamm'd (as we say) into a Conviction. This Fable tells us what we Ought to do in the Case of Attending to Instructive and Profitable Counsels. It tells us also what we are apt to do, in Heark'ning after Fooleries: and losing the Opportunity of Hearing and Learning Better Things. And it shows us in fine, the force of an Allegory betwixt Jest and Earnest; which in such a Case as This, is certainly the most Artificial, Civil, and Effectual Manner of Reproach. I call it a Reproach; for 'tis an Affront to Good Manners as well as to Ordinary Prudence, not to harken to a Man of Authority; That is to say, to the Voice of Wisdom, when she speaks to us out of the Mouth of a Philosopher. Men that have wandering Thoughts at such a Lecture, deserve as well to be whipped, as Boys for Playing at Push-Pin, when they should be Learning their Lesson: Beside, that it is only Another way of calling a Man Fool, when no Heed is given to what he says. Now Demades that Understood both his business, and the Weak side of Humane Nature perfectly Well, never troubled his Head to bring his Auditory to their Wits again by the Force of Dry and Sober Reason; but Circumvented them by a Delicate Figure, into a Curiosity that led them Naturally to a Better Sense of their Interest, and their Duty.    

FAB. CCLIV. A Fox and a hedgehog.  
AESop brought the Samians to their Wits again out of a most Desperate Sedition with This Fable.  
A Fox, upon the Crossing of a River, was forced away by the Current into an Eddy, and there he lay with Whole Swarms of Flies, Sucking and Galling of him. There was a Water hedgehog (we must Imagine) at hand, that in Pure Pity offered to Beat away the Flies from him. No, No, says the Fox, Pray let 'em Alone, for the Flies that are upon me now are even Burstingfull already, and can do me little more Hurt than they have done: But when These are gone once, there will be a Company you shall see of starved Hungry Wretches to take their Places, that will not leave so much as One Drop of Blood in the Whole Body of me.  
Tiberius Caesar made a very Pertinent Application of This Fancy to a Case of his Own. The Question was, whether or no he should cashier some of his Corrupt Governors of Provinces, for Oppressing the People? He gave the World to Understand his Mind by This Fable.  
There was a Man lay Miserably Wounded upon the highway, and Swarms of Flies upon him, Sucking his Sores. A Traveller that was passing by, pitied his Condition, and offered him his Service, in Pure Charity to Drive them away. No, No, says tother, pray let them alone; for when These are gone, I shall have worse in Their Places. This will be the Case of My Subjects if I Change their Governors.  

The MORAL.  
The Force of a Fable.   

REFLECTION.  
IF (says Aesop) You shall once Destroy your Present Governor, that is Full and Wealthy, you must of Necessity choose Others when he is gone, who will be sure to Fill their own Coffers out of What the Other has left ye. This Fable upon the Whole is very Instructive how People should Behave themselves in the Case of maladministration, or Oppression; where there is any Colour to Complain of Cruelty, or Injustice under the Cover of Sovereign Power. The fox's Resolution here is mightily to the Purpose: That is to say, where the Grievance is only the Unrighteous Exercise of a Lawful Authority. The Removal of bloodsuckers that are already as Full as their Skins will hold, serves only to make way for Others that are Greedy and Empty. This is no Redress of the Evil, No, nor so much as a Change; but in Truth an Augmentation of it.  
It is again to be considered, that as Government is Necessary, Sacred, and Unaccountable, so it is but Equal for us to bear the Infelicities of a Male-Exercise of it, as we Enjoy the Blessings of Authority and public Order. There's Nothing Pure that's Sublunary, but somewhat still of Good Blended with the Bad, and of Bad with the Good: And This Natural Mixture runs through the Whole Course and Condition of Humane Affairs. We are not to be either our Own Carvers, or our Own choosers, and the Man puts out his Own Eyes that does not see the Folly, and the Iniquity of Struggling with Insuperable Powers, which is Impious in the Practice, and Miserable in the Conclusion. Where Government is Accounted a Bondage, the Exercise of it shall never fail of being called Persecution or Opprssion: But to put Matters at Worst, Let us for Arguments sake, suppose Pilling and Polling Officers, as busy upon the People as These Flies were upon the Fox: Better bear a Tolerable Present Calamity then Exchange it for a Worse; and the Fox had the Wit rather to suffer the Galling of a Parcel of Flies that were Full already, then by Beating them off, to make way for a New set of Hungry Sharpers that would do him Fifty times the Mischief.    

FAB. Cclu. A Mouse in a chest  
A Mouse that was bred in a Chest, and had lived all her days there upon what the Dame of the House laid up in't, happened one time to drop out over the Side, and to Stumble upon a very Delicious Morsel, as she was Hunting up and down to find her way In again. She had no sooner the Taste of it in her Mouth, but she broke out into Exclamations, what a Fool she had been thus Long, to persuade herself that there was No Happiness in the World but in That Box.  

The MORAL.  
A Contented Mind and a Good Conscience will make a Body Happy wherever he is.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS well to be Content in what Place and Condition soever we are; without being yet so Fond of it as not to be prepared for any Change or Chance that may Befall us. A Good Patriot loves his Own Country Best, but yet in case of Necessity, or a Fair Convenience, the Whole Globe of the Earth is an Honest Man's Country, and he reckons himself at home wherever he is. The Mouse was Well in the Chest; but she found herself Better afterwards in the World, which serves to tell us that we may be Happy in a Private Life, as well as in a public, and that by the Benefit either of a Christian, or a Philosophical Resignation to our Lot, whatever it is, we may be so wherever we are.    

FAB. Cclvi A Husbandman and Ceres.  
A Certain Farmer complained that the Beards of his Corn Cut the Reapers and the Thrashers Fingers sometimes, and therefore he desired Ceres that his Corn might grow hereafter without Beards. The Request was Granted, and the Little Birds Eat up all his Grain. Fool that I was (says he) rather to lose the Support of my Life, then venture the Pricking of my Servants Fingers.  

The MORAL.  
There must be no Resining upon the Works of Providence; for He that thinks to Mend them, Forfeits his Right to the Blessing and Benefit of them.   

REFLECTION.  
NO Man can be perfectly Happy; but if he be either Curious, or Unsteady, he shall Live and Die Craving, and in a Restless Want of something or other that is never to be had. Wherefore we should do well to Weigh our Present Inconveniences against Those that may probably arise in the Future, and not so much as to think of Changing our Condition till we have balanced the Accounts. We may lay down This, in short, for a Rule without any Exception that Nothing but a Fool or a Madman will Wish any thing to be Other then as God has Made it. Let us Reform our Lives, and Mend our Manners, and set Every thing Right at Home first, before we Take upon us to Correct the Works of Providence and Nature. The Husbandman thought Corn would do better without Beards, till he found that according to the Way he went to Work, he should have neither One nor tother.    

FAB. CCLVII. A countryman and a Hawk.  
A Country Fellow had the Fortune to take a Hawk in the Hot Pursuit of a Pigeon. The Hawk Pleaded for herself, that she never did the countryman any Harm, and therefore I hope, says she, that You'll do Me None. Well! says the countryman, and pray what Wrong did the Pigeon ever do you? Now by the Reason of Your own Argument, you must even Expect to be Treated yourself, as You yourself would have Treated This Pigeon.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis good to Think before we Speak, for fear of Condemning ourselves out of our Own Mouths.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable holds forth to us several Morals. Rapine and Injustice, Meet in the End with Violence. One Murderer is killed by Another. Adulterers are paid in kind; and One Wicked Man Punishes Another. It is but according to the Course of the World for the Stronger to Oppress the Weaker, and for thiefs Themselves to Rob one Another: But the more Mighty do well however in Avenging Those that are oppressed by the Less Mighty. And the Fable has This Prospect too, that Princes are as much tied to Vindicate their Subjects Cause as if it were their Own.  
'Tis no News for the Weak and the Poor to be a Prey to the Strong, and the Rich, and the Vindication of the Innocent is no Ill Plea, or Masque for the Oppressing of the Guilty. Birds of Prey are an Emblem of Rapacious Officers. A Superior Power takes away by Violence from Them, That which by Violence they took away from Others: But it falls out too often that the Equity of Restitution is forgotten, after the Execution of the Punishment. Now what is This way of Proceeding, but Drinking the Blood of the Widow and the Orphan at second hand? For He that takes away from a Thief, That which the Thief, to his Knowledge, took from an Honest Man, and Keeps it to Himself, is the Wickeder Thief of the Two, by how much the Rapine is made yet Blacker by the pretence of Piety and Justice, Here's a countryman takes a Hawk in the chase of a Pigeon, The Hawk Reasons the Case with him; The countryman Pleads the Pigeons Cause, and upon a Fair Hearing; The Hawk stands condemned out of her own Mouth, and the Innocent is consequently delivered from her Oppressor. Now here's One Violence Disappointed by Another; A Poor Harmless Wretch Protected against a Powerful Adversary; Justice done upon a Notorious Persecutor; and yet after All This Glorious semblance of a public Spirited Generosity, and Tenderness of Nature, the Man only saved the Pigeon from the Hawk, that he might Eat it Himself: And if we look Well about us we shall find This to be the Case of Most Mediations, we meet with in the Name of public Justice.    

FAB. Cclviii A Swallow and a Spider.  
A Spider that observed a Swallow Catching of Flies, fell Immediately to Work upon a Net to Catch Swallows, for she looked upon't as an Encroachment upon Her Right: But the Birds without any Difficulty, broke through the Work, and flew away with the very Net itself. Well, says the Spider, Bird-Catching is none of My talon I perceive; and so she returned to her Old Trade of Catching Flies again.  

The MORAL.  
A Wise Man will not Undertake any thing without Means Answerable to the End.   

REFLECTION.  
LET Every Man Examine his Own Strength, and the Force of the Enemy he is to Cope withal before he comes to Close, and Grapple with him: For he's sure to go by the Worst that Contends with an Adversary that is too Mighty for him. 'Tis Good Advice not to Contend with Those that are too Strong for us, but still with a saving to Honesty and Justice, for the Integrity of the Mind must be supported against All Violence and hazards whatsoever. This of the Spider was a very Foolish Undertaking, and as Unjust a Pretence; for the Equity of the Case is Clearly Mistaken. The Intent of the Fable is to set us Right in the Understanding, and Interpreting of Injuries. 'Tis an Unhappy Error to take things for Injuries that are Not so: And then supposing an Injury done, 'tis a Nice Point to Proportion the Reparation to the Degree of the Indignity; and to take a True Measure of our Own Force. It was a Ridiculous Project to think of Catching a Swallow in a Cobweb; and the Spider was as much Out too in thinking to Restrain the Common Air to its own Particular Use. The Swallow was a Fly-Catcher as well as the Spider, and no more an Inter-loper upon the Spider's Right, than the Spider was upon the Swallows; for the Flies were in Common to Both. Those People, in short, deserve to be Doubly laughed at, that are Pevish, and Angry; First for Nothing, and 2ly. to no manner of Purpose.  
This Envious Injustice is Frequent in the World, for why should People think to Engrose and Appropriate the Common Benefits of Fire, Air, and Water to Themselves; Not but that there are Swarms and Swarms of This sort of State-Spiders in the World, that Reckon Every Fly that's taken out of the Common-Stock, as a Penny out of their Own Pockets. The Bounties of God and of Princes ought to be Free, both Alike, without making Every Morsel of Bread that an Honest Man puts in his Mouth to be the Robbing of a Minion. Wherefore let Every Man Compute, first what he ought to do. 2ly. What he is Able to do. Provided 3ly. That he Govern himself by the Rules of virtue and Discretion. This Consideration before hand, would have saved the Foolish Spider the Trouble of Setting Nets for Swallows.    

FAB. CCLIX. A countryman and a River.  
A countryman that was to Pass a River, Sounded it up and down to try where it was most Fordable; and upon trial he made This Observation on't: Where the Water ran Smooth, he found it Deepest; and on the contrary, Shallowest where it made most Noise.  

The MORAL.  
There's More Danger in a reserved and Silent, then in a Noisy, Babbling Enemy.   

REFLECTION.  
GREAT Talkers are not always the Greatest Doers, and the Danger is Greatest, where there's least Blustering and Clamour.  
Much Tongue, and much judgement seldom go together, for Talking and Thinking are Two Quite Differing Faculties, and there's commonly more Depth where there's Less Noise. We find it to be Thus betwixt your superficial Men, and Men that are well Founded in Any Art, Science, or Profession. As in Philosophy, Divinity, Arms, History, Manners. The very Practice of Babbling is a Great Weakness, and not only the Humour, but the Matter shows it so: tho' upon the Main, it is not Capable either of Much Good, or of Much Evil; for as there's No Trusting in the Case, so there's No Great Danger from them, in the Manage of any Design; for Many and Rash Words Betray the Speaker of them. As to the Man of Silence and Reserve, that keeps himself Close, and his Thoughts Private, He Weighs, and Compares Things, and Proceeds upon Deliberation. It is good to see and sound however, before a Man Plunges; for a Body may as well be overborn by the Violence of a Shallow, Rapid Stream, as swallowed up in the gulf of a smooth Water. 'Tis in This Case with Men, as 'tis with Rivers.    

FAB. CCLX. A Pigeon and a Pye.  
A pie was wondering once to a Pigeon, why she would Breed still in the same Hole, when her Young Ones were constantly taken away from her before they were able to fly. Why That's my Simplicity, says the Pigeon. I mean no Harm, and I suspect None.  

The MORAL.  
Do as You would be done by, is a Better Rule in the Doctrine, then in the Practice: For Trust as you would be Trusted, will not hold betwixt a Knave and an Honest Man. There's no Dealing with a Sharper but at his Own Play.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Truer Hearted any Man is, the more liable is he to be imposed upon: And then the World calls it Out-witting of a Man; when, in truth, he's only out-knaved: And obliged, even in Charity and Good Nature, to Believe till he be cozened. And we find the Country-man's Observation confirmed by Daily Experience. This does not yet Hinder a sincere Singleness of Heart from being a virtue so necessary for the Comfort and Security of Mankind, that Humane Society cannot subsist without it. And therefore 'tis a Thousand Pities it should be so discountenanced, and abused, as in the Common Practice of the World we find it is. But it stands Firm however to the same Tenor of Life, As the Pigeon kept still to the same Hole to lay her Eggs in whatever she Lost by't.    

FAB. CCLXI. A cuckoo and a Hawk.  
BY the Beak, and the Claws of a cuckoo, one would take her for a kind of Hawk; only the One Lives upon Worms, and the Other upon Flesh: Insomuch that a Hawk Twitted a cuckoo One day with her Course Way of Feeding. If you'll Look like a Hawk, Why don't you Live like a Hawk? The cuckoo took This a little in Dudgeon; but passing by a Pigeon-House some short time after, what should she see but the Skin of This very Hawk upon a Pole, on the Top of the Dove. House: Well! says the cuckoo (in Conceit) to the Hawk, and had not you as good have been Eating Worms now, as Pigeons?  

The MORAL.  
Pride is an Abomination in the Sight of God, and the judgement is just upon us, when the Subject of our Vanity becomes the Occasion of our ruin.   

REFLECTION.  
A Safe Mediocrity is much better than an envied, and a Dangerous Excellency. They that in their Prosperity Despise Others, shall be sure in their Adversity to be despised Themselves. It is much the same Case with Men of Prey, that it is with Birds of Prey. They take it for a Disparagement to Sort themselves with any Other then the Enemies of the public Peace: But Men that Live upon Rapine, are set up for a Marque, as the Common Enemy; and all Heads and Hands are at Work to Destroy them.    

FAB. CCLXII. A countryman and an Ass.  
AS a countryman was Grazing his Ass in a Meadow, comes a Hot alarm that the Enemy was just falling into their Quarters. The Poor Man calls presently to his Ass, in a Terrible Fright, to scour away as fast as he could Scamper: for, says he, we shall be Taken else. Well, quoth the Ass, and what if we should be Taken? I have One packsaddle upon my Back already, will they Clap Another a top of that d'ye Think? I can but be a Slave wherever I am: So that Taken, or not Taken, 'tis all a Case to Me.  

The MORAL.  
It's some Comfort for a Body to be so Low that he cannot fall: And in such a Condition already that cannot well be Worse. If a Man be Born to be a Slave, no matter to what Master.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's a Fiction of an alarm, and we'll suppose it to be a False One too; for the inventor has not determined the Point. Now the Fancy will have more Force and Quickness in't that Way, than tother; and the Asses Reasoning upon the Case, will hold good both Ways alike: Only the Asses in the Moral are more Frightful than the Asses in the Fable▪ We shall be Taken else, is the Song of All Popular malcontents, when they design a Change of Government: And so they Hurry the Mobile Headlong, upon the very Dread of Imaginary Chains and Shackles, into the Slavery they feared: But some Asses are Wiser than Others; for the Multitude would Answer their Masters else in the One Instance, as the Animal here in the Emblem answered His, in the Other: Here was no Scampering away at a Venture, without Fear, or Wit; No solicitous Enquiry whether the News was True or No: But the Mythologist has prudently, and for our Instruction, Cast those Two Circumstances out of the Question, and laid the Stress of it upon This single Issue. As who should say; In all Governments there must be Burdens to be Born, and People to Bear them: And who so Proper to bear Those Burdens, as Those that Providence and Policy have Appointed and designed for that Office and Station? So that 'tis all one to the Common People who's Uppermost (That is to say, upon the Matter of Ease and Liberty) for Asses must be Asses still whoever Rides them; And Providence will keep the World in Order still, whoever Grumbles at it.    

FAB. CCLXIII. A Fox and a Knot of Gossips.  
A Fox that was taking a Walk one Night Cross a Village spied a Bevy of jolly, Gossipping Wenches, making Merry over a Dish of pullet's. Why Ay, says he; Is not this a Brave World now? A Poor Innocent Fox cannot so much as Peep into a Hen-Roost, though but to Keep Life and Soul together, and what a Bawling do you make on't presently with your Dogs, and your Bastards! And yet You yourselves can lie Stuffing your Guts here with your Hens, and your Capons, and not a Word of the Pudding. How now boldface, cries an Old Trot. Sirrah, we Eat our Own Hens, I'd have you know; and what you Eat, you Steal.  

The MORAL.  
There are Men of Prey as well as Beasts of Prey, that Account Rapine as good a Title as Propriety.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS gives us to Understand, first, that a Man may do what he will with his Own; but he has Nothing to do with the Propriety of Another Body. 2dly, That People may do any Thing with Impunity where there's No body to call 'em to Account for't; And that which is Death for One to do is Lawful for Another.  
There are several Starts of Fancy, that Off-hand look well enough; but bring them to the Test, and there's Nothing in 'em. The Foxes Reproach here upon the Gossips, was a Frolique Pleasant enough; but without any Colour, or Congruity of Reason; and the Fallacy lies, from the same Thing done by several Persons, to the same Right of Doing it; though under Circumstances so Different, that there's no Parity at all betwixt them upon the Collation. This Freak has somewhat of the Air in't of the Young Fellow's Conceit to his Father, when he took him Ruffling his grandmother. Why may not I lie with your Mother, says he, as well as You lie with Mine? These Foxes should do well to Consider, that High-Way-Men, and Other Criminals have as much to say for themselves, where there's a Breach of Law, and Common Justice in the Case. This Instance of the Fox and the Gossips, comes to the Old Proverb; that One may better Steal a Horse then Another look over the Hedge.    

FAB. CCLXIV. Capon's Fat and Lean.  
THere were a Great many Crammed Capons together in a Coop; some of 'em very Fair and Fat, and Others again that did not Thrive upon Feeding. The Fat ones would be ever and anon making sport with the Lean, and calling them Starvelings; till in the End, the Cook was ordered to Dress so many Capons for Supper, and to be sure to take the Best in the Pen: when it came to That once, they that had most Flesh upon their Backs, wished they had had Less, and 'twould have been Better for 'em.  

The MORAL.  
Prosperity makes People Proud, Fat, and Wanton; but when a Day of reckoning comes, They are the First still that go to Pot.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Fat Capons in This Fable, are the Rich, the Great, and the (Externally) Happy Men in the World. People Weigh virtue, in Common Reputation, as they do Flesh in the Market, at so much a Pound. They Agree too in the Contempt of Men of a Less Size and Quality, and they Meet with the Same Fate in the End too, by a Just judgement upon them for their Insulting Vanity. They are made the very Mark for Envy, and Avarice to shoot at: and Equally in danger of being sacrificed, either to Tyranny, or to Faction. The Poor, in fine, have This Consolation, that their Condition is safer, and Easier, then That of the Rich: And All People in the World will agree with Those Capons in the Fable, that it is better to Live Leaner than to Die Fat.    

FAB. Cclxu. Oxen and a Piece of Timber.  
THE Timber was Complaining of the Ingratitude of the Oxen. How often, says the Timber, have I fed ye with my Leaves, and relieved ye under My Shadow? and for You to Drag me now at This rate, over Dirt and Stones! Alas! Cried the Oxen: Do not you see how we Pant and Groan, and how we are Goaded on, to do what we Do? The Timber considered how Unwillingly they did it, and so Forgave them.  

The MORAL.  
What we are forced to do by an overruling Power and Necessity, is not properly our Own Act.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS not the Thing that is Done, but the Intention in the Doing of it, that makes the Action Good, or Evil. There's a Great Difference betwixt what we do upon Force, and what upon Inclination; and the Good Will is never the less Obliging, though by some Unlucky Accident it should be Diverted to my ruin. Where there is neither Privity, nor Consent, there can be no Malice, and Consequently No Crime, or Disobligation. For All other Misadventures Amount to no more in Truth, then That which we call Ill Luck, in the Common Accidents of Life, wherefore the Timber was in the Right to Forgive the Oxen here, and so shall We be too, if after the Doctrine, and Example of This Fable, we forgive one Another.    

FAB. Cclxvi Trees straight and crooked.  
THere was a Delicate Plantation of Trees that were All Well-grown, Fair and Smooth, save only One Dwarf among them that was Knotty, and Crooked, and the Rest had it in Derision. The Master of the Wood, it seems, was to Build a House, and Appointed his Workman to supply the Timber out of That Grove, and to Cut down Every Stick on't that they found fit for Service. They did as they were ordered, and This Ill-favoured Piece was left Alone.  

The MORAL.  
Celebrated Beauties are seldom Fortunate.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Felicity to be Plain, and Inconsiderable, where 'tis Dangerous to be Otherwise. There are a Thousand Inconveniences that Attend Great Beauties and Fortunes, which the Poor and Deformed are Free from; Not but that it is Better to fall Honourable in the Service of the public, then to Survive, in the Scandal of an Unprofitable, and an Inglorious Life. The Moral gives us also to Understand, that Pride will have a Fall, and that No Personal Advantages can either justify, or Protect Great Men in their Insolence over their Inferiors. The Beautiful Trees go all to Wrack here, and only the misshapen, and Despicable Dwarf is left Standing.    

FAB. CCLXVII. A Swan and a Stork.  
A Stork that was Present at the Song of a Dying Swan, told her 'twas contrary to Nature to Sing so much out of Season; and asked her the Reason of it? Why, says the Swan, I am now Entering into a State where I shall be no longer in Danger of either Snares, Guns, or Hunger: and who would not joy at such a deliverance.  

The MORAL.  
Death is but the Last Farewell to All the Difficulties, Pains, and hazards of Life.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Great Folly to Fear that which it is Impossible to Avoid; and it is yet a Greater Folly to Fear the Remedy of All Evils: For Death Cures All Diseases, and Frees us from All Cares. It is as Great a Folly again, not to Prepare ourselves, and Provide for the Entertainment of an Inevitable fate. We are as sure to go Out of the World, as we are that ever we came In to't; and Nothing but the Conscience of a Good Life can Support us in That Last Extremity. The Fiction of a Swan's Singing at her Death, does, in the Moral, but Advise, and Recommend it to us, to make ready for the cheerful Entertainment of our Last Hour, and to Consider with ourselves, that if Death be so Welcome a Relief even to Animals, barely as a Deliverance from the Cares, Miseries, and Dangers of a Troublesome Life, how much a Greater Blessing, ought All Good Men to Account it then, that are not only Freed by it from the Snares, Difficulties and Distractions of a Wicked World, but put into Possession (over and above) of an Everlasting Peace and the Fruition of Joys that shall never have an End!    

FAB. CCLXVIII. The Inconsolable Widow.  
THere was a Poor Young Woman that had brought herself even to Death's door with Grief for her Sick Husband, but the Good Man, her Father, did All he could to Comfort her. Come, Child, says he, We are, all Mortal: Pluck up a Good Heart my Girl; for let the Worst come to the Worst, I have a Better Husband in store for thee, when This is gone. Alas Sir, says she, what d'ye talk of Another Husband for? why you had as good have Struck a Dagger to my Heart. No, No; If ever I think of Another Husband may— Without any more ado the Man dies, and the Woman Immediately breaks out into such Transports of Tearing her Hair, and Beating her Breast, that Every body thought she'd have run Stark-Mad upon't: But upon second Thoughts, she Wipes her Eyes; Lifts 'em up, and cries Heaven's Will be done; and then turns to her Father, Pray Sir, says she, About tother Husband you were speaking of, Is he here in the House?  

The MORAL.  
This Fable gives us to Understand, that a widow's Tears are quickly dried up, and that it is not Impossible for a Woman to outlive the Death of her Husband; And after All the Outrages of her Funeral Sorrow, to Propose to herself many a Merry Hour in the Arms of a Second Spouse.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's the Figure of a Worldly Sorrow, and of a Worldly Love, drawn to the Life, from the Heart and Humour of a Right, Worldly Woman. Hypocrisy outdoes the Truth, in Grief, as well as in Religion. 'Tis too Fierce and noisy, to be Natural; but the Ostentation supplies the Place of the Duty. If the Wives Transports had not been sergeant, they would have been as Certain Death as the husband's Disease: For Flesh and Blood is not able to Bear up under so Intolerable a Weight. It is in short, only the Acting a Part, not the Discharge of a Flowing Passion; she takes the Hint; Plays her Roll; Cries out her Set-Time, and when the Farce is over, betakes herself from her Infirmity to her Philosophy; not forgetting the politic Part all this while, of making her Mourning for One Husband, Prologue to the Drawing-on of Another.  
And This is not the Poor Woman's Case Alone, but many a Poor Man's too; for the Extravagance holds for a Sick Wife, as well as for a Sick Husband. 'Tis Custom, Practice and Good Manners, in fine, that in a Great Measure Rules This Affair. People Proportion their Griefs to their Hopes, and their Tears to their Legacies. There is as much a Fashion in the Mourning Face, as in the Mourning Dress; and our very Looks must be in Mode, as well as Our clothes. This Hint Minds me of a Pleasant Droll of a Painter, to an Honourable Lady of My Acquaintance that was sitting for her Picture. Madam (says he) will your Ladyship be pleased to have your Lip drawn as they Wear 'em now? It is a Notable Part of Good Breeding, to know When, and How, and how Much, and how Long to Cry; and Every Thing must be done too as they do it Now. I speak This, as to the Method of a widow's Lamentations: But when the Husband's Dead, the Play is Done; and than it comes to the Old Bear-Garden Case, when the Bull had tossed a Poor Fellow that went to save his Dog: There was a mighty bustle about him, with Brandy and Other Cordials to bring him to Himself again; but when the College found there was no Good to be done on't. Well Go thy ways Jacques, says a Jolly Member of That Society, There's the Best Backsword-Man in the Field gone, Come Play Another Dog. The Sick Husband here wanted for neither Slops nor Doctors, and Every Thing was in a Hurry too in Both Places Alike. The Man Dies and the Woman Bethinks herself. Well, says she, There's the Best Husband Gone that ever Woman had to do withal: But, Pray Sir, is tother Husband in the House that you were speaking of? What is all This now, but directly to the Tune of the Butcher's Backsword-Man, and Playing Another Dog?    

FAB. CCLXIX. A Wench Parting with her sweetheart.  
A Common Wench was wring her Hands, and Crying herself to death almost; and what was the business forsooth, but she had Newly Parted with her sweetheart. Away, ye Fool you (says One of her neighbours) to Torment yourself out of your Life for such a Fellow as This! Nay, says the Lass, I am not so much Troubled at Parting with the Man; but he has carried away his Coat too; and truly, when he had given me All he had in the World beside, methinks I might even have had That too as well as All the Rest.  

The MORAL.  
Here's a Mercenary Prostitute Drawn to the very quick, that lays her Profit more to Heart then her Love.   

REFLECTION.  
IT seldom falls out that a Common Mistress troubles her Head much with Particular Inclinations, though there are some Mercenaries so Generous yet, in the Way of their Profession, that rather than not Trade at all, they'll Trade to Loss. But This was not the Case of the Sorrowful Wight here in the Fable: Her Trouble was the Loss of the Coat, not the Loss of the Man. 'Tis the same Thing with Cheats and Sharpers, that 'tis with Whores; and the same Humour, in short, that we find in All Humane Beasts of Prey. There can be No Friendship where there's Treachery; but there are Degrees in Treachery itself; As the Betraying of an Honourable Confidence, and of a sacred Trust, is the Basest of All Perfidies. This Shuffling Inclination shows itself in us Betimes; and Children do Naturally Apply themselves to their Little Shifts and Frauds. Now 'tis not much Amiss to let them Understand so much of the Roguery of the World, as to secure them from being Wheedled, and imposed upon: Provided that under Colour of Teaching them to Discover Abuses, they be not encouraged to practise them: For He that perfectly Understands False Play, lies under a Dangerous Temptation, at some time or Other, to make Use on't. And when he's Once In, 'tis no easy Matter to get him Out again. Never was any Whore yet so Impudent as not to feel some Touch of Modesty and Remorse, upon the First False Step she made: But Wicked People Harden by Little and Little, and so go on by Degrees, till they are passed all Sense either of Shame: or of Conscience. Cheating and Bawdry go together in the World, as well as in the Fable, and the Professors of the Trade are as Insatiable in the One way as they are in the Other. When they have left a Poor Devil no Flesh on's back, they'll Quarrel for his very Skin too, as the jilting-iade here did for her Cully's Coat, when she had left him Nothing else.    

FAB. CCLXX. A Fly upon a Wheel.  
WHat a Dust do I Raise! says the Fly, upon the Coach-Wheel? and what a Rate do I Drive at, says the same Fly again, upon the Horse's Buttock?  

The MORAL.  
This Fly in the Fable, is Every Trifling Arrogant Fop in Nature, by what Name or Title soever dignifyed, or distinguished.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS may be applied to well-nigh All sorts of Vain Persons and Humours: As Those that Assume to Themselves the Merit of Other men's Services. Those that Talk, and Think, and bustle, as if Nothing were done without them. All medlars, Boasters, and Impertinents, that Steal away▪ the Reputation of Better Men for their Own Use. The World is Full, in fine, of These Pragmatical Flies, that Value themselves for being In at Every thing, and are found Effectually, at last to be just good for Nothing.  
It is the Fortune, and it is the Humour of Weak and Trifling Men to Value themselves upon Idle and Trivial Matters; and many times, in Truth, upon Just Nothing at all: That is to say, upon a False persuasion that they Do Things, which they do Not do, and Govern Affairs wherein they have No Manner of Interest. They Place a Reputation also upon Things that a Sober Man would be out of Countenance to Own, and Contend for the Credit of being the Authors of Fooleries. What a Dust do I Raise, says the silly Fly? And have we not Millions of Vain, Empty Pretenders in the World, that Talk at the same Rate, and with as Little Colour, either of Truth, or of Reason? 'Twas [I] carried such a Cause; such a Debate, such a Question. 'Twas [I] that advised, Brought about, or Prevented This and That; when yet upon the Upshot, This same [I] was no more than the Fool, that fancied he played upon the Organ, when he only Drew the Bellow. Whence comes it now that Men Arrogate to Themselves thus, where they have Nothing to do, and Claim a Title, as Matter of Credit, to the Weakest Things in the World; but for want of Understanding the True Measures of Honour and virtue: The Moral of This Vanity runs through All Degrees of Men, and All Functions. There's Nothing so Great; There's Nothing so Little, as not to Afford Subject for This busy and overweening Conceit to Work upon? No not from the Modelling of commonwealths; The Winning of battles; The Saving, or the Recovering of Kingdoms, to the very Flies Raising the Dust here in the Fable.    

FAB. Cclxxi An eel and a Snake.  
YOU and I are so Alike, says the eel to the Snake, that Methinks we should be somewhat akin; and yet They that Persecute Me are afraid of You. what should be the Reason of This? Oh (says the Snake) because No body does Me an Injury but I make him smart for't.  

The MORAL.  
In All Controversies They come off Best that keep their Adversaries in fear of a Revenge.   

REFLECTION.  
PATIENCE and Impunity, is an Encouragement to an Affront. The Divine Wisdom has appointed a Hell as well as a Heaven, to the End that Dread and Terror on the One Hand, may supply the want of Gratitude, Affection, and Good Nature on the Other: What is it but the Fear of Punishment that keeps the World in Order? And what but the Awe we stand in, of Majesty, and Power, that Supports the Dignity of Government. This Moral runs through the whole History of our Lives, for 'tis Every Man's Case from Top to Bottom. Princes Themselves, without Stings, are no Better than Drones; and when the Sacred Character is disarmed, there's no longer any Reverence to be Expected for the Person. When People find it Dangerous to Offend their Superiors, they'll take care to Please them: And there's as much Difference, upon This Point, between One Governor and Another (the Resemblance notwithstanding) as there is betwixt an eel and a Snake.    

FAB. CCLXXII. Seamen Praying to Saints.  
IT Blew a Terrible Tempest at Sea once, and there was one Seaman took Notice that the Rest of his Fellows were Praying severally to so many Saints. Have a care my Masters, says he, what you do; for what if we should All be drowned now before the Messenger can deliver his Errand: Would it not be Better, without going so far about, to Pray to Him that can Save us without Help? Upon This, they turned their Prayers to God Himself, and the Wind presently fell.  

The MORAL.  
The Shortest, and the Surest Way of Doing business is Best.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Good to be sure, where our Salvation is at Stake; and to run no more Risque of the Main Chance, then of Necessity Must. What needs any Man make his Court to the Servant when his Access is Open to the Master? And especially when that Master is as ready to Give, as the Petitioners to Ask. A Wise Man will take the Nearest and the Surest Way to his Journy's End; and Commit no business of Importance to a Proxy, where he may do't Himself.    

FAB. CCLXXIII. The Fishes and the Frying-Pan.  
A Cook was Frying a Dish of Live Fish, and so soon as ever they felt the Heat of the Pan. There's no Enduring of This, cried one, and so they all Leapt into the Fire; and instead of Mending the Matter, they were Worse now then Before.  

The MORAL.  
The Remedy is many times Worse than the Disease.   

REFLECTION.  
LET a Man's Present State be never so Uneasy, he should do well however to Bethink himself before he Changes, for fear his Next Remove should be Worse. This is according to the Common Understanding of the Allusion, though not so Agreeable perhaps to the True Reason of the Case: For it was not either Levity, or Impatience; but intolerable Pain, and Absolute Necessity, that made the Fish shift their Condition: So that the Moral would have born This Doctrine rather: That where we have Certain Death before us, and only This Choice, whether it shall be a Speedy or a lingering Death, That which puts us soon out of our Pain (though never so Sharp) is the more Eligible of the Two. But to take it according to the Old Proverb now; we Understand by [Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire] That things go from Bad to Worse.    

FAB. CCLXXIV. A League of Beasts and Fishes.  
THE Beasts entered into a League with the Fishes against the Birds. The War was declared; but the Fishes, instead of their Quota, sent their Excuse, that they were not able to March by landlord.  

The MORAL.  
The Vanity of a Helpless Alliance.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Contracting of Alliances with Those that are out of Distance of Assisting in a Time of Need, in all Contracts, whether of public Alliance, and Commerce, or Particular Friendship, there must a Regard be had to Reciprocal Aid and Assistance, in case of any Distress; So that All the Circumstances of Ability, Disposition, situation, Interest, etc. must be Taken into Thought, and Rightly Understood, before the Bargain be Struck; for 'tis a Scandalous Oversight to Err in any of the Essentials to a Prudential, and a Beneficial Agreement: By which is Intended, any sort of Defect, or Incapacity that may Obstruct, or Frustrate the End of the League. Those Contracts are Ridiculous, and Void in Themselves, that shall pretend to Oblige us against Nature. For 'tis a Banter, not a Confederacy, to talk of Fishes Marching by Land, and Living out of their Element.    

FAB. CCLXXV. A Covetous Ambassador.  
A Certain Ambassador that was still pestered with Drums and Trumpets every where upon the Way of his Embassy, was willing to save his Money, and so had them put off still with This Answer: That his Excellence was in Deep M●…urning for his Mother, and in no Humour for music. The Drums and Trumpets were at least as much Troubled at the tidings, as the ambassador Himself. This News came to the Ear of a Person of Honour, who presently made him a Condoling Visit. Pray, my Lord (says the nobleman) how long may your Mother have been Dead? Why, says the Ambassador, 'tis now a Matter of Forty Years, which Expounded the Riddle, and put an End to That Controversy.  

The MORAL.  
There is a Certain Agreeable Way of Fooling betwixt jest and Earnest, that carries both Pleasure and Profit along with it; for it saves a Man's Money One way, and his Credit Another.   

REFLECTION.  
ACCORDING to the Old Moral, Covetous Men will make any shift to save Money: But this Allusion is the least Part of the Business. 'Tis no Easy Matter for People in many Cases to save their Money, and their Credit Both: But the Best Thing to be done, in the Disguise of a Base, and Sordid Humour, is the Managing of the Imposture with a Good Grace, and in such a Manner, that if a Man carries it off, there's so much Money saved; and if he be Detected, there will be something Pleasant in the Frolique to Atone for a Secret Narrowness of Heart.  
At this Rate of a Pretended Freak, or Whimsy, a Great many other Corruptions, and Imperfections may be so Palliated, as to take off much of the Scandal of them; for many a Wicked Thought is so varnished over in the Practice, as to pass Muster among the Gay Arts of Gallantry and Conversation. The Thing above all Others to be wished, studied, and endeavoured, is to have a Clear Mind, and to led a Life in so Conscientious a Probity of Manners, as in Thought, Word, and Deed, to make Good the Character of an Untainted Honest Man: But where This Discipline shall be found too Strict for Flesh and blood, (and there's no Living up to the Rigorous Exactness of Purity, and Justice) it will in such a Case, be the Best of a Bad Game to keep Clear of Open Offence, and to give the Infirmity the Best Face that the Matter will bear. As the Ambassador, betwixt Jest and Earnest, Cast a Cloak of Raillery over his Avarice.    

FAB. CCLXXVI. An Old Friend and a Cardinal.  
AN Ingenious Cavalier, hearing that an Old Friend of his was advanced to a Cardinalate, went to Congratulate his Emmence upon his New Honour. Pray Sir, says the Cardinal, looking strangely upon him, Give me the Favour of your Name, and of your business. I am come, says the Cavalier to Condole with your Eminence, and to tell you how hearty I Pity Men that are overcharged with Dignity and Preferment; for it turns people's Brains to that Degree, that they can neither See, nor Hear, nor Understand, like Other Men; and makes them as Absolutely to Forget their Old Friends, as if they had never seen them before in their Lives.  

The MORAL.  
Honour's Change Manners.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is a Reproof to the Pride and Vanity of Those Men, that when they come to be advanced Themselves, forget all their Old Friends and Acquaintance, even Those that raised them. This Fable is Humane Nature to the very Quick, only it has Two Handles to't, and it would not be Fair to take it in the Worst Sense, without somewhat of an Apology, or an Excuse for't, where 'twill bear a Better.  
It is almost as True in Philosophy as it is in Fact, and Common Practice, that Honours Change Manners. Men Assume other Thoughts; Other Opinions of Themselves; Nay, and almost Another Nature, when they Contract other Interests. The Stamp of Dignity Defaces, in some People the very Character of Humanity; and Transports them to such a Degree of Haughtiness, that they reckon it below the Quality of a Great Man to Exercise either Good Nature, or Good Manners: As if dignifyed Flesh and blood were not of the same Composition with other Men. Now what does all This Arrogance Amount to, more, than the Pride of an Ass in his Trappings; when 'tis but his Masters taking away the Top-Knot, to make an Ass of him again.  
But we are yet to Distinguish betwixt Those that take State and Distance upon them, purely out of Pride and Humour, and Those that seem to do the same Thing,▪ though in a Compliance with the Necessity of their Affairs. It is Impossible for a public Minister to be so Open and Easy to All his Old Friends and Acquaintance, as he was in the State of his Private Condition; and at the same Time, to Attend the Necessary Functions of his Office: But This may be All helped out yet, by an Affability of Address, without any Offence, either to his business, or to his Duty. A Word, an Action, a Countenance, managed with Honour and Discretion, is sufficient to Uphold the Reputation of his Character; for there are Articificial Ways of telling People what a Man Would do if he can, without a Surly Ostentation of an Unwillingness to do the Things, that Effectually are not in his Power. A Good Word, they say, Costs no more than a Bad: Beside that in the Cardinals Forgetting his Old Friend here, he did more Forget Himself.    

FAB. CCLXXVII. A Young Droll and a Crooked Old Man.  
A Gibing Young Knave happened to meet an Old Man, whose Age and Infirmity had brought his Body to the Shape of a Bent Bow. Pray Father (says he) will you sell your Bow? Save your Money ye Fool you, says tother; for when you come to my Years, you shall have such a Bow for Nothing.  

The MORAL.  
He that would not live to be Old, had best be hanged when he's Young.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Irreverent, and Unnatural, to Scoff at the Infirmities of Old Age, since there's no Avoiding them but by Dying Betimes. We are all Born to Die, and Every jot as Certain that we shall go Out of This World, as that we are already come into't; but whether by a Natural, or a Violent Death, we know not. Time and Humane Frailty will bring us to our End without the Help of any Contingencies, or Distempers by the By; So that our Decays are as much the Work of Nature, as the First Principles of our Being: And the boys Conceit of the Crooked Bow here, is no better than a Blasphemous Way, of making sport with the Course of Providence: Beside the Folly of Scoffing at That in Another, which we ourselves are sure to come to at Last, or Worse.    

FAB. CCLXXVIII. An Old Fellow, and a Young Wench.  
THere was a formal Piece of Gravity that had lived to about Threescore and Ten, without ever so much as knowing a Woman from a weathercock. The Devil Ought him a Shame, and paid him both Interest and Principal, in making the Old Doting Fop Marry a Young Girl. He would be often Complaining afterward, how Unluckily he had dissposed of his Time. When I was a Young Man, says he, I wanted a Wife, and now I'm an Old Man, my Wife wants a Husband.  

The MORAL.  
The Common Fate of Unequal Matches, Especially in the Case of an Old Fellow, and a young Wench, where the Humour is as Contrary as Summer and Winter, Light and Darkness, or Day and Night.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's Nothing Good, or Natural, that's out of Season. Nay the most Obliging Offices in Nature, and the Greatest Blessings under the Sun, lose much, both of their Value, and of their relish, when they're mistimed.    

FAB. CCLXXIX. An Eagle and a Pye.  
THere was a Pert-Dapper Spark of a magpie; that fancied the Birds would never be well governed, till he Himself 〈◊〉 come to sit at the Helm. In This Freak he petitioned 〈◊〉 Eagle to take him into the Cabinet; For, says he, I have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Turn of a Body for't. I have my Tongue, and my Heels at Command; and can make as much Noise and bustle, to as little purpose, as any He perhaps that flies between a Pair of wings. He was going on in the History of his Qualifications, when the Eagle Graciously told him, how sensible he was of the Volubility both of his Tongue, and of his Manners, and so of his Faculties and Good Breeding; but, says he, you are so Confoundedly given to Squirting up and down, and Chattering, that the world would be apt to say. I had Chosen a jack-pudding for a Prime Minister.  

The MORAL.  
Great Babblers, or Talkers are a sort of People not fit either for Trust, business, or Conversation.   

REFLECTION.  
THE World is like to be well governed, when pies and Daws shall take upon them to set up for Philosophers, Doctors of the Chair, and Men of State and Government. Things are Mightily out of Order in That Quarter, especially when Vain Fools come to be admitted into Business upon the Credit of their Own Word.  
The Importunity of such a Fop is Excellently set forth in the Qualifications of This pie; for he Enforces the Reason of his Pretence, by the Clearest Arguments in the World against Himself. He would be a Statesman, because he is a Buffoon, as if there went no more to the Making of a councillor, than the Faculties of a Merry-Andrew, or a Tumbler. Here's the Confident Ambition of a Foolish Twattling Pretender, on the One Hand, and a Just Reproof of him, in a most Reasonable Refusal, on the Other; to Teach us, that the Want of Shame, Brains, or Good Manners, does not presently Entitle Every little Skip-Iack to the boardsend in the Cabinet. But Our Eagle here was not a Prince to Advance the Ministers of his Pleasures, to be Ministers of State, and to make his Sport his business.    

FAB. CCLXXX. A countryman and a Mouse.  
THere was a Pleasant sort of a Poor Fellow had his House a fire; but his Misfortune did not make him lose his Good Humour. As it was all in a Flame, out Bolts a Mouse from the ruins, to save herself: The Man Catches her, and throws her back again. Why thou Ungrateful wretch (says he) to leave thy Friend now in Adversity, that gave thee thy Bread in his Prosperity.  

The MORAL.  
‛ 'tis a Barbarous Faculty, an Ill natured Wit; that will rather Expose the very Life and Reputation of a Friend, then lose the Opportunity of a jest.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS the Practice, but it is the Baseness of the World too, for Men to Govern themselves Wholly by their Interest, and to Abandon All that's Sacred and Honourable, for the saving of their Own Skins. Thus, says the Moral; but the conceit was not worth the Life of the Poor Creature, and therefore the Allegory not to be Recommended; because it sets up a False Principle. There was place for Honour, Dignity of Mind, and Humanity to show itself, in the Case, though but to a Poor Mouse: And there's Nothing to be said in Defence of the Wanton Cruelty of Sacrificing a Life to a Jest: But to come now to the Ungrateful Point, the Bare Innuendo of it would stare so many People in the Face, that it were better passed over in silence; for the Moral drawn out at length, would be a satire against Mankind. And Millions of Men that carry their Heads High in the World, would fall under the Lash of the Countryman's Exclamation here.    

FAB. CCLXXXI. A Sick Hermit.  
THere was a very Good Man, that in the Five and Twentieth Year of his Age, fell into a Desperate Fit of Sickness, the Doctors sat upon him, and the Whole College were of Opinion, that there was no saving of his Life without the Use of a Woman. The Poor Man lay Humming and Hawing a good While, betwixt the Sin and the Remedy; but in the End, he gave up himself wholly to the Physicians, to do with him as they thought fit. Upon this, the Doctors, by Consent, put a Good Armful of Warm woman's Flesh into the Bed to him, by way of a Recipe, and so laid him to Rest, till about some Two Hours after: When they came to see how the Prescription had Wrought; and there did they find the Poor Religious, Tearing his Hair, Beating his Breast, and Groaning as if his very Heart would break. So they fell presently to Reasoning, and Casing upon the Matter with him, and laying Comfortable Distinctions before him betwixt the Morality, and the Necessity of what was done. No, No, Gentlemen, says he, My Grief is not thereabouts; but it goes to the Heart of me to think how long I have lived in Ignorance; and that This Fit of Sickness should never take me sooner.  

The MORAL.  
Flesh is Frail: When a Strong Appetite, and a Troublesome virtue Meet in Competition, 'tis a Hard Matter for a Man to Resist the Temptation.   

REFLECTION.  
WE may gather from hence, first, that People are Flesh and Blood in a Cell, as well as in a Palace. 2ly. That it is a very great Mastery, for a Man to stand Firm, in a Case, where Humane Frailty, Violent Inclinations, and the Preservation of Life itself, are in a Conspiracy against his virtue. 3ly. That a very Pious Good Man may think himself Better than he Is, for want of an Occasion to try the Force of his Goodness and Resolution. 4ly. That when the Flesh and the Devil have once got the Better of a Scrupulous Conscience, it puts a Man past All Sense of Shame, as well as of the Sin; to the Degree of Glorying in his Wickedness. The Holy Man was not so much Troubled, it seems, at the Use of the Remedy, as that he had not tried the Experiment sooner. You may Talk what you will (says Lais) of your Philosophers and Learned Men; but I have as many Visits from Those Sparks as from Other People. And she was much in the Right on't.    

FAB. CCLXXXII. A Rich Man and a Foolish Servant.  
A Rich Man had a Certain blockheaded Fellow to his Servant, and the Master would be saying to him at Every Turn, well! Thou art the very Prince of Fools! I would I were, says the Man, in a saucy Huff once, for I should be the Greatest Emperor upon the Face of the Earth then, and You Yourself should be One of My Subjects.  

The MORAL.  
The Only Universal Monarch is the King of Fools; for the Whole Race of Mankind are his Subjects.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Whole World is full of Fools, only He that's the Least One is the Wisest Man. This would have been Well, if the Moralist had not given the blockheaded Servant too much privilege: But the Ill Manners is suitable enough however, to the Character. It was such a kind of a Course compliment that Scotus put upon Charles the Bald, as they were Sitting together at a Table. The Emperor asked him Quid Interest (says he) inter Scotum & Sotum, Playing upon the Conceit of Scot and Sot [Mensa] says he. That is to say, the Table is between the Scot and the Sot: And so with the Liberty of a Buffoon, the School-man turned the Sot upon the Emperor, in Law-Latin: This Booby's Answer in the Fable, as Unmannerly as it was, had yet a Great deal of Truth in't; for He that can Advance himself to be King of Fools, may be Honestly Reputed within a Hairs Breadth of an Universal Monarch.    

FAB. CCLXXXIII. A Widow had a mind to Marry.  
WELL! says a Widow in Confidence to a Friend of here's. I am Utterly Undone for want of a Sober, Provident Husband, to look after my Estate, and there's No body's Advice that I had rather have than Yours. But pray, will you take This Along with ye too; that for the Course, Common business of Matrimony, as I am an Honest woman, the very Thought on't turns my Stomach; Very well, says the Confident, and now I know Your Mind, it shall go Hard but I'll Fit ye. The Good woman went her way for the Present, and the Next Day came to her again, quite overjoyed that she had found out a Man so Absolutely for her Turn. I have Provided ye a Man (says she) of Industry and Integrity; and one that Perfectly Understands all sorts of business; and then for Turning Your Stomach, My Life for Yours Madam, he's not in Condition to Trouble with any Qualms That way. Away, Ye Fool You, says she; I Hate the Infirmity, though I Love the virtue.  

The MORAL.  
Women are All of a Make, and in some Things, most of them in a Mind. One Woman feels Another woman's Pulse in her Own Veins; and there's no Halting before Cripples.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Disputing with a Man that denies Principles, and there are Certain Precognita in the Motions of Flesh and Blood, as well as in the Philosophy of the Schools: In which Cases, we Understand our Duty without a Teacher, and Acquit ourselves as we Ought to do, without a Prompter. That is to say, there are some Certain Fundamentals of Natural justice, that we take for Granted, and Trust One Another for; as in the Proposition of our Widow here in the Fable, without any Need of Articles for the Performance of Covenants. The Widow, in short, played the Gipsy, and so did her confident too in pretending to Believe her: But there's No Catching Old Birds with chaff, for One Woman reads the Heart of womankind in her Own Breast. She was a Fool to be mealy-mouthed, where Nature speaks so Plain. There may be Exceptions 'tis True, to a General Rule, but None to an Universal. It was No Ill shift however, to come off withal, that in despite of All her Aversions, she was not yet for making a virtue of a Necessity. The Publisher of Mr. selden Table Talk, Tells of a Girl that was worth Forty of Our Widow here, and an Honest downright, Plain Dealing Lass it was. The Wench was just newly married, and so soon as ever the Job was over, Pray Mother, says she, must not I go to Bed now? No, No, Child, says Mamma, You must take Your Dinner first; Oh says the Girl, and Then go to Bed I warrant ye. No, my Dear, not yet says the Mother, You must Dance after Dinner. Ay, Ay, says the Girl again, and Then to Bed. No, No, says tother, You must Sup first, and then Dance again. Ay, Ay, and Then to Bed, says the Bride. This Girl did but speak the widow's Mind; for let Flesh and Blood pretend what it will, to Bed, to Bed, will be the Bob of the Song.    

FAB. CCLXXXIV. Town-Dogs and Country-Dogs.  
'TIS a Common Thing upon the Passing of a Strange Dog through a Town, to have a Hundred Curs Bawling at his Breech, and Every Yap gets a Snap at him. There was One Particular Dog, that when he saw there was No saving his Skin by Running away, turned upon his Pursuers, and then found upon the trial, that One set of Teeth was worth Two pair of Heels; for upon That Resolution, they All fell off, and sneaked their Way. A Captain took Occasion once to Apply This Instance to his People. Fellow-Soldiers (says he) take This for a Rule, Those that run away are in more Danger than the Others that stand the Shock.   

FAB. CCLXXXV. A Snake to Jupiter.  
A Snake that found himself Persecuted by Men, appealed to Jupiter for Relief; who told him that it was his Own Fault; for (says he) if you had but bitten the First Man that Affronted ye; the second would have taken Warning by't.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
The putting up of One Affront draws on Another.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is No Ill Emblem of the Common People; that are Insolent so long as they are feared, and Shrink, where they find Danger; for their Courage is Calculated to the Opinion they have of the Enemy. It is the Nature of All sorts of mongrel Curs, to Bawl, Snarle, and Snap, where the Foe flies before them; and to Clap their Tails between their Legs when an Adversary makes Head against them. There's Nothing, in short, but Resolution, to carry a Man through All Difficulties: And since it is so Absolutely Necessary, the sooner it is Taken up, the Better it succeeds. 'Tis a Matter of very Evil Consequence, to let the Rabble offer public Affronts Gratis. A seditious Word leads to a broil, and a riot unpunished, is but next door to a Tumult: So that the Bearing of One Indignity draws on Another. By't the First Man that Affronts ye, and y'are safe for ever after.    

FAB. CCLXXXVI. The Frogs and Tortoises.  
AS a Company of Frogs were Trifling and Playing up and down in a Meadow, some Tortoises, that looked on, were Mightily Troubled that they could not do so too, but taking Notice a while after how These Frogs were picked up, and destroyed, by Birds and Fishes: Well (says One of 'em) 'tis better to Live Dull, and Heavy, then to die Light and Nimble.  

The MORAL.  
Every Part and Creature of the Universe has its proper Place, Station, and Faculties assigned, and to Wish it Otherwise were to find fault with Providence.   

REFLECTION.  
THAT which Nature has Allotted us is best for us, and it is Great Folly and Wickedness for People not to be Content, and Thankful for the Great Creator of All Things.  
No Man knows Himself, or Understands his Own Condition, but by Comparison, and upon Experience. Our Wishes, many times, are Mortal to us: and the very Granting of our Prayers would but serve to make us still more and more Miserable. The Tortoises Shell was a Clog and a Burden, till they found it Necessary for the Defence of their Lives; and they envied the Easiness and the Lightness of the Frogs, till they saw them jolled to pieces, and devoured for want of a Buckler to Cover, and Protect them. But they came then to be of the Beggar's Mind, that stood Gaping at my Lady Devonshire's Funeral: Here's a Brave Sight, says she, and yet I Gad Bess, for all That, I had rather be a Live-Begger then a Dead Countess. The Moral Concludes in this, that there can be No Thought of Security, or Quiet in This World, but in a Resignation to the Allotments of God and Nature. If the Tortoises had had their Wish, they had been picked up among the Frogs.    

FAB. CCLXXXVII. The Mice and the ox.  
THE Mice found it so Troublesome to be still Climbing the Oak for Every Bit they put in their Bellies, that they were once about to set their Teeth to't, and bring the Acorns down to them; But some Wiser than some; and a Grave experienced Mouse, bade them have a care what they did; for if we Destroy our Nurse at present, Who shall Feed us hereafter?  

The MORAL.  
Resolution without Foresight is but a Temerarious Folly: And the Consequences of Things are the First Point to be taken into Consideration.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Ill done for any Man to Consult his Present Ease and Profit, without Computing upon the Trouble and Loss that may Ensue. 'Tis not safe to make any Present Resolutions without a Considerate Prospect into the Future. This is abundantly moralised in several Other Places. But the mouse's Question of Who shall Feed us hereafter? goes a great way in the Resolution of All These Cases.    

FAB. CCLXXXVIII. A Runaway Dog and his Master.  
THere was a Bob-tayled Cur, cried in a Gazette, and One that found him out by his Marks, brought him home to his Master; who fell presently to Reasoning the Matter with him, how Insensible, and Thankless a Wretch he was, to run away from One that was so extreme Kind to him. Did I ever give you a Blow in my Life, says he, or so much as One Angry Word, in all the time that ever you served me? No, says the Dog, not with Your Own Hands, nor with Your Own Lips; but you have given me a Thousand and a Thousand by your Deputy; and when I'm Beaten by my Master's Order, 'tis my Master Himself, I reckon, that Beats me.  

The MORAL.  
In Benefits as well as Injuries 'tis the Principal that we are to Consider, not the Instrument. That which a Man does by Another, is in Truth and Equity his own Act.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Master here deals with the Dog, as Great Officers deal many times with Honest, Well-Meaning Men at Court. They speak 'em Fair Themselves, and Murder 'em by their Deputies: But still, That which is done by the Principals Order, or with his Privity, or Approbation, is the Principals Act. The Servant is but the Master's Instrument in the Case, as the Cudgel is the Servants; and they are Both under the same Command. When a Man happens to be killed, we do not Impute the Murder to the Weapon that did the Execution, but to Him that managed it. This is much after the way of Treating Elephants. When an Elephant is taken in a Pitfall, He that is designed for the Master and Keeper of him, sets Other People to Prick and tease him, and Then In comes He Himself, and under Pretence of taking his Part, falls foul upon his Enemies, and Rescues him. The Elephant takes This Man now for his Friend; Whereas, upon the Whole Matter, it was by His Order that he was both Taken and Beaten.  
There's Nothing more Frequent than This Shamming Way of Confederacy, betwixt Two Men in Power; when an Honest Patriot, for the Purpose, or a Loyal Subject is to be made an Owl of; by Consent of them Both. The One Affronts him, while the Other Cajoles, and Pities him; Takes up his Quarrel, shakes his Head at it; Claps his Hand upon his Breast, and then Protests, and Protests, he Wonders at his Heart that any Lord should have so Little Honour as to Treat an Honest Gentleman at This rate. A Friend of mine has been at This sport many and many a time: And now upon the Whole Matter, This is no more at last then a Concerted Intrigue betwixt a Brace of Sharpers, that Laugh all the while at the Whole Roguery in their Sleeves. The Master's Good Words are a Greater Mortification to the Dog, than the Servants Blows.    

FAB. CCLXXXIX. The Birds and Beetles.  
THE Birds were in a Terrible Fright once, for fear of Gun-shot from the Beetles. And what was the business but the little Balls of Ordure that the Beetles had raked together, the Birds took for Bullets: But a Sparrow in that Company, that had more Wit than his Fellows, bade 'em have a Good Heart yet, for how shall they reach us in the Air, says he, with Those Pellets, that they can hardly Roll upon the Ground.  

The MORAL.  
Many People apprehend Danger where there's None, and reckon themselves sure where there Is, for want of taking the True Measure of Things, and laying Matters Rightly together.   

REFLECTION.  
VAIN Fears and Imaginations Cast a Mist before our Eyes, and not only Represent Real Dangers Greater than they Are, but Create Fantastical Difficulties, where in Truth there are None at all. The Birds were in a Mortal Apprehension of the Beetles, till the Sparrow reasoned them into a Better Understanding of the Matter. How should they Hurt us in the Air, says the Sparrow, with Those Pellets, that they can hardly Move upon the Ground, which brought the Point to an Issue upon a very Logical Conclusion.    

FAB. CCXC. A Bear and Bees.  
A Bear was so engaged once at the Stinging of a Bee, that he ran like Mad into the Bee-Garden, and overturned All the Hives, in Revenge. This Outrage brought them Out in Whole Troops upon him; and he came afterwards to Bethink himself, how much more Advisable it had been to Pass over One Injury, then by an Unprofitable Passion to Provoke a Thousand.  

The MORAL.  
Better pass over an Affront from One Scoundrel, then draw the Whole Herd of the Mobile about a Man's Ears.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are to learn from hence, the Folly of an Impotent, and Inconsiderate Anger.;, and that there's no Creature so Contemptible, but by the Help of Resolution, and of Numbers, it may Gain its Point. The Heat and Thirst of Revenge does but Hurry People from Less mischiefs to Greater; As One Hasty Word, or Blow, brings on a Thousand. There's no Opposing the Torrent of a headstrong Multitude; for Rage and Despair give Courage to the most Inconsiderable, and the most Fearful of Creatures. Had it not been Better now to have passed over the Affront of one Spiteful Creature, than to Provoke and draw on upon Himself the Outrage of a Thousand?    

FAB. Ccxci A Fowler and a Chaffinch.  
A Fowler that had bend his Net, and laid his Bait, Planted himself in the Bird-Catcher's Place, to Watch for a Draught. There came a Great Many Birds One after Another, that Lighted, and pecked a While, and so away again. At This rate they kept Coming and Going all the Day long; but so few at a time, that the Man did not think 'em worth a Pluck. At last, when he had slipped All his Opportunities in hope of a Better Hit, the Evening came on, and the Birds were gone to Bed, so that he must either Draw then or not at all; and in the Conclusion, he was even fain to content himself with one Single Chaffinch, that had the Misfortune to be Later abroad than her Fellows.  

The MORAL.  
Men are so Greedy after what's to Come, which is Uncertain, that they Slip present Opportunities, which are never to be recovered.   

REFLECTION.  
DELAYS are Dangerous. The very Instant is All that we can call our Own, The Rest, is either Chance, or Fate. The Case of the Fowler and the Chaffinch, reaches to All the Pretensions of Humane Life. Every Man Living has a Design in his Head upon something or other, and applieth himself accordingly toward the Attaining of his End; whether it be Honour, Wealth, Power, or any other sort of Advantage, or Settlement in the World. Now he that would take a True Measure how to Proceed, should say to himself, This is the Thing I would be at. This or That in such a Proportion will do my business; And This Nick of time is the Critical Occasion for the Gaining of such, or such a Point. I'll take it while 'tis to be had. He that may be Well, and Will not, in hope of being Better, runs the Risque of getting Nothing at all; and so Parts with a Moral Certainty in Possession, for a Wild, and a Remote Possibility in Reversion. Lost Opportunities are never to be recovered. 'Tis Good Discretion, when we cannot Command what we would have, to Compound for what we May, and not to call any thing Ill Luck, which is in Truth Ill Manage. 'Tis a Weakness to be solicitous for more then enough, and to hazard All by Grasping at too much. All Covet, All Lose; for Avarice, whether it Succeeds or not, is but a kind of Beggary; and he that Wants More, has as Good as Nothing at all. The birdcatcher slipped his Time here, and makes Good the Old Vulgar Saying; He that will not when he May, When he would he shall ha' Nay.    

FAB. CCXCII. A Soldier and Two Horses.  
A Soldier that had One Excellent Horse already, bought Another that was not Half so Good, and yet he took more Care of That, then of the Former. Every body wondered at the Humour of it, considering that for Beauty, or Service, the Latter was not Comparable to the Other. Ay, but says One, 'tis Natural to be Kind to the Last comer.  

The MORAL.  
Our like or Dislikes are Founded rather upon Humour and Fancy then upon Reason. Every thing pleases us at First; and Nothing Pleases us Long; and we shift only to Try if we can Mend ourselves in the Next Choice.   

REFLECTION.  
WE are apt to put a Value upon Things for their Novelty, rather than for their virtue: and the same Levity holds toward Women, Friends and Acquaintances: Nay, and Governments too; for People seldom Change for a Better. All Civil Constitutions have their Failings, and the Unhinging, even of the Worst of Governments brings on an Anarchy, which is yet Worse; for it lays All in Rubbish: And we have no Better Security for the Next State of Things, than we had for the Former, but still for Variety sake, we go on Chopping and Changing our Friends, and our Masters, as well as our Horses; and with the Soldier, out of a Sickly Levity, like the Last Best whatever it be.    

FAB. CCXCIII. A Spaniel and a Sow.  
I Wonder (says a Sow to a Spaniel) how you can Fawn thus upon a Master that gives you so many Blows, and Twinges by the Ears. Well (says the Dog) but then set the Good Bits, and the Good Words he gives me, against Those Blows and Twinges, and I'm a Gainer by the Bargain.  

The MORAL.  
He that will Live Happily in This World must Resolve to take the Good and the Bad Thankfully and Contentedly One with Another.   

REFLECTION.  
WITHOUT a Strict Hand over us in the Institution of our Youth, we are in danger to be Lost for ever. He that Spares the Rod, Hates the Child; and the Severity of an Early Discipline is One of the Greatest Obligations that a Son can have to a Tender Parent. This we shall find to be True, if we do but set the Good against the Bad, as the Dog did, the Bits against the Knocks, and then balance the Account.    

FAB. Ccxciu Oxen and Timber.  
WHY don't you Run and Make Hast? Cried the Timber in the Cart, to the Oxen that Drew it? The Burden is not so Heavy sure. Well! (said the Oxen) if You did but know Your Own Fortune, you'd never be so Merry at Ours. We shall be discharged of our Load so soon as we come to our journeys End, but You that are designed for Beams and Supporters, shall be made to bear till your Hearts break. This Hint brought the Timber to a Better Understanding of the Case.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis matter of Humanity, Honour, Prudence, and Piety, to be Tender One of Another; for no Man Living knows his End, and 'tis the Evening Crowns the Day.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is both Base, and Foolish, to Insult over People in Distress, for the Wheel of Fortune is Perpetually in Motion, and He that's Uppermost to day, may be Under it to Morrow. No Man knows what End he is Born to; and it is Only Death that can Pronounce upon a Happy or a Miserable Life. When the Timber, made sport with the Oxen for the Drudgery they laboured under, Little did they Dream of the Greater Oppression they were to Undergo Themselves.    

FAB. Ccxcu. A Goldfinch and a Boy.  
A Goldfinch gave his Master the slip out of the Cage, and he did what he could to get him Back again, but he would not come. Well! says the Boy, You'll live to Repent it; for you'll never be so well looked to in any Other Place. That may very Well be, says the Bird; but however, I had rather be at my Own Keeping then at Yours.  

The MORAL.  
Never Well; Full nor Fasting.   

REFLECTION.  
MEAT, Drink, and Ease can never make any Man Happy that wants his Liberty. No, nor any Man that Has it neither; for we are never Well, either with much or Little. Whatever we Have, we Want something else, and so go on Wanting and Craving, till Death takes us off in the Middle of our long. He that's a prisoner, is Troubled that he cannot go whither he Would; And He that's at Large, is as much Troubled that he does not know whether to Go. The One Stands still; and the Other Loses his Way. Now 'tis not Necessity, but Opinion, that makes People Miserable, and when we come once to be Fancy-Sick, there's No Cure for't. A Man may have his Heels at Liberty, and yet be a Slave to Impotent Affections, and Troubled Thoughts. But This is not, upon any Terms, to Undervalue the Blessing of a Natural Freedom; and the Goldfinch was Undoubtedly in the Right, when he was once out of the Cage, not to be Whistled back again, if it had not been that he carried his Snare along with him.    

FAB. Ccxcvi A Droll and a Bishop.  
THere was a Roguy Wag of a Droll that had a Mind once to put a Trick upon a Hard, Close-Fisted Bishop: so he went to him upon the First of January to Wish him a Merry New-Year on't, and begged a Five Guinea Piece of him for a New-Years-Gift. Why, the Man's Mad (says the Prelate) and I believe he takes Me to be so too. Dost think I have so Little Wit, as to Part with such a Gob of Money for God-a-Mercy? Nay, my Lord (says the Fellow) if That be too much, let it be but a Single George, and I'll be Thankful for't; But That would not do Neither. He fell next 'bout to a Copper Farthing, and was denied That too. When the Fellow saw that there was no Money to be got, Pray (My Lord, says he) let me beg your Blessing then. With all my Heart (says the Bishop) Down on your Knees, and You shall have it, No, My Lord (says tother) 'tis My Turn now to Deny; for if You yourself had thought That Blessing worth a Copper Farthing, you'd never have Parted with it.  

The MORAL.  
No Penny, No Pater Noster, does not hold in All Cases; for the Penny and the Pater Noster do not go always together.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Corruption like Ecclesiastical Avarice; No Cruelty so Merciless as That of a debauched churchman. 'Tis the Devil's masterpiece to begin There; for he knows very Well, that the Scandalous Examples of a Perfidious, and an Apostate Clergy, are the Ready Way to bring the Holy Order of Priesthood itself into Odium, and Disgrace. Here's Your Church, they cry presently; as if the very Function were unhallowed by the Mercenary Practices of some Backsliding Members of That Communion. Let them Live as they Preach, and Preach as they Ought, and let there be No moralising in the Pulpit upon the Fable of the Man, and the satire, by Blowing Hot and Cold out of the same Mouth. There are Symoniacal Contracts on the Buying-side, as well as on the selling, when People shall Preach One Doctrine to get Into a Living, and the Contrary to Keep it. What is This, but the Selling of the Truth, and of Souls, for Money; and the Prostituting of All that's Sacred, for the saving of their Skins and their Stakes?  
Not but that Charity is Free, and much at the Discretion of Him that is to Exercise it. It is Free, I say, to All Intents and Purposes, as to any Legal Coercion upon it, though at the same time, in Point of Conscience, a Man may lie under the Obligation of an Indispensable Duty. So that without forcing the Drift of this Fable, the Bishop is not to Blame here, the Matter simply considered; for the First, Second, or Third denial, or for All together; for such Circumstances may be supposed, with a regard to the Manner, Time, and Person, as might not only Acquit him for the Refusal, but have Reflected upon his Conduct, and Prudence, if he had Granted the Request: So that (with Veneration to the Divine Institution itself, and to Those that Live up to't) we are to take This for the Figure of a lose and a Covetous Prelate, that Disgraces his Character by his Conversation, and sets a Higher Rate upon a Copper Farthing then upon an Apostolical Benediction. Now if This Bishop could have said, Silver and Gold have I None, the Author of This Fable would have absolved him.    

FAB. Ccxcvii A Lapwing preferred.  
UPon a General Invitation to the eagle's Wedding, there were several Birds of Quality among the Rest, that took it in Heavy Dudgeon to see a Lapwing placed at the Upper End of the Table. 'Tis true, they cried, he has a kind of a Coxcomb upon the Crown of him, and a Few Tawdry Feathers; but Alas, he never Eat a Good Meals Meat in his Life, till he came to This Preferment.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Scandal to a Government, and there goes Envy along with it, where Honours are conferred upon Men for Address, Beauty, and External Advantages, rather than for their Qualities and virtues.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Necessary Caution in All Preferments that they be placed upon Fit Men; for the Right Motives; and for the Right Ends. The Advancing of a Fantastical Fool, or Lapwing, Reflects upon the Raiser of him; for 'tis an Ill sign, the very Liking of an Ill Man, and Implies, at least, a Tacit Approbation of the Officers Defects. The Preferring of People indeed to Honourable Charges and Commissions, without either Brains, Blood, Fortune, or Merit, may be so far Reputed a Great Work, as the making of Something out of Nothing, seems to be next door to a Creation: But the Character at last will not Excuse the Person so dignifyed, from Open Envy and Secret Contempt, Where it so falls out that the True Reason of the Choice, is either Fancy without judgement, or Credulity without Enquiry, Enformation, or trial, the Latter is the more Harmless Mistake of the Two; for there's somewhat of Generous in the Confidence, Nowithstanding the Error of the Facility; And as He that Trusts to This Degree, does deserve not to be deceived; so He that Betrays such a Trust, on the Other Hand, is not Worthy to Live. An Ill Reason, in fine, for an Ill Choice, is Worse than No Reason at all; for to proceed upon a Wrong Reason is to Build upon a False Foundation. Will and Pleasure is the Only Plea This Case will bear; for the Authority of the Eagle herself we see was not sufficient to Vindicate a Worthless Minion from Reproach and Scorn.    

FAB. CCXCVIII. A Priest and Pears.  
A jolly Gutling Priest, that was Invited to a Wedding-Dinner, Stumbled upon a parcel of Pears by the Way. The Man was sharp enough set to have made a Breakfast of them, but so taken up with the thought of the Wedding cheer, that he only Pist upon the Pears in Contempt, and so went his Way. He was to Cross a River it seems, but finding the Waters so High, that there was No Passing, he was even glad to Trudge back again as Wise as he Came, and to make a Meal of Those very Pears that he had Pist upon and despised.  

The MORAL.  
Hunger's the Best Sauce.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable shows us, that Delicate and Squeamish Humours in the Matter of Meats and Drinks, are Freak, and fancy, rather than upon any Account of Nature, or Reason. (Some Few Insuperable Aversions only Excepted) There is a Pride, and an Affectation of Singularity, that is never to be pleased with any thing that's Cheap and Common; and there's also a Sensual Intemperance for the Gratifying of the Palate; but Necessity, and no Choice cures either of These Evils. The Priest did Ill in Vilifying These Pears; for All the Fruits of the Earth are the Gifts of Providence, which we ought to have a Reverence for: And he did Foolishly too in not Considering, that he Himself might come to stand in Need of them. But he was forced, in the Conclusion, to Eat That Himself, which he had made Unfit for any body else, and There was his Punishment. A Squeamish Fastidious Niceness in Meats and Drinks, must be cured as we Cure Agues, by Starving.    

FAB. CCXCIX. A Horse and a Hog.  
A Hog took Notice of a Horse in the Height of his Courage, that was Just advancing to Charge an Enemy. Why what a Fool art thou, says the Hog to him, to make such Haste to be destroyed? That Consideration, says the Horse, may do well enough in the Mouth of a Wretched Creature that's only Fatted up to be killed by a Knife, but whenever I'm Taken off, I'll leave the Memory of a Good Name Behind me.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Cause makes the Martyr.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that Consults the Interest of his carcase, before That of his Reputation, or his Country, is Effectually but a Brute, under the Figure of a Man. An Honourable Death is to be preferred much before an Infamous Life. This Hog in the Fable has but taken up the Words and Humour of a Bestial sort of People in the World: Men that lie Wallowing in their Lusts, their Debauches, and their Pleasures, and spending their Censures upon Men of Honour, and public Spirits, without any Regard to the Conscience of either Christian, Moral, or Political Duties. They are more Solicitous for the Pampering of their Bodies, then for the Saving of their Souls, or the Embalming of their Memories: And fall justly under the Reproof of the Horse to the Hog in This Emblem.    

FAB. CCC. A huntsman and a Currier.  
A Currier bought a Bear-skin of a huntsman, and laid him down ready Money for't. The huntsman told him that he would Kill a Bear next day, and he should have the Skin. The Currier, for his Curiosity, went out with the huntsman to the chase, and Mounted a Tree, where he might see the Sport. The huntsman advanced very Bravely up to the Den where the Bear lay, and threw in his Dogs upon him. He Rustled out Immediately, and the Man Missing his Aim, the Bear overturned him. So the Fellow held his Breath, and lay Stone still, as if he were Dead. The Bear Snuffled, and smelled to him; Took him for a carcase, and so left him. When the Bear was gone, and the Danger over, Down comes the Currier from the Tree, and bad the huntsman Rise. Hark ye, my Friend, says the Currier, The Bear whisphered somewhat in your Ear, What was it, I prithee? Oh (says the huntsman) he bade me have a Care for the Future to make sure of the Bear, before I Sell his Skin.  

The MORAL.  
Let no Man Undertake for more than he is able to make Good.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to bid us secure ourselves Before hand of what we Undertake for, and not depend upon Uncertainties. Tho with the Moralist's Leave, the Uncertainty was on the Other Hand, and he that Bought the Skin ran a Greater Risque than tother that Sold it; and had the Worse End of the Staff. 'Tis Good council however, not to make ourselves Answerable for Things out of our Power: Especially where there are Dangerous Contingencies in the Way, as we find in This Fable: For the Bear was within a Hairs Breadth of Spoiling the Jest; It is much at this Rate that we make All our Bargains; We give our Time, Study, Interest, Liberty, and, in short, part with all that's Precious, not only upon Uncertainties, but for Things we can never Obtain. There's no depending upon tomorrow.    

FAB. Ccci A Hermit, and a Soldier.  
THere was a Holy-man that took a Soldier to Task, upon the Subject of his Profession, and laid before him the hazards, the Sins, and the Troubles that Attend People of that Trade; Wherefore, says he, for your soul's sake, Sir, Pray give it over. Well! Father, says the Soldier; I'll do as you bid me; for really we are so I'll paid, and there's so little to be Gotten by Pillage, that I fancy, I had even as good Betake myself to a Godly Life.  

The MORAL.  
When People can Live no longer by their Sins, 'tis High Time for them to Mend their Manners.   

REFLECTION.  
NATURE itself speaks in These Lively Images of Truth. Here's a Good Man, and his Penitent Preaching upon Two several Texts. The Holy Father Enforces the Necessity of the Soldier's Repentance, from the Wicked Course of Life that he Leads, and the Trade that he drives. The Soldier, on the Other hand, is willing to be Converted, for the Times are Dead, he says, and there's Neither Pay, nor Plunder to be got. The World has abundance of These Proselytes, that when they can be no longer Wicked to Advantage, take up an Outward Change of Profession, and pass presently for Babes of Grace, without the Least Symptoms, all this while, of any Inward Change of Mind. This was the Case of One of our Modern Confessors, and Martyrs, who took a Formal Leave of jesus Christ, and told his Ghostly Father, that he was now fully resolved not to Starve for his Religion. Now there are Millions and Millions in the World, of This Man's Kidney, that have the Wit yet to keep their Tongues betwixt their Teeth, and to take up the same Resolution without Noise. How many Instances of the Power of Pay and Pillage, does Every day Produce in all manner of deal and Professions: For Religigion and Property still March Hand in Hand, and Men will do Tricks like Dogs, for Crusts, and Change their Masters both Heavenly, and Earthly for Better Wages. Where's That Law, or Text that has not been overruled some time or other, and Distorted, by a False Gloss to make the Application Profitable, and Easy to the Good People? How often have we heard as Arrant Jangling in the Pulpits, as ever we did in though Steeples: And Professors Ringing as Awk as the Bells, to give notice of the Conflagration which They Themselves were Raising; for we have found it to our Cost, that the Multitude will sooner Kindle with a Pernicious Doctrine then with a Pudding-Lane fireball. 'Tis not Conscience, but Interest that Governs the World; and the Incomparable Hudibras has hit the Point to a Hair.  

What's Orthodox, and True Believing  
Against a Conscience? A Good Living.  
What makes All Doctrines Plain and Clear?  
About Two Hundred Pound a Year.  
And That which was proved True Before,  
Prove False again? Two Hundred More.  
What makes the Breaking of all Oaths,  
A Holy Duty? Food and clothes.   
This it is, in fine, that makes the Devil of a Saint, and a Saint of a Devil; for your Holy Apostate is the Blackest of Hypocrites. The Soldier turns Religious, and he shall do more Mischief in That Shape then ever he did in the Other. For a Corrupted Zeal draws more Blood than a Mercenary Malice.    

FAB. CCCII. A Husband and Wife twice married.  
THere happened a Match betwixt a Widower, and a Widow. The Woman would be perpetually Twitting of her second Husband, what a Man her First was; and her Husband did not forget the Ringing of it in her Ears as often, what an Admirable Woman he had to his First Wife. As the Woman was One day upon the Peevish Pin, a Poor Body comes to the Door, while the Froward Fit was upon her, to beg a Charity. Come in Poor Man (says the Woman) Here's even the Leg of a Capon for thee to pray for the Soul of my First Husband. Nay, faith, says the Husband, and when thy Hand is In, even take the Body and the Rest on't, to pray for the Soul of My First Wife. This was Their way of Teizing One Another, and of Starving the Living to the Honour of the Dead; for they had but That One Capon betwixt them to Supper.  

The MORAL.  
Sauce for a Goose is Sauce for a Gander. There's no Contending with the Laws of God and Man, Especially against Those that have Power, and Right on their Sides.   

REFLECTION.  
WE may learn from This Fable, that it is Common Duty and Discretion, for Men and their Wives, when they are once hampered, to make the Best of a Doubtful Game; for they are One to All Manner of Purposes, by which it is Possible for Two Persons to be United. Their Interest is One and the same, and there's No Touching the Peace, or the Honour of the One, without Wounding That of the Other; but if there happens to be Any Absolute Necessity of Jangling, One of the civilest ways of Reproach is That here before us; and it is but according to the Ordinary Guise and Freak of the World, when any thing comes Cross betwixt the Second Husband and Wife, to be still Celebrating the Memory of the Former. My First Husband (Heaven Rest his Soul) and My First Wife, they Cry, was So and So, and would have done This and That. The Two Main Topiques to Chop logic upon in These domestic Disagreements, are commonly the Upbraiding One Another with what I Was, and what I Might have been; and what a Match I might have had (with a Pox) never considering what they Are, and that what they Are they Must be, which is the Only Point. 'Tis Forty to One that Controversies will Arise one time or Other in That State of Life, when it will be the husband's Part, upon the Matter of Dignity, Preference, and Commission, to Moderate Matters, both by his Authority, and his Prudence; Which is but Consonant to Equity and Right Nature. Wherefore the Woman is Worse than frantic, that, upon These Disputes, will be trying Conclusions with her Husband, for a Better, or a Worse. If he Truckles, she makes him a Coxcomb: If he keeps his Ground, she shows herself to be One, so that she lays all at stake upon the Contest, that a Sober Woman has to Lose. It is much better to give Way betimes to the Stronger, even upon the Matter of Prudence, as well as of Respect, than it would be to Contend at first, and then, either to Cross the cudgels, or to be 〈◊〉 in the Conclusion. The Man and the Woman here never considered that they gave away their Own Meat, and both robbed, and Discredited One Another in the Contest.    

FAB. Ccciii A lion and a Mouse.  
A lion that found himself hampered in a Net, called to a Mouse that was passing by, to help him out of the Snare, and he'd never forget the Kindness, he said. The Mouse gnawed the Threads to pieces, and when he had set the lion at Liberty, desired him in Requital to give him his Daughter. The lion was too Generous to Deny him Any thing, but most Unluckily, as the New Bride was just about to Step into the Marriage Bed, she happened to set her Foot upon her Husband at Unawares, and crushed him to Death.  

The MORAL.  
The Folly of an Inconsiderate Love. The Force of Gratitude, and Good Nature, and the Misery that Accompanies Unequal Matches.   

REFLECTION.  
ALL Matches, Friendships, and Societies are Dangerous and Inconvenient, where the Contractors are Not Equals: And the Mouse under the Paw of the lion, does well enough set forth the Danger of such a Marriage.    

FAB. Ccciu Wax and Brick.  
THere was a Question started once about Wax, and Brick, why the One should be so Brittle, and liable to be Broken with Every Knock, and the Other bear up again All injuries and wethers, so Durable and Firm. The Wax philosophised upon the Matter, and finding it Out at last, that it was Burning made the Brick so Hard, Cast itself into the Fire, upon an Opinion that Heat would Harden the Wax too; but That which Consolidated the One, dissolved the Other.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Folly to try Conclusions without Understanding the Nature of the Matter in Question.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No Trying of Experiments, without laying Things and Things together: For That which is agreeable to the Nature of One Thing, is Many times Contrary to the Nature of Another. Several Humours are to be Wrought upon several Ways, and the Case betwixt Wax and Brick, is the very same Case too betwixt One Man and Another. Some are to be dealt withal by Fair Means; Other by Foul; and That which Hardens the One softens the Other.    

FAB. CCCV. A Husbandman turned Soldier and Merchant.  
OH the Endless Misery of the Life I led! Cries the Moiling Husbandman, to spend all my Days in Ploughing, Sowing, Digging, and Dunging, and to make Nothing on't at last! Why now in a Soldiers Life, there's Honour to be got, and One Lucky Hit sets up a Man for Ever. Faith, I'll even put off my Stock, Get me a Horse and Arms, and Try the Fortune of the War. Away he goes; Makes his Push; Stands the Shock of a battle, and Compounds at last for the Leaving of a Leg or 〈◊〉 behind him, to go Home again. By This Time, he has had his Bellyful of Knight-Errantry, and a New Freak takes him in the Crown. He might do better, he fancies, in the Way of a Merchant. This Maggot has no sooner set him agog; but he gets him a Ship Immediately; Frights her, and so away to Sea upon Adventure: Builds Castles in the Air, and Conceits Both the Indies in his Coffers, before he gets so much as Clear of the Port. Well! And what's the End of All This at last? He falls into Foul wether, among Flats and Rocks, where Merchant, Vessel, Goods and All are lost in One Common Wreck.  

The MORAL.  
A Rambling I evity of Mind is commonly Fatal to us.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Doctrine concerns those that Rashly Change their Condition and Fortune, and commonly fall into the Inconveniencies that they thought to Avoid. He that's Well, already, and, upon a Levity of Mind, Quits his Station, in hope to be Better, 'tis Forty to One, he loses by the Change; for This Lightness is both a Vice, and a Disease, and rather the Wallowing of a Sickly Qualm, than any Reasonable Agitation of council and Debate. The Fault is not in the Place, or business, but in the Stomach; and the Quitting of such a Course of Life, is but shifting Posture in a Fit of Sickness: Let a Man turn which Way he will, he is still as Restless and uneasy One way as Another. Not but that 'tis Reasonable for a Man, under any Calaimity, to use the Best Means he can, Honestly, to get Clear on't. Let it be Pain of Body, Distress of Mind, Loss of Liberty, Pinching Necessity of Fortune; Nay let it be Gout, Stone, or Torments, there's Matter yet left for Industry, council, Generosity, or when All fails, for Philosophy, and Constancy of Mind to Work upon; and to Emprove All the Methods of Providence to our Advantage. Now All This is only an Honourable and Warrantable Conflict, with such Accidents and Circumstances as Providence is pleased to make use of, for the trial of our Faith and virtue. So that These strive are not to be taken for a Contending with superior Powers; but they are Cases Excepted from the Uneasiness here in the Fable; which arises from a Disatisfaction in such a Lot, as might make us abundantly Happy if we would but keep our Desires within Those Bounds which God and Nature have prescribed us. But Men under These Irregular Appetites, can never think themselves Well, so long as they fancy they Might be Better: And then from Better, they must Rise to be Best; and when That Best itself falls short of what they Expected from it, they are still as Poor and Miserable as if they had just Nothing at all. The Husbandman Envies the Soldier; The Soldier Envies the Merchant, and when he has tried All Turns, and Projects, what with the Chance of War, Storms, and pirates, he sees his 〈◊〉 Late, and in Vain Wishes himself with his Hinds and his Flocks again. To say All in a Word, This Levity is both Attended, and punished, with an Impossibllity of Mending our Condition; for we Apply to our Bodies, and our Fortunes, when the Distemper lies in our Minds.    

FAB. CCCVI. An Ass puts in for an Office.  
THere was a Bantering Droll got himself into a very Good Equipage and Employment, by an Admirable Faculty he had in Farting. The success of This Buffoon encouraged an Ass to put in for a Place too; for, says he, I'll Fart with That Puppy for his Commission, and leave it to the judgement of Those that preferred him, which has the Clearer, and the Better Scented Pipe of the Two.  

The MORAL.  
Where public Ministers Encourage Buffonnery, 'tis no wonder if buffoons set up for public Ministers.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable, according to Abstemins, and Others, Touches the Humour of Those that Squander away their Money upon Vanity and Trifles: But it seems to Me to look quite Another Way. With Abstemius' Favour, I should rather take This Fable to Strike at the Natural Consequences of Evil Examples, when the Unreasonableness of One Act shall be made use of as an Argument for Another, no less Unreasonable: For 'tis precedent, Effectually that Governs the World. Why should not One Fool be preferred for ●…arting as well as Another? For in Cases of Competition, he that does Best, even in an Ill, or in a Weak Thing, has a kind of Claim, and Right to a Preference, and the Grosser the Foppery, or the Iniquity, the Fairer the Pretence.  
This Asses putting up for an Office, Taxes the Perverting of Policy and Justice, in Conferring Those Honours, Charges, and Benefits, upon Parasites, Drolls, Buffoons, and other Servile Instruments of Lust and Ambition, that are Due only to Men of Honour and virtue. The Ministers of Government, and of Pleasure, should be carefully distinguished; for it Corrupts both the Morals, and the Understandings of a Nation, when they find the Precepts of Common Honesty, and the Practices of State, to run so directly Counter, as to leave no Hope of Advancement, Credit, or Security, but by living in a Defiance to Nature and Reason: That is to say, by Playing the Fools, and Farting for Preferment.    

FAB. CCCVII. A River and a Fountain.  
THere happened a Dispute betwixt a River, and a Fountain, which of the Two should have the Preference. The River valued itself upon the Plenty and Variety of Fish that it produced; The Advantages of Navigation; The Many Brave Towns and Palaces that were Built upon the Banks of it; purely for the Pleasure of the situation: And then for the General Satisfaction, in fine, that it Yielded to Mankind, in the Matter both of Convenience and Delight: Whereas (says the River) the Fountain passes Obscurely through the Caverns of the Earth; lies buried up in Moss, and comes Creeping into the World, as if it were ashamed to show the Head. The Fountain took the Insolence and the Vanity of This Reproach so Heinously, that it presently Choak'd-up the Spring, and stopped the Course of its Waters: Insomuch that the Channel was immediately dried up, and the Fish left Dead and Stinking in the Mud; as a Just Judgement upon the Stream, for Derogating from the Original and Author of All the Blessings it enjoyed.  

The MORAL.  
He that Arrogates any Good to Himself, detracts from the Author of all the Good he Enjoys.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are too many People in the World of the Humour of This River, that Assume to Themselves what they receive from others, without ever so much as Thinking of the Heavenly Goodness that is the Author of Life itself, and of all the Blessings that Crown the Comfort of it.  
This Fable is a kind of an Expostulatory Debate betwixt Bounty and Ingratitude; betwixt the Divine Goodness, and the Vain Glorious Pride of Corrupt Nature. And the Iniquity of our Proceeding is much the Same, both towards God and Man. We are readier to Claim to ourselves, then to Ascribe to Others, and most Dangerously given to Mistake the Gratuitous Blessings of Heaven, for the Fruits of our Own Industry and virtue. The Fountain of all Goodness, and of all Good Things is God Blessed for ever: But in the Dispensation of his Mercies to the World, some things he does by Himself, others by the Intervention of Natural Means, and by the Mediation of such Instruments as he has appointed for the Conveying of Those Benefits to us. According to this Order, Kings are, by Deputation, the Fountains of Honour and Preferment: And we find Men as Backward every Jot to Acknowledge Temporal, as they are to Acknowledge Spiritual Gifts and Bounties: So that we have Thankless Favourites as well as Graceless Christians. What a Babel do they make now of the Nature of Things, rather than Own the Course of Providence in the Distribution of them! Insomuch that the Faculties that were given us for the Glory and Service of our Master, as well as for the Comfort of our Lives, and the Salvation of our Souls, are turned Point Blank against the very Reason and Intention of them. Sharpness of Wit is Emprov'd to the Dishonour of Him that Gave it. Atheism and Blasphemy dressed up like a Science, and the Understanding that was given us for the Finding out of the Truth, is employed upon Paradoxing, and Ridiculing it. They Value themselves with the River, upon a Conceit, that the Fish, the Beauty, the Conveniency, is All their Own: And what is All This now, but either to Disclaim the Original, or to Defame it? That's Obscure, they say, Neglected, overgrown, and either Not taken Notice of, or not Found: And what's the Is●…ue now of This Vanity, and Distraction? A judgement Treads upon the Heel on't; for Providence stops the Current, lays the Channel Open, and Exposes it to Detestation and Scorn, in all its Filthiness.    

FAB. CCCVIII. A Wicked Man and the Devil.  
A Notorious Malefactor that had Committed I know not how many villainies, and run through the Discipline of as many Goals, made a Friend of the Devil, to help him out in all his Distresses. This Friend of his, brought him off many and many a time, and still as he was Taken up, again and again, he had his Recourse, over and over, to the same Devil for succour. But upon his Last Summons, the Devil came to him with a Great Bag of Old Shoes at his Back, and told him Plainly. Friend (says he) I'm at the End of my Line, and can Help ye No longer. I have beat the Hoof till I have Worn out all These Shoes in Your Service, and not One Penny left me to Buy more: So that you must even Excuse Me if I drop ye here.  

The MORAL.  
The Devil helps his Servants, for a Season; but when they come once to a Pinch, he leaves 'em in the Lurch.   

REFLECTION.  
WICKEDNESS may Prosper for a while; but at the Long Run, He that sets All Knaves at Work, will most certainly Pay them their Wages. The Man pays Dear for his Protection that Pawns his Soul for't: And it may be Another Observation, that the Devil Himself will not Work without Money.    

FAB. CCCIX. A Counsel of Birds for choosing more Kings.  
THE Birds were Mightily possessed with an Opinion, that it was utterly Impossible for the Eagle alone to Administer Equal Justice to All her Subjects; And upon This Ground, there was a Motion put up, for Changing the Monarchy into a republic: But an Old Cunning Crow, that saw further into a Millstone then his Neighbours, with One Word of his Mouth dashed the Project. The More Kings you Have, says he, the more Sacks there are to be filled: And so the Debate fell.  

The MORAL.  
The Common People Hate All Government, and when they are Sick of it in One Form, they Fly to Another, but still they rather Incline to That, which they fancy Easiest to Themselves.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Emblem Insinuates a Government by One to be less Burdensome, than a Government by Many. And it is well enough Adapted to a Profitable Allegory. The Multitude of Birds are imposed upon, that One Monarch is not sufficient for the Discharge of the Office, and therefore there's a Motion put up for the Erecting of More Kings: for Why, say they, should so many Millions of Men be Subjected to the Power and Will of One single Person? This Error was begotten betwixt Faction, and Interest. The One Manages by Design, and the Other falls in upon an Implicit Resignation; or else Yields, upon Facility, and Weakness. In the Conclusion, some Man of Observation, and Experience (as the Crow for the purpose) carries them off Clear from the Reasoning Part, and Applies to the Mobile in their Own Way: That is to say, in a Way of Pocket-Arguments. He never Troubled Himself about the Original of Power, or the Analogy betwixt Monarchy in Heaven, and upon Earth; but gives them a short Stroke upon the Subject of Profit and Loss. You will find it easier, says he, to Fill One Sack then Many: And That Allusion carried the Point.    

FAB. CCCX. A Woman that would needs Die for her Husband.  
A Poor Woman was put out of her Wits in a manner, for fear of losing her Husband. The Good Man was Sick and Given Over, and Nothing would serve the Turn, but Death must needs take Her instead of Him. She called, and prayed, and prayed and called, till at last, Death Presented himself in a Horrible Shape at her Elbow. She very Civilly dropped him a curtsy; And Pray Sir, says she, Do not Mistake yourself; for the Person that You come for lies in the Bed there.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Common Thing to Talk of Dying for a Friend; but when it comes to the Push once, 'tis no more than Talk at last.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Confirms the Proverb, that Charity gins at Home, and when All is done, there's No Man loves a Friend so Well, but he Loves Himself Better. There are No People more Startled at Death, than Those that have gotten a Custom of Calling for't. Oh that Death would Deliver Me! (says One) Oh, that Death would take Me in the Place of my Dear Husband! says tother. But when Death comes to Present Himself indeed, and to take them at their Words, the Good Wife very Civilly puts the Change upon him, and tells him, that the Person he comes for lies in the Bed there. In Few Words, to call for Death in jest, is Vain, and Unprofitable; To call for't in Earnest, is Impious: And to call for't at all, is both Foolish and Needless; for Death will most certainly come at his appointed time, whether he be called for or No.    

FAB. Cccxi A Son Singing at his Mother's Funeral.  
THere was a Good Man that followed his wife's Body to the Grave, Weeping, and wailing all the Way he went, while his Son followed the corpse, Singing. Why Sirrah, says the Father; You should howl, and Wring your Hands, and do as I do, ye Rogue You; and not go Sol-Fa-ing it about like a madman. Why Father, says he, You give the priest's Money to Sing, and will you be Angry with Me for giving ye a Song Gratis? Well, says the Father, but That which may become the Priests will not always become You. 'Tis their Office to Sing; but it is Your Part to Cry.  

The MORAL.  
Funeral Tears are as Arrantly 〈◊〉- out as Mourning Cloaks: and so are the very Offices: And whether we go to our Graves snivelling or Singing, 'tis all but according to the Fashion of the Country, and mere Form.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Methods of Government and of Humane Society, must be preserved, where Every Man has his Roll, and his Station assigned him; and it is not for One Man to break in upon the Province of Another. This Moral tells us also, that when One Man Condoles for the Distresses of Another, 'tis more for Money, or for Company, then for Kindness.  
'Tis a slavish sort of Ceremony, and Imposition, that People must be trained up, by Certain Rules of Art, and Prescription, to the very Manage and Government of the most Free and Natural of our Affections; for we are Taught and Appointed the very Methods, and Degrees, of Grieving, and rejoicing; and to do Honour to the Dead, by the Counterfeit Lamentations of the Living. But This way of Mourning by Rule, is rarher an Ostentation of Sorrow, than an Indication of it. Now to say the Truth of the Matter, Terms and Modes have Corrupted the Sincerity of our Manners, as well toward our Living Friends, as to the Memory of Those Departed. We have hardly any thing left in our Conversation that is Pure and Genuine: But the way of Civility in Fashion, casts a Blind over the Duty, under some Certain Customary precedents of Empty Words: So that at This rate, we Impose One upon Another, without any regard to Faith, Truth, or virtue. But we must Sing in some Cases, and Cry in Others, and there's an End on't.    

FAB. CCCXII. A jealous Husband.  
A jealous Husband Committed his Wife in Confidence to the Care and Custody of a Particular Friend; with the Promise of a Considerable Reward if he could but keep her Honest. After some Few Days, the Friend grew Weary of his Charge, and desired her Husband to take his Wife Home again, and Release him of his Bargain; for, says he, I find it utterly Impossible to Hinder a Woman from any thing she has a Mind to. If it were to turn a Bag of Fleas lose into a Meadow every Morning a Grazing, and Fetch them home again at Night, I durst be answerable with my Life for the Doing of it, to a single Flea, but tother is a Commission I dare go no further in.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis enough to Make a Woman a Whore, but so much as to fancy her One, and then 'tis no Boot to be jealous neither; for if the Humour takes her to be jadish, 'tis not All the Locks, Bolts and Spies in Nature that can keep her Honest.   

REFLECTION.  
JEALOUST, betwixt Man and Wife, does but Provoke, and inflame the Appetite, as it sets the Invention at Work upon Ways and Means of giving One Another the Slip: And when it comes to a trial of Skill once, 'tis a Carrying of the Cause to gain the Point, and there's a kind of Perverse Reputation in getting the Better on't. Briefly, 'tis Labour Lost on Both sides, while the One is never to be restrained, nor the Other to be satisfied: For jealousy Rages as well without Reason as with it. Nay the very Will to do a Thing is as Good as the Thing Done; And his Head is as Sick, that but fancies the Thing Done, as if he saw the very Doing of it with his Own Eyes. The Ways of a Woman that has a mind to play Fast and lose, are as Unsearchable as the very Thoughts of her Heart; and therefore the Friend here was in the Right to Discharge Himself of his Trust, and throw up his Commission.    

FAB. Cccxiii A Man that would not take a Glister.  
WHen the Patient is Rich, there's No Fear of Physicians about him, as Thick as Wasps to a Honey-Pot; and there was a Whole College of them called to a Consultation upon a Purse-Proud Dutchman, that was Troubled with a Megrim. The Doctors prescribed him a Clyster; The Patient fell into a Rage upon't. Why Certainly These People are All Mad, says he, to talk of Curing a man's Head at his Tayl.  

The MORAL.  
He that Consults his Physician, and will not fellow his Advice, must be his Own Doctor: But let him take the Old Adage along with him. He that Teaches Himself has a Fool to his Master.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Miserable Thing, when Men that Understand Nothing at all, shall take upon them to Censure, and to Pre-judge every thing that they do not Understand. What's the Use of a College, if every Particular Man shall set up to be his Own Doctor. And 'tis the same Case where Subjects tske upon them to Correct Magnificat, and to Prescribe to their Superiors. Let every Man be Trusted in his Own Way, and let the Doctor Prescribe to the Patient, not the Patient to the Doctor. For at the Rate of This thick-skulled Blunder-head, every Plow-jobber shall take upon him to Read upon Divinity, Law, and politics, as well as physic.    

FAB. CCCXIV. A wolf and a Sick Ass.  
THere was a certain wolf, that in a Qualm of Wonderful Charity, made a Visit to an Ass, that lay Ill of a Violent Fever. He felt his Pulse very Gingerly, and, pray, my Good Friend, says he, Whereabouts is your Greatest Pain. Oh, Gently, says the Ass; for it Pricks me just there still where you lay your Finger.   

FAB. Cccxu. A Fox and a Sick Cock.  
A Cock took his Bed upon a Fit of Sickness, and a Fox of his Old Acquaintance, gave him the compliment of a Visit, and asked him how he felt himself. Alas! says the Cock, I'm even ready to smother for want of Breath; and if you'd be pleased but to stand off, and give me a Little Fresh Air, I fancy I should be somewhat more at Ease.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
The Charity of our deathbed Visits from One to Another, is much at a Rate (generally Speaking) with That of a Carrion Crow to a Sheep; we smell a carcase.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are no Visits so Officious, and Importune, as those that People think to get by; Especially when our Thoughts are taken up with Matters of Greater Moment. Beside, that there's a Design upon us in the very compliment. These Fables may serve to Point out to us, that there are Men, as well as Wolves and Foxes, that wait for the carcase; That is to say, for an Office, an Estate, a Commission, Lands, Money, Jewels, or whatever else People lie Gaping for in Reversion, according to the Practice of the World: So that there's Little Trust to These Deathbed Ceremonies; which, for the Greater Part, have more in them of Avarice, and Interest, then of Piety and Good Will: So that Effectually, a Wolves Visiting a Sick Ass, is but Saying Grace to a Dead One.    

FAB. Cccxvi Three Things are the Better for Beating.  
A Good Woman happened to pass by as a Company of Young Fellows were Cudgelling a Wallnut-Tree, and asked them what they did That for? This is only by the Way of Discipline, says one of the Lads; for 'tis Natural for Asses, Women, and Wallnut-Trees to Mend upon Beating.  

The MORAL.  
Spur a jade a Question and he'll Kick ye an Answer.   

REFLECTION.  
PEOPLE should not be too Inquisitive, without Considering how far They Themselves may be concerned in the Answer to the Question.    

FAB. CCCXVII. The Asses Wish.  
AN Ass was Wishing in a Hard Winter, for a Little Warm wether, and a Mouthful of Fresh Grass to Knab upon, in Exchange for a Heartless Truss of Straw, and a Cold Lodging. In Good Time, the Warm wether, and the Fresh Grass comes on; but so much toil and business along with it, that the Ass grows quickly as Sick of the Spring as he was of the Winter. His next Longing is for Summer; but what with Harvest Work, and other Drudgeries of That Season, he is Worse now than he was in the Spring; and then he fancies he shall never be Well till Autumn comes; But There again, what with Carrying Apples, Grapes, fuel, Winter-Provisions, etc. he finds himself in a Greater Hurry than ever. In fine, when he has trod the Circle of the Year in a Course of Restless Labour, his Last Prayer is for Winter again, and that he may but take up his Rest where he began his Complaint.  

The MORAL.  
The Life of an Unsteady Man runs away in a Course of Vain Wishes, and Unprofitable Repentance: An Unsettled Mind can never be at Rest. There's No Season without its business.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Asses Wish here, is the Lively Image of a Foolish, and a Miserable Levity of Mind; and, in truth, there is but too much in't of the Figure, and the business of Humane Life; for we spend our days in a kind of Lazy, Restless Indisposition, that looks as if we would fain be doing something, and yet never goes further, then to a Shifting from One Proposition to Another. Wishing and Woulding, (as they say) has somewhat in it of an Analogy to Stretching, and Yawning; We only Drowse when we think we Live, and our time runs away in Fancying Castles in the Air, and in putting of Cases. The Inference that we are to draw from hence is This; If an Unsettled Head and Heart be so Grievous a Calamity, the Squaring of a Man's Thoughts, Wishes and Desires, to the Lot that Providence has set Out for him, is both a Blessing, and a Duty.  
He that is still Weary of the Present, shall be most certainly solicitous for the Future. For the Present is only the Course of so many moment's into time to Come. He that Gapes after he knows not what, shall be sure to Lose his Longing. He Changes, out of restlessness, not Choice, and so long as he carries the same Mind about him, the Circumstances of his Condition will never Alter the Case. His Present Thoughts are Uneasy, because his Present State does not Please him, and so he goes on at a Venture. Shifting and Casting about for somewhat else that may better Agree with him. The bachelor wants a Wife; The married Man wants his Liberty; The Statesman has a Mind to be Private. The countryman lives out of the World: The Man of business is a Slave to't; And he that's out of Employment, makes it his Excuse, that he is forced to Drink or Whore for want of somewhat else to do. There's no Measure to be taken of an Unsteady Mind; but still 'tis either too Much, or too Little; too Soon, or too Late. The Love of Novelty begets, and increases the Love of Novelty; and the oftener we Change, the more Dangerous and Troublesome do we find This Itch of Variety to be. The Ass was Sick of the Spring; Sicker yet of the Summer; more Sick still of 〈◊〉; and Sickest of All, of the Winter; till he's brought, in the End, to Compound for his First Condition again, and so take up with That for his Satisfaction, which he reckoned upon before as his Misfortune.  
This it is, when Fickle and Foolish People will be Prescribing To, and Refining upon the Wise and Gracious Appointments of the Maker of the World. They know not what they Are, and they know not what they Would be, any further, then that they would not be what they are. Let their Present State in the World be what it will, there's still something or other in't that makes their Life wearisome: And they are as Peevish Company to Themselves too, as they are to their Neighbours; for there's not One Circumstance in Nature, but they shall find Matter to Pick a Quarrel at: Let it be Health, Fortune, Conversation, Kindred, Friends, it will be all a Case, so long as Weak, and Wayward Men shall go on Grumbling, and Cavilling at the Works and Dispensations of Heaven. Were it not better now for People to be Quiet at first; and to sit down Contentedly in the Post where Providence has placed them? Were it not better to do the Great Work of Life Betimes, by the Help of a Seasonable Prudence and virtue, then to Deliver up ourselves to the Torments of Hopes and Fears, and be forced to do't at last, by the Dear-bought Experience of our Follies, and the Necessity of giving over what we can do no Longer?  
This is not yet to bar Honest Industry, or a Sober Application to those Ways, Studies, or Means that may probably Contribute to the Mending of a Man's Fortune: Provided that he set up his Resolution beforehand, not to let himself down below the Dignity of a Wise Man, be the Issue of his Endeavours what it will. He that is not Content at Present, carries the same Weakness along with him to his next Remove; for whoever either Passionately Covets any thing that he has Not, or feels himself Glutted with a Satiety of what he Possesses, has already lost his Hold: So that if we would be Happy, we must Fix upon some Foundation that can never Deceive us; and Govern ourselves by the Measures of Sobriety and Justice. All the rest is but the Asses Circulation of more and more Anxiety, and Trouble.    

FAB. CCCXVIII. A Cat and Mice.  
AS a Company of Mice were Peeping out of their Holes for Discovery, they spied a Cat upon a Shelf; that lay and looked so Demurely, as if there had been neither Life nor Soul in her. Well (says one of the Mice) That's a Good natured Creature, I'll Warrant her; One may read it in her very Looks; and truly I have the Greatest Mind in the World to make an Acquaintance with her. So said, and so done; but so soon as ever Puss had her within Reach, she gave her to Understand, that the Face is not always the Index of the Mind.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Hard Matter for a Man to be Honest and Safe; for his very Charity and Good Nature Exposes, if it does not Betray him.   

REFLECTION.  
NO Treachery so Mortal, as That which Covers itself under the Masque of Sanctity. A wolf does a Great deal more Mischief in a Sheeps-Skin, then in his Own Shape and Colour. The Mouse that took this Cat for a Saint, has very Good Company, not only in her Mistake, but in her Misfortune too: For we have seen a whole Assembly of These Mousing Saints, that under the Masque of Zeal, Conscience, and Good Nature, have made a Shift to lay I know not how many Kingdoms in blood and Ashes.    

FAB. Cccxix A Boar and a Fox.  
AS a Boar was Whetting his Teeth against a Tree, up comes a Fox to him. Pray what do you Mean by That? (says he) for I see no Occasion for't. Well, says the Boar, but I do; for when I come once to be Set upon, 'twill be too Late for me to be Whetting, when I should be fight.   

FAB. CCCXX. A wolf and a Porcupine.  
YOUR Porcupine, and your hedgehog, are somewhat Alike, only the Former has longer and sharper Prickles than the Other; And these Prickles he can Shoot, and Dart at an Enemy. There was a wolf had a Mind to be Dealing with him, if he could but get him disarmed first; and so he told the Porcupine in a friendly Way, that it did not look Well for People in a Time of Peace, to go armed, as if they were in a State of War; and so advised him to lay his Bristles aside; for (says he) You may Take them up again at pleasure. Do you talk of a State of War? says the Porcupine, Why That's my Present Case, and the very Reason of my Standing to my Arms, so long as a wolves in the Company.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
No Man, or State can be Safe in Peace that is not always in readiness to Encounter an Enemy in case of a War.   

REFLECTION.  
ALL business that is Necessary to be done should be done Betimes: And there's as little Trouble of doing it In Season too, as Out of Season: Neither is it Effectually done at all, but in the Proper time of Doing it: So that 'tis Good Discretion, and Good Advice, to provide against Danger beforehand; for he that's always Ready can never be taken with a Why-not.  
'Tis a piece of Good council, in All the Affairs of Humane Life, to take care of Securing ourselves that we be not either betrayed, or surprised: But as it is Wisdom to keep ourselves upon a Guard; so it is Matter of Good Manners also, and Respect; neither to do, nor to say any thing, that may Import a Jealousy, or a Distrust. All the Duties of Government, and Society; Nay, All Offices, Civil and Religious, where Prudence, Conscience, or Common Faith are concerned, have their Proper Seasons. 'Tis too Late to Hinder Mischief when the Opportunity is once past, and therefore the Timing of Things is a Main Point in the Dispatch of All Affairs. There can be no Safe. or Sure Peace, where People are not always in readiness for War; for the Common wellbeing of Mankind, does not so much Depend upon the Faith of Men, and of Governments, as upon the Temporary and Contingent Occasions of breaking the Peace with Advantage. 'Tis not public Justice Alone, that can Uphold a Government, without the Aid of Policy and council. Men do Naturally Indulge Those Opinions and Practices, that favour their Pretensions; and 'tis too much to Superadd Powerful Temptations to do Wrong, to the Force of Vicious Inclinations to do it. The Boar's Whetting his Teeth, was only an Act of Necessary Precaution, for fear of the Worst: And the Porcupine did Wisely too, in keeping himself upon his Guard when the Enemy was in View.    

FAB. Cccxxi A Mouse and a Kite.  
A Simple Mouse had the Fortune to be near at hand, when a Kite was taken in a Net. The Kite begged of her to try if she could help her out. The Mouse gnawed a Hole in't, and set her at Liberty; and the Kite Eat up the Mouse for her Pains.  

The MORAL.  
Save a Thief from the Gallows and he'll Cut your Throat.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS No New Thing in the World to Return Evil for Good. Nay, there are some Natures so sour, and so Ungrateful, that they are never to be obliged. All Kites of This Humour do not Wear Feathers: Neither do All such Mice wear Long tails. There are Cases, wherein our Very Tenderness, and Charity, becomes a Snare to us, and there are People too, that fancy No Blood so sweet, as That of the Person to whom they stand Indebted for their Lives and Fortunes: But then if One Man should Cease to be Generous, and Charitable, because Another Man is Sordid, and Ungrateful. It would be much in the Power of the Basest of Vices to Extinguish the most Christian, and Humane of virtues. These Lewd Examples May however, and Ought to Recommend Prudence and Caution to us; but without Killing, or Quenching Good Nature. There are, 'tis true, some People so hardened in Wickedness, as to have No Sense at all of the most Friendly Offices, or the Highest Benefits. Now in These Desperate Cases, a Man is little Better than Felo-de-se, that for the Helping of Another Ventures the Undoing of Himself. Nay, and 'tis somewhat more than a Venture too, when a Mouse lays itself at the Mercy of a Kite.    

FAB. CCCXXII. A Cockle and Jupiter.  
IN Old Time, when Jupiter was in the Humour of Granting Petitions, a Cockle made it his Request, that his House and his Body might be All of a Piece. Jupiter made him Answer, that it would be a Burden to him, instead of a Favour. Yes says the Cockle, but it will be such a Burden as I had rather Bear, then lie exposed to Ill Neighbours.  

The MORAL.  
Impertinent Visits are the Plague of a Sober Man's Life, and therefore 'tis a Happy thing when a Body may be at Home, or Not at Home, as He Pleases.   

REFLECTION.  
GOOD, or Bad Company, is either the Greatest Blessing, or the Greatest Plague of Humane Life; and therefore the Cockles was a very Reasonable, and a Pertinent Request. There's No Liberty like the Freedom of being public or Private as a Body pleases; And having it at my own Choice, whether I will live to the World, or to myself.    

FAB. CCCXXIII. A Bitch ready to Puppy.  
A Big-bellyed Bitch borrowed Another bitch's Kennel to lay her Burden in. The Proprietress, after some time, Demanded Possession again, but the Other begged her Excuse and Patience, only till her Whelps might be able to shift for Themselves. This was Agreed upon for so many Days longer: But the Time being expired, the Bitch that was Out, grew More and More Pressing for her Own again. Why then says the Other, if you can force Me and My Puppies Out of the Kennel, You shall have Free Liberty to come In.   

FAB. CCCXXIV. A hedgehog and a Snake.  
A Snake was prevailed upon in a Cold Winter, to take a hedgehog into his Cell; but when he was Once in, the Place was so Narrow, that the Prickles of the hedgehog were very Troublesome to his Companion: so that the Snake told him, he must needs Provide for Himself somewhere else, for the Hole was not Big enough to Hold them Both. Why then, says the hedgehog, He that Cannot Stay shall do Well to Go: But for my Own Part, I am even Content where I am, and if You be not so too, Y'are Free to Remove.  

The MORAL.  
Possession is Eleven Points of the Law.   

REFLECTION.  
EVERY Man is to provide against Fraud and Treachery, where the Person he deals with may be the Better for't. Forewarned, forearmed. 'Tis not Safe to join Interests with Strangers, upon such Terms, as to lay ourselves at Mercy. In All Offices of Christian Charity, and of Prudent Conversation, People should have a Strict Regard to the Humour and Character of the Persons they deal withal; to the Degrees and Measures of Things; and to the Consequences upon the Whole Matter, in case of the Worst. It is not Every man's talon to Distinguish Aright upon All the Necessities of Affairs of This Nature. That is to say, how far our Prudence, may Warrant our Charity, and how far our Charity may Comport with our Prudence. 'Tis Dangerous on the One hand to pass the Rules of Discretion; and it is inhuman on the Other, not to Acquit ourselves in All the Functions of Tenderness, and Good Nature; for Piety and Wisdom are Both wrapped up in the Question. The very same Good Office may be a virtue toward One Man, and a Folly toward Another. One may justify the running of a Risque, in favour of a Man of Integrity and Good Fame: But where there is an Habitual Ingratitude on the One side, and a Considerable Hazzard on the Other, there's No Trusting. I shall not need to Enlarge upon This Topique, in a World that makes Good the Allegory by so many Instances of Daily Practice and Conversation. How many Fresh Examples may we find in our Own Memory, of Men that after All the Obligations Imaginable, and in Contradiction to All the ties of Honour, Justice, and Hospitality have served their Masters, Patrons, and Benefactors, as the hedgehog served the Snake here!    

FAB. CCCXXV. A Fox and a Hare.  
A Fox and a Hare were in a Warm Contest once, which of the Two could make the Best Shift in the World. When I am pursued, says the Hare, I can show the Dogs a Fair pair of Heels, and run away from 'em at pleasure: And yet for All That, says the Fox, I have Baffled more of'em with My Wiles and my Shifts, than ever You did with your Footmanship.  

The MORAL.  
Wisdom is as much beyond Force, as Men are beyond Brutes.   

REFLECTION.  
A Good Bodily Strength and Disposition is a Felicity of Nature, but nothing Comparable yet to the Advantages of a Large Understanding, and a Ready Presence of Mind. Wisdom does more than Force; but they do Best together, for a sound Mind in a sound Body, is the Perfection of Humane Bliss. A Fox, 'tis true, may be some time Outwitted, and a Hare outstripped; but This does not hinder yet the Excellency of One Faculty above the Other.    

FAB. CCCXXVI. An Old Man resolved to give over Whoring.  
THere was an Old Tost, that in the very State of Impotence, had still a Whore in the Head of him. His Ghostly Father took Notice of it, and plied him Hard with wholesome Advice, upon the Subject of the Lusts of the Flesh. This Reverend Fornicator thanked him most hearty for his Kind and Christian council, and by the Grace of Heaven, says he, I'll fellow it; For to tell ye the Plain Truth on't, I am told that 'tis Naught for me; and really, my Body is quite out of Tune for Those Gambols.  

The MORAL.  
When Things are at the Worst they'll Mend.   

REFLECTION.  
MORE Men Reclaim out of Shame, Fear, or Pure Necessity, then for the Love of Honour, or virtue. They that are Honest upon These Terms would be Arrant Kanves if the Tables were turned. They go along with the Devil, while there's either Pleasure, or Profit to be had on That side; but when they come once to lose the taste of the One, and the Means of the Other, they are presently registered in the calendar of New Converts. The Countenance of This Fable looks a little betwixt jest and Earnest; but This Mixture of Appearance does not Hinder it from being a most Edifying satire upon the Corruptions, and False Semblances of Humane Life. Lord! How Sober, and Temperate do People grow, when they can Drink and Whore no longer!    

FAB. CCCXXVII. An Impertinent and a Philosopher.  
A Certain Pragmatical, senseless Companion would make a Visit to a Philosopher. He found him Alone in his Study, and fell a Wond'ring how he could Endure to led so Solitary a Life, The Learned Man told him; Sir, says he, You are Exceedingly Mistaken; for I was in very Good Company till You came In.  

The MORAL.  
Good Thoughts and Good Books are very Good Company.   

REFLECTION.  
A Wise Book is much better than a Foolish Companion; And the Dead, in such a case, are much Better than the Living. It is one of the most vexatious Mortifications perhaps, of a Sober, and a Studious man's Life, to have his Thoughts disordered, and the very Chain of his Reason discomposed, by the Importunity of a Tedious, and an Impertinent Visit. Especially, if it be from a Fool of Quality, where the very Figure of the Man Entitles him to All Returns of Good Manners and Respect. And the Affliction is yet more Grievous, where That Prerogative of Quality, is further backed and Corroborated, with a Real Kindness, and Good Will: For a Man must be inhuman, and Ungrateful, as well as Rude, if he does but so much as Offer, at the Easing, or the Relieving of Himself. The Drist of This Fable at last, is to tell us, that Good Books and Good Thoughts are the Best Company, and that they are Mistaken that think a Wise Man can ever be Alone. It prepares us also to Expect Interruptions, and Disappointments, and to Provide for 'em; but withal, to take the Best Care we can to Prevent the Plague of Ill Company, by avoiding the Occasions of it. The Linking of a Man of Brains and Honesty into a Lewd Insipid Conversation, is Effectually but the Moral of That Tyrant, that Bound the Living, and the Dead together, and yet This is it which the Impertinent takes for the Relief of Solitude, and the Blessing of That which he calls Company.    

FAB. CCCXXVIII. A wolf in a Sheeps-skin.  
THere goes a Story of a wolf, that wrapped himself up in a sheepskin, and worried Lambs for a Good while under That Disguise; but the Shepherd Met with him at last, and Trust him up, Sheeps-skin and all, upon an Eminent Gibbet, for a Spectacle, and an Example. The Neighbours made a Wonderment of it, and asked him what he meant to Hang up his Sheep? Oh, says he, That's only the Skin of a Sheep, that was made use of to Cover the Heart, Malice, and Body of a wolf that Shrouded himself Under it.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
Hypocrisy is only the Devils Stalking Horse, under an Affectation of Simplicity and Religion. People are not to be judged by their Looks, Habits, and Appearances; but by the Character of their Lives and Conversations, and by their Works.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable is moralised in the Holy Gospel itself. 'Tis with all Men that are Notoriously Wicked, of what Degree or State, or in what point of Iniquity soever, much after the Rate of the wolf in This Fiction. Tyranny Marches under the Masque of Care, Piety, and Protection. Injustice sets up the Rigorous Letter of the Law to Weigh against the Improbity of the Witness: The Pawn-Broker pretends Charity, and the Oppressor Flays the Widow and the Orphan: And at the same Time, Preaches Mercy and Compassion, with the very same Breath. Treachery Covers itself under a Cloak of Kindness and Friendship; and Nothing more Frequent than Wolves in Lambs-Skins, even in the most Solemn Offices of Church and State. This Fable Extends to All the Lewd Practices of Hypocrites and Impostors, under the Colour of Pious, and Charitable Works and Duties. Now if All our Moral Wolves in sheeps-clothing, were but served as This Hypocritical wolf was in the Fiction, and Hung-up Indeed, with their Crimes in Capital Letters on their Foreheads, Common Truth and Honesty among Men would be more Sacred.    

FAB. CCCXXIX. An Incouragable Son.  
IT was the Hard Lot of a very Good Man to have a Vicious Young Fellow to his Son; and he did what he could to Reclaim him: But Sir (says he) for brevity's sake, 'tis only so much Time and council thrown away; for all the parson's a●… the Town have been Baiting me I know not how long now, upon the same Subject, and I'm not One Jot the Better for't.  

The MORAL.  
Some Men Live as if they had made a Covenant with Hell; Let Divines, Fathers, Friends say what they will, they Stop their Ears against them: And Good Counsel is wholly Cast away upon them.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable would go a Great way, if it were wrought up to the height. As for the Purpose; to all Manner of Graceless, and Hopeless Characters. Some People are lost for want of Good Advice; Others for want of giving Good Heed to't; And some again take up Resolutions beforehand never to Mend. Nay there are Those that Value themselves upon the very Contempt of All that. is Sacred and Honest, and make it a Point of Bravery to bid Defiance to the Oracles of Divine Revelation, the Motions of Reasonable Nature, and the Laws of Government. This Contradiction to the Duty of a Sober Man is yet farther heightened, by the Disobedience of a Son to a Parent: and farther yet, by a Spiteful Opposition to All the Precepts of Morality and Religion. There's somewhat of a Droll-Mixture in This Bantering way of Liberty, to make a body Laugh where he should Cry: But 'tis past a Sporting Matter, when the most Necessary Duties of Christianity come to be the Question. There's No Room for Trifling in Those Cases.    

FAB. CCCXXX. A Sheep-Biter hanged.  
A Certain Shepherd had One Favourite-Dog, that he had a Particular Confidence in above all the rest. He fed him with his Own hand, and took more Care of him, in short, then of any of his Fellows. This Kindness went on a Long Time, till in Conclusion, upon the Missing of some Sheep, he fancied This Cur to be False to him: After This Jealousy, he kept a Strict Eye upon him, and in fine, found it out, that This Trusty Servant of his was the Felon. Upon the Discovery, he had him presently taken up, and bade him prepare for Execution. Alas! Master, says the Dog, I am One of your Family, and 'twould be hard to put a domestic to Extremities: Turn your Displeasure upon the Wolves rather, that make a Daily Practice on't to Worry your Sheep. No, no, says the Shepherd, I'd sooner Spare Forty Wolves that make it their Profession to Kill Sheep, than One Sheep-biting Cur that's Trusted with the Care of them. There's somewhat of Franckness and Generosity in the One; but the Other is the Basest of Treacheries.  

The MORAL.  
No Perfidy like Breach of Faith and Trust, under the Seal of Friendship: For an Adversary under That Masque, is much more Unpardonable than a barefaced Enemy.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are Political Sheep-biters as well as Pastoral; Betrayers of public Trusts, as well as of Private; And Humane Curs that are as Wolvish as the Other. This Maxim however, holds in All Cases; that Breach of Faith, and Trust, is the most Odious, Inhospitable and inhuman of Civil, as well as of Moral Offences. A special Confidence in One more than in Another, though from a King to a Subject, or from a Master to a Servant, has some Analogy in't of Friendship, but the Matter should be thoroughly weighed and examined, before we put it to the Utmost trial and Test. A Man may be too Hard, or too Easy; too adventurous or too Wary, in passing a judgement upon the Character of the Person▪: But above all things, it will concern us perfectly to Understand the Honour, the Practice, and the Conversation of the Man we Propose for a Friend, before we lay any Stress upon his Faith; Not but that we may believe Well of a Man, and yet not think fit to Trust him: So that a Charity on the One hand does not authorise a Confidence on the Other: It is not Amiss however, to lay Baits for a Man in such a Case, and to try him on the Blind-side. As if a Man be Covetous, Profit, or Bribes may put him to the Test, and so Answerably in Other Cases. Powerful Temptations Articificially disposed, are the Best Essay, and Assurance of a Man's Faith and Honesty that the Matter will bear. This Dog here would perhaps have Fought for his Master in any Other Case, though he betrayed him in This: But the Love of Mutton was his Weak side: Which in some sort Answers to That which we call Peccatum in Delicijs in Mankind. This Infirmity however did not Excuse the Treachery, and the Kinder the Master the more Unpardonable is the traitor.    

FAB. CCCXXXI. A Bull and a Ram.  
THere was One Master-Ram that Beat All his Fellows out of the Field, and was so puffed up with the Glory of his Exploits, that Nothing would serve him but he must Challenge a Bull to the Combat. They Met, and upon the First Encounter, there lay the Ram for Dead; but coming to himself again; Well (says he) This is the Fruit of my Insolence, and Folly, in Provoking an Enemy, that Nature has made my Superior.  

The MORAL.  
Where People will be Provoking and Challenging their Superiors, either in Strength, or Power, 'tis not so much a Bravery of Spirit, as a Rude and Brutal Rashness; and they pay Dear for't at last.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS not Courage, but Temerity, for Men to Venture their Lives, Reputations and Fortunes upon Unequal Encounters; Unless where they are obliged by an overruling Impulse of Honour, Conscience, and Duty, to stand All hazards. That which the World Accounts Brave, is in Truth, no Better than Brutal, where there is not Reason, Justice, and Prudence to Direct and Govern it. 'Tis One thing for a Man to be Firm, and Fearless, against Honest Dangers, let them appear never so Terrible, when his Honour for the Purpose, his Country, or his Conscience, calls upon him to Encounter them: But to run his Head against stonewalls, or to put his Shoulders to a Sea-Breach, to Attempt Insuperable Difficulties, and needlessly to Provoke Invincible Enemies, purely out of a Vain Opinion of his Own Strength; This would be just the Moral of the Ram here in the Fable.    

FAB. CCCXXXI. A Widow and a Green Ass.  
THere was a Widow that had a Twittering toward a second Husband, and she took a Gossipping Companion of hers to her Assistance, how to Manage the Job. The Truth of it is, says she, I have a Dear Mind to Another Bedfellow; but the devilish People would keep such a Snearing, and Pointing at me, they'd make me even Weary of my Life. You are a Fine Widow i' faith, says tother, to Trouble your Head for the Talk of the People. Pray will ye Mind what I say to ye now. You have an Ass here in your Grounds; go your ways and get That Ass Painted Green, and then let him be carried up and down the Country for a Show. Do This, I say, without any more Words, for Talk does but Burn daylight. The Thing was done accordingly; and for the first Four or Five Days, the Green Ass had the Whole Country at his Heels; Man, Woman, and Child, Staring and Hooting after him. In four or five Days More, the Humour was quite Spent, and the Ass might Travel from Morning to Night, and not One Creature to take Notice of him. Now (says the friendly Adviser) A New married Widow is a kind of a Green Ass: Every body's Mouth will be Full on't for the first four or five Days, and in four or five More, the Story will even Talk itself Asleep.  

The MORAL.  
Common Fame is as False and Impudent as a Common Strumpet. Let Every Man live to his Conscience, and never Trouble his Head with the Talk of the People.   

REFLECTION.  
There is no Mystery in telling us that a Widow may be prevailed upon to Think of a Second Husband; but the Weight of This Emblem lies upon Those Cases where there Occur a Thousand Scruples, and Difficulties, that may startle People at first, and yet in the Conclusion, prove but a Nine-Day's Wonder. The Foolery of the Widow and the Green Ass, shows pleasantly enough, how Easy a Matter it is for a Bold Face, a Good Assurance, and a Reasonable Stock of Wit and Address, to put Common Fame itself out of Countenance: And it is a part of Prudence beside, not to sink under the Impression of an Ill Report: Provided there be Integrity and Innocence to Support That Firmness of Mind. A Wise Man will not make his Happiness Precarious: He looks to his Conscience, and leaves the World to take its Course. 'Tis the Novelty, not the Quality of Things, that sets People a Gaping and a Gazing at them: But when they come once to be Familiar, the Wonder goes off, and Men return to their Wits again. The Main Consideration is This, whether the Matter in Question be Good or Evil; Honourable or Dishonourable; Not according to a Vulgar Estimate, but in the Genuine Truth, and Nature of it. 'Tis Foolish, either to Fear, or to Mind what the People say of a Man, in cases where he stands or falls to his Own Conscience.    

FAB. CCCXXXIII. An Eagle and rabbits.  
THere was an Eagle that drew a Nest of rabbits, and carried them away to her Young. The Mother-Cony followed her with Tears in her Eyes, Adjuring her in the Name of All Those Powers that take care of the Innocent and Oppressed, to have Compassion upon her Miserable Children: But she, in an Outrage of Pride and Indignation, Tears them presently to pieces. The coney, upon This, Convenes a Whole Warren; Tells her Story and Advises upon a Revenge: For Divine justice (says she) will never suffer so Barbarous a Cruelty to scape unpunished. They Debated the Matter, and came to an Unanimous Resolve upon the Question, that there was no Way of paying the Eagle in her Kind, but by Undermining the Tree where she timbered. So they all fell to work at the Roots of the Tree, and left it so little foothold, that the first Blast of Wind laid it Flat upon the Ground, Nest, Eagles and All. Some of 'em were killed with the Fall; Others were Eaten up by Birds and Beasts of Prey, and the coney had the Comfort at last, of Destroying the eagle's Children, in Revenge for her Own.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis Highly Imprudent, even in the Greatest of Men, Unnecessarily to Provoke the Meanest: When the Pride of Pharaoh Himself was brought down by Miserable Frogs and Lice.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's Nothing so Little as to be Wholly despised; for the most Inconsiderable of Creatures may at Some time or Other, by some Means or Other, come to Revenge itself upon the Greatest; Not by its Own Force so much, as by the Working of Divine Justice, that will not Suffer Oppression to pass unpunished. In cases of Powerful Injustice, the Greatest are not to Presume, nor the Meanest to Despair.  
We are to Distinguish upon This Fable, what the Eagle did as a Tyrant, and what she did as a Bird of Prey: And likewise betwixt a Passion which is purely Vindictive, and Those Counsels where Divine Justice Interposes toward the Avenging of the Innocent. Here is Power Triumphing over Weakness; a Criminal Cruelty over Helpless Innocence, and That Cruelty Inexorable too, and Deaf to the Tears, Supplications, and Importunities of a Tender Mother, on the Behalf of her Children. Now for the Humbling of This Unmerciful Pride in the Eagle, Providence has found out a Way, even by the most Despicable of Means and Creatures, to the Wreaking of a Revenge; which shows likewise that Heaven takes the Cause of the Weak and the Guiltless into a Particular Care.  
This council of the rabbits has somewhat in it of the Debates of Popular Meetings, where the Number and the Agreement Supplies the want of Other Means: And we are taught from hence too, that States are not so much in danger of Open Force, as of Secret Mines: For when the Foundation is once loosened; The Least Breath of a Commotion lays the Whole Building in rubbish. We are taught also, that the Only, or at least the Main Support of Power is Justice, in the Due Distribution of Reward and Punishment. Where These Two Principles are Perverted, the Government is off the balance, and the Worse Part of it outweighs the Other. But the judgements of Heaven Supply the defects of Common Justice, and Avenge the Cause of the Poor and Innocent upon the Heads of the Mighty. Vengeance, in fine Treads upon the Heel of Oppression, according to the Doctrine of This Fable of the Eagle and the rabbits here.    

FAB. CCCXXXIV. A Pike sets up for Sovereignty.  
THere was a Master-Pike, that for his Bulk, Beauty, and Strength, was looked upon to be the Prince of the River, but the Sovereignty of the Fresh Water would not Content him, it seems, unless he might Engross to himself the Empire of the Sea too. Upon This Ambitious Design, he launched out into the Ocean, and put up his Claim to't; But a Prodigious Dolphin took This Encroachment upon his Right, in such Dudgeon, that he set upon the Pike; Gave him chase, and pursued him to the very Borders of his Own Stream, Insomuch that the Pike had enough to do to Save Himself; and from That Time forward, he had the Wit to keep within the Compass of his Own Dominions.  

The MORAL.  
Ambition has no Other Bounds then what Providence has prescribed to it, for the Good of Mankind. Here shall thy Proud Waves Stay: And there must be No Passing Those Limits.   

REFLECTION.  
PROVIDENCE has assigned Every Man his Post and Station, and He that either Relinquishes his Own Natural Right, or Invades another's, seldom fails of a Disappointment in the Conclusion. Or however, in case of the most Successful Injustice, Oppression, and Usurpation, there follows a Restless Anxiety in the keeping of what is Injuriously Gotten; an Insatiable Thirst after More and More still, and Nothing but Shame and Confusion in the End, when he comes to Cast up Profit and Loss at the Foot of the reckoning. This Ambitious Pike is but the Figure of some Petty Prince, that sets himself up to be Troublesome, and to give Laws to a more Powerful Neighbour. The Dolphin Represents such a Power that's more than's Match, and Beats him Home again. The Case of the Fishes in the Fable, is much the same with That of Kings and States in Common Practice. And to carry the Allegory yet further; As the Ocean, on the One hand, so the Whole World, on the Other, is made the Field of Battle. Now All This in the Moral, serves only to bid us Moderate our Desires; Keep our Affections within Bounds, and Live Contented with our Lot.    

FAB. CCCXXXV. A Sheep picks a quarrel with a Shepherd.  
A Sheep that was to be Shorn, took it very Ill of the Shepherd that he should not satisfy himself with the Milk she gave him, without Stripping her of her wool too. The Shepherd, upon This, without any more Words, took one of her Lambs in a Rage, and put it to Death. Well, says the Sheep, and now y'ave done Your Worst I hope: No, says the Shepherd, when That's done I can Cut your Throat too, if I have a Mind to't, and throw ye to the Dogs, or to the wolfs at pleasure. The Sheep said not One word more, for fear of a Worse Mischief to come.  

The MORAL.  
When People Will not Submit to Reason by Fair Means, they must be brought to't by Foul.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that is not Master of Himself, or in his Own Power, has no Other Game to play then to submit himself Contentedly to the Will of Another. Struggling is so far from setting him at Liberty, that it only ties the Knot the Harder. There must be no Muttering at Heaven for the Loss of Fortune, Children, or whatever else can be Dear to us; for there are Greater Afflictions in store for Those that shall Dare to Prescribe Rules and Measures to the Divine Providence. Wherefore we should All set our Hearts at rest, upon These Two Considerations, First, that whatsoever comes from above, is for the Best, and 2ly. That there's No Contending with it. The Pot must not chop logic, and Expostulate with the Potter: And so for a Sheep to tell the Shepherd when he has killed her Lamb, that now he has done his Worst; 'tis such Another kind of Defiance, as that of Iob's Wife was, when she bade her Husband Curse God and Die. We are not the Carvers of our Own Fortunes, and This way of Proceeding is an Affront to all the Dictates, Lights, and Duties of Religion, Nature and Reason.    

FAB. CCCXXXVI. A Creaking Wheel.  
A Wagoner took Notice upon the Creaking of a Wheel, that it was the Worst Wheel of the Four, that made the most Noise, and was wondering at the Reason of it. Oh, says the Wagon, They that are Sickly are ever the most Piping and Troublesome.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis with Creaking Wheels as 'tis with Courtiers, Physicians, Lawyers (and with whom not?) They want greasing.   

REFLECTION.  
WHEN People are Crazy, and in Disorder, 'tis but Natural for them to Groan, and to Complain. This is a far-fetched Allusion, but it must serve for want of a Better. The Uneasiness of a sickly habit of Body, is some sort of Excuse for being Troublesome and Importune.    

FAB. CCCXXXVII. A Man had a Mind to try His Friends.  
THere was a Generous Rich Man that kept a Splendid and an Open Table, and Consequently never Wanted Guests. This Person found All People came to him Promiscuously, and a Curiosity took him in the Head to try, which of 'em were Friends, and which, only Trencher-Flies, and Spungers. So he took an Occasion One Day at a Full Table, to tell them of a Quarrel he had, and that he was just then a going to Demand Satisfaction. There must be so many to so many, and he made no doubt, but they'd stand by him with their Swords in their Hands. They All excused themselves save only Two; which Two he reckoned upon as his Friends, and All the rest no Better than Hangers-on.  

The MORAL.  
We may Talk of Many Friends; but not One Man of a Thousand will stand the Test.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's No trial of a True Friend, but in cases of Difficulty; as Loss, Trouble, or Danger; for That's the Time of Distinguishing what a Man does for My sake, and what for his Own.  
It is an Unhappy Thing that Princes and Great Men, who seem to have the least need of Friends, should in truth have the Greatest, and yet at the same time the Greatest Difficulty of Knowing them too, for want of Occasions to put them to the trial. There is No Proof of Friendship like Frequent Experiment. Now Princes are above the want of Those Common Offices that pass for Friendship betwixt Man an Man, as in Matter of Money, Liberty, Protection, and the like. People do not Flock to Courts so much for their master's service, as for the making of their Own Fortunes. How shall any Man distinguish now betwixt a Parasite, and a Man of Honour; where they are All on the Receiving Hand, and where hypocrisy, and Interest looks so like Duty and Affection? He that well Considers the Practice of the World, will find the Fiction of the Rich Man in This Fable to be in some Proportion the Common case of Mankind. An Undistinguishable Facility shall never fail of Meeting with an Undistinguishable Infidelity; which is no Other than a Just judgement upon an Inconsiderate Bounty, 'Tis the Benefactors Fate in fine, to be either Deserted or betrayed by those that he has fed, and with Actaeon, to be worried by his Own Curs. He that keeps an Open House for All Comers, should do well to Consider that there are Oglios of Guests as well as of Dishes, and that the Liberty of a Common Table is as Good as a Tacit Invitation to All sorts of Intruders; As Buffoon, spies, Tale-Bearers, Flatterers, Epicures, Indigents, etc. Now These are All but so many Flies that Come and Go with the Meat. And whereas the Mythologist lays the Stress upon This Point, That the Master of the House could find but Two Friends in such a Crowd of People, 'tis my Admiration on the Other hand rather, that he should find so Many, in the licence of a Conversation that was made so Scandalous by the Company.    

FAB. CCCXXXVIII. A Fox Praising Hares Flesh.  
AS a Dog was Pressing hard upon the very Breech of a Fox, Up starts a Hare. Pray Hold a Little, says the Fox, and take That Hare there while she is to be had: You never Tasted such a Morsel since you were Born; But I am all over Tainted and Rotten, and a Mouthful of My Flesh would be enough to poison ye. The Dog immediately left the Fox; and took a Course at the Hare; but she was too Nimble for him, it seems, and when he saw he could not Catch her, he very Discreetly let her go. The Hare had heard what passed; and Meeting the Fox Two or Three Days after, she told him how Basely he had served her. Nay, says the Fox, if You take it so Heavily that I spoke Well of ye, what would you have done if I had Spoken Ill?  

The MORAL.  
A Designing backfriend is the Worst of Enemies.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are some sorts of Commendation, and some Cases and Seasons of Applying it, that are more Malicious, and Mischievous, than the Worst of Calumnies. Here's a Fox at a Pinch; and what's His business now, but to Stop the dog's Mouth with a piece of Hare's Flesh, for the Saving of his Own Skin! A Puss, says he, is much Better Meat than a Fox, and This Good Office over the Last Shoulder, is the Civility that he Values himself upon. He gives her his Good Word, (as we call it) to the very End that she may be Eaten. How many Thousands of These Fox's compliments do we meet with in Our daily Practice and Conversation. But a Crafty Knave is never without somewhat or Other to say for Himself, and a Bad Excuse is Better than None. The fox's Civility, in fine, was Roguery all over; and his Praising the Hares-Flesh to the Dog, was Effectually no more than a Letter of Recommendation to the Common hangman.    

FAB. CCCXXXIX. A Plain Horse Wins the Prize.  
THere were a Great many Brave, Sightly Horses with Rich Trappings that were brought out One day to the Course, and Only One Plain Nag in the Company that made sport for All the rest. But when they came at last to the trial, This was the Horse that ran the Whole Field out of Distance, and wone the Race.  

The MORAL.  
Our Senses are No Competent judges of the Excellencies of the Mind.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that Judges by the Outside, and Pronounces upon the Bare Appearance of Things, runs a great many Mistakes in One; for there's Temerity, Folly, Pride, and Ill Nature in't; Especially where the Censure is accompanied with Mockery and Scorn. 'Tis inhuman, at the Best, to make Sport with one Another's Infirmities; which in Honour, and Christianity, we are bound to Cover. But it is Pleasant enough then, if People will be putting themselves upon a trial of skill, to see a Bantering Pretender made an Ass of by the very Man that He Himself has marked out for a Coxcomb: which is no Other, in Plain English, than a Fair Appeal to the Company, which is the Arranter Fool of the Two. In One Word, there's Nothing lays a Man more Open, then Laughing, out of Measure, and out of Season. To Instance in a Cavalier of My Acquaintance that was up to the Ears in Love with a very Fine Lady, that wanted neither Air, Shape, Dress, Quality, nor any Other of Those Charming Circumstances to Recommend her to any Honest Man to Play the Fool withal. He had his Mistress to a Comedy once, where she was wonderfully pleased, but had, the Ill Hap to Laugh still in the Wrong Place: The Poor Man observed it, and his Fancy fell so Sick upon't, that the Fit went off immediately, and he was his own Man for ever after. This comes of Judging by the Eye without Consulting the Reason of the Matter; and of setting our Hearts upon the Shape, Colour, and External Beauty of Things, without any Regard to the Internal Excellence and Virtue of them. The Plain Nag here was like to have been laughed out of the Field, as well as out of Countenance, till he came upon the trial to Prove Those to be jades Themselves that made Sport with him.    

FAB. CCCXL. A countryman and a Kid.  
A countryman that was hampered in a lawsuit, had a near Friend and Kinsman, it seems, that was a Lawyer, and to Him he went again and again, for Advice upon the Point; but he was Still so busy, and busy, that he must come Another Time. The Poor Fellow took a Delicate Fat Kid with him, Next Bout, and the lawyer's clerk, upon hearing the Voice of it at the Door; let the Man in, and carried him to his Master, where he laid Open his Case, Took his Opinion; made Two Legs, One to the Counsel for Receiving of him; tother to the Kid for Introducing him, and so went his way.  

The MORAL.  
Money is a Passe-par-Tout.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS with Money as 'tis with Majesty; All Other Powers and Authorities Cease while That's in Place. 'Tis That which makes the Pot Boyl (as the Proverb says) though the Devil Piss in the Fire. Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters, Relations, Friendships, are but Empty Names of Things, and Words Butter No Parsnips. 'Tis Interest that Governs the World; and the Rulers of it; Ecclesiastical, as well as Civil; for it Works in All Degrees and Qualities of Men; and we have learned by Experience, that the Pulpit may be made to have a Feeling in the Case as well as the Bar. Money, in fine, is an Universal passport, and All Doors Fly Open to't. It Answers All Objections, Resolves All Scruples, and turns up what Religion Trump, it pleases. In One Word, Quid Dabitis & Tradam? may be the Motto of Corrupt Nature. This Fable was Excellently well moralised by a Famous council of our Times. One gave him a Fee of Forty Broad Pieces: He took 'em, and Counted 'em (as a Man may Count Money after his Father they say) Well, says he, Here are Forty Pieces, Pugnabo FORTITER Make them Ten more and Pugnabo FIFTITER, In forma Pauperis is no good Lawyers Latin. Kin'red are no welcome Clients, where the Nearness of the Relation gives them a kind of Title to have Advice Gratis, but where the Cousin cannot Prevail, the Kid must.    

FAB. CCCXLI. A Weak Young Man and a wolf.  
A Creeping Young Fellow that had Committed Matrimony with a Brisk Gamesome Lass, was so altered upon't in a Few Days, that he was liker a Sceleton then a Living Man. He was Basking himself One time in the Gleam of the Sun, and some Huntsmen passed by him upon the chase of a wolf that led 'em That way. Why how comes it (says he) that you don't Catch That wolf? They told him that he was too Nimble for 'em. Well (says he) If My wife had the Ordering of him she'd Spoil his Footmanship.  

The MORAL.  
Marriage they say Breeds Cares and Cuckolds.   

REFLECTION.  
FLESH and blood is but Flesh and blood; and the Indulging of Inordinate Appetites is the ruin of Body, Soul, and Estate. This Fellow should have Consulted the Circumstances of his Constitution, before he made That Desperate Leap; for when a Man is plunged into an Irrevocable State of Misery, he has but a Cold business on't to Comfort himself with a Jest. And 'twas but a Measuring Cast at Last neither, whether he meant his Wife should have to do with the wolf, in One Sense, or the wolf with his Wife in Another.    

FAB. CCCXLII. A Lad Robbing an Orchard.  
AN Old Fellow took a Boy Robbing his Orchard. Sirrah, (says he) come down the Tree, and don't Steal my Apples. The Lad never Minded him, but went on with his Work. Well (says the Master of the Grounds) they say there are Charms in Herbs, as well as in Words, and so he threw a Handful of Grass at him, which was so Ridiculous, that the Young Thief took the Old Man to be moped. But in Conclusion, if Neither Words, nor Herbs will do, says he, I'll try what may be done with Stones; for they say there's virtue in Them too; And that way he did his work.  

The MORAL.  
Those that will not be reclaimed by Instruction, must be brought to a Sense of their Duty by Feeling.   

REFLECTION.  
A Wise Man, in All Controversies, will try what may be done by Fair Means before he comes to Foul: And where the One fails, the Other will Certainly do the Work. The Fear of Hell does a great deal toward the Keeping of us in our way to Heaven; and if it were not for the Penalty, the Laws neither of God, nor of Man, would be obeyed. There would have been a Charm in Wood as well as in Stones, if the Little Thief had but been sound drubbed with a Good Honest Cudgel: For where Conscience and Argument will do no Good, Punishment must: But as it is the Surest, so the Good Man here made it the Last Remedy.    

FAB. CCCXLII. A Nightingale and a Hawk.  
AS a Nightingale was Singing in a Bush, down comes a Rascally Kite of a Sparrow-Hawk, and Whips her off the Bough: The Poor Wretch Pleaded for herself, that alas! her Little carcase was not worth the While, and that there were Bigger Birds enough to be found. Well, says the Hawk, but am I so Mad d'ye think, as to Part with a Little Bird that I have, for a Great One that I have Not? Why then, says she, I'll give ye a Delicate Song for my Life: No, no, says the Hawk, I want for my Belly, not for my Ears.  

The MORAL.  
A Bird in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable carries Three Morals. 1st. That we are not to Part with a Certainty for an Uncertainty. 2dly, That Men of Appetite are not moved by any Consideration of virtue. 3dly, That Things of Use and Necessity, are to be preferred before Matters merely of Delight and Pleasure.  
The Nightingale in the Foot of the Hawk, is the Case of many an Innocent Creature in the Hands of Justice, when the very Equity of the Law Bends under the Weight of an overruling Rigour. The Belly has no Ears, and so there's no Charming of it. Arguments against Power, are but Wind, when Reason draws One way, and Appetite Another. There's no Moving of any Creature contrary to the Nature of it. Hang 'em All up (says a Pleasant Droll, upon Venners Rising) they are not Worth the Begging. 'Tis a piece of State-Policy sometimes, to let the Poor and the Friendless go to Pot; Nay, and to reckon the Execution of them among the Triumphs of Justice too. There is This further in't besides; that the Uttermost Severity upon Those that have not where-withal to Bid for their Lives, raises the Price of the Market upon Those that Have; and Enhances the Value of the Deliverance, or, in Plain English, of the Pardon. The Poor Nightingale had Nothing to give that the Hawk cared for, and so she died, in truth, because she was not worth the Begging.    

FAB. CCCXLIV. A lion and a Hog.  
A lion that found it Extreme Irksome to Live Alone, gave the Beasts of the Forest to Understand, that he was resolved to make Choice of Some or Other of his Subjects for a Friend, and Companion. There was a Mighty bustle, who should be the Favourite, and to the wonder of All the rest, the lion pitched upon a Hog; for, says the lion, he is True and Faithful to his Friend, and will stand by him in All Times, and hazards.  

The MORAL.  
A True Friend can ne'er fail of being a Loyal Subject: And That's the Man that a Brave Prince will make Choice of for a Particular Favourite.   

REFLECTION.  
SOLITUDE is against Nature, but Ill Company is Worse than None. So that Life is not Life without the Blessing of a Friendly and an Edifying Conversation. The Difficulty only rests in the Choice; wherein the lion here has taken his Right Measures: That is to say, he has made a True judgement of the Matter: For he only Deserves the Character of a Friend, that's Proof against All trials and Temptations, either of Profit, or of Loss.    

FAB. Cccxlu. A Gnat and a Bee.  
A Gnat that was Half starved with Cold and Hunger, went out one Frosty Morning to a beehive, to beg a Charity; and offered to Teach music in the Bees Family, for her diet and Lodging. The Bee very Civilly desired to be excused; for, says she, I bring up all my Children to my Own Trade, that they may be able to get their Living Another Day by their Industry.  

The MORAL.  
Lazy Beggars that Can Work, and Will not, have scarce a Right to a Common Charity: And This Misery befalls them for want of an Industrious Education.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Necessary piece of Providence, in the Institution of our Children, to Train them up to somewhat in their Youth, that may Honestly Maintain them in their Age. If the Bee had taken the Necessities of the Gnat into her Consideration, as she did the Profession, she would have thought herself bound in Tenderness and Good Nature, according to the Moral of the Fable, to have Contributed to her Relief: But the Stress is rather to be laid upon a Preference of an Education of Industry, to That of Pleasure, and to show, that we are in the First Place to Consult the Necessities of Life, rather than Matters of Ornament and Delight.    

FAB. CCCXLVI. A Lion, Ass and Hare.  
UPon the Breaking out of a War betwixt the Birds and the Beasts, the lion summoned All his Subjects from Sixteen to Sixty, to appear in Arms, at such a Certain Time, and Place, upon pain of his High Displeasure; and there were a World of Asses and Hares at the Rendezvouz among the rest. Several of the Commanders were for turning 'em off, and Discharging 'em, as Creatures utterly Unfit for Service. Do not Mistake yourself (says the lion.) The Asses will do very well for Trumpeters, and the Hares will make Excellent Letter-Carriers.  

The MORAL.  
God and Nature, made Nothing in Vain. There is No Member of a Political Body so Mean, and Inconsiderable, but it may be Useful to the public in some Station or Other.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE's Nothing so Great as not to stand in Need of many things, in Common Appearance, the most Contemptible: And there is Nothing again so Despicable; but that at some Time, or in some Case or other, it may be of Use and Service to us. 'Tis True, That one Thing is Preferible to another, in some Sort, or in some Respect; but it is True withal, that every Distinct Being has somewhat Peculiar to itself, to make Good in one Circumstance what it Wants in Another. It is the Ignorance of the Nature of Things, that makes us Despise, even the Meanest of Creatures. All Things are Created Good in their several kind's, as All things severally are Subservient, in some Degree or other, to the Beauty, the Order, and the wellbeing of the Whole. That which we find in the Course of Nature, holds likewise in Government, where the Lowest has its Post Allotted it as well as the Highest. All Created being's, in fine, are the Works of Providence and Nature, that never did any thing in Vain. And the Moral of This Parable of the lion, the Ass, and the Hare, runs through the Universe; for there are Hares, lions, and Asses, in Kingdoms, and Commonwealths, as well as in Fields and in Forests: And the Drift of This Figure holds good in All the Parts of the Creation.    

FAB. CCCXLVII. Pigeons Reconcile the Hawks.  
THere happened a bloody Civil War once among the Hawks, and what did the Poor, Peaceable, Innocent Pigeons, but in Pure Pity, and Good Nature, send their Deputies and Mediators to do the Best they could to make 'em Friends again, so long as This Feud Lasted; they were so Intent upon Killing one another, that they Minded nothing else; but no sooner was the Quarrel taken up among Themselves, than they fell to their Old sport again of Destroying the Pigeons. This brought them to a Sight of their Error, and to Understand the Danger of Uniting a Common Enemy to their Own ruin.  

The MORAL.  
Good Men are never Safe but when Wicked Men are at Odds. So that the Divisions of the One are the Security of the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Hard Matter in This Case to Reconcile Policy, and Good Nature; or to bring a Plain-dealing Innocence into a Consistency with Necessary Prudence; For Singleness of Mind passes in the World for want of Brains, and where Knavery is in Credit, Honesty is sure to be a Drug: But Every Man must stand or fall to his Own Conscience, and so Divide the Mater as neither to Offend Christian Charity, nor Civil Discretion. The Blessing that is pronounced upon the peacemakers' does not Extend to Those Cases, where the Effect of the Peace shall be the ruin of the Reconcilers. 'Tis Dangerous Parting a Fray, whether it be Jest or Earnest; for there are shame Quarrels as well as Bloody Ones: In the One, a Man runs the risque of his Hat, or his Cloak; In the Other, of his Life. We have lived to see This Fable remarkably moralised among ourselves upon the like Occasion; for still as the Common-Enemy were at Variance, we had a sort of Peacemaking Pigeons that would needs be Reconciling them, though the Only Security they had under the Sun was Their Divisions.    

FAB. CCCXLVIII. A Woman that brought Fire into the House.  
THE Question was put to an Honest Man Newly married, What might be the Meaning of his New Brides bringing a Torch out of her father's House into her Husbands. Why This, says he; I have eased my Father-in-Law of a Firebrand to set my Own House in a Flame.  

The MORAL.  
A Contentious Woman puts all into a Flame, wherever she comes.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Torch may be an Allusion either to Strife, and Contention, or to the Profusion and Consumption of the Husband's Estate. 'Tis to be hoped that there are Shrews, and Wasteful Women enough in the World, to Answer This Moral Both Ways.    

FAB. CCCXLIX. A Corrupt Officer.  
A Certain Governor of a Province that had a long time peeled, and Oppressed the People under his Charge was called to Account in the Conclusion for the Receiving of Bribes; and sentenced to Refund what he had Wrongfully Taken. He came as Unwillingly to the Point, as a Bear to the Stake, which gave Occasion to somebodies saying, that it was with This Man and his Money, as it is with Women, and their Children. He was well enough pleased in the Getting of it; but it went to the very Heart of him when he Parted with it.  

The MORAL.  
Great Officers are but like sponges; they Suck till they are Full, and when they come once to be squezed, the very heart's Blood of them comes away with their Money.   

REFLECTION.  
IF Men could but Separate the Profit, and the Pleasure of their Sins, from the Sin itself, and keep the Former, when they Renounce the Other, what a Number of Penitents should we have in This Wicked World! But the Doctrine of Satisfaction and Restitution lies so Cursedly heard upon the Gizzards of our Publicans, that the Blood in their Veins is not Half so Dear to 'em as the Treasure they have in their Coffers. The Man and the Money are in This Case as good as Incorporated, and Fining him is little less than Flaying him: But Justice however finds him Out; And This, in Few Words is the Sum of the Moral. Avarice is as hard to Part with any thing, as it was Eager to Get it. When a Man is once in Possession of an Ill got Estate De Facto, he never Trouble his Head with the De jure of the Question; but looks upon the Propriety of what he has Gotten by Rapine, to be transferred to him by Providence: The Money in short had changed the Master, and he'd rather part with an Eye out of his Head, then with a Penny out of his Coffers.    

FAB. CCCL. An Old Man that was willing to put off Death.  
THere goes a Story that Death called upon an Old Man, and bade him come along with him. The Man excused himself, that tother World was a Great journey to take upon so short a Warning, and begged a Little time only to make his Will before he died. Why (says Death) You have had Warning enough One would think, to have made Ready before This. In truth, says the Old Man, This is the First Time that ever I saw ye in my whole Life. That's False, says Death; for you have had Daily Examples of Mortality before Your Eyes, in People of All Sorts, Ages, and Degrees; And is not the Frequent Spectacle of Other people's Deaths, a Memento sufficient to make You think of Your Own? Your Dim and Hollow Eyes methinks, the Loss of your Hearing, and the Faltering of the rest of your Senses, should Mind ye, without more ado, that Death has laid hold of ye already: And is This a time of day d'ye think to stand Shuffling it off still? Your Peremptory Hour, I tell ye, is now come, and there's No Thought of a Reprieve in the Case of Fate.  

The MORAL.  
Want of Warning is No Excuse in the Case of Death: For Every Moment of our Lives, either Is, or Ought to be a Time of Preparation for't.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS the Great business of Life to fit ourselves for our End; and no Man can Live Well that has not Death always in his Eye.  
'Tis a Strange Mixture of Madness and Folly in One Solecism, for People to Say or Imagine that ever any Man was Taken out of This World without time to Prepare himself for Death: But the Delay of Fitting ourselves is our Own Fault, and we turn the very Sin into an Excuse: Every Breath we draw is not only a Step towards Death, but a Part of it. It was Born with us, It goes along with us: It is the Only Constant Companion that we have in This World, and yet we never think of it any more than if we knew Nothing on't. The Text is True to the very Letter, that we Die Daily, and yet we Feel it not. Every thing under the Sun reads a Lecture of Mortality to us. Our Neighbours, our Friends, our Relations, that fall Every where round about us, Admonish us of our Last Hour; and yet here's an Old Man on the Wrong-side of Fourscore perhaps, Complaining that he is surprised.    

FAB. CCCLI. A Miser and his Bags.  
A Covetous Rich churl finding himself at the Point of Death, caused his Coffers to be brought up, and his Bags laid before him. You and I, says he, must Part, and I would willingly Beqùeath ye to Those that will take most Delight in ye. Why then say the Bags, you must divide us betwixt your Heirs, and the Devils. Your Heirs will have Drink and Whores for your Money, and the Devils will be as well pleased on the Other hand, that they are to have your Soul for't.  

The MORAL.  
The Money of a Miser is the Last Friend he takes his leave of in This World.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Great deal of Pains that some People take to give Others Satisfaction, and to Torment Themselves. But This Verifies the Old Proverb, Happy is the Son, whose Father goes to the Devil; for Ill Gotten Goods and Estates are commonly squandered away with as Little Conscience as they were raked together. There goes a Canker along with them, when over and above the Iniquity of the Extortion and Oppression, the blood of so many Widows and Orphans cries to Heaven for Vengeance. Now a Less Generous Chuff than This in the Fable, would have hugged his Bags to the Last, and have envied That Satisfaction to his Heirs, which he Himself could Enjoy no longer. But it was his Care to Transmit to his Posterity a Curse with his Money, and to Bequeath them the Sin in the Inordinate Love of Riches, together with his Treasure.     

THE FABLES OF POGGIUS.  

FAB. Ccclii Industry and Sloth.  
ONe was ask a Lazy Young Fellow what made him lie in Bed so long? Why (says he,) I am hearing of Causes every Morning; that is to say, I have Two Lasses at my bedside so soon as ever I wake. Their Names are Industry and Sloth; One bids me get up; another's bids me lie still; and so they give me Twenty Reasons why I should Rise, and why I should not. 'Tis the part in the mean time of a Just Judge to hear what can be said on Both sides; and before the Cause is over, 'tis time to go to dinner.  

The MORAL.  
We spend our Days in Deliberating what to do, and we end them without coming to any Resolution.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable does naturally enough set forth an Expostulation betwixt Reason and Appetite, and the Danger of running out our Lives in Dilatory Deliberations, when we should rather be Up and Doing. In all these Cases, 'tis odds that the Paradox carries it against the true Reason of the Thing; for we are as Partial to our Corruptions, as if our Understanding were of council for our Frailties, and manage Disputes of this kind, as if we had a Mind to be overcome. The Sluggard's Case in this Fable is the Case of Mankind in all the Duties of a Virtuous and a well-governed Life, where judgement and Conscience calls us one Way, and our Lusts hurry us another. We spend All our Days upon Frivolus Preliminaries, without ever coming to a Resolution upon the Main Points of our Business. We will, and we will not, and then we will not again, we will. At this rate we run our Lives out in Adjournments from Time to Time, out of a Fantastical Levity that holds us off and on, betwixt Hawk and Buzzard, as we say, to keep us from bringing the Matter in question to a Final Issue. And yet we know well enough what we ought to do, and what not, if we would but take the Light of Reasonable Nature for our Guide, and hearken to the councillor that every Man carries in his own Breast. But Men in the General, are either too Lazy to Search out the Truth, or too Partial, in favour of a Sensual Appetite, to take notice of it when they have found it. They had rather be Tasting the Ease and the Pleasures of Life, than Reforming the Errors and the Vices of it. Does not the Voluptuary understand in all the Liberties of a lose and a Lewd Conversation, that he runs the risk both of Body and Soul on the one Hand, and Opposes all the Blessings that Attend the Duties of Virtue and Sobriety on the other? Does not the Ambitious, the Envious, and the Revengeful Man know very well, that the Thirst of Blood, and the Affectation of Dominion by Violence and Oppression, is a most Diabolical Outrage upon the Laws of God and Nature, and upon the common wellbeing of Mankind? But these People are Hearing Causes too, with our Slug-a bed in the Apologue; that is to say, Deliberating betwixt Passion and Conscience, till in the End, they are called away, whether to Dinner or to Death, it makes no Matter, for the Moral is still the same.    

FAB. CCCLIII. A Cock and a Fox.  
A Fox spied a Cock at Roost with his Hens about him. Why how now my Friend, says Reynard, What make you upon a Tree there? Your Business lies upon the Terra Firma, and a Cock in the Air is out of his Element Methinks. But you don't hear the News perhaps, and it is certainly true: there's a general Peace concluded among all Living Creatures, and not One of them to presume upon pain of Life and Limb, Directly or Indirectly, to Hurt another. The Blessedest Tidings in the World says the Cock; and at the same time he stretches out his Neck, as if he were looking at somewhat a Great way off. What are you Peering at? says the Fox. Nothing says another's, but a Couple of Great Dogs yonder that are coming this Way, Open-Mouth, as hard as they can drive. Why then says Reynard, I fancy I'd even best be Jogging. No, No, says the Cock, the General Peace will Secure you: Ay quoth the Fox so it will; but if these Roguy curs should not have heard of the Proclamation, my Coat may come to be pinked yet for all that. And so away he scampered.  

The MORAL.  
In all the Liberties of Sharping and Tricking One upon Another, there must still a Regard be had to the puntilloes of Honour and justice..   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to tell us, that in some Cases one Nail must be Driven out with another; and the Deceiving of the Deceiver doubles the Pleasure. 'Tis a Hard Matter to make a False Man and a False Tale consist with themselves, and when they come to Interfere, the Reason and the Argument of the Case returns upon the Head of the Impostor: So that it requires Great Care and Skill for a Man that has a Dark and a Double Design upon Another, to keep Clear of Clashing with his own Reasonings. Wherefore Para●…ites and liars had need of Good Memories. A General Peace would have Secured the Fox as well as the Cock: But if the Fox would not stand the Dogs, the Cock had no Reason to Venture himself with the Fox. All People that are Perfidious, either in their Conversation, or in their Kind, are Naturally to be Suspected in Reports that favour their Own Interest; and when they can make nothing else on't, they find it the Best of their Play to put it off with a Jest.  
'Tis a common Thing for Captious People, and Double-Dealers, to be taken in their Own Snares; as for the Purpose in the Matter of Power, Policy, the Fundamentals, and the Maxims of Government, etc. How many are there that Limit Sovereignty in One Case to strain it in Another, and so Handle the same Question Pro and Con, at the same Time? Government is to be Bounded when it may serve One Turn, and Absolute when it may serve Another. Insomuch that for want of Presence of Thought, Men affirm what they Deny, and Deny what they Affirm, and run Counter to Themselves. If Sovereign Power cannot Dispense, 'tis tied up they cry; and if it may be tied up, 'tis no longer Sovereign Power; for that which ties it up, is Above it. At this Rate, One doctrine Interferes with Another, and the very Foundations of Reason and Government sink at last into a Paradox. When the Fox brings tidings of a peace, and Preaches upon the Subject to the Poultry, Beware the Geese. Your fox's Acts of Amnesty are no Other than the Old stolen politics I know not how many Years ago. They Pardon all in General; in the Beginning; those that aught to be Hanged, in the Middle; and not one Honest Man in the Conclusion. So that 'tis Ten to One the Cock was Excepted in the Proclamation; and that though the Dogs were not allowed so much as to lick their Lips at a Fox upon their Uttermost Peril, Reynard had gotten a Proviso for Himself yet to carry on his Old Trade among the Lambs and the Poultry still. This is the Method of all Popular sham's, when the Multitude are to be led by the Noses into a Fool's Paradise. The State-Foxes tell 'em what Golden-Days are now a coming, When Every Man shall sit under his own Vine, and Eat the Fruit of his own figtree: How Trade and Religion shall Flourish and the People in short keep holiday all the Year long. These are Fine Words, but the fox's Business upon the Upshot, is only the Cramming his own Gut, without any respect to the public.    

FAB. Cccliu A tailor and his Wife.  
THere happened a Grievous Quarrel once betwixt a tailor and his Wife. The Woman in Contempt of his Trade, called her Husband Pricklouse; he gave her a Box o'the Ear for't, which served only to make her more outrageous. When this would do no good, he set her up to the Chin in a Horse-Pond; but so long as her Tongue was at Liberty, there was not a Word to be got from her but the same nickname in Derision over and over again. Well (says he to himself,) there's no way I perceive to Quiet this Woman but by stopping of her Mouth, and so he had her ducked next bout over Head and Ears. When she was under Water, and could call him pricklouse no longer with her Lips, she held up her Hands over her Head, and did it with her Thumbs by the Knicking of her Nails; and when he saw that once; he was even glad to give her over.  

The MORAL.  
The last Two Things that die in an Impetuous Woman, are her Tongue and her Stomach, when she cannot have her Will.   

RELEXION.  
'TIS the Fortune of many an Honest Harmless Man, to have this Fable moralised to him under his own Roof; but the Better any thing is in its Perfection, the Worse is the Corruption of it; as there is nothing more Foetid than a Rotten Egg. 'Tis the same thing betwixt a Temperate and an Impetuous Woman. Tempests and Sea-Breaches are nothing to her. There's no Place for Reasoning with her, neither is there any thought of Curing her Will, by Applying to her Body. But now for the Honour, and (in some sort) the Comfort of that Fair Sex, they do not suffer alone under the Scandal of this Figure; for Men have their Violent Passions and Transports as well as Women, and Passions much more Dangerous too than the other. The tailor's Wife was only a Good Hearty Shrew, under the Impotency of an Unruly Waspish Humour; She would have her Will, ay marry would she, and that was all the Harm in't. But 'tis another manner of Business when Men come once to be Transported out of the Government of Themselves, and beyond the Use of their Reason. Their Violences are Mortal and Outrageous, even to the Ruin of Kingdoms, commonwealths, Families, Persons, etc. and like a Torrent, they bear down all before them, Friends, Relations, the common Principles of Religion and Nature, or whatever else stands in their Way. Nay, they make it a point of Honour to be Firm to their Wickedness, and with the Old Covenant in their Mouths to Live and die Impenitent. They'll do all the Mischief in fine that they can, and when they can do no more, they'll be Troubled at it, and call pricklouse with their Thumbs still, when they can do't no longer with their Tongues.    

FAB. Ccclu. A Woman drowned.  
AN Unfortunate Woman happened to be drowned, and her Poor Husband was mightily in Pain to find out the Body; so away he goes along the Bank up the Course of the River, ask all he met still, if they could tell him any▪ tidings of the Body of his Dear Wife, that was overturned in a Boat at such a Place Below. Why, if you'd find your Wife, they cried, You must look for her down the Stream. No, No, says the Man, my Wives Will carried her against Wind and Tide all the Days of her Life; and now she's Dead, which way soever the Current runs, she'll be sure to be against it.  

The MORAL.  
The Spirit of Contradiction in a Cross grained Woman is Incurable.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS falls hard upon the desperate Obstinacy of some Women; and the Freak of the Conceit does not yet derogate from the usefulness of the Fable. The Analogy is Pleasant and Pertinent enough, betwixt a Living Crossness of Humour, and Opposition to the ordinary Course and Reason of Things, and the Fancy of a Dead Body swimming against the Stream. And the licence of Couching the Matter under that Figure, and of Wording it after that Manner, carries no Offence with it, either to Congruity, or Good Manners. Beside, that the very Turn and Point of the Illustration set's a Mark upon't to be remembered by: So that the Moral sticks by us, and takes a Deeper Root, when we can call it to Mind afterward by such or such a Token.  
There are some People that Value themselves upon being a kind of Antipodes to all Mankind, and in making other men's Rules their Exceptions: Opposition and Contradiction is their Study and Delight. Now there's 〈◊〉 much Pride and Vanity in setting up for the ringleader of a 〈◊〉 Practice, as in the Affectation of being the First Broacher of an 〈◊〉 Opinion. Hence it comes that Half the Wit of the World is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Paradox; and that which we call Good Humour, is in Truth 〈◊〉 of 'Slight of Hand in Discourse, or a Faculty of making truth's 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Appearances, or Appearances like Truths. Now this Gift of 〈◊〉 Pocusing, and of Disguising Matters, is so Surprising and Agreeable on the one hand, that it must of Necessity be a very strong Temptation to the Quitting of the Beaten Road on the other. Mankind was all cast in the same Mould, made liable to the same Affections, Enlightened with the same Principles, and we have all of us the same Rule to Walk by; the same Duties incumbent upon us in this World, and the same Pretensions to our Part in the next; insomuch that whoever affects a Fantastical Singularity of Crossness to all his Fellows, he puts himself in some degree out of the Pale of a common Providence and Protection: Beside, that the Evil is as incurable in the Man to whom it is become Habitual, as it was with the Woman here in the Fable.    

FAB. Ccclvi A Bishop and a Curate.  
A Certain Country Curate had a Dog that he had a Mighty Kindness for; the Poor Cur Sickens and dies, and his Master in Honour of his Memory gave him Christian Burial. This came to the Bishop's Ear, who presently sent for the Curate, Rattled him to some Tune, with Menaces to the Highest Degree for bringing such a Scandal upon the Function. My Lord, (says the Curate,) If your Lordship had but known the Understanding of this Dog, both Living and Dying, (and especially how Charitable an End he made,) You would not have Grudged him a Place in the churchyard among the rest of his fellow-parishioners. How so, says the Bishop? Why my Lord, says the Curate, when he found he was Drawing Home, he sent for a Notarius, and made his Testament. There's my Poor Lord Bishop in Want, says he, and it is my Will to leave him a Hundred Crowns for a Legacy. He charged me to see it performed, and I have it here in a Purse for your Lordship ready Counted. The Bishop upon the Receipt of the money, gave the Priest Absolution, and found it a very Good Will, and a very Canonical Burial.  

The MORAL.  
Money Corrupts both Church and State.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE may be Ill Men in Holy Orders, and the Lewdness of the Person does not at all derogate from the Sacredness of the Function. Avarice on the one hand, is an Encouragement as well as a Protection to Licentiousness on the other, when People know beforehand, that money will Compound all Differences. Nay, and money is a Protestant Reconciler too as well as a Popish, when Passion and Corruption come once to be Authorized under the Venerable Cover of a Sacred Character; only the Bishop Absolves Himself in the one Case, as he does the Curate in the other. So that money upon the Main, serves for the Touchstone of Common Honesty, Faith, Law and Religion: The Devil holds the Scale, and Profit or Loss is made the Standard of Gospel or Heresy. It Pleads all Causes, Defends all Titles, and turns Christianity itself into a Moot Point. It sets Texts together by the Ears, as well as Divines, and makes the Voice of God to be of more Authority in the Mouths of the Multitude, than in the Oracles of Holy Writ. 'Tis the Idol that Men of all Ranks and Professions Bow to; statesmen, swordmen, Lawyers, ecclesiastics, etc. there's hardly any thing in Nature that has the Heart to withstand it; bating here and there some singular Exception perhaps from a General Rule. What are Courts more than Common Markets, where Men are Bought and Sold in the one, as Beasts are in the other? The Captain Fights for his Pay; the Lawyer Pleads for his Fee, no Matter for the Conscience of the Cause; the one's a Soldier of Fortune he tells ye, the other is a Lawyer of Fortune; and for the Business of Right or Wrong, 'tis not one Scruple of the Question. 'Tis money in fine, that like the Devil, makes Men Sail with all Winds, and sets all Wheels a going. Nay the very Altar itself escapes not the Almighty Power of so Irresistible a Temptation; for we are taught in this Fable, that an Episcopal Habit is not one jot better Proof against Corruption, than a colonel's buffcoat. 'Tis not a Sanctimonious Pretence, under a Pomp of Form and Title, without the Grace of an Inward Affection and Integrity that will serve the Turn: The Articles of the Christian Faith, and the doctrine of our Blessed Lord and his Apostles, are to Day, and to Morrow and the same for ever; not to be Moulded and Accommodated to every turn of State, but to be held and kept Inviolate as a standing Rule to all Ages. There are no such Worshippers of the Devil, as the Buyers and Sellers of Souls; there's nothing they'll stick at, but Shuffle, Cant, Juggle, Swear back and forward like so many Spiritual Knights of the Post; serve all Times, and all God's, even though Paganism itself should turn up Trump; for this sort of Prostitutes steer all their Actions by the Compass of Viderit Utilitas, and for the Dog's Legacy Absolve the Devil himself, and with this Beastly Avaricious Bishop, Pronounce the Blackest Soul in Hell to be as White as Snow.    

FAB. CCCLVII. A Husband, Wife, and Ghostly Father.  
A Man of Quality had gotten a Peevish Contentious Woman to his Wife, that was observed to go every Day to Confession, and her Business was not so much to Discharge her Conscience of her own Sins, as to tell Tales of her Husband. The Holy Father would be ever and anon Chiding and Admonishing the Cavalier, telling him, that if he would but come to Confession, he doubted not but to make Him and his Wife Friends again. The Gentleman said, Yes, he would, and he went accordingly. The Good Man then bad the Penitent be sure to Examine himself thoroughly, and leave nothing out: Alas, Father, says he, for that Matter there will be no need on't; for you have had all my Sins in Confession from my Wife already, and a Thousand times more perhaps than ever I Committed.  

The MORAL.  
Calumny is half the Business of a Bigot: Bitterness passes for Zeal, and our very Devotions are in Effect but Libels against our Superiors.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S no such Cloak as Religion for all manner of Wickedness, and the Man is a stark Fool that cannot Impose upon his Neighbour, when he has once got the Mastery of his own Conscience: There's no Evidence of our Thoughts, but our Works; and if an Hypocrite can but Conceal himself from the Eyes of his Companions, he never troubles his Head to Consider how Open he lies to the Searcher of his Heart. What was the Penitent's Confession here, but a Cover for her Calumny? And her Husband's way after that of giving the Holy Father to Understand the Truth of the Matter, was a Turn Pleasant enough.  
'Tis a Field of a Huge Latitude that the Devil has to Dance, and to Play his Gambols in, when he sets himself to Preach upon the Text of Religion and Conscience. In the Troubles of King Charles the First, what with Humiliations and Thanksgivings, Seditious Lectures, and Pulpit-Invectives, the People had hardly any other Business at Church than to tell God Almighty Tales of their Sovereign: So that this Unhappy Prince might have Answered his Confessarius upon the shrift of an Auricular Confession, as our Husband Answered his here in the Fable, That Others had done it for him, and told more than All beforehand. This was the Method of their proceed toward him through the whole Course of his Distresses, from the First Odious remonstrance, to the Last Execrable Stroke upon the Scaffold. They began with Blasting him in his Reputation; they took up Arms against him, Hunted and Pursued him; Seized his Revenues and his Person, deposed him from his Royal Dignity, usurped the Government to Themselves, and under the Colour of a Formality of Law, put him upon a Judicial trial, and took away his Life. And not One Step did they set all this while in the whole Tract of this Iniquity, without Seeking the Lord first, and going up to inquire of the Lord, according to the Cant of those Days. Which was no other than to make God the Author of Sin, and to Impute the Blackest Practices of Hell to the Inspiration of the Holy Ghost.    

FAB. CCCLVIII. An Old Man and an▪ Ass.  
AN Old Man and a Little Boy were driving an Ass before them to the Next Market to Sell. Why have you no more Wit, (says one to the Man upon the Way,) than You and your Son to Trudge it afoot, and let the Ass go Light? So the Man set the Boy upon the Ass, and Footed it Himself. Why Sirrah, says Another after this, to the Boy, Ye Lazy Rogue you, must you Ride, and let your ancient Father go afoot? The Man upon this, took down his Boy, and got up Himself. D'ye see (says a Third) how the Lazy Old Knave Rides Himself, and the Poor Little Child has much ado to Creep after him! The Father, upon this, took up his Son Behind him. The next they met, asked the Old Man whether his Ass were his Own or no? He said Yes. Troth, there's little sign on't says t'other, by your Loading him thus. Well says the Fellow to Himself, and what am I to do now? for I am laughed at, if either the Ass be Empty, or if One of us Rides, or Both; and so in the Conclusion he Bound the ass' Legs together with a Cord, and they tried to carry him to Market with a Pole upon their Shoulders betwixt them. This was Sport to every Body that saw it, insomuch that the Old Fellow in great Wrath threw down the Ass into a River, and so went his way Home again. The Good Man, in fine, was willing to Please Every body, but had the Ill Fortune to Please No body, and lost his Ass into the Bargain.  

The MORAL.  
He that resolves not to go to Bed till all the World is pleased, shall be troubled with the Head Ach.   

REFLECTION.  
So many Men, so many Minds; and this Diversity of Thought must necessarily be attended with Folly, Vanity, and Error: For Truth is one and the same for Ever, and the Sentence of Reason stands as Firm as the Foundations of the Earth. So that no Man can be either Happy or Secure that governs himself by the Humour and Opinion of the Common People. 'Tis a Thing utterly impossible to Please All, and none but a Mad Man will endeavour to Please those that are Divided among themselves, and can never Please one another. A Wise, and an Honest Man lives by Rule, and Consults the Conscience of his Actions, without any Regard to Popular Applause. Did ever any Mortal yet in his Right Wits, Advise with the Mobile about the Government of his Life and Manners? (Or which is all one, with the Common and Professed Enemies of Reason and Virtue,) Did ever any Creature make a Friend or Confident of them? Why should we be solicitous then to be thought well of by those that no Prudent Good Man ever thought well of? They are all Passion and Fancy, without either judgement or Moderation: They neither understand what they do, nor why; but act with a kind of Impetus, that knows neither Consideration nor Conduct. So that it is in truth, a Scandal, and an Ill Sign to Please them; but a worse yet, for a Man to Value himself upon the Reputation of a Popular Favour. What are their Affections but Violent Transports that are carried on by Ignorance and Rage? What are their Thoughts of Things, but variety of Incorrigible Error? And what are they themselves in their own Nature, but a Herd rather than a Society? Their Humour is very Happily set forth in this Fable; and so is the Vanity of the Old Man's endeavouring to keep Fair with them; for they are still unsatisfied with the Present State of Things, and consequently never to be Pleased. Now if a Man had nothing else to do but to Fool away his Days in the Pursuit of Phantomes and Shadows, and then at last lie down in the Dust like a Brute, without any Fear or Danger of an after-Reckoning, the Care were taken; but for a Reasonable Soul to Post-pone the most Necessary Offices and Duties of Life, and to hazard the very loss even of Heaven itself, in favour of a Depraved Appetite? What has he to Answer for, that shall be found Guilty of so Impious a Madness? The very Dog's not worth the Hanging, that runs out at Check, and lets every Cackling Crow or Daw Divert him from his Game and Business. To Conclude; a due Consideration of the Vanities of the World, will Naturally bring us to the Contempt of it; and that Contempt of the World will as certainly bring us Home to ourselves. This was the Case of the Poor Man here, when he had tried this, and that, and t'other Experiment, he threw all his Care and Follies together with his Ass into the River: And then he was at Rest.    

FAB. CCCLIX. A Man Dreamt he found Gold.  
A Man fancied in his Sleep once, that he was carried by the Devil into a Field to Dig for Gold, where he found a Great Treasure; so the Devil advised him not to take it away with him at present, but rather to leave some particular Mark upon the Place, that he might find it another time. What Mark? says the Dreamer. Even down with your Breeches quoth the Devil, and lay your Tail there; my Life for yours, do but keep your own council, and no Body will look for Gold in that Place. The Fellow did as he was bid, and when he waked, he found that his Dream was out.  

The MORAL.  
He that Consents to deal with the Devil for money in his Sleep, 'tis to be feared he would do it Waking too, if it lay fair for his Hand.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is a School-Question how far a Man is Answerable in many Cases for his Dreams: Now here was Deliberation, Discourse, and Consent; So that both the Understanding and the Will had their Parts in the Story: Where Avarice was at One End on't, 'twas no wonder that the Devil should be at the Other. But Men go to the Devil for money Waking as well as Sleeping: Nay and Men of all Sorts and Qualities too, from the Prince to the Beggar. Churchmen, Statesmen, Tradesmen, Lawyers, and who not? And if all that go to Hell upon that Errand, should beshit the Sheets, there would be a World of Work for the Wash-Women.    

FAB. CCCLX. A Country Fellow and a Hog.  
IN a Certain Country, where it was the Custom for any Man that killed a Hog, to Invite the Neighbourhood to Supper with him; a Curmudgeonly Fellow that had a Hog to Kill, advised with One of his Companions how he might save the Charge of that Supper. Why (says he) do but give it out to Morrow Morning, that the Hog was stolen the Night before; set a Good Face on't, and your Work is done. Away goes this Man Open-Mouth, next Morning, Bawling it about, that his Hog was stolen. Right, Right, says his Camarade, Roar it out as I bade you. Ay, but says the Hog-Merchant, with Damned Oaths and Imprecations, My Hog is stolen in Good Earnest. Upon my Life, says t'other, thou dost it Rarely. So the one Swore on, and the other Fooled on, till in the Conclusion the churl found he was bantered out of his Hog; for the Hog was stolen indeed.  

The MORAL.  
Penny Wise, and Pound Foolish.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Point of Decency and Discretion for a Man to Comply with the Common Customs of the Place, where he Lives, over and above the Rules of Good Neighbourhood and Society. So that the Old Hunks here was well enough served to be tricked out of a Whole Hog for the Saving of his Puddings: And it was so much the Better too, that he was of the Plot to the Fooling of Himself, and had his own Jest turned upon him in Earnest: For he was caught in his own Snare, and met withal as we say, in his own Kind. And we may make this further Use on't, That an Ill natured Thrift, is next Door to Squandring: He was Cheated, and he was laughed at, and he deserved both; for he made himself a Party to the Picking of his own Pocket, and the very shame that he designed upon his Neighbours was turned upon Himself. The frolic was Pleasant and Pertinent enough, but the Conscience of the Case is another Question; though there's this to be said for't, that it was but one Fraud paid with another, and that he Himself went half way in't by his own Consent. 'Twas with the Man and the Hog, as with the Boy and the Wolf; he would be Crying a Wolf, a Wolf, when there was none, and then could not be Believed when there was.    

FAB. Ccclxi A Florentine and a Horse-Courser.  
A Florentine bought a Horse for so many Crowns; upon condition to pay one Half down upon the Nail, and be a Debtor for the rest. The Horse-Courser comes to the Florentine next Morning for the Remainder of the Mony. Soft, says the Florentine, A Bargain's a Bargain: My Contract was to be your Debtor for the Rest, and if I Pay it, I'm no longer your Debtor.  

The MORAL.  
Conceits and Witticisms pay no Scores.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable is only a Silly Tale told for the Tale's sake, without any further Mystery or Meaning that I can perceive in't. If the Florentine had been drubbed, or laid by the Heels for the Fallacy, or but laughed at for the Conceit, it would have served for a Caution to People how they Trifle, and play the Tonies' betwixt Jest and Earnest, in Matters of Common Honesty, Good Faith and Business. Or it would have born a Moral, to Discountenance the Levity of Punning and jingling; and the Childish Humour of Fooling with Mental Reservations and Double Meanings. But as it is, I can find nothing more in't than a Frothy, Empty Story. It may serve however as a Buoy to keep People at a Distance, and give Notice of a Shelf or a Flat. For the Silliness of taking Delight in this Vulgar way of Sophism, is to me as arrant an Indication of an Innocent, as a Bib and a Bauble. So that the doctrine of a Thing done here, teaches us what we are not to do; that is to say, we are neither to Meditate Fraudulent Contracts, nor to take Childish Collusions in Conversation for Current Payment.    

FAB. CCCLXII. A Christian and a Pagan.  
A Christian and a Pagan, that had been Old Acquaintances and Fellow-Travellers, had several Discourses upon the way together about Religion; and coming into Italy, the Christian advised the Infidel for his better Satisfaction, only to go to Mass once, and then tell him what he thought on't. The Pagan accordingly went to Church, and being afterward asked his Opinion of the Ceremonies and Solemnity of the Office, his Answer was, That he saw but one Thing there that he disliked; which was, that it looked a little Uncharitable for one Man to Eat and Drink by Himself, and all the rest to look on.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis much with Opinions as it is with tastes, we can no more Command our judgements than our Palates.   

REFLECTION.  
THE poison of this Fable in the Liberty of Jesting with Holy Matters, would need an Antidote to go along with it, if it were not that it is a Pagan's Conceit, and consequently suitable enough to the Character and Humour of an Infidel, to have the Offices of Christianity in Derision. If we take it by that Handle, it may serve for a Reproof to those among ourselves, (as we have but too many of them,) that take the same Freedom of Scoffing at Religion, and Religious Rites and Ceremonies. These People pass in the World under the Name of Christians, but in their Hearts and Manners they are little better than Pagans: The frolic of a Merry Word goes further with them, than the Conscience of their Profession, and if they can but Elude the Dint of a Pinching Conviction by some Trivial Jest, the Conceit they think atones for the Wickedness.    

FAB. CCCLXIII. An Ass taught Grammar.  
THere was a Bold Undertaking Pedant, wagered his Neck against a certain Sum of money, that in Ten Years time he would Teach an Ass to Write, Read, and Chop logic. His Friends called him a Thousand madmen for casting away his Life upon so Absolute an Impossibility. Pray Gentlemen (says the Undertaker,) have but a little Patience; for 'tis odds, that before the Term's out, either the Prince dies, (that's a a Party to the Contract,) or the Ass dies, or the Adventurer dies, and then the Danger's over.  

The MORAL.  
Collusion without Malice, is in many Cases, not only Laudable but Necessary.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are some Cases wherein a Man may Justify some sort of Shuffling and Evading, without any Offence to Honour or Good Faith; as in a case for the Purpose, where the gaining of Time, may be as much as a Man's Life or Estate is worth. Some Men are but one Remove from some Asses, and the difficulty of Teaching the one, is next door to the impossibility of Teaching the other. The very Proposition is a Whimsy Pleasant enough, to show the Vanity of attempting to make a Philosopher of a Blockhead: Neither is it of a Quality to be understood according to the Letter. So that in such a case, if a Man can but save himself by a Shift, or a Figure, 'tis all that can be desired; and the Conditions naturally implied, fall within the fair Equity of the Question. There are certain Bounds and Terms of Raillery that may very well stand with the Rules of Honesty and Good Manners; that is to say, Where the Liberty carries neither Malice, Sauciness, nor Ill Nature along with it: And the discreet manage of such a sort of Freedom, betwixt Jest and Earnest, Seasons the Entertainment of an Agreeable Conversation. We should say to ourselves in all our Distresses upon the apprehension of Temporal Difficulties to come, as this Pedant in the Fable did to his Relations and Companions; Let it be Bondage, Loss of Friends, beggary, Banishment, nay Death itself, [This or that may Intervene.] It is an Unaccountable weakness for a Man to put himself upon the Torture at present, for fear somebody else should Torment him Seven Years hence. Is it not enough for us to be Miserable when the time comes, unless we make ourselves so Beforehand, and by Anticipation? When we have gone as far as Conscience, Honour, Industry, and Human Prudence can carry us, toward the preventing, or the averting of the Danger that threatens us, we are to remit the rest to Providence, and wait the good Pleasure of Heaven with Patience, Humility and Resignation. This Man was to die at Seven Years end, unless he could bring to pass a thing Impossible. Now sooner or later, (and which of the Two is uncertain,) we are all of us to die. Why are we not as solicitous now for the Certainty of the Thing, as for the Appointment of the Time, when a Thousand Accidents may interpose to divert the one, and the other is wholly inevitable?    

FAB. CCCLXIV. A Priest and Epiphany.  
TO Morrow (says the Curate) is to be Celebrated the Feast of Epiphany: I do not know whether the Saint be a Man or a Woman; but the Day however is to be observed with Great Solemnity.  

The MORAL.  
The Silliness of the Person does not at all Derogate from the Dignity of his Character and Commission.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is a Dry Fable, and there's nothing to be gotten out of it but by Squeezing. It may pass however with a little Force, for a Reproach upon the Ignorance of many People in their own Trade, provided always that there be no reflection upon the Profession itself, which is but too much the Practice of lose Men, and of Troublesome Times; as if the Commission were to Blame for the Person's sake that Abuses it. There are Men of all sorts, Good and Bad, in all Functions and Societies; and the Order, or the Office, is never the worse for the Failings of an Ill, or a Weak Man that has the Execution of it. It was well turned by Mr. Selden upon an Alderman in the Long-Long Parliament, on the Subject of Episcopacy. Mr. Speaker, says the Alderman, there are so many Clamours against such and such of the Prelates, that we shall never be Quiet till we have no more Bishops. Mr. Selden upon this, Informs the House, what Grievous Complaints there were for high misdemeanours against such and such Aldermen, and therefore, says he, by a Parity of Reason, it is my Humble Motion that we may have no more Aldermen. Here was the Fault transferred to the Office, which is a Dangerous Error; for not only Government, but Human Society itself may be dissolved by the same Argument, if the Frailties or Corruptions of Particular Men shall be revenged upon the whole.    

FAB. CCCLXV. A Lavern Reckoning paid with a Song.  
A Hungry Traveller stepped into an Eating House for his Dinner, and when he had filled his Belly, mine Host brought him his Reckoning. Well, says the Traveller, I must even pay you with a Song now; for I have not one penny of Mony. tother told him in short, that his Business was money, not music. But what if I should give you a Song yet that shall content you? (says the Man again,) will you not take that for Satisfaction? Yes says the Victualler, if I like it. So he fell to Singing I know not how many Songs, one ofter another; but the Master told him in one Word, that Songs would pay no Scores where he had to do. Well (says the Songster,) let me try but once more now, and I shall go near to fit ye. So he took out his Purse as if he would Open it, and at the same time sung him a Song with this Bob to't, Out with your Purse, and Pay your Host. How d'ye like this now? says the Traveller! Oh very well says mine Host. Why I thought I should fit you at last with a Song that would Please you, quoth the other, and so he went away.  

The MORAL.  
There are some ways of Fooling that do the Business of Skill and Address.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Conceited Sharper here in the Fable, sets forth the Humour and Character of the Spunging Buffoons that a Man meets every Day in his Porridge Dish: That is to say, in Courts and at Great men's Tables, as well as elsewhere. These same Jack-Pudding Smell-Feasts are certainly the most Despicable Creatures under the Sun, unless perhaps their Patrons that Protect and Encourage them may be the more Contemptible Wretches of the Two. They make Fooling their Business and their Livelihood, and live like Iceland Shocks, by showing Tricks for Bread. They turn Conversation into a direct Farce: Their Wit is either Scurrilous or Frothy, which they manage at such a Rate as if Human Reason were a Faculty only to make Sport with all.    

FAB. CCCLXVI. A friar, a Laique and a Wolf.  
A Certain Mendicant (one of those that beg in the Name of St. Anthony,) contracted with a Country Fellow for such a quantity of Corn to Ensure his Sheep, and his Husbandry for that Year. The Man depended so absolutely upon this Security, that he even left his Sheep to look to themselves; and the Wolf picked up I know not how many of them. This past on, till the Holy Brother came for his next Years Provision. Yes, says the Clown, You a Trusty Spark indeed, to take Charge of my Sheep, and then let the Wolf Eat them all; your Promises are not worth a Fart, and I'll have no more to do with you. Ah! that same villainous Wolf, says the Religious! Indeed you must have a care of him, for he's even so wicked a Beast, that he shall not only Deceive St. Anthony, but St. Anthony's Master himself too, if he had it in his Power.  

The MORAL.  
All Promises are either broken or kept.   

REFLECTION.  
here'S a Reproof to all Religious Cheats and Impostors that Promise more than they are able to Perform, and Preach those doctrines to their Disciples, which they do not Believe themselves. When churchmen come once to be Mercenary, and to Prostitute the Truth for money, no wonder, after their Example, if the Laity Govern their Consciences too by the same Measure. It makes Religion look liker a Trade; or a Contrivance of State, than a Divine Inspiration: Nay, it staggers People in the very Foundations of their Faith, to see Ministers at Variance with themselves, and the Pulpits changing with the Times, and paradoxing upon the Gospel. Holy Men Teach in their Lives as well as with their Lips, and it draws an Irreverence upon the Function, where the one bears a Contradiction to the other. There must be no Preaching of Salvation one Day, and Damnation another, upon one and the same Text. There are Quacks in Divinity, as well as in physic, and Pretenders to the Absolving of all Sins, as well as to Remedies for all Diseases. But the Curate went beyond his Province, when he stretched his Patent for the Cure of Souls, to a kind of Tutelary Guardianship over Goods and Chattels. When such an Impostor has once forfeited the Credit of his doctrine, 'tis a shrewd Temptation to his Disciples to question the very 〈◊〉 of his Commission, and to take the Stories he tells 'em of the next World, to be no better than a Trick of Spiriting Men away into a Fool's Paradise: But when he comes once to be Detected, he has either the Wolf or the Devil to bring him off again.    

FAB. CCCLXVII. A Priest and a Sick Man.  
A Priest that was willing to give a Sick Man a Word of Comfort in his extreme Misery, told him, That whom the Lord loves he Chastens. 'Tis no wonder he has so few Faithful Servants then, says the Poor Man; and I'm afraid he'll even have Fewer if he goes this way to work.  

The MORAL.  
Ignorance is some sort of Excuse, for a Man that Speaks or does an Ill thing, with a good Intention, or without Understanding that he does or says Amiss.   

REFLECTION.  
A Man should no more commit such a Freak as this is, to the public, without somewhat of a Caution or control upon't, than he would throw ratsbane up and down a House where Children and Fools might come at it: For there are Liquorish and Inconsiderate Readers, as well as Children, and the one in as much danger of Mistaking Evil for Good, as the other of taking a Dose of Mercury, for a Sweetmeat. As for Example, here's a Lewd, Atheistical Fancy exposed at Random, which some People will be forward enough to take, as it stands Uncorrected, for a very fine thing said, and by that means give some sort of Reputation to a Liberty that is not upon any terms to be endured. Now we are in Charity to presume, that the Author never intended this Extravagant Instance for a precedent, and therefore the Imperfection of the Fable, must be helped out by some Pertinent Application of it in an Instructive Moral.  
The doctrine that arises from this Text, will fall under the Topick of the Government of the Tongue, and reach, in the Latitude, to all the Transports and Excesses of that Unruly Member: as Blasphemy, Calumny, Scurrility, profaneness, False, Vain, and Evil-Speaking and the like; which are all naturally enough reducible to the same Head, as they do effectually proceed from the same Root. He that has gotten a Habit of letting his Tongue run before his Wit, will rather lose his Honour or his Friend, than his Jest; nay, and venture his Salvation over and above too, into the bargain. As in the Case here before us, where we have a Libertine Fooling even in his Last Agonies, with a Witticism betwixt his Teeth, without any regard to the Circumstances of Sobriety and Conscience. But this is a Wickedness only for Profligates and Madmen, to make Sport with, and Men of better Sense to Tremble at; for there must be no quibbling and Trifling with the Majesty and judgements of the Almighty.    

FAB. CCCLXVIII. A Physician that cured madmen.  
THere was a Physician in Milan that took upon him to Cure madmen; and his way was this: They were tied Naked to a Stake, and then set up right in a Nasty Puddle, Deeper or Shallower, according to the degree of the Distemper; and there to continue, till betwixt Cold and Hunger they might be brought to their Wits again. There was one among the rest, that after Fifteen Days soaking, began to show some signs of Amendment; and so got leave of the Keeper for the Liberty of the Court, and the House, upon condition not to set Foot over the Threshold of the Street-Doors. He passed his Promise, and was as good as his Word.  
As he was standing one Day at the Outer-Gate, there came a Falkner Riding by, with his Kites and his Curs, and all his Hawking Trade about him. Hark ye Sir, says the madman, a word with you: And so he fell to ask him Twenty Idle Questions, What was this, and what was that, and 'tother? And what was all this good for? and the like. The Gentleman gave him an Answer to every thing in Form. As for Example, This that I Ride upon, (says he) is a Horse, that I keep for my Sport; this Bird upon my Fist is a Hawk that Catches me Quails and Partridges; and those Dogs are Spaniels to spring my Game. That's well, says the Fool, and what may all the Birds be worth now, that you catch in a Twelve Month? Why it may be some Ten or Fifteen Pound perhaps, says 'tother. Ay but (says the Mad Fellow again,) what may all your Hawks, Dogs, and Horses cost you in a Year? Some Fifteen times as much perchance, says the Falkner. Get you out of the way then immediately (cries the Fool,) before our Doctor gets sight of you; for if he sow●…'d me up to the Middle in the Pond, you'll be in as sure as a Gun up to the Ears if he can but set Eye on ye.  

The MORAL.  
Every Man living is Mad in some respect or other, and the Doctors themselves as Mad as the Patients.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Story gives us to understand in the Application of it, that there are more madmen out of Bedlam than in't; and that according to Horace, We are all Mad, every Mother's Child of us, more or less; and therefore 'tis but Neighbourly Justice for One madman to bear with another. 'Twas well enough said of a Fellow in a Mad-House that was asked in the Interval of his Distemper, how he came to be there? Why, says he, The Mad Folks abroad are too many for us, and so they have mastered all the Sober People, and cooped 'em up here. There's an Alienation of Mind in the Moral, as well as in the Physical Acceptation of the Expression; and he's as Mad a Man that abuses his Reason, as he that has lost the Exercise of it: Beside, that there's as great a Diversity of Freak and Extravagancy in the one Sense as in the other; and they have their Paroxisms and their Intermissions both alike. Every Man Living in fine, has his weak side, and 'tis but striking the right Vein to set the Humour a Working.  
The General doctrine of this Parable, we find summed up in a very few Words here; that is to say, he that eagerly pursues any thing, and gives more for't than it is worth, is no better than a madman. Now the way to make a true estimate, both of the Price and of the Purchase, is only to set the one against the other, and so to balance the Account. One man's Head runs Riot upon Hawks, Hounds, Dice, Drabs, Drinking, Revelling, and for Brevity sake, we may even take in the whole Roll of Good natured Sins and Pleasures, (if I may call them so,) that may serve to Gratify a Sensual Appetite. Let but a Man consider now the Time, money, Care, Labour, and Vexation that this Wild-Goose-Chase has cost him, and then say to himself on the other hand, what have I gotten to answer all this expense, but the lose, Giddy frolic of a few Mad Hours, attended with Claps, Gouts, Palsies, Infamy, beggary, Nauseous Qualms, Surfeiting Satieties, Anxiety of Thought and Conscience, and all attended with the Anguish of a Late and an Unprofitable Repentance in the Conclusion? And it is the same thing too with the Diabolical Transports of Ambition, Pride, Envy, Revenge, and the like; over and above the Irreparable Loss of a Thousand Blessed Opportunities, to the extreme Hazard of Eternity itself. When 'tis come to this once, there's no way but the Doctor's Discipline; that is to say, Mortification and Affliction to bring us to ourselves again.    

FAB. CCCLXIX. A Country Fellow Climbing a Tree.  
A Country Fellow got an Unlucky Tumble from a Tree: Why this 'tis, (says a Passenger,) when People will be doing things Hand over Head, without either Fear or Wit: Now could I have taught you a way to climb a Thousand Trees, and never hurt yourself with a Fall. Alas, says another's, the Advice comes too late for this Bout, but let's have it however; for a body may be the better for't another time. Why then (says the Traveller,) You must take care for the future, whenever you Climb another Tree, that you come no faster down than you went up.  

The MORAL.  
Do nothing Rashly.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Good Counsel rather to take Time and Leisure in matters that will bear it, then to venture Neck and All with overmuch Hast.  
All Rash and Aspiring Humours, fall under the Reproof of this Moral; for there are Climbers in State, as well as in Woods and Orchards; and Favourites run as great a Risque in Mounting to Honours, Charges and Preferments, as the Fellow did here in Climbing an appletree. Their Rise is commonly Gentle and Step by Step; but when they are once up, they are in danger of falling down again by their own Weight: Wherefore Slow and Sure in these Cases, is good Counsel. 'Tis a Roguy kind of a Saying, that He that will be Rich before Night, may be hanged before Noon. High Places are Slippery, and it turns the very Brain of a Man to look down from 'em. He that first called Experience the Mistress of Fools, might at the same time have told us upon the Opposition, that Nature is the Mistress of Wise Men: Only the one looks forward from the Causes into the Effects, and the other traces the Truth, and the Reason of Things backward, from the Effects up to their Causes. That is to say, the one Teaches us Wit, by showing us where we played the Fool, and the other Teaches us Wit, by keeping us beforehand from Playing the Fool at all. To apply this Moral to the Fable now, the stress of it rests upon the matter of Foresight, and afterwit, and the doctrine tells us, that he that wants the one, must make his Best of the other: This was the very Case of the Man in the Orchard here, before and after his Fall. Now Nature does nothing by Starts and Leaps, or in a Hurry, as we say; but all her Motions are Gradual, Regular, and without Noise, which may serve us for a Lesson, and a precedent, not to do any thing Rashly.    

FAB. CCCLXX. One that had Lost his money and clothes at Play.  
A Fellow that had lost his money and clothes at Play, stood sniv'ling at a Tavern Door, to think what would become of him. One of his Acquaintance came to him, and asked him what he cried for? For Nothing, says he. How come you to Cry then, says another's, if you have nothing to Trouble you? Why for that very Reason, says he, because I have Nothing. Now the one took it that he had no Reason to Cry, and the other meant that he cried because he had nothing left him.  

The MORAL.  
Cautions are as Instructive as Precepts; the one shows us what we are not to do, and the other what we are.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Quirk is little better than the children's Play of Riddle me, Riddle me; though the Conceit I know is Celebrated among the Apothegms of the Ancients. The money and the clothes were Lost on purpose to make way for the Jest; as the Gentleman dropped his Book into the River, off of Maudlin Bridge in Cambridge: What's that, says one of his Acquaintance that was passing by? Alas, says t'other, 'tis Just In; now the Book was justin. We may observe from hence, what Pains some Men take to make themselves Ridiculous, and that Study may improve a Coxcomb as well as a Philosopher. We may learn further, that Men do not know when they are well, or when they have enough; but shift and squander till they would half Hang themselves at last, to be where they were again. It may be another Note too, the Unreasonableness of Jesting in Cases of Distress: So that the Figure at last is Fool all over. Upon the whole, the Fellow Plays, and loses his very backside, and then Cries: And what is all this more now, than the laying of a Train for bringing in by Head and Shoulders the miserable Conceit of Nothing upon Nothing.    

FAB. CCCLXXI. A Blinkard Buying of Wheat.  
UPon a time when there was an Extreme Scarcity of Corn in Florence, a Poor Wretch with One Eye, was sent to the Market with a Great Sack, to Buy such a Provision of Wheat: He goes to his Corn-Merchant, and asks him the Price of so many Measures. Why, says he, one of these Measures is as much as one of your Eyes is worth; (meaning, that Wheat was very Dear.) Why then cries an Unlucky Wag, that stood by there, A less Bag methinks might have served your Turn, for One of those Measures is as much as you are able to Pay for.  

The MORAL.  
A jeering Buffoon is the common Enemy of Mankind.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is a high Point of Ill Nature, and Ill Manners, to make Sport with any man's Imperfections that he cannot help; and it holds as well too in the case of our Misfortunes, if we have not brought them upon ourselves by our own Fault. 'Tis enough, where any thing of this falls out one way or tother, that Providence and Nature will have it so: But Intemperate Wits will spare neither Friend nor Foe; and make themselves the common Enemies of Mankind. Men that are given to this Licentious Humour of Scoffing at Personal Blemishes and Defects, should do well methinks to look into themselves a little, and begin their Animadversions at Home; for which is the Greater Scandal, the want of Charity, Modesty, Humanity; or the want of an Eye? 'Tis the Reasonable Soul that makes the Man, not the Body; and a Deformity in the Nobler Part is Ten Thousand Times more liable to Reproach, than an Imperfection in the other. We are not answerable for our Persons, but for our Manners we are. The Scorner should do well also to consider upon the Sight of a Cripple, or a Monster, that it was only the Distinguishing Mercy of Heaven that kept him from being one too; and not render himself by his Ingratitude the more Abominable Monster of the Two. The Boy in fine, did very Ill, and if he had but been sound whipped for't, it would have Perfected the Morality of the Fable.    

FAB. CCCLXXII. A countryman with his Asses.  
A countryman that had been at Market with his Corn, and was Driving his Asses Home again, Mounted one of the Best of them to Ease himself: When he was up, he fell to Counting, and so kept Telling them over and over, all the way he went, but still wanted one of his Number. Upon this, away he goes to the Market Town, whence he came, (a matter of Seven Miles off, back again,) Enquiring of all he met, if any Body had seen his Ass. He could learn no tidings of him, and so Home he went, Late at Night, as arrant a Fool, as he set out. The Loss went to the Heart of him, but upon Alighting, and his Wives giving him the Hint, he found his Beast again, and that the Ass he road upon was forgot in the Reckoning.  

The MORAL.  
The Butcher looked for his Knife when he had it in his Mouth.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS many a Man's Case, to fancy that he wants what in Truth he has; and then to tyre himself out with Hunting after it Abroad, when he carries it about him all this while, and may have it better Cheap at Home. The Bare Supposal of one Petty Loss, makes us unthankful for all that's left. We are naturally apt to think ourselves Miserable, and the very thinking so makes us so. This Conceit puts us upon the Ramble up and down for Relief, (and all in vain too,) till very Weariness brings us at last to ourselves again, where we find the Ass we sought for, and the Cure of all our Misfortunes in our own Breasts. A Man may be so intent upon one thing, as to heed nothing else, as he that spent half a day to look for his Odd Stocking, when he had them both upon a Leg.    

FAB. CCCLXXIII. A Man that Carried his Plough to Ease his Oxen.  
A Peasant that had ploughed himself and his Oxen quite a Weary, Mounted an Ass, with the Plough before him, and sent the Oxen to Dinner: The Poor Ass, he found, was ready to Sink under the Load, and so he took up the Plough, and laid it upon his own Shoulders. Now, says he to the Ass, Thou mayst carry Me well enough, when I carry the Plough.  

The MORAL.  
Some Brute Animals, have more understanding than some Men.   

REFLECTION.  
MAN and Wife are in many Cases the ploughman here, and his Ass; they think to Ease one another, not considering that what either of them bears, is a common Burden to both. There was a Fuddling Couple that sold Ale, and their Humour was to Drink Drunk Hand to Fist, upon their own Liquor: They laid down their Club still for what they had, and this they called Forcing a Trade. Now so long as the Tipple was paid for, all went merrily on they thought, without ever so much as Dreaming that 'twas at their own Cost. 'Tis much thereabouts betwixt Rulers and Subjects: The Prince may carry the Plough perhaps, but the weight of both blow and Prince lies upon the people's Shoulders.     

Miscellany Fables.  

FAB. CCCLXXIV. A Fox and a Cat.  
THere was a Question started betwixt a Fox and a Cat, which of the Two could make the best Shift in the World, if they were put to a Pinch. For my own part, (says Reynard,) when the worst comes to the worst, I have a whole Budget of Tricks to come off with at last. At that very instant, up comes a Pack of Dogs full-Cry toward them. The Cat presently takes a Tree, and sees the Poor Fox torn to Pieces upon the very Spot. Well, (says Puss to herself,) One Sure Trick I find is better than a Hundred Slippery ones.  

The MORAL.  
Nature has provided better for us, than we could have done for ourselves.   

REFLECTION.  
ONE Double Practice may be disappointed by another; but the Gifts of Nature are beyond all the sham's and Shuffles in the World. There's as much difference betwixt Craft and Wisdom, as there is betwixt Philosophy and 'slight of Hand. Shifting and Shuffling may serve for a Time, but Truth and Simplicity will most certainly carry it at the long run. When a Man of Trick comes once to be Detected, he's Lost, even to all Intents and Purposes: Not but that one Invention may in some Cases be Honestly countermined with another. But this is to be said upon the whole matter, That Nature provides better for us, than we can do for ourselves; and instructs every Creature more or less, how to shift for itself in cases of Ordinary Danger. Some bring themselves off by their Wings, others by their Heels, Craft or Strength. Some have their Cells or Hiding Places; and upon the Upshot, they do more by virtue of a Common Instinct toward their own Preservation, then if they had the whole college of the virtuosos for their Advisers. It was Nature in fine, that brought off the Cat, when the Foxes whole Budget of Inventions failed him.    

FAB. CCCLXXV. The Dancing Apes.  
A Certain Egyptian King endowed a Dancing-School for the Institution of Apes of Quality; and when they came to be Perfect in their Lessons, they were dressed up after the best manner, and so brought forth for a Spectacle upon the Stage. As they were in the Middle of their gambols, somebody threw a Handful of Apples among them, that set them presently together by the Ears upon the Scramble, without any regard in the World to the Business in Hand, or to the Dignity of their Education.  

The MORAL.  
The Force of Nature is infinitely beyond that of Discipline and Imitation.   

REFLECTION.  
MEN have their weak Sides as well as Apes, and it is not in the Power of Study and Discipline to extinguish Natural Inclinations; no not so much as to Conceal them for any long time, but they'll be breaking out now and then by Starts and surprises, and discover themselves. The Apes were taught their ape's Tricks by a Dancing Master; but it was Nature that taught them to Eat Apples, and the natural Institution was much the stronger of the Two.    

FAB. CCCLXXVI. An Ass and Two Travellers.  
A Couple of Travellers that took up an Ass in a forest, fell downright to Loggerheads, which of the Two should be his Master: So the Ass was to stand by, to see those Two Boobies try their Title to him by a Rubber at Cuffs. The Ass very fairly looked on, till they had boxed themselves a Weary, and then left them both in the Lurch.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a common thing, both in Love, Law and Arms, for Plaintiff and Defendant to lie Battering one another for a Prize that gives them both the slip.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY People have fair Opportunities put into their Hands, and want Wit to make Use of them. Here was a silly Controversy, as sillily managed, and Two quarrelsome Fools out-witted by an Ass. Why did they not keep him when they had him sure? Or why did they not Compound the matter, and Divide, when the one had not more right to him than the other? But this of the Travellers and the Ass is a common Case, and a Frivolous Contentious lawsuit is the Moral of it; when Plaintiff and Defendant are Worrying one another about the Title, till they have spent the Estate. So the Travellers fought here for an Ass, and the Ass ran away with the Stakes.    

FAB. CCCLXXVII. Mercury and Fishermen.  
SOme Fishermen that had caught more Fish than they knew what to do withal, Invited Mercury to take part with them; but finding that the Invitation was not so much matter of Respect, as to get rid of the Glut they had taken, he very fairly left them to Eat by themselves.  

The MORAL.  
In all the Good Offices of Human Society, 'tis the Will and the Affection that Creates the Obligation.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS the ordinary Practice of the World, for Men to be kind to other People for their own Sakes; or at least to be frank of Civilities that cost them nothing: Wherefore we are to Distinguish betwixt Kindnesses that are only matter of Course, and Friendly Offices that are done out of Choice and Good Will. Where's the Obligation, the Friendship, or the Respect of any Man's making me a Present of what he neither cares for himself, nor knows what to do withal? And of that which I am to be never the better for neither? The Fellow here had taken more Fish than he could spend while they were Sweet, and so rather than they should lie by to stink him out of the House, he Invited Mercury to the Eating of them; that is to say, to the Helping him off with 'em.    

FAB. CCCLXXVIII. An Eagle and a Beetle.  
A Hare that was hard put to't by an Eagle, took Sanctuary in a Ditch with a Beetle. The Beetle Interceded for the Hare: The Eagle Flapt off the former, and Devoured the other. The Beetle took this for an Affront to Hospitality, as well as to herself, and so Meditated a Revenge, watched the Eagle up to her Nest, followed her, and took her Time when the Eagle was Abroad, and so made a shift to Roll out the Eggs, and Destroy the Brood. The Eagle upon this Disappointment, timbered a great deal higher next 'bout; the Beetle watched her still, and showed her the same Trick once again. Whereupon the Eagle made her Appeal to Jupiter, who gave her leave to lay her next Course of Eggs in his own Lap. But the Beetle found out a way to make Jupiter rise up from his Throne; so that upon the Loosning of his Mantle, the Eggs fell from him at Unawares, and the Eagle was a Third time Defeated. Jupiter stomached the Indignity, but upon Hearing the Cause, he found the Eagle to be the Aggressor, and so Acquitted the Beetle.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis not for a Generous Prince to Countenance Oppression and Injustice, even in his most Darling Favourites.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Rights and privileges of Hospitality are so Sacred, that Jupiter himself would not Countenance the Violation of them, even in his own Minion, the Eagle. Nor is there any thing so despicable, (as we see in the case of the Beetle,) but Access is open for the Cries of Distressed Innocence, to Divine Justice. Let no Man presume because he is Great and Powerful, nor Despair because he is Low and Poor; for the one may Rise and the other may Fall, and the meanest Enemy may find a way to a Revenge. Tyranny may prosper for a while, 'tis true, and under the Countenance of a Divine Permission too, as the Eagle got leave here to Deposite her Eggs (or her Cause) in Heaven: But Jupiter's Lap itself, we see, is no Final Sanctuary for an Oppressor. Though nothing is more common in the World then to mistake Providences and judgements, and to call the Wickedest and the worst of Men and of Things by Good Names.    

FAB. CCCLXXIX. An Owl and Little Birds.  
THere goes a Story of an Owl that was advised by the Little Birds to Build rather among the Boughs and Leaves as they did, then in Walls and Hollow Trees; and so they showed her a Young Tender Plant for her Purpose. No, No, says the Owl, those Twigs in time will come to be limned, and then you're all Lost if you do but touch 'em. The Birds gave little Heed to't, and so went on Playing and Chirping among the Leaves still, and passing their Time there in Flocks as formerly; till in the conclusion the Sprigs were all daubed with Lime, and the Poor Wretches clammed and taken. Their Repentance came now too Late; but in Memory of this Notable Instance of the Owls Foresight, the Birds never see an Owl to this very Day, but they Flock about her and fellow her, as if it were for a New Lesson. But our Modern Owls have only the Eyes, the Beak and the Plume of the Owls of Athens, without the Wisdom.  

The MORAL.  
Good Counsel is lost upon those that have not the Grace to harken to't; or do not Understand it, or will not Embrace and fellow it in the proper Season.   

REFLECTION.  
Wholesome Advice is worth nothing, unless it be (in Truth,) Given as well as taken in Season. This Fable shows the Danger and the Mischief of either Rejecting, not Heeding, or not Entertaining it; and likewise at the same time, sets forth how hard a thing it is to fasten Profitable Advice upon Men that Indulge themselves in Ease and Pleasure. They look upon it as so much time lost, to employ the Present upon the thought of the Future; and so by one Delay after another, they spin out their whole Lives, till there's no more Future left before 'em. This Dilatory Humour proceeds partly from a slothful Laziness of Temper; as I knew a Man that would not be got out of his Bed when the House was afire over his Head. Action is Death to some sort of People, and they'd as live Hang as Work. It arises in a great measure too from an Habitual Heedless Inadvertency, when Men are so intent upon the Present, that they mind nothing else; and Counsel is but cast away upon them. Birds of Pleasure, and Men of Pleasure are too Merry to be Wise; and the case of this Fable is but the common case of the World. wholesome Advice comes in at one Ear, and goes out at 'tother. Men, in short, of Blood and Appetite, have no Foresight 〈◊〉 and so Postpone Prudence as a virtue of another Season.    

FAB. CCCLXXX. A Gourd and a Pine.  
THere was a Gourd Planted close by a Large Well-spread Pine: The Season was Kindly, and the Gourd shot itself up in a short time, climbing by the Bows, and twining about 'em, till it topped and covered the Tree itself. The Leaves were Large, and the Flowers and the Fruit fair; insomuch that the Gourd had the confidence to value itself above the Pine, upon the comparison. Why says the Gourd, you have been more Years a Growing to this Stature than I have been Days. Well, says the Pine again, but after so many Winters and Summers as I have endured, after so many Blasting Colds, and Parching Heats, you see me the very same thing still that I was so long ago. But when you come to the Proof once, the First Blight or Frost shall most infallibly bring down that Stomach of yours, and strip ye of all your Glory.  

The MORAL.  
Nothing so Insolent and Intolerable as a Proud Upstart that's raised from a dunghill; he forgets both his Master and his Maker.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Gourd here is an Emblem of Vain Pride and Ingratitude; and the Pine bids Princes and Great Men have a care what Favourites they prefer▪ and what Friendships they Entertain; and this for their own sakes, as well as for the sake of the public. He's a Fool that takes himself to be Greater, Richer, Fairer or Better than he is; or that reckons any thing his own, which is either but borrowed, or may be taken away next Moment. He that lives barely upon Borrowing, is effectually but a Beggar when his Debts are paid. This Gourd in short, is a Proud Upstart; his Growth is quick, but his Continuance short: He values himself upon the Feather in his Cap; and in a word, upon those Fooleries that a Man of Honour and Substance would blush at. And nothing else will serve him neither, but to 〈◊〉 Excellencies with those that took him out of the Dirt; nay, and to elevate himself (when a'lls done) to the Dishonour of his Supporters. And what's the Issue at last of Encouraging these Minions, but the bringing of a Scandal upon Common Justice, by a most Permcious Example, that ends in the very starving as well as the 〈◊〉 of their▪ Benefactors; for 'tis impossible but they must Pine and Wither, that entertain such Hangers-on. This Gourd in fine, is the true Emblem of a Court-Leech; he Fastens and Sucks, without either Mercy or Measure, and when he has drawn his Master Dry, he very fairly drops off, Changes his Party, and so leaves him.    

FAB. CCCLXXXI▪ A Raven and Wolves.  
A Raven that had waited upon a Herd of Wolves a whole Days Ramble, came to 'em at Night for a share of the Prey they had got. The Wolves answered him, that if he had gone along with 'em for Pure Love, and not for his Gut, he should have had his Part: But (said they) a Dead Wolf if it had so fallen out, would have served a Ravens turn as well as a Dead Sheep.  

The MORAL.  
Most People Worship for the Loaves, from the very Plough-Tayl to the Crosier and sceptre; and the World bows to that that's uppermost.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS the Intention that qualifies the Action; neither is it for any Man to pretend Merit, or to challenge a Reward for attending his own Business. The Raven dogged the Wolves for his Supper: Now if these Wolves themselves had been Hounded by a Herd of tigers, that should have worried Them, one sort of Carrion would have been as good to the Raven, as another. This is the Case, as well betwixt Man and Man, as of Wolves and Ravens, that suck the Blood of those they fellow and Depend upon, under a Pretext of Service and Kindness. How many Examples have we seen of this, among those that follow Courts, and the Leaders of those Followers? If the Master gets the Better on't, they come in for their Snack; and if he happens to fall in the chase, his temporizing Friends are the Foremost to break in upon the Quarry. Whether the Wolves Took or were Taken, was all a case to the Raven.    

FAB. CCCLXXXII. Arion and a Dolphin.  
THis Famous Arion was a Great Favourite of Periander the King of Corinth; he traveled from thence into Sicily and Italy, where he gathered a great Mass of Treasure, and gained over and above the goodwill and Esteem of all People wherever he came. From thence he put himself aboard a Corinthian Vessel, to go back again, where he got an inkling among the Ships Crew of a Conspiracy to take away his Life. He discoursed the Mariners about it, and came in the end to this composition; that if he would cast himself presently into the Sea, and let the Conspirators have his money, there should be no further Violence offered to his Person. Upon this Agreement he obtained Liberty to give them only one Song before he leaped Overbord; which he did, and then plunged into the Sea. The Seamen had no thought of his ever coming up again; but by a Wonderful Providence, a Dolphin took him upon his Back, and carried him off safe to an Island, from whence he went immediately to Corinth, and presented himself before Periander, just in the condition the Dolphin left him, and so told the Story. The King ordered him to be taken into Custody as an Impostor; but at the same time caused Enquiry to be made after the Ship, and the Seamen that he spoke of, and to know if they had heard any thing of one Arion where they had been? They said Yes, and that he was a Man of Great Reputation in Italy, and of a Vast Estate. Upon these Words, Arion was Produced before them, with the very Harp and clothes he had when he Leapt into the Sea. The Men were so confounded at the Spectacle, that they had not the Face to deny the Truth of the Story.  

The MORAL.  
Money is the Universal Idol. Profit Governs the World, and Quid Dabitis & Tradam may be the Motto: But Providence yet in the Conclusion makes all things work for the Best.   

REFLECTION.  
SOME Men are worse than some Brutes, and little other than Beasts in the shape of Reasonable Creatures. This Fable shows us, that Men of Blood will stick at no Profitable villainy, but they are Blind, Deaf, and Inexorable where money's in the case. The Charms of Reason, Art and Innocence are Lost upon 'em, and the Sea itself we see, had more Pity for Arion then the Men. The Dolphin represents the Instrument of an Overruling Providence that interposes Miraculously to our Deliverance, when ordinary Means fail us. The Wonderful Discovery in the Conclusion, serves to show us that Murder will out.    

FAB. CCCLXXXIII. A Spider and the Gout.  
A Spider that had been at Work a Spinning, went Abroad once for a little Country Air to Refresh herself, and fell into Company with the Gout, that (by the way) had much ado to keep Pace with her. When they came at Night to take up their Lodging, very Inquisitive they were into the Character and Condition of their Host: But the Spider without any more Ceremony, went into the House of a Rich Burgher, and fell presently to her network of Drawing Cobwebs up and down from one side of the Room to the other; but there were so many Brooms, and devilish House-wenches still at hand, that whatever she set up this Moment, was swept away the next: So that this miserable Insect was the only Creature within those Walls that felt either Want or Trouble. But the Gout all this while, was fain to Kennel in the very Rendezvous of common beggars, where she was as uneasy, as Hard Lodging, Course Bread, and Puddle-Water could make her. After a tedious and a restless Night on't, they met again next Morning by sunrise, and gave one another the History of their Adventure. The Spider tells tells first how Barbarously she had been used; how cursedly Nice and Cleanly the Master of the House was; how impertinently Diligent his Servants were, etc. And then the Gout Requited the Spider with the Story of her Mortifications too. They were in short, so unsatisfied with their Treatment, that they resolved to take quite contrary Measures the next Night. The Spider to get into a Cottage, and the Gout to look out for a Palace. They did what they proposed, and never were Creatures better pleased with their Entertainment. The Gout had her Rich Furniture, Down-Beds, Beccafica's, Pheasants, Partridges, Generous Wines; the best in fine, of every thing that was to be had for money, and all with Pure Heart, and Good will as we say. The Spider was as much at Ease on the other hand; for she was got into a House where she might draw her Lines, Work, Spin, Mend what was Amiss, Perfect what she had Begun, and no Brooms, Snares or Plots to Interrupt or disturb her. The Two Travellers after this met once again, and upon conferring Notes; they were both so well satisfied, that the Gout took up a Resolution for ever after to keep Company with the Rich, the Noble, and the Voluptuous; and the Spider with the Poor and Needy. What Wise Man I say, upon these Terms; would not rather take up his Lodging with the Spider in the Fable here, then with the Gout?  

The MORAL.  
An Industrious Poverty in a Cell, with Quiet Thoughts, and Sound Sleeps, is infinitely to be preferred before a Lazy Life of Pomp and Pleasure: For Courts are but Nurseries of Diseases and Cares.   

REFLECTION.  
ONE may be very uneasy with a Plentiful Fortune, and as Happy in a Mean Condition; for 'tis the Mind that makes us either the one or the other. A Luxurious Court is the Nursery of Diseases; it Breeds 'em, it Encourages, Nourishes and Entertains them. A Plain, an Honest, and a Temperate Industry, contents itself with a little; and who would not rather Sleep Quietly upon a Hammock, without either Cares in his Head, or Crudities in his Stomach, then lie Carking upon a Bed of State, with the Qualms and Twinges that accompany Surfeits and Excess?    
The End of the Fables in the Common School-Book.   

A SUPPLEMENT OF FABLES, OUT OF Phaedrus; Avienus, Camerarius, Neveletus, Apththonius, Gabrias, Babrias, Abstemius, Alciatus, Boccalini, Baudoin, De la Fontaine, Aesop en Belle Humeur, Meslier, etc.  

FAB. CCCLXXXIV. A Lamb, a Wolf and a Goat.  
A Wolf overheard a Lamb Bleating among the Goats. D'ye hear Little One, (says the Wolf,) if it be your Dam you want, she's yonder in the Field. Ay (says the Lamb,) but I am not looking for her that was my Mother for her Own sake, but for her that Nurses me up, and Suckles me out of Pure Charity, and Good Nature. Can any thing be Dearer to you, says the Wolf, than she that brought you forth? Very Right, says the Lamb; and without knowing or caring what she did: And pray, what did she bring me forth for too; but to Ease herself of a Burden, and to deliver me out of her own Belly, into the Hands of the Butcher? I am more Beholden to her that took Pity of me when I was in the world already, then to her that brought me into't, I know not how. 'Tis Charity, not Nature, or Necessity that does the Office of a Tender Mother.  

The MORAL.  
There's a difference betwixt Reverence and Affection; the one goes to the Character, and the other to the Person, and so distinguishes Duty from Inclination. Our Mothers brought us into the World; a Stranger takes us up, and Preserves us in't. So that here's both a Friend and a Parent in the case, and the Obligation of the one, must not destroy the Respect I own to the other; nor the Respect the Obligation: And none but an Enemy will advise us to quit either.   

REFLECTION.  
MEN are not so sensible of Laws and Duty, as they are of Kindness and Good Nature; beside, that the Wolf's Pretence of Care for the Poor Lamb, was a Charity that began at Home.  
There is an Affection of Nature, and that which we call a Filial Duty; and there is an Affection that is grounded upon the Moral Considerations of Benevolence and Friendship. In the one, we lie under an Obligation of Reverence and Respect to a Parent, be the Father or Mother what they will; in the other, we pay a Regard to Civil acknowledgements and Virtue. Nature, and the Principles of Nature must be kept Sacred; but Men cannot Love to what degree, or whom, or what they please: So that in many Cases, we pay a Veneration upon One Score, and an Affection upon Another; and this Fable does very well distinguish the Gratitude from the Respect. The Wolves Preaching to the Lamb, is no Ill Emblem of a Scandalous Minister, that Discredits a very Good Sermon with an Ill Life, and gives the lie to his doctrine, in his Practice. The Wolf took the same Care of the Lamb, that the Keepers of our Liberties in former days did of the Innocent People of England. They pretended to put us out of Harms way from others, that they might Devour us themselves.    

FAB. CCCLXXXV. Jupiter's Altar robbed.  
A Thief Kindled his Torch at Jupiter's Altar, and then robbed the Temple by the Light on't. As he was Packing away with his Sacrilegious Burden, a Voice, either of Heaven, or of Conscience, pursued him. The Time will come (says that Voice) when this Impious villainy of Yours shall cost ye Dear; not for the Value of what you have stolen, but for the Contempt of Heaven and Religion, that you ought to have a Veneration for. Jupiter has taken care however to prevent these Insolent Affronts for the Time to come, by an Express Prohibition of any Communication for the future, betwixt the Fire upon his Altars, and that of Common Use.  

The MORAL.  
Nothing more Familiar then to cover Sacrilege, Murder, Treason, etc. with a Text. And we are also to learn from hence, that we have no greater Enemies many times, than those we have nursed and Bred up; and that Divine Vengeance comes sure at Last, though it may be long first.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Kindling of a Torch at the Altar, and then Robbing the Church by the Light on't, is an Old Invention contrived betwixt the World, the Flesh and the Devil; and will never be out of Date, so long as we hold any Intelligence with the Common Enemies of Mankind. There's nothing cuts Religion, like Religion itself: Texts are put up against Texts, and one Scripture made to fight against another; insomuch, that the Rule of Faith is Perverted into a doctrine of Heresy and Schism; and the Gospel of Peace is made a Voucher for Sedition and Rebellion. There's nothing commoner then to cite Holy Writ for the Overturning of Religion, and to overrule one Divine Authority with another; nay, and when all is done, to justify the Sacrilege of Seizing and Employing the Revenues of the Church to profane Uses. And whence comes this Confusion and Self-Contradiction all this while? but that the Manage of Holy Matters falls many times into the Hands of Men of more Polite Curiosity and Skill, than Evangelical Zeal and Affection. The schoolmen have spun the Thread too fine, and made Christianity look liker a Course of Philosophy, than a System of Faith, and Supernatural Revelation: So that the Spirit of it Evaporates into Niceties and Exercises of the Brain; and the Contention is not for Truth, but Victory. The whole Business in fine, is soured into Altercation and Cavil; but all must be Remitted to the judgement of the Great Day, when every Man shall receive according to his Works: And woe be then to the Church-Robbers that shall be found among them that serve at the Altar. But 'tis no New Thing for Men that call themselves Professors and Disciples, to Sell and to Betray their Lord and Master; For Men that wear the Livery of the Church, and Eat the Bread on't, to offer Sacrilegious Violence to their Holy Mother. And this is the case of Jupiter's Altar robbed by the Light of his own Torch: When the House of God is rifled and dishonoured by his own domestics; that is to say, when the Sacrilege is countenanced by the Authority of a Holy Character, and the Violence supported by a Text.    

FAB. CCCLXXXVI. The Crows and the Pigeons.  
THere happened a Suit in Law betwixt the Two Families of the Crows and the Pigeons; but for Quietness sake, they agreed upon an Order of Reference, and the Kite was to be Arbitrator. The Cause was herd, and judgement given for the Crows.  

The MORAL.  
Ask my Brother if I'm a Thief. One Criminal upon the Bench, will be sure to bring off another at the Barr.   

REFLECTION.  
INNOCENCY is almost sure to be worsted, wherever it may be abused with Security and Advantage. Guilty or not Guilty, is not so much the Point in the Case here of the Crows and the Pigeons; for the matter in question, is the Person or Party, not the Fact. The One's in the Plot, let him be never so Innocent; and the other is as white as the Driven Snow, let him be never so Criminal. There are Cabals, Ignoramus's, False Witnesses, among Men, as well as among Birds, with all the Pompous Formalities of Countenancing Fraud and Corruption, with the Sacred Name of justice.. Set a Kite upon the Bench, and 'tis Forty to one he'll bring off a Crow at the Barr. Briefly, there is nothing more in the Iniquity of this Fiction, than what we see every day made good in common Business and Practice. 'Tis but dressing up a Bird of Prey in his Cap and furs, to make a Judge of him; and so for a Knight of the Post, 'tis but dubbing him with the Title of a King's Evidence, and the Work is done: For in these Cases, judge, jury and Witnesses are all of a Piece.    

FAB. CCCLXXXVII. A gardener and his Landlord  
A Man that had made himself a very Fine Garden, was so pestered with a Hare, among his Roots, his Plants, and his Flowers, that away goes he immediately to his Landlord, (a great Huntsman it seems,) and tells him a Lamentable Story of the havoc that this poor Hare had made in his Grounds. The Gentleman takes Pity of his Tenant, and early the next Morning goes over to him with all his People and his Dogs about him: They call in the First Place for Breakfast, Eat up his Victuals, Drink him Dry, and Kiss his Pretty Daughter into the Bargain. So soon as they have done all the Mischief they can within Doors, out they march into the Gardens to Beat for the Hare: and there down with the Hedges; the Garden-Stuff goes all to Wreck, and not so much as a Leaf escapes 'em toward the Picking of a salad. Well, (says the gardener) this is the way of the World, when the Poor sue for Relief to the Great. My Noble Friend here has done me more Damage in the Civility and Respect of these Two Hours, than the uttermost Spite of the Hare could have done me in twice as many Ages.  

The MORAL.  
Appeals are Dangerous from the Weaker to the Stronger, where the Remedy proves many times worse than the Disease.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that finds himself uneasy, and proposes to mend his Condition in what case or in what manner soever, should do well to sit down and Compute within himself; What do I suffer by this Grievance? Can I Remove it or no? What will it Cost me? Shall I get or Lose by the Change? Will it be worth my while, or not? Now this is all matter of Course in our ordinary deal upon the Truck, and in common Bargains; and yet where the Peace and Liberty of the Mind, or the Character of a Wise or a Good Man lies at Stake, we take up Resolutions Hand over Head, without Calculating upon the Profit or Loss of the Thing in Question; as in the Instance of the Poor gardener here. He might have Treated a Brace of Hares sure, much Cheaper than a Troup of Horsemen, with so many Packs of Dogs, and such a Gang of Ruffians at the Heels of 'em. Had not he better have born Wat's nibbling of his Plants and Roots now, than the Huntsman's Fooling with his Daughter, and the Eating him out of House and Home? The Breaking down of his Fences; the Laying of his Garden waste, and taking his children's Meat out of their Mouths, over and above? But all this befell him for want of Deliberating beforehand, and setting one thing against another. Now if the Allusion of this Fable be so Instructive to us, and so necessary to be well attended and applied, even in the common Affairs and deal of this World, what shall that Man say for himself, that's Guilty of the same Temerity and Imprudence over and over, in the case of Temporal and Eternal! Is it that we do not Believe the doctrine of a Future State, or that we do not think on't; or (which is worst of all,) that we do not Mind it? for we Live as if we were more sensible of the Hares, then of the Devils.    

FAB. CCCLXXXVIII. Jupiter's Two Wallets.  
WHen Jupiter made Man, he gave him Two Satchels; one for his Neighbour's Faults, another's for his Own. These Bags he threw over his Shoulders, and the Former he carried Before him, the Other Behind. So that this Fashion came up a great while ago it seems, and it has continued in the World ever since.  

The MORAL.  
Every Man Living is Partial in his own Case; but it is the Humour of Mankind to have our neighbour's Faults always in our Eye, and to cast our own over our Shoulders, out of Sight.   

REFLECTION.  
THAT which Jupiter does in the Fable, Nature does in the Life. We are here admonished of a Double Fault; want of Charity and Justice toward others, and want of a Christian Scrutiny and Examination into ourselves: So that here's the Sin of Detraction in making other People Worse than they are, and the Sin of Pride and Hypocrisy, in Boasting ourselves to be Better. It were well if we could Place our Transgressions out of the Ken, as well of our Consciences as of our Eyes: But these are only Amusements to put off the Evil Day a little longer, that will certainly overtake us at last. The Mythologist does well enough however, in Assigning that to Jupiter, which we ourselves are but too prone to do, upon a Propension of Nature; that is to say, of Nature Corrupted; for there is both a Sin and a Frailty in't, to be over Censorious of our Neighbours, and as Partial to ourselves.  
Out of Sight, Out of Mind, they say; and at this rate one Fault is made use of to Excuse another. We do not Repent, because we do not Think on't; and so the Neglect is made an Excuse for the Impenitence. We live like Spendthrifts, that know themselves to be desperately in Debt, and dare not look into their Accounts to see how the reckoning stands. Nay 'tis the case of too many of us, that we keep no Books neither; or at the Best, do not know where to find them. Self-Love is still attended with a Contempt of others, and a Common Mistake of Matters at Home as well as Abroad; for we keep Registers of our Neighbours Faults and none of their Good Deeds, and no Memorials all this while of what we do Amiss ourselves. But [I am not as this Publican] is the very Top of our Righteousness.  
Thus goes the World, and a lewd Practice it is, for one Man to value himself upon the Wickedness of another: But the Worst of all is yet behind; that is to say, to think ourselves safe, so long as we keep our Iniquities from the Knowledge of Men, and out of our own View and Memory, without any Awe of that Justice that never Sleeps, and of that allseeing Eye and Wisdom that Observes all our misdoings, and has them perpetually in his Sight.    

FAB. CCCLXXXIX. A King and a Rich Subject.  
A Certain Prince that had a very Wealthy, overgrown Subject, found it convenient to make a Traitor of him, provided it could but handsomely be brought about: So the Man was taken into Custody, and the King's Evidence produced against him for Consults at this Place, and at that, against the Life of the King, and the Peace of the Government; and for Receiving, Comforting, and Abetting the Enemies of the Crown. The Man had the Character of a very Loyal Person, and People were almost at their wit's end, to hear of so Horrid an Accusation against him. But the Witnesses Swore Home, and one of them extreme Positive, that if his House at that very instant were but narrowly searched for Men and Arms, they would find such a Provision, that the Modern Discoveries at Tichbourn and Flixham, were Nothing to't. The Pretended Criminal began now to moralise upon the Story, and so away goes he to his Majesty; casts himself at his Feet, and promises that if he might but have as Ample a Pardon, as other Witnesses to Consults have had before him, he would show him the very Bottom of the Plot. I cannot deny, says he, but I have a great many of the Enemies of your Royal Crown and Dignity at this time concealed in my House; and if your Majesty shall be pleased to appoint any Person to make Seizure of them, they shall be immediately Delivered up. So the Prince ordered a Squadron of his Guards, and a Trusty Officer in the Head of 'em, to go along with him. The Gentleman led them very Frankly to his Coffers, and showed them his Treasure. These are the traitors, says he, that you are to take care of, and pray be pleased to see that they may be kept in safe Custody till they shall be Delivered by Due Course of Law.  

The MORAL.  
We may gather from hence, that Riches are many times but a Snare to us; and that money makes many a Man a traitor: But if a Body will Compound at last with his Estate to save his Life, when he has nothing left him, he may be at Rest. For a Certificate of Poverty is as good as a Protection.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Story of Ahab and Naboth comes directly to the Point of this Fable; that is to say, as to the King and Subject, with the Iniquity of the Subornation and Practice: Only the one was a Poor Subject, and the other a Rich, which does not one jot alter the Morality of the Case. The Old Saying, that [Money does all things,] is not much wide of the Truth; for it gives, and it takes away; it makes Honest Men and Knaves; Fools and Philosophers; and so forward Mutatis Mutandis, to the End of the Chapter. There's not any Corruption in Nature, but money is at one end on't; The whole World is under the Dominion of it; for all things under the Sun are Bought and Sold. But as it gives Men Reputation, so it brings People into Snares and Dangers too; It exposes them to Factions, Robbers, Cheats, Knights of the Post, and the like: It fills their Heads and their Hearts with Cares and Disquiets. And what at last are all the bags and Possessions that Rich Men take so much Pride and Pleasure in, but sponges Deposited in their own Hands, till there shall be occasion to Squeeze them for the public Use!    

FAB. CCCXC. A Merchant and a Seaman.  
A Merchant at Sea, was ask the Ships-Master, what Death his Father died? He told him that his Father, his Grandfather, and his Great Grandfather were all drowned. Well, says the Merchant, and are not you yourself afraid of being drowned too? No, not I, says the Skipper. But Pray, says t'other again, what Death did Your Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather Dye? Why they died all in their Beds, says the Merchant. Very good, says the Skipper, and why should I be any more afraid of going to Sea, than you are of going to Bed?  

The MORAL.  
He that troubles his Head with drawing Consequences from mere Contingencies, shall never be at rest: And this is further to mind us, that in an Honest Course of Life, we are not to fear Death.   

REFLECTION.  
'Tis much in our own Power how to Live, but not at all when or how to die: So that our part is only to Submit to Fate, and to bid Death welcome at what Time, and in what Place or Manner soever it shall please God to send it The Reason and the doctrine of this Fable is Clear, Strong and Edifying: We are either not to Fear Death at all, or to Fear it every moment of our Lives; nay, and in all the Forms that ever it appeared in, which will put us to such a stand, that we shall not dare even to Live for fear of Dying. We must neither Eat, nor Drink, nor Breathe, nor Sleep, if we come once to Boggle at precedents, and at the doing of those things over again, that ever any Man died of before. There is not one instant of Life in fine, but may be our Last. Beside, that we Live, not only in the daily Danger of Death, but in a continual Certainty of it: So that the Question is not how, or of what this or that Man died, but the Inevitable Fate and Mortality of Mankind. One Man dies in his Bed, another at Sea, a Third in the Field; this Man of one Accident, or Distemper, that of another: And what is there more in all this now, then so many several ways to the same Journeys End? There is no such Preservative against the Fear of Death, as the Conscience of a Good Life; and if we would have it easy, we must make the Thought of it Familiar to us.    

FAB. CCCXCI. Mice, Cat and a Bell.  
THere was a devilish Sly Cat it seems, in a certain House, and the Mice were so plagued with her at every turn, that they called a Court to Advise upon some way to prevent being surprised. If you'll be ruled by me, (says a Member of the Board,) there's nothing like Hanging a Bell about the Cat's Neck, to give Warning beforehand, when Puss is a coming. They all looked upon't as the best Contrivance that the Case would bear. Well (says another) and now we are agreed upon the Bell, say who shall put it about the Cat's Neck. There was no body in fine that would Undertake it, and so the Expedient fell to the Ground.  

The MORAL.  
The Boldest Talkers are not always the Greatest Doers.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is the course of the World, to the very Life, we can never want Advisers and councillors in Matters of the Greatest Hazzard: But let the Reason be never so clear, we are still at a Loss for an Instrument to put Dangerous Projects in Execution.  
Desperate Cases require Desperate Remedies; but let the hazard of this or that Part of a Body be what it will, it is matter of Duty, Justice and Policy to consult the Good of the whole. It was the Interest of the Mice to have a Bell put about the Cat's Neck, and they all agreed upon't to be a very good Expedient: But when it came to the Issue, the Counsel fell to the Ground for want of one to put it in Execution. This is no more than what we see frequently in difficulties of State; but the true Reason of failing in that Case, proceeds rather from some Failings in the Administration, then from any want of necessary Instruments. As for the purpose, where Reward and Punishment are Inverted, and where Men of Faith and Zeal for the Honour and Service of the commonwealth are only made Sacrifices to the Passions and Interests of the Corrupt and Fearful. Where Matters are thus managed, I say, every Man is not of a Constitution to Leap a Gulf for the Saving of his Country: Especially, when over and above the certainty of Ruin, Men are no less sure of having their very Names and Memories abandoned to Infamy and Contempt for their Pains: But on the other Hand, where Christian as well as Political Justice has its Course, every part of the Community suffers by Consent with the whole: And such a Government in the uttermost of Extremities, shall never fail of devoties.    

FAB. CCCXCII. Usurers and Curriers.  
A Parcel of Curriers fell into Company with a Gang of Usurers, and past this compliment upon 'em; what a Blessing they accounted it to meet with so many Worthy Men of their own Trade. One of the Usurers was a Head Man of the City, it seems, and took it a little in Dudgeon to be ranked Cheek by Joul with a Scab of a Currier; and so asked one of 'em what he meant, by saying they were all of a Trade? Nay, I must confess, says the Fell-monger, there is some Difference yet betwixt your Trade and ours; for we deal but in Flaying of Dead Horses, and Asses, and the People of your Trade Flay Living Men.  

The MORAL.  
A Reproof has more Effect when it comes by a side Wind, then if it were levelled directly at the very Vice or Person.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a very great Mistake in the World, to give Reputation to many Unconscionable and notorious Practices, that ought rather to be Punished. One would try all ways of setting People Right in their Wits and Manners: Authority and Friendship works upon some; Dry and Sober Reason works upon others: But these Means are only effectual, where there's Place for Modesty and Conscience. Some are reclaimed by Punishment; some by Example, and some again are set Right by Good Nature, or upon Second Thoughts: But there are a sort of Men that will not be reasoned into their Senses, and may yet be laughed or drolled into them. A jest works more many times than a Text. Every Man, in fine, has a Yielding Side, if a Body could but hit upon't: The Figure of a Currier applied to an Usurer, sinks deeper with him, than all the Woes in Holy Scripture, upon the Topick of Grinding the Faces of the Poor. Men must Angle for Converts as they do for Fishes. There's no good to be done, without fitting the Bait to the liking of the Fish, and to the Course of the Season: As the Currier here struck the Usurer upon the Right Vein.    

FAB. CCCXCIII. Two Travellers of Differing Humours.  
THere were Two Men together upon a journey, of very Differing Humours; one of them went Slugging on, with a Thousand Cares and Troubles in his Head, Exclaiming over and over, Lord, what shall I do to Live! tother jogged Merrily away, and left his Matters to Providence and Good Fortune. Well Brother (says the Sorrowful Wight,) How can you be so frolic now? As I am a Sinner, my Heart's even ready to break for fear I should want Bread. Come, come, says t'other, Fall Back, Fall Edge, the Resolution's taken, and my Mind's at Rest. What Resolution, says his Companion? why a Resolution, says he, to make the best Shift I can, and commit myself to Heaven for the Rest. Ay, but for all that, says another's again, I have known as Resolute People as yourself, that their Confidence has deceived them in the Conclusion; and so the Poor Man fell into another Fit of Doubting, and Musing, till he started out of it all on a sudden: Good Lord, says he, what if I should fall Blind! and so he walked a good way before his Companion with his Eyes shut, to try how 'twould be, if that Misfortune should befall him. In this Interim his Fellow-Traveller that followed him, found a Purse of money upon the way, which made good his doctrine of leaving things to Providence; whereas the other missed that Encounter, as a Punishment of his Distrust; for the Purse had been His, if he had not put himself out of condition of Seeing it.  

The MORAL.  
He that commits himself to Providence, is sure of a Friend in time of need; while an Anxious Distrust of the Divine Goodness, makes a Man more and more Unworthy of it; and Miserable beforehand, for fear of being so afterward.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Two opposite Humours of a cheerful Trust in Providence, and a Suspicious Diffidence of it, with the ordinary Effects and Consequences of the one and the other, are very well set forth here for our Instruction and Comfort. The Divine Goodness never fails those that Depend upon it, provided that according to the Advice of Hercules to the Carter, they put their own Shoulders to the Work.  
The most Wretched sort of People under the Sun, are your Dreamers upon Events; your Foreboders, Supposers, and Putters of Cases: They are still Calculating within Themselves, What if this, or that Calamity, judgement or Disaster should befall them; and so they form it in their own Imagination, for fear it should come another way. It is most certain, that what we Fear, we Feel; beside that Fancy breeds Misery as Naturally as it does the Small Pox. Set a Whimsical Head agog once upon Sprights and Goblins, and he'll be ready to Squirt his Wits at his own Shadow. I'll suppose myself Blind,) says one of the Travellers,) and try what will come on't: And what is this more than the Experiment many and many a Man makes in the World? Well, I shut my Eyes, I stumble, I Lose my Way, Break a Leg or an Arm perhaps; step over a Bag of money, for him to find that comes after me with his Eyes open: In one Word, I slip my Fortune in a Fantastical Freak, to no manner of Purpose but for my own Ruin. There is no surer Remedy for this Superstitious and Desponding Weakness, than first to Govern ourselves by the best Improvement of that Reason which Providence has given us for a Guide; and then when we have done our own Parts, to commit all cheerfully for the rest, to the good Pleasure of Heaven, with Trust and Resignation. Why should not I as well Comfort myself with the Hope of what may be, as Torment myself with the Fear on't? He that Distrusts God's Providence, does effectually put himself out of his Protection.    

FAB. CCCXCIV. An Agreement between the Wolves and the Dogs.  
THe Wolves found themselves in a great strait once how to deal with the Dogs; they could do well enough with 'em one by one they saw, but were still worsted and overborne by Numbers. They took the Matter into Debate, and came at last to this conclusion, That unless they could make a Party among them, and by a Parcel of Fair Words and Pretences, engage them in a Confederacy against their Masters and Themselves, there was no good to be done in the matter. Upon this, they sent out their Spies among the Dogs, with Instructions to go to those among them that were nearest their own Make, Size and Colour, and to reason the matter with them, after this or the like manner. [Why should not we that are all of a Colour, and in a manner all of a Kind, be all of a Party too, and all of an Interest? You'll say perhaps, that your Masters, and your Fellows may take it Ill, and pick a Quarrel with ye. Well, and what will they be able to make on't then, against You and Us together? If it comes to that once, 'twill be but One Push for all, and the Work is done.] This Discourse wrought as well as Heart could wish; for a great many of the Wolf-Colour'd-Dogs cried out, Well moved upon't, and so went over to the other side: And what came on't at last, but that after the Dogs had Deserted, the Wolves worried one Part of their Enemies by the help of the curs that went over to them; and they were then strong enough to destroy the Revolters themselves.  

The MORAL.  
A House divided against itself, cannot stand.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fiction may be matched with a Thousand common Cases, where Parties are divided with Factions from Abroad, into Feuds and Animosities among themselves. 'Tis an easy matter to form and to invent Specious Colours and Arguments to all manner of Purposes, and to Paradox the Multitude into what Opinion any Man pleases, that is but a Master of Art, and Address, and in any sort of Credit with the Mobile; for 'tis not the Reason of the thing in Question, but Passion and Prejudice that Governs in the Case. What will not Ignorance and Credulity swallow, if they can be but once prevailed upon to Believe, that it is the common Interest of all the Dogs, for one part of them to enter into an Alliance with the Wolves against the other; and to draw Inferences from the Complexion of the Ministers, to the Reason of the Government; as the Wolf-Colour of the Dog is made an Argument for a Resemblance in the Nature of them: But the very Proposition points out the ready way to Destruction: and the dividing of the Guards, leads manifestly, First to the Worrying of one another; and Secondly to the utter Ruin of the whole: Only the Dogs of the Conspiracy are to be Last Eaten. The Wolves Proposal was Practicable and Natural enough, and a Perfect Emblem of the Confusions and politics abroad in the World. The Wolves sit in Counsel, and so does the Cabal; and the Subject matter of Both their Debates is Division. The one sends out their Spies and their Agents, to Tamper and Seduce the Dogs from their Faith and Duty: The other have their Instruments at work too, in their Clubs and Pulpits, and to stagger the People in their Allegiance. The Dogs are to be debauched; that is to say, the Guards are to be Corrupted: The Wolf-coloured Curs to be dealt with in the First Place; that is to say, those Courtiers, Officers, Soldiers, and others that have somewhat of Agreement in Principle and Persuasion with the Common Enemy. Nay, and the very same Argument is put in their Mouths too, We are all of a Colour: And what's the Issue of all this at last, but the same Fate to the People where these Liberties are taken, that attended the Dogs and the Sheep here in the Fable?    

FAB. CCCXCV. A Wolf turned Shepherd.  
THere was a Crafty Wolf that dressed himself up like a Shepherd, with his Crook, and all his Trade about him, to the very Pipe and Posture. This Masquerade succeeded so well with him, that in the Dead of the Night once, when the Men and their Dogs were all fast Asleep, he would be offering at the Shepherd's Voice and Call too: But there was somewhat of a howl in the Tone, that the Country presently took an Alarm at; and so they fell in upon him in his Disguise; when he was so Shackled and hampered, that he could neither Fight nor Fly.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the highest Pitch of a public Calamity, when the People are worried and seduced by those that should Protect and Instruct them. No Impostor is so Exquisite, as not to lie open some way or other to a Discovery.   

REFLECTION.  
‛ THIS is in some sort the Reverse of Boccalini's Advice from the West-Indies; that the Spaniards Dogs there that were sent to Preserve their Flocks from Wolves, were grown Wolves themselves. Now here's a Wolf turned Shepherd, with the same Design, only better dressed up: For there is no Treachery so Plausible, as that which is covered with the Robe of a Guide or Governor. Nothing like a Mercenary Bar-Gown to make a Sedition Warrantable; nothing like an Assembly of pye-baled Divines, to make it a Point of Conscience; and nothing again like a Popular Ordinance, to make it both Law and Gospel. There are hardly any more Dangerous Instruments of Mischief, then Corrupt Officers and Ministers, that Abuse their Authority, commit public Violence in their master's Name, and do Wrong under a colour of Right and Justice. But this does not come up yet to the Force and Point of the Fiction; for 'tis one thing to abuse a Lawful Authority, to the Degree of Tyranny and Oppression; and it is another thing to exercise a worse Tyranny and Oppression, without any Authority at all. The Wolf turned Shepherd, is only an Usurper in the Shape of a Protector; a Persecutor under the Cloak of a Governor; a Creature that's Cruel and False by Nature, in Opposition to all the Methods of Piety and good Manners: So that here's all summed up in a few Words, to make the case Miserable and Shameful. The Morality in fine, of this Fable, may be fairly enough applied to the Errors on Both Hands: That is to say, of those that put a Lawful Authority upon the stretches, to the Abuse of that Power, under the Colour of Prerogative; and of those that take upon them to Exercise the Offices of Power, without any Right to't at all. But the Sheep however are well Guarded in the mean time, that have a Wolf for their Keeper.    

FAB. CCCXCVI. An Ass and a Lion.  
IN Old Time, when a Generous Beast made more Conscience of his Word then many a Modern Christian has done of an Oath; a Lion shook Hands with an Ass, and so they agreed upon't to Jog on up and down in the Woods, Lovingly and Peaceably together. As they were upon this Adventure, they discovered a Herd of Wolves; the Ass immediately sets up a Hideous Bray; and fetches a Run at them Open Mouth, as if he would have Eaten 'em. The Wolves only sneared at him for his Pains, but scampered away however as hard as they could drive. By and by comes the Ass back again, Puffing and Blowing from the Chase. Well, says the Lion, and what was that Horrid Scream for, I prithee? Why (says another's,) I frightened 'em all away, you see. And did they run away from you, says the Lion, or from me, d'ye think?  

The MORAL.  
Noise and Bluster is so far from doing Business, that instead of Awing and Frighting People, it serves only to make them Sport, when the Vanity of it comes to be discovered.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are Braying Men in the World, as well as Braying Asses; for what's Loud and Senseless Talking, Huffing, damning and Blaspheming, any other than a more fashionable way of Braying? Only the one is that to the Ear, which the other is to the Mind, and a Man may better endure the Shocking of his Sense, than the Affronting of his Reason. The Lion, 'tis true, might have kept better Company; but so long as it was only for his Diversion, it gives us to Understand how far Great Men may be allowed to make themselves Merry with Buffoons. The Wolves running away from the Ass, while the Lion was looking on, tells us in the Allegory, that Favourite Asses have the Privilege of Favourite Dogs; they may Snap and Snarl where they please, Gratis: But 'tis for their Master's sake at last, that they come off with a whole Skin. And what's the Issue now of all this Noise in the Conclusion, but the making of the Noise-Maker still the more Ridiculous?    

FAB. CCCXCVII. An Ape and a Mountebank.  
THere was a Mountebank tricked up as Fine as a Lord; a certain Ape, that had a Mind to set up for a Beau, spies him out, and nothing would serve him, but he must have a Suit and Dress after the same Pattern; he pressed the Quack so hard for't, that at last he told him plainly, Upon condition, says he, that you shall wear a Silver Chain about your Neck, I'll give ye the very Fellow on't; for you'll be running away with your Livery else. Jack agrees to't, and is presently rigged out in his Gold and Silver Lace, with a Feather in's Cap, and as Figures go now a-days, a very pretty Figure he made in the World, I can assure ye; though upon Second Thoughts, when the heat of the Vanity was over, he grew Sick of his Bargain; for he found that he had sold his Liberty for a Fool's Coat.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis with us in our Lives, as with the Indians in their Trade, that truck Gold and Pearl, for Beads and Glasses. We part with the Blessings of Both Worlds for Pleasures, Court-Favours, and Commissions; and at last, when we have sold ourselves to our Lusts, we grow Sick of our Bargain.   

REFLECTION.  
A Vain Fool can hardly be more Miserable than the Granting of his own Prayers and Wishes would make him. How many Spectacles does every Day afford us, of Apes and Mountebanks in Gay-Coats, that pass in the World for Philosophers, and Men of Honour; and it is no wonder for one Fool to value himself upon the same Vanity, for which he esteems another. He that Judges of Men and of things by Sense, Governs himself by Sense too; and he that well considers the Practices and Opinions of the Age he lives in, will find, that Folly and Passion have more Disciples than Wisdom and virtue. The Feather in a fool's Cap, is a fool's Inclination; nay, it is his Ambition too; for he that measures the Character of another Man by his Outside, seldom looks further than the business of Dress and Appearance in himself. Beside, that Ill Examples work more upon us then Good, and that we are Forwarder to imitate the one, then to Emulate the other. This now is the Highest Pitch of Infelicity, when we do not only square our Lives in General, according to Vicious precedents, but set our Hearts in particular (with the Fantastical Ape here,) upon this or that Extravagance. No other Sort of Fool would please him, than the very counterpart of this Quack. His Mistake was double; First, he placed an Opinion of Happiness where there was no Ground at all to expect it. Secondly, he parted with his Liberty in Exchange for't; which is the same thing with Trucking the Greatest Blessing of Human Nature for the handiwork of a tailor.    

FAB. CCCXCVIII. Boys and Frogs.  
A Company of Waggish Boys were Watching of Frogs at the side of a Pond, and still as any of 'em put up their Heads, they'd be Pelting them down again with Stones. Children, (says one of the Frogs,) you never Consider, that though this may be Play to you, 'tis Death to us.  

The MORAL.  
Hardheartedness and Cruelty is not only an Inhuman Vice, but worse than Brutal: For such Men take Delight in Blood, which Beasts spill only in Self-Defence, or in case of Necessity to satisfy Hunger.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Dangerous and an Ill natured Liberty, the Wonting or the Suffering of Children to play with Birds and Flies. The Cudgelling of Shroving-Cocks is a Barbarous Custom; and so is the common licence that Roguy Boys take in the Streets, of Tearing and Tormenting of Puppies and Kitlings. The very Sport is Cruelty; for 'tis no longer a Laughing Matter, when the Life of a Creature comes to be concerned. This is a Freedom not to be endured, so much as in the Spectacle, but much less to be approved or practised, especially by those that are Born and trained up to any considerable Figure in a Government: For hardheartedness in Boys, will be Brutality and Tyranny in Men. Softness and Tenderness of Nature, are the Seeds of a Generous Humanity: Provided always that Children be taught to distinguish betwixt a Benignity and a Facility of Disposition, and that they may not confound Gracious with Effeminate. By this means there may be a Foundation laid of worthy Thoughts, which will ripen in due time into Glorious Actions and Habits, to qualify Men for the Honour and Service of their Country. This Foundation, I say, of a Pious and a Virtuous Compassion, will Dispose Men afterward, instead of adding Affliction to Affliction, and of Grinding the Faces of the Weak and Innocent, to Minister Protection to those that are Oppressed.    

FAB. CCCXCIX. A Council of Beasts.  
THe Beasts (a great while ago,) were so harassed out with Perpetual Feuds and Factions, that they called a General Council, in the nature of a Committee of Grievances, to Advice upon some way for the Adjusting of Differences, in order to a public Peace. After a great many Notable things said upon the Debate, Pro and Con, the Hares at last, (according to the Printed Votes of those Days,) delivered their Sense to this Effect: There can never be any Quiet in this World, so long as one Beast shall be allowed Nails, Teeth, or Horns, more than Another; but the Weaker will be still a Prey to the Stronger: Wherefore we humbly propose an Universal Parity, and that we may be all upon the same Level, both for Dignity and Power; for we may then, and not till then, promise ourselves a Blessed State of Agreement, when no one Creature shall be able to Hurt another.  

The MORAL.  
The Mobile are still for Levelling; that is to say, for Advancing themselves: For 'tis as Broad as 'tis long, whether they Rise to others, or bring others down to them. Beside, that the doctrine of Levelling strikes at the very Order of Providence.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Foolish thing for People to talk Boldly, without a Power to Execute; for upon the Upshot, they serve only for sport to their Superiors. The World is like to be well governed, where those that have neither Resolution nor Courage, shall take upon them to give Laws to't: When Fools shall correct the Works of the Heavenly Wisdom, and pass Reviews upon the Order of the Universe. It might be every jot as Cheap, New-made as Mended; and the whole Creation taken to Pieces and Rebuilt, as any part of the Work of Providence improved. If God pronounced upon every thing that he made, that it was Good, who shall presume to think he can make it Better?  
The Question is the Procuring of an Universal Peace; and the Hares are of Opinion that the Disarming of Lions, Tigers, etc. and the bringing of Matters to a Level, would do the Work. Let it be now considered, that there is an Ambition in the very Affectation of that Equality; for 'tis as Broad as 'tis long, whether the other shall be brought down, or they themselves advaned. 'Tis Sottish, I say, to offer at things that cannot be brought about; it is Wicked to meddle towards the Altering or unsettling of Things Sacred; and it is a Madness for the Weaker to talk of Binding the Hands of the Stronger. The Simple are not to direct the Wise, nor the Inferiors to impose upon those that are Above them. 'Tis Nonsense to suppose a Level in the several Parts of the Universe, when the very Frame of it is only an Orderly Pile, or Scale of one thing above another.  
Now there are Hares in Councils and in Commissions of State, as well as in Fields, and in Fables, where the Multitude are for Levelling too, and for Paring the Claws, and Drawing the Teeth of Governors, as well as of Beasts. The True English of leaving no Power to do Hurt, is the leaving no Power to do Good neither; and to make short Work on't, the leaving no Power at all. 'Tis a juggle of the Levellers, (says Mr. Selden,) They would have no body Above them, they say, but they do not tell ye they'd have no body Under them.    

FAB. CCCC. A Cock and a Fox-Case.  
THere was a Fox-Case set up near a Hen-Roost, to hold forth the doctrine of Terror and Example. A Cock spied it, and scoured away from't, as fast as his Legs and his Wings could carry him, and the Birds hooted at him for't. Hark ye my Masters, (says he,) there are Live-Foxes as well as Dead Ones, by the Token one of 'em had me by the Back but t'other day, and a Thousand Pound to a nutshell I had never got off again. And pray tell me now, if any of you had but been in my condition, whether the very Print of a Fox's Foot would not have started ye; and much more the Image of him in his Skin.  

The MORAL.  
The Burnt Child Dreads the Fire.   

REFLECTION.  
WE find this to be true upon daily Experience, that narrow Escapes out of great Dangers, make People take alarms at less; especially of the same Kind. One had better be laughed at for taking a Fox-Case for a Fox, then be destroyed by taking a Live-Fox only for a Case. The very Fancy has somewhat of Reason in't, for 'tis but a Measuring Cast, upon such a Supposition as this, whether it proves the one or the other. A Lark we see will Dare at a Painted Hobby. I singed the Toes of an Ape through a Burning Glass myself once, and he would never be brought to Endure the sight of a Burning-Glass after. I knew another Ape that was Shot behind his Master in the Long Rebellion here, and would never after that, Endure the sight of a Pistol. Now there's no more in all this, then what's Natural, Reasonable and Familiar.    

FAB. CCCCI. A cobbler turned Doctor.  
A Bungling cobbler that was ready to Starve at his own Trade, changes his Quarter, and sets up for a Doctor; and by the Force of Sour Looks, and Hard Words, Conjures himself into some sort of Reputation with the Common People. His masterpiece was a Composition that he billed about, under the Name of a Sovereign Antidote. This Physician came in time to fall Sick himself, and the Governor of the Place gave him a Visit. He calls for a Cup, and a Dose of his Antidote, puts a little Fair Water in't, under a Pretence of so much Poison; stirs it together, and gives it his Patient. This (says he) is only to try the Force of your Medicine, and if you outlive it, I'll give ye a considerable Sum of money for your receipt. The poor Quack had more care of his Life then of his Credit, and so for fear of being poisoned, told the whole Truth of the Matter, and how he came to be a Physician. The governor upon this Discovery, called the People together, and bade them consider the Folly and Madness of their Confidence, that would venture the Patching up of their Carcases, upon the Skill of an Ignorant Fellow, that no body that knew him would trust so much as with the Mending of a pair of Old Shoes.  

The MORAL.  
There's Quacking in all Trades: Bold Ignorance passes upon the Multitude for Science; and it is with Men as 'tis with Brutes, some are to Eat, and others to be Eaten. Confident Knaves, live upon Credulous Fools.   

REFLECTION.  
No Fable can be Pleasant, Profitable or Instructive in Emblem, that is not drawn to the very Life of Nature; and we have a Horror for the Monstrous Productions of the Brain, as well as for those of the Body. Wherefore the Test of an Edifying Parable, is a Congruity of the Moral to the Lines of Practice, and to the Image of Truth. The Resemblance must be Touching, and a Man must have a Feeling of it to be moved with it. 'Tis never right, till I can say to myself, How many Instances have I seen in the World of this cobbler turned Doctor? How many Underlayers, that when they could not live upon their Trade, have raised themselves from Cobbling to Fluxing, and taken upon them to cast the Water of a Body politic, as well as of a Body Natural? This minds me of a Cobbling Colonel of Famous Memory, (and he was a statesman too of the Long Parliament Edition,) to a Lady of Quality in Ireland. She had been so terribly plundered, that the Poor Woman went almost Barefoot: And as she was Warming her Feet once in the chimney Corner, the Colonel took notice that her Shoes wanted Capping; Lord, Madam, (says he,) Why d'ye wear no Better Shoes? Why truly Sir, says she, all the cobblers are turned Colonels, and I can get no body to Mend 'em. Now to do Right to the Apologue; there are several Remarkable innuendoes in't: Here's First a Coxcomb that Commences Doctor. Secondly, A kind of an Individuum Vagum, dressed up in the Character of a Man of Quality. Thirdly, From being ready to Starve, Himself, he makes a very good Living out of the Privilege of poisoning and Destroying other People. Fourthly, It gives us to Understand the Force of Impudence on the one hand, and of Ignorance on the other; for what was it but the Brazen Face of the Quack, assisted by the Silliness of the Mobile, that advanced this Upstart from the Stall to the Stage? It is not to be imagined the Power of Tumour and Pretence, Bold Looks, Hard Words, and a Supercilious Brow, upon the Passions of the Multitude. To say the Truth on't, we are imposed upon by butchers, and Men of Forehead, without Common Sense, in all Trades and Professions, even to the Venturing of Soul, Body, Life and Estate upon their Skill, Honesty and Credit. Can any Man look about him in the World now, and cast his Eye and Thought upon Every-days Instances of some of these wonderful Improvements and Conversions, without Saying to Himself, The Mythologist Pointed at all these Men in this Fable? For it holds as well from Foppery to Policy; from Baseness to Honour, and from beggary to Superfluity, as from Patching to Purging, and from the Stall to the Urinal. But a trial of Skill at last puts him past his Latin; and when it comes to that once, he'll have more Wit then to Venture his Life upon his Antidote.    

FAB. CCCCII. A cobbler and a Financier.  
THere was a Droll of a cobbler that led a Life as Merry as the Day was Long, and Singing and Joking was his Delight. But it was not altogether so well with a Neighbour of his, though a Great Officer in the Treasury; for there was no Singing, nor hardly any Sleeping under his Roof: Or if he happened to dose a little now and then in a Morning, 'twas Forty to One the Jolly cobbler waked him. How often would he be Wishing to Himself that Sleep were to be bought in the Market as well as Meat and Drink! While his Head was working upon this Thought, the Toy took him in the Crown to send for the Songster. Come Neighbour, says he, thou liv'st like a Prince here, How much a Year canst thou get by thy Trade? Nay, Faith Master, says the cobbler, I keep no ' Count-Books; but if I can get Bread from Hand to Mouth, and make Even at the Years End; I never trouble myself for to Morrow. Well, says the Officer, but if you know what you can Earn by the Day, you may easily cast up what that comes to a Year: Ay, says he, but that's more or less as it falls out; for we have such a World of holidays, Festivals, and New Saints, that 'tis a Woundy Hindrance to a Poor Man that Lives by his Labour. This Dry, Blunt Way, took with the Officer, and so he went on with him: Come my Friend, says he, You came into my House a cobbler, what will you say now, if I send you out on't an Emperor? and so he put a Purse of a Hundred Crowns into his Hand. Go your ways, says he, there's an Estate for ye, and be a Good Husband of it. Away goes the cobbler with his Gold, and in Conceit as Rich as if the Mines of Peru had been emptied into his Lap. Up he Locks it immediately, and all the Comforts of his Life together with his Crowns in the same chest From the time that he was Master of this Treasure, there was no more Singing or Sleeping at our House; not a Cat stirred in the Garret, but an outcry of thiefs; and his Cottage was so haunted with Cares, Jealousies, and Wild alarms, that his very Life was become a Burden to him. So that after a short time, away trudges he to the Officer again; Ah Sir says he, if you have any Charity for a Miserable Creature, do but let me have my Songs and my Sleep again, and do you take back your Hundred Crowns, with a Hundred Thousand Thanks into the Bargain.  

The MORAL.  
The Poor Man that has but from Hand to Mouth, passes his Time Merrily, and without any Fear or Danger of thiefs, public or Private; but the House that has money In't, is as good as Haunted.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable makes Riches to be a great Enemy to our Repose, and tells us that the Cares of money lie heavier upon a Good Man, than the Inconveniences of an Honest Poverty. He that sets the Anxiety, Fears and Dangers that accompany Riches, against the cheerful and the easy Security of a Private Fortune and Condition, may very well be Thankful for the One, without Repining at the other. He that sets his Heart upon any thing in this World, makes himself a Slave to his Hopes and Fears, and is as sure of being Disappointed, as he is of the Uncertainty of Human Affairs. Let it be Love, Preferment, Court-Favours, Popularity, or what else it will, some Rival or other he must expect to meet with in all his Pretensions. The Proud Man's Inclination is Glory, High Place in the World, and the Applause of the People. The Envious Man's Heart is set upon doing shrewd Turns, Defamatory Calumnies and Revenge. In few Words, Violent Affections never fail of being uneasy and Importune: But of all Extravagant Passions, the Love of money is the most Dangerous, in regard of the greatest Variety of Difficulties that attend it. There may be some few Pretenders to a Beautiful Lady; some few Candidates for the favour of a Popular Choice. But these are Competitions that Intermit, and go off and on as it happens, upon this or that Occasion. But Money is an Universal Mistress; Men are always Watching, Spying, and Designing upon't; and all the Engines of Worldly Wisdom are perpetually at Work about it: So that whosoever is possessed of, and solicitous for that Interest, shall never Close his Eyes, so long as Craft, Violence, or Conspiracy, shall be able to keep them Waking.    

FAB. CCCCIII. The Eagle, Cat and Sow.  
THere was an Eagle, a Cat and a Sow that bred in a Wood together. The Eagle timbered upon the top of a High Oak; the Cat kittened in the Hollow trunk of it, and the Sow lay Pigging at the Bottom. The Cat's Heart was set upon Mischief, and so she went with her Tale to the Eagle. Your Majesty had best look to yourself, says Puss; for there is most certainly a Plot upon ye, and perchance upon Poor me too; for yonder's a Sow lies Grubbing Every Day at the Root of this Tree; she'll bring it down at last, and then your Little Ones and mine are all at Mercy. So soon as ever she had hammered a jealousy into the head of the Eagle, away to the Sow she goes, and Figs her in the Crown with another Story; Little do you think what a Danger your Litter is in; there's an Eagle Watching constantly upon this Tree to make a Prey of your Pigs, and so soon as ever you are but out of the way, she will certainly Execute her Design. The Cat upon this, goes presently to her Kittens again, keeping herself upon her Guard all Day, as if she were afraid; and steals out still at Night to Provide for her Family. In one Word, the Eagle durst not stir for fear of the Sow; and the Sow durst not budge for fear of the Eagle: So that they kept themselves upon their Guard till they were both starved, and left the Care of their Children to Puss and her Kittens.  

The MORAL.  
There can be no Peace in any State or Family, where Whisperers and Tale-bearers are Encouraged.   

REFLECTION.  
Busybodies and Intermedlers, are a Dangerous sort of People to have to do withal; for there's no Mischief that may not be wrought by the Craft and Manage of a Double Tongue, with a Foolish Credulity to work upon. There's hardly a Greater Pest to Government, Conversation, the Peace of Societies, Relations and Families, then Officious Tale-bearers, and Bufie-Intermedlers. These pickthanks are enough to set Mankind together by the Ears; they live upon Calumny and Slander, and cover themselves too under the Seal of secrecy and Friendship: These are the People that set their neighbour's Houses afire to Roast their own Eggs. The Sin of Traducing is Diabolical, according to the very Letter; and if the Office be Artificially managed, 'tis enough to put the whole World into a Flame, and no body the Wiser which way it came. The Mischief may be Promoted, by Misrepresenting, Misunderstanding, or Misinterpreting our neighbour's Thoughts, Words and Deeds; and no Wound so Mortal as that where the Poison works under a Pretence of Kindness. Nay, there are ways of Commendation and Insinuations, of Affection and Esteem, that Kill a Man as sure as a Gun. This Practice is the Bane of all Trust and Confidence; and it is as frequent in the Intrigues of Courts and States, as in the most Ordinary Accidents of Life. 'Tis enough to break the Neck of all Honest Purposes, to Kill all Generous and public-spirited Motions, and to stifle all Honourable Inclinations in the very Conception. But next to the Practice of these Lewd Offices, Deliver all Honest Men from lying at the Mercy of those that Encourage and Entertain them.    

FAB. CCCCIV. The Frogs and the Bulls.  
THere happened a Desperate Duel betwixt a Couple of Bulls, upon a Point of Honour; for the Quarrel was about a Mistress. There was a Frog at the same time upon the Bank of a Lake, looking on to see the Combat. Ah, says the Frog, what will become of Us now? Why prithee, says one of his Companions, what are the Bulls to the Frogs, or the Lakes to the Meadows? Very much I can assure ye, says the Frog again, for he that's Worsted, will be sure to take Sanctuary in the Fens, and then are we to be trod to Pieces.  

The MORAL.  
Delirant Reges, Plectuntur Achivi. When Princes fall out, the Commonalty Suffers, and the Little go to Wreck for the Quarrels of the Great.   

REFLECTION.  
LET Ill Consequences be never so Remote, 'tis good however, with the Frogs here in the Fable, to have the Reason of Things at Hand. The Design of many Actions looks one way, and the Event works another; as a Young Gamester's cozened with a Bricole at Tennis. But Mischiefs, whether meant or not, are to be Provided against and Prevented, with as much Care and Industry as if they had been designed from the Beginning; and the Application of Foresight in the one Case, must supply the want of Foresight in the other. 'Tis the Fool that lives ex Tempore, and from Hand to Mouth, as we say, without carrying his Thoughts into the Future. But a Wise Man looks forward, through the proper and natural Course and Connexion of Causes and Effects; and in so doing, he Fortifies Himself against the Worst that can Befall him. The Frogs Case, in some Respect, is that of a Civil War; where the People must expect to be crushed and squeezed in the Consequence, toward the Charge and Burden on't. The Lords make Merry, but 'tis the Commons must pay the Piper.    

FAB. Ccccu. The Frogs and the Sun.  
IN the Innocent Age of the World, when there were no Children in Nature, but those that were begot in Lawful Wedlock, it was in every body's Mouth, that the Sun was about to Marry. The Frogs in General were ready to Leap out of their Skins for Joy at it; till one Crafty Old Slut in the Company, advised 'em to Consider a little Better on't, before they appointed a Day of Thanksgiving for the Blessing. For (says she) if we are almost scorched to Death already, with One Sun, what will become of us when that Sun shall have Children, and the Heat increase upon us with the Family!  

The MORAL.  
We take many things at First Blush, for Blessings, that upon Second Thoughts we find would be most Pernicious to us.   

REFLECTION.  
IT requires Great Care and Circumspection, that we Weigh and balance things before we pronounce them to be either Good or Evil: For Men are Thankful many times for direct Maledictions, and Mortify themselves upon the Mistake of Imaginary Blessings. 'Twas a Wise Frog that advised her Fellows to think well on't, before they rung the Bells for the Sun's Wedding. This Fancy looks toward the Case of a Republican Humour that has got a-head in a Monarchial State, Now Empire is not to be shared in Consort; and when Sovereignty Marries, 'tis no longer Single but Popular; and still the Greater the Number of Governors, the Heavier is the Height of the Government. Now though the Order of Superiority and Subjection be of Absolute Necessity for the good of Mankind, this does not yet hinder it in many respects, from being Grievous to those that live under it; every common Man would be Free, and thinks himself wronged if he be not so. Now this is for want of Understanding the True and Natural Reason of the Matter; which is, that when One Government comes to be dissolved, the First thing to be done is to fall to Cutting of Throats toward the setting up of Another.    

FAB. CCCCVI. The Fox condemned.  
THere was a Fox (as the Story has it) of a very Lewd Life and Conversation, that happened at last to be catched in his Roguery, and called to Account for the Innocent Blood he had spilt of Lambs, pullet's and Geese without Number, and without any Sense either of Shame or of Conscience. While he was in the hands of Justice, and on his way to the Gibbet, a Freak took him in the Head to go off with a Conceit. You Gentlemen, the King's Officers, says he, I have no Mind in the World to go to the Gallows by the Common Road; but if you'll carry me through the Little Wood there on the Right Hand, I should take it very kindly. The People fancied a Trick in't at First, and that there might be some Thought of a Rescue, or an Escape in the Case; till Reynard assured them upon his Honour, that he had no such Design: Only he was a great Lover of music, and he had rather have one Chirping Madrigal in the Woods, than Forty from Turks and Popes upon the Ladder.  

The MORAL.  
Many People are so hardened in an Habitual Defiance of Heaven and Hell, that they'll sport with them at the very Gallows; and value themselves upon Living and Dying all of a piece.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable hits the Humour of a great many lose People in the World, that are so Wicked as to value themselves upon their Ill Manners, and the contempt of all Goodness; nay, to the degree even of taking a Pride in their Iniquity, and affecting a Reputation by it, in proportion to the Measure of the Extravagance. Some Men are so hardened in Lewdness, that they make it a Point of Honour to be True to't, and to go to the Devil with a frolic betwixt their Teeth. They have gotten a Habit of Laughing Honesty and Good Manners out of Countenance, and a Reprobated Hardness of Heart, does them the Office of Philosophy towards a Contempt of Death. Our common Executions yield but too many Instances of this Kind; and it helps mightily to keep up the Humour, that instead of Owning and Professing an Abhorrence for these Affronts upon God and Nature, the Impiety is celebrated for a Jest. And whence comes it now, that Men should be so Insensible, either of a Present Calamity, or of a Future judgement, but stom the Custom of a Scoffing Atheistical Life; where Licentiousness has so long passed for Sharpness of Wit, and Greatness of Mind, that the Conscience is grown Callous; and after this, it is but a Natural Congruity for Men to die as they have lived. Now a Liberty in this Latitude is not more Execrable, than the Example is Pernicious; especially where it is attended with the Pleasure of a Frothy and a surprising Wit to Recommend the Wickedness.    

FAB. CCCCVII. A Man at a Fish-Dinner.  
A Certain Prince took a learned Man to Dinner with him: It was a Fasting-Day it seems, and a great deal of Large Grown Fish there was at the Table; only at the Lower End, where the Philosopher sat, there were none but Little Ones. He took out several of them One by One, and first put his Mouth to the fish's Ear, and then the fish's Mouth to his own Ear, and so laid 'em in whole again, without so much as Tasting one Bit of 'em. Come Sir, says the Master of the Feast, You have some Pleasant Thought or other in your Head now, Pray let the Company take part with ye. Why Sir, says he, My Father had the Ill-Fortune about Two Years ago to be Cast away upon this Coast; and I was ask these Little Fishes if they could tell me what became of his Body: They said No, they could not, for 'twas before their Time: But if I examined the Great Ones, 'tis possible they might be able to say somewhat to't. The Prince was so well pleased with the Fancy, that he ordered his Mess to be changed, and from that Time forward, no body Welcomer to the Table than this Man.  

The MORAL.  
It is a masterpiece in Conversation, to intermix Wit and Liberty so Discreetly, that there may be nothing in't that's Bitter, Course, or out of Season.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to tell us, that Good Humour goes further many times in the Reputation of the World, then Profound Learning; though Undoubtedly both together are Best. There is a certain Knack in the Art of Conversation, that gives a good Grace to many things, by the Manner and Address of Handling 'em, which in the ordinary way of bringing Matters about, would give great Offence to the Common Rules, even of Civility and Discretion. The Skill on't lies in the Nicety of Distinguishing, First, What Liberty is necessary in such and such a Case. And Secondly, How to Temper and Accommodate that Freedom to a Consistence with Good Manners: And this must be done too without Formality and Affectation; for a Studied and a laboured Forecast toward the Setting of such a Humour Abroach, is Putid and Nauseous to the Highest Degree; and better Fifty such Conceits were Lost, then that any thing of Contrivance or Premeditation should appear in't. There are a sort of People, that when they have once hit upon a Thought that Tickles them, will be still bringing it in by Head and Shoulders, over and over in several Companies, and upon several Occasions; but 'tis below the Dignity of a Man of Weight, to value himself upon such a Levity; for it makes him look as if Trifling were his masterpiece. Now these Turns of Fancy and Entertainment, should pass off as they came on, carelessly and Easily, without laying any stress upon them; for they are then only Happy and Agreeable, when they are played off at volley, and pro Re Nata, and only made use of, in fine, as a sauce to the Conversation. The Philosopher in this Instance, was not without some Difficulty how to gain his Point: There were better Fish at the Table, and the Question was how to come at them, without being either Rude or Importune; and yet if he were not clear enough to be Understood, he was in danger still to lose his Longing. So that he found out such a way of ask, as to Provoke a Question without Speaking a Word to't; and he did it in such a Fashion of Respect too, that it might not look like Begging on the one Hand, or Reproaching on the other. And he was much in the Right once again too, when the Riddle was already set afoot, rather to wait till the Explanation should be desired, then to Prompt the Master of the Feast to Call for't.    

FAB. CCCCVIII. Two Laden-Asses.  
AS Two Asses were Fording a River, the one Laden with Salt, the other with Sponge: The Salt-Ass fell down under his Burden, but quickly got up again, and went-on the Merrier for't. The Sponge-Ass found it agreed so well with his Companion, that down lies he too, upon the same Experiment; but the Water that dissolved the Salt, made the Sponge Forty times Heavier than it was before; and that which eased the One, drowned the Other.  

The MORAL.  
The Deceiver may be Deceived: Many People take false Measures for their own Relies, without considering that what's Good in One Case, may be Bad in Another.   

REFLECTION.  
A Wise Man lives by Reason, not by Example; or if he does, 'tis odds, he goes out of his Way. We have a Common Saying that holds in a Thousand Ordinary Cases, where the same thing Ruins one, that Saves another. It is the part also of an Honest Man to deal Above-Board, and without Tricks. The Ass with the Sponge failed in both; for First, he would be trying Conclusions, without Examining either the Nature of the thing in Question, or what the Matter would bear. Secondly, He was false to his Master too, in Abusing a Trust for the Easing of his own carcase; and than it cost him his Life Over and Above, which was both his Mishap and his Punishment.    

FAB. CCCCIX. A blackbird afraid of a kite.  
A Poor Simple blackbird was Frighted almost to Death with a Huge Flopping kite that she saw over her Head, Screaming and Scouring about for her Prey. Come Sister, says a Thrush to her, Pluck up a Good Heart; for all this Fluttering and Scrieking is but Fooling; and you shall see this Lazy Buzzard at last, even take up with some Pitiful Frog or Mouse to her Supper, and be Glad on't too. No, no, the Hawks are the Dangerous Birds Child, that by't, as they say, without Barking, and do Execution in Silence.  

The MORAL.  
The more Noise and Flutter, the less Danger.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S no great Danger in Men of Huff and Bluster: Noise and Pretence without Execution, is only much ado about Nothing; and yet this way of Trifling, is the very business and Practice of many that pass in the World for Great Men, though they are much Mistaken that think them so. But there are Reverend Appearers in all manner of Glorious Professions and Adventures, as in Arms, Letters, Religion Law, Policy, etc. There are Quacks, in short, of all sorts, as Bullies, Pedants, Hypocrites, Empyricks, Law-Jobbers, Politicasters', and the like; and there are Men as well as blackbirds that are Silly enough not to Distinguish betwixt a Hawk and a Buzzard.    

FAB. CCCCX. A Fox and Wolf.  
AN Unlucky Fox dropped into a Well, and cried out for Help: A Wolf overheard him, and looks down to see what the Matter was. Ah, (says Reynard,) Pray lend me your Hand Friend, or I'm lost else. Poor Creature! says the Wolf, Why comes this about? Prithee how long hast thou been here? Thou canst not but be mighty Cold sure. Come, come, this is no Time for Fooling, says the Fox; set me upon Terra Firma first, and then I'll tell ye the History.  

The MORAL.  
When a Man is in Misery, there must be no Trifling in the Case. 'Tis a Barbarous Humour to stand Bantering out of Season. 'Tis no Time or Place for Raillery, when a Life's at Stake.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE are Three Calamities in One: First, The Foxes falling into a Pit, and not being able to get out again. Secondly, The Misery of being put to beg Relief of an Enemy, for want of a Friend. Thirdly, The Affront of the Refusal, as it was accompanied with Raillery and Scorn. 'Twere well if we had not too many of these Brutal Mockeries in our Daily Conversations; for we have Banterers in Religion, in Point of Honour, and upon all the Distresses of Human Life. He that has no Pity or Compassion for the Miserable, is not in Truth of a Reasonable Make; for Tenderness of Nature is but a kind of Lay-Charity; and a Body can be no more a Good Man without the One, than a Good Christian without the Other. Let a Man be never so Wicked, 'tis a Base and an Unmanly thing to Insult upon him in his Calamity. His Punishment may be Just; and when he suffers Justice, 'tis all that a Good and a Generous Man can wish for in the Case.  
The S●…omms of Great Men, or Buffoons of Quality, are every jot as Wolvish in Conversation, as they are here in the Fable; though 'tis looked upon, I know, as ●… Mark of Breeding, and the Indication of a Man that has Notable Skill in the World, to turn the Earnest of all Things and Duties, Sacred and Civil, into a Jest, and to put the Common Principles of Faith, Truth, Justice and Respect, out of Countenance. Now in all these Cases, the precedent is as Dangerous, as the Practice is Odious, where the Quality of the Droll serves to authorize the Indignity: But from a Fox, that's made up of Trick and Treachery, there's no better to be Expected.    

FAB. CCCCXI. Two Travellers find an Oyster.  
AS Two Men were Walking by the seaside, at a Low-water, they saw an Oyster, and they both Pointed at it together: The One Stoops to take it up; the other gives him a Push, and tells him, 'tis not yet Decided whether it shall be Yours or Mine. In the Interim, while they were Disputing their Title to't, comes a Passenger that way, and to him they referred the Matter by Consent, which of the Two had the Better Right to the Oyster. The Arbitrator very Gravely takes out his Knife, and Opens it; the Plaintiff and Defendant at the same time Gaping at the Man, to see what would come on't. He Loosens the Fish, Gulps it down, and so soon as ever the Morsel was gone the way of all Flesh, wipes his Mouth, and Pronounces judgement. My Masters, (says he, with the Voice of Authority,) The Court has ordered each of ye a Shell, without Costs; and so pray go Home again, and Live Peaceably among your Neighbours.  

The MORAL  
Referrees and Arbitrators seldom forget Themselves.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Scope of this Fable, is to divert People from Contentious, Expensive and Vain Law Suits. Agree, Agree, (says the Old Saw,) the Law is Costly: The whole business of the World is about Meum & Tuum; either by Right, in Good Earnest, or by Wrong, under the colour of Right: And while the Clients are Contending about the Title, the Council runs away with the Estate. This Litigious Humour, where Men are as well Stubborn and Wilful, as Captious and Quarrelsome, burns like the Fire of Hell; for 'tis never to be quenched: Beside, that whoever is given to Wrangling, can never want Matter or Occasion for't. And this is not only the Case in Matters of Propriety, and in Legal Claims before a Bench of Justice, but it works in a Thousand Instances of Vain Disputations, Competitions, and other trials of Mastery and Skill, where there's little more than Pride, Stomach, Will and Vanity, to uphold the Contest. Nay, and he that has the better on't at last, is only the more Fortunate Fool of the Two. Let but any Man set before him the Vexatious Delays, Quirks and expenses of most of our Barratry Suits at Law, and 'tis odds he finds at the Foot of the Account, the Play not worth the Candle.    

FAB. CCCCXII. A Raging Lion▪  
THere was a Lion ran Stark Mad, and the very Fright on't put all the Beasts of the forest out of their Wits for Company. Why what a Condition are we in, they cried, to fall under the Power of a Mad Lion; when a Lion at the very Soberest, is little better than frantic?  

The MORAL.  
Rage upon Rage is a Double Madness.   

REFLECTION.  
Governors had need be very well Principled, and good natured, to keep their Passions in Order and Obedience: But when an Absolute Power shall come to be put upon the stretches by an outrageous Humour, there's no Living under it. By a Raging Lion, is meant an Unruly and a Cruel Governor, which is a sad Calamity, but not without somewhat of Dignity yet in the Misfortune; for 'tis a Lion still, how Mad soever. Now if it had been a Raging Ape, the Fancy had been Ridiculous and Scandalous to the Last Degree; and therefore the Moral is restrained to the True and Genuine Character of Sovereignty, without Descending to the Counterfeit.  
The Moralists that make this Raging of a Lion to be a Surcharge of One Madness upon another, must not be Understood Simply, as if they took Government for a Burden and an Oppression; but it refers to the Infelicity of that State where an Impotent Will puts an Unbounded Power upon the Tenter. But let the Oppression be never so Sanguinary, there's no Appeal left from the Tyranny; for if a General Insurrection had been thought Lawful, the Fable would not have made the Case so Desperate: So that this is only to Insinuate the Sacredness of Power, let the Administration of it be what it will: And the Reason of it is so plain, that it is impossible for Human Frailty to be better secured than it is by the Determinations of Providence in this Particular. An Unlimited Power 'tis true is a strong Temptation, and where 'tis screwed up to the Highest Pitch, 'tis a great Unhappiness; but it is not for Men that have their Fortunes and their Stations in this World assigned them, to take upon themselves to be their own Carvers, and to Grumble at the Orders and Resolutions of their Masters and Rulers. 'Tis a Great Unhappiness to lie at the Mercy of a Raging Lion; but it is a Christian Duty nevertheless to suffer Patiently under the Justice of such a judgement.    

FAB. CCCCXIII. The Kingdom of Apes.  
TWo Men took a Voyage together into the Kingdom of Apes; the one a Trimmer, the other a Plain Dealer. They were taken into Custody, and carried to the Prince of the Country, as he sat in State, and a Mighty Court about him. Well, says the King to the Trimmer, Look me in the Face now, and say, what do you take me to be? A Great Emperor, Undoubtedly, says the Trimmer. Well, says his Majesty once again, and what d'ye take all these People about me for? Why Sir, says he, I take them for your majesty's Nobility and Great Officers. The Prince was wonderfully pleased with the Civility and Respect of the Man, and ordered him a Bushel of Pippins, as a singular Mark of his Royal Favour. His Majesty after this, put the same Questions to the Plain Dealer, who fell to computing with Himself, that if his Companion had gotten a Reward for a damned lie, certainly he should have twice as much for a Plain Honest Truth; and so he told the King Bluntly, that he took him for a very Extraordinary Ape, and all those People about him for his Trusty and wellbeloved Counsellors and cousins: But the Poor Man Paid dearly for his Simplicity; for upon a Signal from the Emperor, the whole Band of Apes fell Tooth and Nail upon him, and tore him one Limb from another.  

The MORAL▪  
Where the Rules and Measures of Policy are Perverted, there must needs Ensue a Failure of justice, and a Corruption of Manners: And in a Kingdom of Apes, Buffoons may well put in for Commission-Officers.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS (says Camerarius,) is to reprove the Practices of perverse Courts, and Extravagant Princes.  
It is the proper business of Mythology to Point out, and Represent the Images of Good and Evil, and under those Shadows to Teach us what we ought to do, and what not, either Severally and Apart, or as Members of a Society; that is to say, Simply, as Men in a State of Right Nature, or as Parents, or Children, Masters, or Servants, Husbands or Wives, Rulers or Subjects, Friends, Countrymen, Relations, and the like. Now as there are Good and Bad of all sorts; so their Virtues and their Vices, their good Behaviour and their misdemeanours are to be set forth, circumstanced and distinguished in such sort, as by Rewards or Punishments, to Encourage the One, and to Discountenance the Other, in proportion to the Dignity of the Action, or the Degree of the Offence; by Conferring Marks and Characters of Honour, Offices of Trust, or Beneficial Commissions on the one hand, and by inflicting Sentences of Shame, Infamy, Pains Corporal, or Pecuniary on the other. Without this Distribution, one main end of Emblem is lost; neither is it the true Figure of Life. For Wicked Men, False Brethren, Unnatural Parents, Disobedient Children, Barbarous Husbands, Undutiful Wives, Tyrannical, Weak or Fantastical Governors; Rebellious Subjects, Cruel Masters, Faithless Servants, Perfidious Kindred and Acquaintance: All these Lewd Characters are as Absolutely necessary to the Perfecting of the Design, as the most Laudable Excellencies in Nature.  
In this Fable of the Kingdom of Apes, the Author according to Camerarius, intended the Picture of an Extravagant Government, where he gives Flattery and Corruption the Advantages that in Policy and Justice belong to Services of Honour and of Truth: And at the same time Delivers up a Man of Honesty, Justice and Plain Dealing to be torn to Pieces. This Kingdom of Apes has been moralised a Thousand and a Thousand times over in the Practice of the World, and such as the Fountain is, such will be the Stream. Let Government itself be never so Sacred, Governors are still but Men; and how necessary and Beneficial soever the Order is at all Hands confessed to be, the Officers yet, and the Administrators are but Flesh and Blood, and liable to the Passions and Frailties of other Mortals.  
There are in fine, many Distempers, Errors, and Extravagances, that show themselves in the Exercise of Political Powers; as an inexorable Rigour for the Purpose, or as Lasche a Demission of Sovereign Authority. There are Cases of Sensuality, Pleasure, and Appetite, where governors have only the Name of Rulers, while some overgrown Subject perhaps Usurps upon the Prerogative in effect, and does the worst things imaginable in the Name of the public. But this rarely happens, save where the Master wants Resolution to check the licence and Presumption of a Daring Servant.  
There is also a certain Manage that leaves all at Six and Seven, and thinks to support Greatness without either Rule, Weight or Measure; and that's a dangerous Point, when Prudence and Fidelity shall turn to Loss, and Wickedness be supported by the Reputation of Favour and Applause. The Misery of these false Measures is excellently well Pointed out to us in this Fable; and consequently the Blessings of a steady Administration, where the Ends of Government are Conscientiously observed, and the Divine privileges of Power maintained; and where Truth and Justice are impartially Asserted and administered, and as resolutely Defended.    

FAB. CCCCXIV. a Als made a judge of music.  
THere was a Question started betwixt a cuckoo and a Nightingale, which of the Two had the Better Voice, and the better way of Singing. It came at last to a trial of Skill, and an Ass was to be the Judge; who upon Hearing both Sides, gave it clearly for the cuckoo.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Hard Case for Philosophers to be tried by Fools, and the Multitude to sit judges upon the Niceties of Honour and Government.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Old Adage of Asinus ad Lyram, answers this Figure to the very Letter. The Fable extends to all Incompetent Judges, Umpires, or Arbitrators, in what Case or Matter, or under what Incapacity or Disability soever. It Points at the Folly and Scandal of the Choice too, as well as the Iniquity of the Sentence; for the Honour of the Governor, and the Well being of the Government, depend in a great Measure upon the Fitness of the Officer, let his Commission be Ecclesiastical, Civil, Military, or what else it will. Here's an Ass made a Judge of music; a Faculty that he neither Loves nor Understands; for there's no Song to One Ass, like the Braying of Another. Let any Man fancy to Himself, how it would look to put a Law-Case to a jack-pudding; a Question of State to a Corn-Cutter; a Point of Conscience to a Knight of the Post. In short, let every Man be Consulted and Credited in his own Way and Trade. Neither can it be Expected that a Fool should judge according to Wisdom, Truth, Reason and Justice. There may be very proper Exceptions too upon the Matter, as well of Morals, as of Abilities. One would not Trust a Covetous Man in money Matters, where there's any thing to be Gotten, either by Fraud or Corruption; nor a Vain Man, where there's a Temptation to Popularity. False Men are not to be taken into Confidence; nor Fearful Men into a Post that requires Resolution; nor Cruel, Insolent Men, into a Station where Power may be abused to Oppression. All these Absurdities fall within the Dint of this Fable; for want of Honesty makes a Judge as Incompetent, as want of Understanding.    

FAB. Ccccxu. An Ape judge betwixt a Fox and a Wolf.  
A Wolf charges a Fox with a piece of Pilfery. The Fox Denies it. The Ape tries the Cause, and upon a fair Hearing, Pronounces them both to be Guilty. You (says the Judge to the Wolf,) have the Face to Challenge that which you never Lost; and you (says he to the Fox,) have the Confidence to Deny that which you have certainly stolen.  

The MORAL.  
When both Plaintiff and Defendant happen to be a Couple of Crafty Knaves, there's Equity against them Both.   

REFLECTION.  
‛ THIS Fable tells us what Credit is to be given to Witnesses of a False and Lewd Conversation, and that a known Liar is of no Authority in a judgement of Law, even when he speaks Truth. Where a Brace of Sharpers will be going to Law, none so fit as an Ape to try the Cause; and it was a Sentence worthy of such a Judge, to pronounce them both Guilty; which in Equity they were, with a respect to their Character and Reputation; though in Law they could not be so, upon the Fact in Question. If the Ape in this Fable had too little regard to the Letter of the Law, we have seen some Cases where more stress has been laid upon the rigour and strictness of it, then Conscientiously did belong to't: For when one Man of an Exemplary Improbity, Charges another of the same Stamp, in a Court of a Justice, he lies under the Disadvantage of a strong Suspicion, even before he is herd; and People are prepared to Believe the Worst of him by Anticipation, and before his Case is Known. So that the Bare Prejudice is sufficient to turn the Scale, where it was Gold-weight before; unless we balance the Improbity of the one, with the Improbity of the other, as the Ape did here in the Fable.  
We are to understand upon the whole matter, that it is more Advisable to give too Little Credit in a Court of Judicature to Men of Profligate Lives, than too Much: For 'tis a Scandal to public Justice, to make use of such Instruments for the Supporters of a State.    

FAB. CCCCXVI. An Ape and a Lion in his Kingdom.  
WE are told of a Lion, that (after the Laudable Example of other Princes,) passed an Act of Grace upon his Accession to the Crown, wherein he was pleased to Declare himself wonderfully in favour of the Liberties and Properties of his Subjects. He did not hold in this Mind long; and yet he could not think it convenient neither, to make any Attempts upon the Beasts by open Force; so that he chose rather to take them One by One in Private to him, and to sift them all upon this General Question; Put your Nose just to my Mouth, says he, when I Gape, and then tell me truly, is my Breath Sweet or no? Some told him that it was not Sweet, others that it was; and so he picked a Quarrel with them Both: The one Sort went to Pot for their hypocrisy; and the other for their Insolence. It came to the Ape at last, to deliver his Opinion upon the Matter; the Ape smelled and Snuffled, and considered on't: Why certainly Sir, says he, You have some Rich Perfume in Your Mouth, for I never smelled any thing so fragrant since I was Born. The Roguy Ape in fine, Wheedled him so Artificially, that the Lion had not the Face to Chop him up immediately upon the Spot, and yet he was resolved he should not escape neither: So the Lion Counterfeited Sick, and there was notable Puzzling among the Doctors I warrant ye, about his Pulse and his Water: But they told him however upon due consideration, that they found no Mortal Symptoms about him, only a kind of Heavy Indisposition, that might be easily Rectified by a Careful Diet; and so they desired him by all means to bethink himself what Flesh he loved best, and even make a Hearty Meal on't. Why then (says the Lion) I have a strange Fancy for a Mouthful of Good Sound Apes-Flesh, if you find it proper for me: Nothing like it, they cried; and so the Poor Flattering Ape was presently Taken up, dressed and Eaten by way of Prescription.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Hope for an Honest Man, where Flattery is encouraged and Rewarded, and Plain-Dealing punished.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable gives to Understand, that where Men of Power happen to be Unjust and Cruel, all the Prudence and Innocency in the World will not save a Man: He that would Thrive in such a Court, must Govern himself betwixt Sincerity and Adulation. The Art of Pleasing is not every Man's talon, neither will the same way of Manage work upon all Humours alike. The Art of Pleasing, is in Truth but the Art of Living; and the Skill of Cutting to a third, betwixt Flattery and Ill Manners; but so as to Accommodate the Method and the Application, to the Genius of the Man, or of the People, and to the Quality of the business in Hand: Not but that there are some Cases and Natures that a Man cannot so much as Touch, without Burning his Fingers, and where Truth, Flattery, and Trimming are all Mortal.  
We may learn from hence also, that Justice is so Awfully Sacred, that the most Faithless of Men have a secret Veneration for it; for their Uttermost Cruelties are covered with the semblance of it; and in the very Exercise of the Vice, they Affect the Reputation of the virtue. 'Tis neither Prudent nor safe, in fine, to Provoke great Men, or indeed to have any thing to do with them, if they be not Men of Honour, as well as of Power; for though their Hands seem to be Bound, they can yet untie themselves, by Virtue of a Certain Prerogative they have to Play Fast or lose at Pleasure.    

FAB. CCCCXVII. Two Laden Asses.  
THere's an Old Story of Two Asses Travelling upon the Road, the One Laden with Oats, the other with money: The Mony-Merchant I Warrant ye, was so Proud of his Trust, and of his Bell, that he went Juking and Tossing of his Head, and Tabring with his Feet all the way, as if no Ground would hold him. The other Plodding on with his Nose in the Breech of his Leader, as Gravely as One Foot could follow another. While they were Jogging on thus upon the Way, out comes a Band of highwaymen from the next Wood, and falls upon the Ass that carried the Treasure. They Beat, Wound and Rifle him, and so leave him, without so much as taking the least Notice of his Fellow. Well, (says the King's Ass,) and for all this Mischief I may even thank my Mony. Right, says the other; and it has been my Happiness that I was not thought worth the Robbing.  

The MORAL.  
Poverty is both Safe and Easie; and Riches a Great Snare to People in many Cases: As it fared worse here with the State-Ass then with the muleteers.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Poor Peaceable Man has nothing to Fear, but does his business, and takes his Rest, without the Trouble either of thiefs or of alarms. 'Tis the Booty, not the Man, (save only for the Booty's Sake,) that is in Danger. There's either money or Monys-worth, in all the Controversies of Life; for we live in a Mercenary World, and 'tis the Price, in some sort or other, of all things that are in it; but as it certainly draws Envy and hazard after it, so there are great Advantages go along with it, and great Blessings that attend the right use of it. And so for Poverty too; a narrow Fortune is undoubtedly a Cramp to a great Mind, and lays a Man under a Thousand Incapacities of serving either his Country or his Friend; but it has the Comforts yet of being free from the Cares and Perils that accompany great Masses of Treasure and Plentiful Estates. Beside, that the Virtue of a Generous and a Charitable Tenderness of Nature, is never the less Acceptable to him that takes the Will for the Deed, for want of Ability to put those good Inclinations in Execution. This Fable in short, makes good the old Saying,  

No Man Sings a Merrier Note  
Than he that cannot change a Groat.     

FAB. CCCCXVIII. A Boar Challenges an Ass.  
THere passed some Hard Words betwixt a Boar and an Ass, and a Challenge followed upon't. The Boar depended upon his Tusks, and computed within himself, that Head to Head the tother could never be able to Encounter him. So he advanced upon his Adversary: And the Ass, so soon as ever he had him within Distance, turned tail upon him, and gave him such a Lash over the chaps with his Iron Hoof, that he made him stagger again. The Boar after a little Pause; recovered himself. Well, (says he) I was not ware of such an Attack from that End.  

The MORAL.  
No great enterprise should be Undertaken without considering beforehand the Good or the Ill that may come of it.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable shows the great Oversight of Engaging in Quarrels, without Considering from what Quarter the Danger may come. Where Adversaries are unequally matched, it will behoove the Weaker to supply the want of Force and Courage, by Invention and Address. Presumption can never Justify either Temerity or Carelessness; for every Creature has its Weak Side, and lies open to be imposed upon by Craft or surprise. There's an Infamy in the very Challenge of so Base and timorous a Creature; but then to be Worsted by an Animal that's the Scorn of all the Rest, is Shameful and Ridiculous to the Highest Degree.    

FAB. CCCCXIX. A cuckoo and Little Birds.  
A cuckoo was ask several Little Birds, what made them so Shy of coming into her Company. They told her, that she was so like a Hawk, they did not care to have any thing to do with her.  

The MORAL.  
A Wise Man Searches into the Nature of Things, and does not Govern himself by outward Semblances and Appearances.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE should a Regard be had in all our Actions and Counsels, to the Nicety of the matter in Question. This is to tell us, that the very Appearances of Evil are to be Avoided, and all the Semblances of Danger to be well examined and considered. Why should not a Bird as well trust a Hawk that's like a cuckoo, as trust a cuckoo that's like a Hawk? Two Likes may be Mistaken, and a Man cannot be too wary where the Error is Mortal. There may be a Disguise 'tis true, in the one case, and a misapprehension in the other; but it is safer yet to stand upon our Guard against an Enemy in the likeness of a Friend, then to Embrace any Man for a Friend in the likeness of an Enemy. T●…ere's no Snare like Credulity, when the Bait that's laid for us is covered with the pretence of a Good Office. Neither are there any Impostures so Pernicious, as those that are put upon us by Fair Resemblances. He that is not certain, (in such an Instance as this,) is in danger; and 'tis ill Venturing (Neck and all especially,) where a Body is not very sure, whether it be a Hawk or a cuckoo.    

FAB. CCCCXX. Hungry Dogs, and a Raw-Hide.  
A Company of Hungry Curs discovered a Raw-Hide in the Bottom of a River, and laid their Heads together how to come at it: They canvased the matter one way and tother, and brought it to this Issue in the Conclusion, that the only way to get it, was to Drink their way to't. So they fell to Lapping and Guzzling, till in one Word, they Burst themselves, and never the nearer.  

The MORAL.  
He that sets his Heart upon Things Impossible, shall be sure to Lose his Longing.   

REFLECTION.  
Foolish Counsel is not only Vain and Unprofitable in General, but in many particular Cases most Destructive and Deadly. This Fable lays open the Folly, the Vanity, and the Danger of Pressing too eagerly for any thing that's out of our Reach. We spend our Strength, and our Credit in clearing the way to't, and it flies before us like a Shadow, which we may well Pursue, but can never Overtake. It is much the 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉, and a Thousand 〈◊〉 sorts of Projectors, that propose to themselves things utterly Impracticable, a●…do consume their Lives in Hopeless and Fruitless undertake. This falls out for want of Computing upon the Proportion betwixt the Means, and the End; and for want of Examining and Considering what's Practicable, and what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for want again of Measuring our Force and Capacity with our Designs.    

FAB. CCCCXXI. An Ass and a Shadow.  
ONe hired an Ass in the Dog-Days to carry certain Bails of Goods to such a Town: 'Twas extreme Hot, so that he lay down upon the Way to Refresh himself under the Shade of the Ass. The Muletier bade him Rise, and go on according to his Bargain. Tother said that the Ass was His for the time he had hired him. Right, says the other, You have hired the Ass, but not the Shadow.  

The MORAL.  
Work for the Lawyers.   

REFLECTION.  
‛ THIS Fable Plays upon the Contentious Humour of People that go to Law for Trifles. De Asini Umbra, is effectully but this Fancy in an Adage. There needs no more to the setting of the whole World in a Flame, than a quarrelsome Plaintiff and defendant, and a Brace of Chicaneurs to Blow the Coals. Wrangling is Instructed as an Art or a Science on the one side, and made use of as an Exercise on the other. Some People can no more Live without Law, then without Air, and they reckon it better Husbandry to spend a Thousand Pound upon Counsel, to Defend a Trivial or an Unwarrantable Cause, then to part with one single Six Pence for the Payment of an Honest Debt. This Fable in short, is moralised in Westminster-Hall, Forty times over every Term.    

FAB. CCCCXXII. A Country-Fellow and a River.  
A Blockheaded-Boy that was sent to Market with Butter and Cheese by the Good Old Woman his Mother, made a stop at a Quick River in the way, and laid himself down upon the Bank there, till it should run out. About Midnight, Home he goes to his Mother, with all his Market-Trade back again. Why how now Son, says She, what have we here to do! Why Mother, says this Booby, yonder's a Scurvy River that has been running all this Day, and I stayed till just now for the Running of it out, and there 'tis Running still. The Lord help thee Son, says the Good Woman, for thy Head and mine will be laid many a Fair Day before this River runs Dry.  

The MORAL.  
We are not to Expect that Nature will Change her Course, to Gratify the Sickly Freak of every Fantastical Humour.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is to show us the Mischief and the Danger of Procrastination. The slothful and Irresolute slip their Opportunities in the very Expectation of them. Some People are so unreasonably Lazy, as to expect that Nature should rather go out of her Course and Way for their Sakes, than they put themselves to the trouble of Moving One Step out of their own way for the sake of business and Nature. They'll rather wait the Running of a River Dry, then take the Pains to look about for a Bridge or a Ford. They never consider that Nature is a Perpetual Motion, and that the Work of the Universe Circulates, without any Interval or Repose. Why should not the Sun sleep in the Firmament, or stand still to Attend our Affairs, as well as the Rivers stop their Courses to give us Passage?  
Nay, the Madness of this Folly is yet more Impious than any thing else in't; for what Man in his Right Wits can pretend to Wish, to Hope, or to wait for such Events, for the Gratifying of a Sickly Fancy, as would be enough to put People quite beside their Senses, if they should come to pass? So Ridiculous are Intemperate Curiosities, and Impotent Affections, that nothing less than Portents, and the Confounding of Nature in her Course and Causes, can Content us. How can any thing succeed well to People that are to be pleased with Nothing, unless the very Ball of the Universe may be unravelled, and the Laws of Providence reversed?    

FAB. CCCCXXIII. A Bladder with Beans in't.  
IN the Days of Adam, when (as the Story says,) the World had here and there a Shrew in't, it fell to the Lot of a certain Philosopher to have one of those Smart Lasses to his Wife: The Evil Spirit was often up with her; and never had any Quack or Operator so many Receipts for the toothache, or a Quartan Ague, as he had Spells offered him for the Laying of it again: But when he found that neither Saying Much, Little, or nothing; neither Choler, nor Patience; neither Going nor Staying would do any Good upon her, he Betook himself to a Bladder of Beans, and the shaking of that Bladder when the Fit was upon her, without One Syllable speaking, was at any time a Present Cure.  

The MORAL.  
There's no way like Raising of One Devil to Cast out Another: For there must be no Answering of Noise, Folly, and Reviling, in the same Kind.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Husband here in the Fable found no Charm to lay the Devil in a Petticoat, but the rattling of a Bladder with Beans in't; and I myself have known a Cat-Pipe used in the like Case with very good Success. There's no Contending with an Impetuous Woman, by Authority or Reason. The Banging of it out in a Dispute at length, would be a Loss both of Time and of Honour, and to no manner of purpose neither; for what should a Man do, Reasoning upon a Point where Reason does not so much as enter into the Question? So that it is the Best of a Brave Man's Game to make a Drawn Battle on't, where there's no Possibility of a Victory. He in fine, that contemns a Shrew to the Degree of not Descending to Word it with her, does worse than Beat her. But we live in an Age, when Women, we hope, are better Instructed, then to fly in the face of Religion itself, Law, and Nature: And these Desperate Encounters can never fall out betwixt a Man and his Wife, but where the Woman is lost to all sense of Shame, Prudence, Modesty and Common Respect.    

FAB. CCCCXXIV. A Fox and a Divining Cock.  
A Fox that had spied out a Cock at Roost upon a Tree; and out of his Reach, fell all of a sudden into an Extravagant Fit of Kindness for him; and to Enlarge upon the Wonderful Esteem he had for the Faculties and good Graces of the Bird, but more particularly for his Skill in Divination, and the Foreknowledge of Things to come. Oh (says he) that I were but Worthy the Friendship of so great a Prophet! This Flattery brought the Cock down from the Tree into the very Mouth of the Fox, and so away he Trudges with him into the Woods; reflecting still as he went, upon the strange Force that Fair Words have upon vain Fools: For this Sot of a Cock (says he) to take himself for a Diviner, and yet not foresee at the same time, that if he fell into my Clutches, I should certainly make a Supper of him.  

The MORAL.  
A Fool that will Swallow Flattery, shall never want a Knave to give it him.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Power of Flattery, where it is once entertained, is well nigh Irresistible; for it carries the Countenance of Friendship and Respect; and Foolish Natures are easily wrought upon, and Perverted, under that Semblance. When Pride, Vanity, and Weakness of judgement meet in the same Person, there's no Resisting the Temptations of a fair Tongue, and consequently not avoiding the Secret and Malicious Designs of a False Heart. Here's a Credulous Cock already prepared for the Entertainment of the Grossest of Flatteries: Nothing so Ridiculous, nothing so Impossible, but it goes down whole with him, for Truth and Earnest: Nay, and the Folly is so Unaccountable, and the Madness so Notorious, that in this Humour the most Spiteful Enemies we have in the World pass upon us for Friends. The Cock takes the Council of a Fox, and like the Squirrel to the Rattle-Snake, puts himself into the Mouth of his Mortal Adversary. How many such Diviners do we meet with in our Daily Conversation, that lay their Lives, Fortunes and Reputation at the Mercy of Parasites? How many Sots that Commence Philosophers upon the Credit of these Fawning Slaves! There's no Fool to the great Fool that's fooled by a little Fool; nor any thing so Scandalous as to be the Fool Of a Fool.    

FAB. CCCCXXV. The Moon Begs a New Gown.  
THe Moon was in a heavy Twitter once, that her clothes never Fitted her: Wherefore, Pray Mother, says she, let the tailor take Measure of me for a New-Gown. Alas Child, says the Mother, how is it possible to make any one Garment to Fit a Body that appears every Day in a several Shape?  

The MORAL.  
'Tis the Humour of many People, to be perpetually Longing for something or other that's not to be had.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS shows us the Vanity of Impracticable Propositions, and that there is no Measure to be taken of an Unsteady Mind. There's no Quieting of Unsettled Affections; no satisfying of Unbounded Desires; no possibility in short, of either Fixing or Pleasing them. Let a Man but say What he would have, When, and how Much, or how Little, and the moon's tailor may take Measure of him; but to be Longing for this thing to Day, and for that thing to Morrow; to change like for loathe, and to stand Wishing and Hankering at a Venture, how is it possible for any Man to be at Rest in this Fluctuant Wandering Humour and Opinion? There's no fitting of a Gown to a Body that's of One Size when you take Measure of it, and of another when you come to put it on. 'Tis the very same Case with a Heart that is not True to itself. And upon the whole Matter, Men of this Levity are condemned to the Misery of Living and Dying Uneasy.    

FAB. CCCCXXVI. A Young Fellow about to Marry.  
MArrying and Hanging, they say, go by Destiny, and the Blade had this Thought in his Head perhaps, that desired the Prayers of the Congregation, when he was upon the very Point of Matrimony. His Friends gave him no Answer it seems, which put him upon Reasoning the Matter with them. Why Gentlemen, (says he) if there had been but a Snick-up in the Case, you'd have cried the Lord Bless ye Sir; and there's more Danger in Marrying I hope, than there is in Sneezing.  

The MORAL.  
The Parson was much in the Right sure, that like the hangman, asked all People Forgiveness that he was to Marry, before he did Execution upon them.   

REFLECTION.  
MANY a Man runs a greater Risque in a Wise, than the World is ware of. The Whimsical Freak of this Young Bantering Spark, would have made no Ill Ingredient into a Wise and a Sober Man's Litany; and though it looks like a Jest, there is somewhat in't yet that may be worth a thinking Man's Earnest. But there will need no more than the Experience of those that have tried the Circumstances of this Blessed State, to Recommend the Morality of the Allusion, to the Thought of others, that are not yet entered into the Matrimonial Noose.    

FAB. CCCCXXVII. A Woman trusted with a Secret.  
THere was a Good Woman (in the Days when Good Women were in Fashion) that valued herself Wonderfully upon the Faculty of Retention, or (for the sake of Good Manners) upon the Admirable Gift she had in the Keeping of a Secret. The Toy took her Husband in the Head once, to make trial of her virtue that way; and so he told her One Morning upon Waking, in the greatest Confidence Imaginable, one of the Strangest Things perhaps that ever was heard of, which had that Night befallen him: But my Dear, says he, if you should Speak on't again, I'm utterly ruined; and Women are generally so Leaky, that in the whole Course of my Life, I have hardly met with any one of the Sex that could not hold her Breath longer than she should keep a Secret. Ah, my Life (says she) but your Woman I assure ye, is none of that Number? What? Betray my husband's Secrets, I'd die a Thousand Deaths first. No my Heart, if ever I do, may— Her Husband at that word, stopped her Mouth, for fear of some Bloody Imprecation, and so told her. Come Wife, says he, They that will Swear will lie, and so I'll rather tell you upon Honour. Look ye here what has befallen me; I have laid an Egg to Night; and so he took the Egg from his Backside, and bade her Feel on't; but if this should ever come to Light now, People would say that I was Hen-Trod, and the Disgrace of it would make me a Scandal to Mankind. This Secret lay Burning in the Breast of the Poor Woman, and kept her Waking, till she had daylight enough to Rise by; and then softly out of the Bed she steals, for fear of Waking her Husband, and so away posthaste to a Gossipping Neighbour of her Acquaintance; Hurries her out of her Bed; Charms and Swears her to Privacy; and then out comes the Secret, That her Husband had laid Two Eggs that very Night. This Confident had another Confident; and there 'twas Three Eggs. The next made it Four; and so it went on (increasing still,) from one Gossip to another, till by Six a Clock in the Afternoon they had made it Forty Eggs.  

The MORAL.  
Three may Keep Counsel, when Two are away.   

REFLECTION.  
There's no such way of Publishing or Proclaiming any thing, as by enjoining a Woman under the Seal of Confession to keep it Secret. They that are Curious to know Forbidden Secrets, are as Frank of Telling them again, and of Enlarging them: So that whoever shows me a very Inquisitive Body, I'll show him a Blab, and one that shall make a Privacy as public as a Proclamation. But if your Wife will have it so, and calls for a Categorical Answer, [Will ye tell me, or will ye not?] If you tell the Secret, 'tis odds but in Twelve Hours it shall be Town-Talk, and be made Thirteen times more then 'tis. If you Refuse to tell it, there's no enduring the Exclamations, for want of Trust and Confidence, and the Unaccountable Jealousies that fellow upon't. For there are a sort of People that never consider the many separate Privacies of Trust and Honour, that a Husband cannot honestly Communicate to a Wife, nor a Wife to a Husband: That is to say, where there's a Third Party or Matter concerned, apart from any thing in the Question that is Conjugal betwixt them.  
He that can doubt of the Reason and the Necessity of this Guard and Caution, must be much a Stranger to the History of the Great Rebellion under Charles the First of Blessed Memory; when so many State-Intrigues passed through the Hands of Women, who are without Dispute the best of Spies, and the most proper Instruments for Discovery and Intelligence: Especially if they be Women of Address, Wit, and Beauty; for the very Sex has certain Privileges upon the Point of a Cavalier-Gallantry and Good Breeding, to cover them from the strictnesses of Search and Examination that other Agents are commonly Subjected to.  
Now to Reconcile a seeming Contradiction here, in making Women at the same time to be both Fit and Unfit to be Trusted; this Fable does not strike so much at the Futility of Women in General, as at the Incontinent Levity of a Prying Inquisitive Humour; and it falls-in over and above, by way of a Short and Pertinent Digression, to show that State-Matters are Morally Excepted out of the Articles of Marriage.    

FAB. CCCCXXVIII. A Woman and Thrushes.  
IN the Days of Yore, when Men and their Wives agreed like Dog and Cat in a House together, the Good Man had been a Shooting it seems, and brought his Dame Home a Dozen of blackbirds with him. Come, Sweet Heart, says he, Prithee let's have these blackbirds to Supper. Blackbirds? says she, the Lord Bless us, why certainly the Man's a Changeling. Come, come, you shall have your Thrushes for Supper then. Well, says he, but I tell you again, I'll have these Blackbirds to Supper. That's well, quoth the Woman; and I tell you Again and Again, that you shall have these Thrushes for Supper. Prithee my Dear, says the Man, If I say they are Blackbirds, let 'em be Blackbirds: I'll allow you to think they may be Thrushes, but don't Contradict me. Prithee my Dear, says she, if I have a Fool to my Husband, is my Husband's Wife bound to be a Fool for Company? Hussy, don't Provoke me, says the Man, but let the Blackbirds be dressed, and do as I bid ye; Obey your Husband you'd best. Lifelikins, says she, I know no more Reason I have to Obey my Husband, than my Husband has to Obey me; and Sirrah in the Teeth of ye, since y'are Hussying of me; no other Woman would have the Patience to be abused thus. From these Family-Words they fell to Blows, and there was the Wig in one Corner, and the headgear in another, upon the Question whether they were Blackbirds or Thrushes. When the Bickering was over, they went very comfortably to Bed together, and so rubbed on in a kind of Caterwauling Life, till just that Day Twelve Month: And then came the History of the Blackbirds and the Thrushes upon the Carpet again. Ah ye Beast you, says the Woman, how did you Beat your Poor Wife Sirrah, this day Twelve Month about those damned Thrushes. Blackbirds ye jade, says the One; Thrushes ye Rogue, says t'other: And so in One word, they played the same Farce over again; insomuch, that for the time they lived together, the Woman had an Anniversary Beating, as duly as the Day of the Month came about every Year after.  

The MORAL.  
— Coelum licet & Mare Terris Confundas, Homo sum.— What must be must be.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Folly next to Madness for Women to be Trying Masteries with their Husbands; to say nothing of the Scandal they bring upon themselves and their Families, by such a Forfeiture of Honour, Discretion, Modesty and Good Manners. Nay, and 'tis well too, if from some Men, and upon some Provocations, they scape the Discipline of a good Drubbing into the Bargain.  
There are Divers Important doctrines couched under this Fable; First, the Insuperable Obstinacy of a Violent Woman. Secondly, The Scandal of the Example, as well as the Folly of the Competition. Thirdly, The Natural Issue of the Controversy, where the Weakest must expect to go to the Wall. The World, Heaven be Thanked, does not want instances to illustrate this Figure. So that there will be less need of Amplifying upon it. We are not here upon the Philosophy of the Freak, but upon the Shameful Lewdness of the Practice. Sirrah, (says a Woman to a Friend of mine, that took her off from Beating her Husband,) I'm a Wor'stershire Woman, and I won't be abused. Juvenal's Homo sum, says all in Two Words. When the Devil of this Passion is raised, there's no Abiding the Storm, and there's no Laying on't. One such woman's Tongue (says the Poet) is beyond all the Pans and Kettles in the Country, to bring the Moon out of an Eclipse. Keep up the Dialogue, and she Kills you; let it fall, and you Kill her. This was the very Case of a Certain Divine that Chid a Woman for striking and Reviling her Husband. She left her Husband immediately, and fell upon the Jacket of the Parson, who stood Gaping at her a full Hour and a Half together, without one word of Reply. The Passion put her at last into Fits, and the first Word she said upon coming to herself again, was no more than this, Ah Sir, says she, Ever while you live Answer a Woman.  
To come now to the doctrine that's wrapped up in the Example. 'Tis Scandalous with a Respect to the Ordinances both of God and Man; 'tis a high Offence to Common Decency, in regard of the Sex, the Duty, and the Relation: And then 'tis most abominably Indiscreet, because if the Man be not a Coxcomb, the Woman is sure to be Worsted; and if he be one, 'tis as good as a Noverint Universi, that there's a Fool and a Shrew well met. The Word yokefellow, goes a great way with a Thrush-Woman. And so does the Text, that says, They shall be both One Flesh. From whence she infers an Equality at least, if not a Right of Dominion; for the Rib ought to have some Preference above the Clay.  
This is not to be taken for a General Character of Women, but for a Reproof only of some Eager-Spirited Gypsies of the Sex; and for the Honour also of those Angelical Perfections, which render them both the Joy and the Blessing of Mankind, when they live Suitably in all Points to the Intent of their Creation.    

FAB. CCCCXXIX. Two Soldiers go Halves.  
THe Humour took Two Country Fellows in the Head to turn Soldiers, and so away they went to try the Chance of War, upon an Agreement to go Halves in the Adventure. The One fell Sick upon the way; tother went forward to the Army, where he got himself both money and Credit. At his Return a while after, he found his Friend upon the Mending hand, and told him how and how, which he was extremely Glad to hear, because of the Snip that he himself Expected upon the Dividend. As they were Talking of this and that by the By; he took his time to put in a hint about Sharing the Booty according to their Agreement. That's all the Reason in the World says t'other; but then there are other things to be Divided too, which I han't told you of, and when we come to Reckon, we had even as good make one work on't, and count all together. This, says t'other to himself, must be something of Plate, Jewels or Precious Plunder; and so he came Bluntly to the Question, what it was that his comrade had gotten besides? Why look ye, says the Soldier, (showing him his Naked Body) Here are Bruises, Wounds, Maims and Scars, that are to be Divided as well as the Mony. Nay, says the other, you may even keep all y'ave got to your own use then; for I'll have no Dividing upon those Terms.  

The MORAL.  
Partners must go Half-Profit, Half-Loss, 'tis no Bargain else.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Wisdom not to give more for a Thing then 'tis Worth; and in Common Equity, Partners should take the Good and the Bad one with another, or let both alone. People should not enter Hand over Head into Partnerships or Adventures, either in War or in Bus●…ness; they should consider that the Blows and the Scars are to be Divided, as well as the Pistoles and the Ducats, and the Loss as well as the Profit. The Two Parties are as good as Man and Wife, where the Bargain is for Better for Worse. Nay, there's Brawling as well as Kissing in the very State of Matrimony itself; and when People come to be used to Both at Once, let them set one against the other, and then put the Gain in their Eyes. If Life be a Journey, Men must expect Foul way as well as Fair, and content themselves to Travel in All wethers, and through All Difficulties; which is no more than the same Mixture that we meet with in All our undertake: Wherefore let no Man Brag of his Bargain, till he has cast up his Account, and set the Scars against the Booty.    

FAB. CCCCXXX. A Lion and a Man.  
AMong other good Counsels that an Old experienced Lion gave to his whelp, this was One; that he should never Contend with a Man; for says he, if ever you do, you'll be Worsted. The Little Lion gave his Father the Hearing, and kept the Advice in his Thought, but it never went near his Heart. When he came to be grown up afterward, and in the Flower of his Strength and Vigour, About and About he Ranges to look for a Man to Grapple with: In his Ramble he chances to Spy a yoke of Oxen; so up to 'em he goes presently; Hark ye Friends, says he, are you MEN? They told him No; but their Master was a Man. Upon leaving the Oxen, he went to a Horse, that he saw Bridled, and tied to a Tree, and asked him the same Question; No, says the Horse, I am no Man myself, but he that Bridled and Saddled me, and tied me up here, He's a Man. He goes after this, to one that was Cleaving of Blocks. D'ye hear, says the Lion, You seem to be a Man. And a Man I am, says the Fellow. That's well, quoth the Lion, and dare you Fight with Me? Yes, says the Man, I dare Fight with ye: why I can Tear all these Blocks to Pieces ye see. Put your Feet now into this Gap, where you see an Iron Thing there, and try what you can do. The Lion presently put his Claws into the Gaping of the Wood, and with One Lusty Pluck, made it give way, and out drops the Wedge, the Wood immediately Closing upon't; and there was the Lion caught by the Toes. The Woodman presently upon this, Raises the Country, and the Lion finding what a straight he was in, gave one Hearty Twitch, and got his Feet out of the Trap, but left his Claws Behind him. So away he goes back to his Father, all Lame and Bloody, with this Confession in his Mouth; Alas, my Dear Father, says he, This had never been, if I had followed your Advice.  

The MORAL.  
Disobedience to Parents is against the Laws of Nature and of Nations; Common justice, Prudence and Good Manners; and the Vengeance of Heaven, Sooner or Later, Treads upon the Heels on't.   

REFLECTION.  
People are not to Reason upon Obedience to Parents, and Submission to Governors, provided there be nothing in the Command, or in the Imposition that is simply Evil. Reason in Man, does abundantly supply the Defect of other Faculties wherein we are Inferior to Beasts; and what we cannot compass by Force, we bring about by Stratagem. The Intent of this Fable, is to set forth the Excellency of Man above all Creatures upon the Earth; and to show that he is Lord and Ruler over all the rest; their Teeth, Claws, Stings, and other means of Offence, notwithstanding. The Young Lion himself is charged by his Sire not to Contend with him; so that consequently no Creature of less Force is upon any Terms to Encounter him. Not but that there are some special Instances to the contrary, in Exception to the General Rule. The Moralist makes the Event to confirm the Reason, and to support the Authority of the lion's Council. It may pass likewise in some sort, for a Punishment of Disobedience to a Parent; but there's the Voice of Providence and Wisdom in't, as well as the Voice of a Father; which is intimated in showing us, that the yoke of Oxen, and the Horse that stood Bridled and saddled, had a Man still to their Master.    

FAB. CCCCXXXI. A Hare and a Sparrow.  
A Sparrow happened to take a Bush just as an Eagle made a Stoop at a Hare, and when she had got her in the Foot, Poor Wat cried out for Help. Well, (says the Sparrow) and why don't ye Run for't now? I thought your Footmanship would have saved ye. In this very Moment comes a Hawk, and whips away the Sparrow; which gave the Dying Hare this Consolation in her last Distress, that she saw her Insolent Enemy overtaken with a just Vengeance, and that the Hardhearted Creature that had no Pity for Another, could obtain none for herself neither, when she stood most in need on't.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis with Men, and Governments, as it is with Birds and Beasts. The Weaker are a Prey to the Stronger, and so one under another, through the whole Scale of the Creation. We ought therefore to have a Fellow-feeling of one another's Afflictions; for no Body knows whose Turn may be next.   

REFLECTION.  
here'S a Just judgement upon Ill-Nature, wherefore let no Man make Sport with the Miserable, that is in danger to be Miserable Himself, as Every Man may be; and in Truth every Man deserves so to be, that has no Tenderness for his Neighbour. It is a High Degree of Inhumanity not to have a Fellow feeling of the Misfortune of my Brother; but to take Pleasure in my neighbour's Misery, and to make Merry with it, is not only a Brutal, but a Diabolical Barbarity and Folly.    

FAB. CCCCXXXII. A Fox and a Cock.  
A Hungry Fox that had got a Cock in his Eye, and could not tell how to come at him; cast himself at his Length upon the Ground, and there he lay winking and pinking as if he had Sore Eyes. Ah, (says he to the Cock) I have gotten a Thorn here, with Creeping through a Hedge t'other Day; 'twould be the greatest Charity in the world, if you would but help me out with it. Why truly, says the Cock, I am no Ocul●…st, and if I should go to Help One Eye, and put Out tother with my Spur, we should have but an Untoward Busness on't; but if you are not in very great Hast, I can fly Home in a Trice, and bring ye One that shall certainly Cure ye. The Fox finding 'twas all but Banter: Well, says he) 'tis not Great Matter then; for the more Physicians, the more Danger, they say.  

The MORAL.  
Shuffling and Fencing, is in many Cases both Allowable and Necessary: Especially where Craft is to be encountered with Craft.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S no Trusting to a Known Hypocrite and an Enemy Both in One, and therefore the Cock was too Crafty for the Fox here, and kept himself upon his Guard. There is this Mischief in False Dealing, that it forces People to be Hard natured and Suspicious in their own Defence; for Credulity is Mortal. Not but that many Men are imposed upon to their Ruin by a Mistaken Charity and Compassion. It is a Nice Point however, for a Man to take upon him to Assign the Many and Various Cases that occur upon this Topick, and so as to allot them their Just and Proper Limits, with such a Regard to Good Nature and Discretion, as neither to be Wanting to ourselves, nor to Others: But yet the Possible Danger of Relieving a Miserable Person, for fear he should be a Counterfeit, will not Excuse a Man from doing Acts of Humanity, notwithstanding that Pretence. But there is a Double hazard in't, for we may Miscarry either by too Little Caution, One way, or by too Much Presumption the other. Now the Smelling out of a Trick, and the Defeating of it, does not come so Home, as Repaying of it in kind; for the Contempt in the manner of doing it, gives a kind of Sting to the Disappointment. But the Fox however has the Grace of other Bantering Buffoo●…s: That is to say, he is never to be put out of Countenance; and when he finds himself pinched, he shifts it off with a Droll.    

FAB. CCCCXXXIII. Joy and Sorrow are near akin.  
THere passed a great many Bitter words once upon a time betwixt joy and Sorrow; insomuch that they moved the Court upon it by Consent, and made a Chancery Cause on't. Upon a Fair and a Full Hearing, the Judge found some colour of Equity on Both Sides, and would fain have made 'em Friends again. You should consider, says he, how near y'are akin, and what a Scandal, 'tis to have these Heats and Squabbles among Relations: But all this went in at One Ear, and out at tother: So that when he saw there was no Good to be done, he passed this Sentence upon them, that since they would not go Hand in Hand Amicably of Themselves, they should be linked together in a Chain; and Each of them in his Turn should be perpetually Treading upon the Heel of the Other; and not a Pin Matter then which went Foremost.  

The MORAL.  
No Man is to Presume in Prosperity, or to Despair in Adversity; for Good and Ill Fortune do as naturally succeed one another, as Day and Night.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is the lot of Mankind to be Happy and Miserable by Turns. The Wisdom of Nature will have it so; and it is exceedingly for our Advantage that so it should be. There's nothing Pure under the Heavens, and the Rule holds in the Chances of Life, as well as in the Elements: Beside, that such an Abstracted Simplicity, (if any such thing there were,) would be neither Nourishing to us, nor Profitable. By the Mediation of this Mixture, we have the Comfort of Hope to support us in our Distresses, and the Apprehensions of a Change, to keep a Check upon us in the very Huff of our Greatness and Glory: So that by this Vicissitude of Good and Evil, we are kept steady in our Philosophy, and in our Religion. The One Minds us of God's Omnipotence and justice; the Other of his Goodness and Mercy: The One tells us, that there's No Trusting to our own Strength; the Other Preaches Faith and Resignation in the Prospect of an overruling Providence that takes Care of us. What is it but Sickness that gives us a Taste of Health? Bondage the relish of Liberty? And what but the Experience of Want that Enhances the Value of Plenty? That which we call Ease is only an Indolency or a Freedom from Pain; and there's no such thing as Felicity or Misery, but by the Comparison. 'Tis very true that Hopes and Fears are the Snares of Life in some Respects; but then they are the Relief of it in others. Now for fear of the worst however on either hand, every Man has it in his own Power by the Force of Natural Reason, to Master the Temptation of falling either into Presumption or Despair.    

FAB. CCCCXXXIV. The Owl and the Sun.  
THere was a Pinking Owl once upon a very Bright and a Glorious Morning, that sat Sputtering at the Sun; and asked him what he meant to stand Staring her in the Eyes at that Rate. Well, says the Sun, but if your Eyes will not bear the Light, what's your Quarrel to my Beams that Shed it? Do you think it a Reasonable Thing that the whole world should be deprived of the Greatest Blessing in Nature, to Gratify the Folly, the Arrogance and the Infirmity of One Sot?  

The MORAL.  
There is nothing so Excellent, or so Faultless, but Envy and Detraction will find somewhat to say against it.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is no more in the Power of Calumny and Envy to Blast the Dignity of a Wise and of an Honest Man, than it was in the Power of the Blear-eyed Owl here, to cast a Scandal upon the Glory and Greatness of the Sun. The Principles of Good and Evil are as Firm, as the Foundations of the Earth, and never had any Man Living the Face yet to make an Open Profession of Wickedness in its own Name. Not but that Men of Vicious Lives and Conversations, have found out ways of Imposing their Corruptions and Infirmities upon the World for Virtues, under false Semblances and Colours. But there's no Man all this while, that sets up for a Knave or a Coxcomb in Direct Terms. Now the Mystery of the Cheat lies in the Artificial Disguising of One thing for Another, and in making Evil pass for Good, and Good for Evil: As every Virtue has its Bordering Vice, and every Vice its Bordering Virtue. So that the Pretence is Fair still, let the Practice be never so Foul, and Men will be trying to bring down the Rule to the Error, where they cannot Reconcile the Error to the Rule. When People have once Inverted the Measures of Moral Equity, and Natural Reason, and brought the Question of Right or Wrong, so far as in them lies, to a False Standard, there follows in course, an Envious Malevolence upon the Opposition. As for Example; A Fool Naturally Hates a Philosopher: A Debauchee does as Naturally Hate a Man of good Government, and Moderation. A Man of Conscience and Religion is as much an eyesore to a Profligate Atheist: And a Mercenary Knight of the Post has just as much Kindness for a Man of Probity and Virtue. To Conclude the Moral, There are of these Owls in Palaces and Assemblies, as well as in Barns and Groves; but a Man of Honour and Integrity Shines on, like the Sun in the Firmament, unconcerned, and continues his Course.    

FAB. CCCCXXXV. Jupiter and a Farmer.  
Jupiter had a Farm a long time upon his hand, for want of a Tenant to come up to his Price, till a Bold Fellow at last was content to Take it, upon Condition that he Himself might have the Ordering of the Air and the Seasons, as he thought fit. So Jupiter Covenanted with him, that it should be Hot or Cold, Wet or Dry, Calm or Windy, as the Tenant should Direct. In conclusion, this Man had effectually a Climate of his own, that his very next Neighbours felt nothing of: And it was well they did not; for when they had a Plentiful Harvest and Vintage, the Farmer himself had hardly any Corn or Grass upon his Ground. He took other Measures the Year following, which (as it fell out) proved the more Unkindly of the Two. He held on however, till he was upon the very Point of Breaking; and when it came to that once, he was e'en glad to Petition Jupiter to Release him of his Bargain; for he was now convinced, that Providence knows Better what is good for us, than we know what is good for ourselves.  

The MORAL.  
We should do well to make it One Petition in our Litany, that in many Cases Heaven would be so Gracious to us, as not to hear our Prayers; for we are otherwise in Danger to be Undone by our own Wishes.   

REFLECTION.  
WHAT work would Malevolents and malcontents make in the World, if they might but have the Governing of it; and if Heaven were not more Merciful to us, then to grant us our own Wishes? Wherefore there must be no Prescribing of Rules to the Divine Wisdom. What a Confusion would it bring upon Mankind, if all those People that are Unsatisfied with the Motions, Revolutions and Influences of the celestial Orbs; the Course of the Seasons, and the Providential Distribution of Heats and Colds, Rain, Frosts and sunshine, might be allowed to take the Government into their own Hands? There needs nothing more to Convince us of the Vanity, the Malice and the Folly of these Intermedlers with the Works and Orders of an overruling Power; and yet we must be making Articles and Conditions forsooth, in Matters where we have neither Authority nor Skill: And where, in spite of our Hearts, we must Submit, as in Duty and Reverence we are Obliged to Resign, and to Obey.    

FAB. CCCCXXXVI. A Wolf turns Religious.  
A Wolf that was past Labour, had the Wit in his Old Age, yet to make the best of a bad Game: He borrows a Habit, and so about he goes Begging a Charity from Door to Door under the Disguise of a Pilgrim: And for aught we know, this may be one of the Pilgrims that were to have Landed at Melford Haven, in the Year 1677/8. One of his Relations that had the Fortune to Meet him in this Holy Garb and Pretence, took him up Roundly, for stooping so much below the Dignity of his Family and Profession. Why what would you have me do? says the Pilgrim Wolf. My Teeth and my Heels are gone, so that I can neither Run, nor Worry, and I must either Cant, and turn Religious, or Starve.  

The MORAL.  
When People can live no longer by Downright Rapine and villainy, for want of Strength, Means or Ability to go on at the Old Rate, 'tis a common thing for 'em to Drive on the Old Trade still under a Semblance of Religion and Virtue: So that Impotency goes a great way toward the Conversion of an Old Sinner.   

REFLECTION.  
A Proselyte-Wolf is a very Saint yet to a Proselyte-Christian, that makes his Belly his God, and Renounces his Faith for Bread. Now over and above the Lively Image of the Practice of the World in this Wonderful Conversion, 'tis Pleasant enough to consider how Gravely the New-Convert is taken up by one of his Fellow Wolves, for bringing such a Disgrace upon his Character and Function, as to submit to the Picking up of a livelihood in that Strolling way of Canting and Begging; which in the Moral, gives us to Understand, that the Hypocrite is the Fouler and the base Beast of the Two. The doctrine of this Fable, if the Matter were well examined, would more or less run through the whole Race of Mankind; for Repentance and a New Life, is naturally the Discourse and Retreat of Old Sinners, when they find they can Live by barefaced Wickedness no longer: What a Hideous Roll would it make, if the Names of all the People that are Pointed at under this Emblem of the Pilgrim-Wolf were written in their Foreheads!    

FAB. CCCCXXXVII. The Ass' Skin.  
A Miserable Ass that was ready to sink under Blows and Burdens, called upon Death to Deliver him from that Intolerable Oppression. Death was within Hearing it seems, and took him at his word; but told him withal for his Comfort, that whereas other Creatures end their Misfortunes and their Lives together, You must not expect that it will be so with you; for (says Death,) they'll make Drums of your Skin, when your carcase shall be Carrion, and never leave Drubbing of ye so long as one Piece will hold to another.  

The MORAL.  
Some People are Miserable beyond the Relief even of Death itself: That is to say, there are Men that lead Restless Lives in this World, under a Dreadful Apprehension at the same time, of being more Wretched in the next.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Moral does not lie so square, as to bear any great weight upon't. 'Tis true, that our Fame and Memory shall outlive our Bodies; and that in that Sense a Man may be said to be Miserable after his Death; even in a Pagan way of Understanding it, as well as with a Regard to the Immortality of the Soul in a Christian Application. It holds forth to us the Pertinacy of Ill Fortune, in Pursuing some People into their very Graves: But they that are born to a Fatality of Endless Misfortunes, must submit to go thorough with them.    

FAB. CCCCXXXVIII. A Fool and a Hot Iron.  
A Smith threw down a Horse-Shoe in his Shop that was but just come out of the Fire: A Fool took it up; it burned his Fingers, and he cast it down again. Why ye Blockhead you says the Workman, could not you have tried whether 'twas Hot or no before you Meddled with it? How try? says the Fool. Why a Hot Iron would have hissed if you had but Spit upon't. The Fool carried this Philosophy away with him, and took an Occasion afterward to Spit in his Porridge, to try if they'd Hiss. They did not Hiss it seems, and so he Guttled 'em up, and Scalt his chaps. Well, says one that was by, and could not you have stayed till they were Cold? Why I thought they had been Cold, says the Fool. You might have known they were Hot says t'other by their smoking. The Fool carried this in his Mind too; and going a while after to a springhead to quench his Thirst, he fancied that the Fountain smoked too; and there he stayed till he was almost choked, for fear of Burning his chaps once again.  

The MORAL.  
This very Innocent may serve to Teach Wise Men Caution, that they Examine Matters before they pass a judgement upon them; for otherwise we live at a kind of Hap Hazzard, and without any Insight into Causes and Effects.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Great Folly not to Distinguish betwixt things extremely Differing in their Qualities and Nature; 'tis no wonder to find one Simplicity of this Kind followed with more; for Weak Men will be still applying the last Rule to the next Case, for want of Reasoning and Connecting upon the whole. 'Tis an Odd Thing now, that a Mountebank should get Reputation by the same Error that makes an Idiot yet more Ridiculous; that is to say, by Prescribing the same Remedy to all Diseases. There was just such another Innocent as this, in my father's Family: He did the Course Work in the kitchen, and was bid at his first Coming to take off the Range, and let down the cinders before he went to Bed. The Poor Silly Wretch laid Hands of the Irons, when they were next to Red Hot yet, and they stuck to his Fingers, A Vengeance on ye, says he, YE are as Warm as Wool; and so shook 'em off again. Now this Innocent, I dare Answer for him, had never read Camerarius, so that he did not Burn his Fingers by that Copy.    

FAB. CCCCXXXIX. A Cock and Horses.  
A Cock was got into a Stable, and there was he Nestling in the Straw among the Horses; and still as the Fit took 'em, they'd be Stamping and Flinging, and laying about 'em with their Heels. So the Cock very gravely admonished them; Pray my Good Friends, let us have a Care, says he, that we don't Tread upon One Another.  

The MORAL.  
Unequal Conversations are Dangerous and Inconvenient to the Weaker Side in many Respects, whether it be in Regard of Quality, Fortune, or the like; where the weight of the One, sinks the Other: And no matter whether we Embark out of Vanity or Folly; for 'tis hazardous both ways.   

REFLECTION.  
So says many a Vain Fool in the World, as this Cock does in the Like Case, and Exposes himself to Scorn, as well as Destruction. 'Tis a necessary Point of Wisdom for People to sort themselves with fit Company, and to make a Right judgement of their Conversation. I do not mean in the matter of Morals only, where Vicious and Ill Habits are Contagious; but there should a Regard be had to the very Size, Quality and Degree of the Men that we Frequent: For where the Disproportion is very great, a Man may be ruined without Malice, and crushed to Pieces by the Weight even of One that has a Kindness for him. Now where we Misjudge the Matter, a Miscarriage draws Pity after it, but when we are Transported by Pride and Vanity into so Dangerous an Af●…, our Ruin lies at our own Door.    

FAB. CCCCXL. A gardener and a Mole.  
A gardener took a Mole in his Grounds, and the Question was, whether he should put her to Death or no. The Mole Pleaded that she was one of his Family, and digged his Garden for Nothing: Nay, she Insisted upon't, what Pity 'twas to Destroy a Creature that had so smooth a Skin, and Twenty other Little Pretences. Come, come, says the gardener, I am not to be fooled with a Parcel of Fair words: You have Nothing for Digging 'tis True; but pray who set you at work? Is it for my Service d'ye think, to have my Plants and my Herbs torn up by the Roots? And what's your business at last, but by doing all you can for the filling of your own Belly, to leave me nothing to Eat?   

FAB. CCCCXLI. A Man and a weasel.  
THere was a weasel taken in a Trapp, and whether she should die or not, was the Point: The Master of the House charged her with heavy misdemeanours, and the Poor vermin stood much upon her Innocence and Merit. Why says she, I keep your House clear of Mice. Well, says the Man, but you do't for your Own sake, not for Mine. What work would they make in the Pantry and the Larder, (says she) if it were not for me? And in the mean time (says the Master of the House) You yourself devour the same things that they would have Eaten, Mice and All: But you would fain shame it upon me, that you do me a Service, when in Truth you do me an Injury; and therefore you deserve a double Death; First, For the Fault itself, and then for the Justification of it.  

The Moral of the Two Fables above.  
'Tis according to the Course of those Kind Offices in the World, which we call Friendship, to do one another Good for our Own Sakes.   

REFLECTION.  
there'S nothing Commoner in this World then the Case of the Mole here and the weasel: That is to say, the Case of People that Value themselves mightily upon Merit; when in the mean time they do only their own business. What Virtue is it for me to do another Man good by Chance; or where's the Obligation of doing it for my own Profit? 'Tis the Will of a Man that qualifies the Action. A Body may do me Good, and yet Deserve to be punished for't. He may save my Life for the purpose, with an Intention to take it away. There is however some Regard to be had to the very Instrument that Providence makes use of for our Advantage. But this is out of a Respect to the Providence, not to the Man: And we are not yet come up to the Force of the Fable neither; for many People have the Confidence to Plead Merit, when Effectually they do us Mischief.    

FAB. CCCCXLII. A Woman, Cat and Mice.  
A Good Woman that was willing to keep her Cheeses from the Mice, thought to Mend the Matter by getting her a Cat. Now Puss answered the woman's Intent and Expectation, in keeping the Mice from Nibbling the Cheeses; but she herself at the same time devoured the Mice, Cheese and all.  

The MORAL.  
This has been our Case within the Memory of Man: There were a matter of Half a Dozen Little Roguy Political Mice lay Nibbling at our Liberties and Properties, and all people's Mouths opened for the Providing of some 500 Cats to Destroy them. The End on't was this, they killed the vermin; but then they Gobbled up privileges and All: And was not the World well Amended?   

REFLECTION.  
THE Present State of Things is best, unless we may be very well assured that the Danger of the Remedy is not Greater than that of the Disease: Nay it so falls out many times, that a Thing may be Good for the Distemper, and yet Mortal to the Patient: Wherefore Men should never Trouble their Heads about Innovations for slight Matters, without a strict Calculation, upon the Profit or Loss of the Exchange. The Fancy of the Cat and Mice, Points very naturally at the Case of Monarchy and Episcopacy in the Days of King Charles the First. There were Grievances of all sorts complained of, and Popular Disputes raised about Prerogative and Arbitrary Power, in the pretended Favour of Liberty and Property. Every thing was amiss they cried, and nothing would serve the Turn but a General Reformation; and what was the Issue at last, but the Cat that should have killed the Mice, Eat up, as the Fable says, Mice, Cheese and All.    

FAB. CCCCXLIII. A Man in Tears for the Loss of his Wife.  
NEver had any Man such a Loss in a Woman certainly as I have had! cries a widower in the Flush of his Extravagancies for a Dead Wife: Never so dear a Creature! Never so Miserable a Wretch! And so he runs Raving on, how he should Abhor the Sex itself now she is gone. As he was in the Transport of his Lamentations, and about half through the Farce, he started all on a sudden, and called out to the Woman about the Body, (who it seems, had gotten the best Piece of linen in the House for a Winding Sheet;) Pray, says he, will you take another Cloth for the Present, and let this be laid by for my next Wife, if it should be the Lords will to have me Bury another. This set the Company a Laughing, for all their Sorrow, to see the Good Man so soon brought to his Wits again.  

The MORAL.  
Funeral Tears are but Matter of Form; and it is a Distinguishing Mark of Hypocrisy, to take upon us to be Kind as well as to be Righteous, beyond Measure. But Time and Nature will bolt out the Truth of Things, through all Disguises.   

REFLECTION.  
IT is Morally Impossible for an Hypocrite to keep himself long upon his Guard; for the Force is Unnatural, and the least Slip or surprise, either of Word, Look, or Action, Discovers the Cheat. 'Twas well enough put to a Fellow under the same Circumstances, by a Friend of his, when he saw nothing else would Comfort him: Come, says he, after all this Roaring and Tearing, what Boot at last betwixt my Warm Wife, and thy Cold one? Which may serve for a Notable Moral of Consolation in some Cases; Witness the Gentleman that tried both Fortunes in one and the same Woman. His Wife was given over, and himself waiting in the next Room, with the Rage and Impatience of a madman, for fear of Ill News; when at last, in comes one of the Nurses to him with the Dismal tidings, that my Poor Lady was Dead, and had been now Stone Cold for at least a Quarter of an Hour. My Dear Wife Dead? says he. Nay we'll never part sure; and so with a Thousand frantic Exclamations, he strips immediately, and to Bed to her he goes, takes her into his Arms, and there Treats her with all the Tender Passionate Things that a Well-acted Love and desperation could put into his Mouth: Winding up all in fine, with this Resolution, that he would never forsake her, but they must Live and die together. Let this Instance serve for a Caution to People how they Play with Edge Tools; for this Fooling brought the Woman to Life 〈◊〉, and turned the Jest into Earnest. Nay, the Man Himself took it for a Warning too; for from that time to the Hour of her Death, which was near Seven Year after, he never came betwixt a pair of Sheets with her. But to conclude all in a Word; happy is the Man, (considering the hazards of Conjugal Disagreements, Ungracious Children, None at all, or the Loss of them, and Twenty other common Circumstances,) that in a married State, has the good Fortune to make a Saving Game on't.    

FAB. CCCCXLIV. A Rich Man that would be no Richer.  
THere was a Huge Rich Man, that could neither Eat nor Sleep for fear of Losing his money: The whole Entertainment of his Life was Vision and phantom; thiefs, Earthquakes, Inundations; nothing in short came amiss to him, that was Possible, Dangerous, and Terrible. In this Torment of a Restless Imagination, he called a beggar to him, told him his Case; and now says he I must send you presently of an Errand to Fortune. Go your ways to her immediately, (you'll find her in Japan,) and desire her from me, that for the future she'll never Trouble herself further upon any account of mine; for I am absolutely resolved never to touch Penny of her money more. Be gone this very Moment, and I'll give you a Hundred Crowns for your Pains. Why truly Sir, says the Poor Fellow, 'tis a great way; but yet (after a little Humming and Hawing upon't,) he agreed to undertake the job. Do so then, says the Rich Chuff, and you shall have your Ninety Crowns down upon the Nail. The poor Creature stuck a while upon the other Ten that he promised; but at last came to his Price, and for Ninety he was to go. Well then, says the Miserable Churl, A Bargain's a Bargain, and Fourscore Crowns you shall certainly have. At this Rate he went Chaffering on, till by Bating Ten and Ten still upon every New Demand, the Man was even fain to Content himself with Ten Crowns at last for the whole Journey. And so away he goes to Fortune; finds her out, and delivers his Errand: And says he, since that Rich Man will have no more, pray be so good as to give Me that am ready to Starve, what you would otherwise have given to a Man that does not want it. No, says Fortune, as for his Part, I am resolved to Plague him with thrice as much more as he has already, in spite of his very Teeth; and then for your part, I'll even keep ye in a Starving Condition as I found ye, to the last Minute of your Life, and make good the Old Saying to ye; That he that's Born under a threepenny planet, shall never be worth a Groat. 'Tis true, y'ave gotten Ten Crowns in Hand, and you should never have had that neither, if I had not been Fast Asleep when they were delivered ye.  

The MORAL.  
Not One Man of a Thousand knows his own Mind. Some Men shall be Rich in spite of their Teeth. And then on the Other Hand, All the Carking and Caring in the World, shall not keep a Man above Water.   

REFLECTION.  
The Covetous Man is never well (as we say) either Full or Fasting: Avarice has a great deal in't of the Dog-Appetite. It is Greedy, Ravenous and Insatiable; Raving Mad after what it has not, and Sick of what it has; for it Digests nothing, and the very Success of the Wickedness, is the Plague on't. Nay, and the Two Extremes of Want and Abundance are so near a kin too, that the Misery of both these Opposite States, taketh its Rise in a great Measure from the same Root. Only Men are solicitous in the One Case how to Get, that which they are as solicitous in the other Case how to Keep; and the Pain of the Disappointment, whether in Missing or in Losing, is much the same. For what's the Difference betwixt having Nothing at all Originally, and after such or such an Acquisition, having Nothing at all Left? 'Tis but Nothing against Nothing both ways: And the Case has much in it of what we find in an extreme Drought, or a Nauseous Surfeit. Men are ready to choke for want of Drink, and when they have overcharged themselves with more than Nature will bear, they are ready to die on that Hand too, till they have it up again. Now to carry on the Allusion, here's a Covetous Man Deliberating betwixt the Qualms of a Wambling Stomach, and an Unsettled Mind. Here is he Defying Fortune and all her Works; he'll have no more to do with her, he says, and so he Talks and does on at the rate of Almost Half a Christian. But he does not yet know his own Mind it seems, for while he is Renouncing the World and the Devil on the One Hand, he strikes a League with them on the other, and in the same Breath practices what he pretends to Disclaim, and cousins the Labourer of his Hire. We are not therefore to value ourselves upon the Merit of Ejaculatory Repentances, that take us by Fits and Starts, and look liker Confessions upon the Torture, then Acts of Piety and Conscience. 'Tis not for a Desultory Thought, to atone for a Lewd Course of Life; nor for any thing but the Super-inducing of a Virtuous Habit upon a Vicious One, to qualify an Effectual Conversion. We are to Distinguish betwixt this Miser's being Weary of the Anxious Condition he was in, and his Repenting the Iniquity of his Oppression and Extortion: But Fortune will have him Richer and Richer still, in spite of his Heart: That is to say, for his Greater Condemnation and Punishment. And the last Touch is to show us, in the Churlishness of Fortune, what a Poor Honest Man has to Trust to in this World.    

FAB. CCCCXLV. An Eagle sets up for a Beauty.  
IT was once put to the Question among the Birds, which of the whole Tribe or sort of 'em was the Greatest Beauty. The Eagle gave her Voice for herself, and carried it. Yes, says a Peacock in a soft Voice by the by, You are a great Beauty indeed; but it lies in your Beak, and in your Talons, that make it Death to Dispute it.  

The MORAL.  
The Veneration that is paid to Great and Powerful Men, is but from the Teeth outward, not from the Heart; and more out of Fear then Love.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Beauty in the Fable, Extends in the Moral to all the Advantages in Human Nature that One Man can pretend to have over Another: Let it be matter of Honour, Title, Justice, Good Faith, Conscience, etc. for the Longer Sword can do no Wrong; and rather than fail, the Laws of God and Man shall take up Arms against themselves in defence of the most Extravagant of Conquests. Religion is a kind of a Two Edged-Sword in the Hands of a Man of Might, that Cuts both ways alike; and it is either Right or Wrong, or Wrong or Right, as Occasion serves. Take it by One Light, 'tis an Angel; by Another, 'tis a Devil: And so 'tis Pro & Con at the same time. The whole World and the business of it is managed by Flattery and Paradox; the one sets up False Gods, and the other Maintains them. Power in short, is Beauty, Wit, Courage, and all Good Things in One, where Slaves and Parasites are Judges.    

FAB. CCCCXLVI. An Image exposed to Sale.  
A Certain Carver, that had a Mercury lay a great while upon his Hands, bethought himself at last of Billing it about in coffeehouses, that at such a place there was a God to be Sold, a Merry pennyworth, and such a Deity as would make any Man Rich that Bought him. Well (says One) And why d'ye Sell him then? For he will make you Rich, if you Keep him, as well as he will make me Rich if I Buy him. You say very Right says t'other; but 'tis Ready money that I want, and the Purchaser will have only an Estate in Reversion.  

The MORAL.  
Ready money goes as far in Religion as in Trade: People are willing to Keep what they Have, and to get what they Can, without Launching out into Lives, and Uncertainties. They are well enough Content to deal in the Sale of Reversions, but they do not much care for Buying them.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Old Saying, A Bird in the Hand is worth Two in the Bush, holds with most People in Religious Matters, as well as in Civil. A Sum of money down upon the Nail, goes further with them, than Heaven itself in the Reversion. Where we are in the Dark, we are but too apt to be Doubtful, and to reckon upon it in the common Acceptation of Flesh and Blood, as the Parting with a Certainty for an Uncertainty. Now the Moral of this Fable must be Understood to Tax the Vanity and Error of the Common Practice and Opinion of the World in this Matter. The Fiction methinks has somewhat in't of the French Libertines Conceit to a Severe Religious upon the Point of Mortification: Father (says he) What's the Meaning of all these Austerities of Hard Living, Hair Shirts, Watching, fast, and I know not what? Oh Brother (says the Holy Man) 'tis all for Paradise. Well (says the Licentious Droll again) but what if there should be no Paradise at last, are not you finely brought to Bed then? The Mockery of this Fable is somewhat akin to the Freak of this Story, and by no means to be allowed of but in Reprehension of so Irreverend a Freedom.    

FAB. CCCCXLVII. Demetrius and Menander.  
WHen Demetrius Phalaraeus (a Tyrant and an Usurper,) took Possession of Athens, how was he Beset and pursued with the Huzza's and Acclamations of the People! Nay, and the Leading Men of the City too, with Joy in their Looks, and Gall in their Hearts, striving who should be Foremost in the Solemnity, to cry Vive Demetrius, and Kiss the Hand that enslaved them. After them followed the Men of Ease, Luxury and Pleasure, for fear of being thought Wanting in point of Affection and Respect. Maenander the Famous Comical Poet was one of the Number, but in so lose a Garb and Dress, and with so Unmanly a kind of March and Motion, that Demetrius had his Eye upon him presently, and called Aloud to know how such an Effeminate Sot durst presume to Appear in his Presence. Somebody gave the Tyrant immediately a Whisper, and told him, Sir says he, This is the Poet Maenander that you yourself have been pleased to own so Great an Admiration and Esteem for. Demetrius' recollects himself, and changes his Humour in the very instant; calls Maenander to him, and Treats him with all the Instances imaginable of a singular Liking and Respect.  

The MORAL.  
This Fable sets forth the Slavish Humour and Practice of the World, upon all Violent Changes, let them be never so Impious and Unjust: And it shows us again, that no tyrant's Heart can be so hardened, but it may be softened, and wrought upon by the Force of Wit and Good Letters.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS no Wonder, where there's Power on the One Side, to find Flattery and Slavery on the Other: Nor is there any Inference to be drawn from the Outward Pomp of Popular Addresses and Applause, to an Inward Congruity of Affections in the Heart: For Blessings and curse come out of the same Mouth. These Noisy Acclamations are rather made of Mode and Ceremony, then of Zeal and good Will; and the Huzza's of the Rabble are the same to a Bear that they are to a Prince, and signify no more to the One, than they do to the Other. The tyrant's Reproof here of Maenander for his mien and Garb, and his Recollection then, upon being better informed, are First, to the Honour of his Character, in being so Generous as upon so solemn an Occasion, to own his Mistake: And Secondly, Instructive to us, that we are not to Judge of the Man by his Outside.    

FAB. CCCCXLVIII. A Consultation about Securing a Town.  
THere was a Council of mechanics called to Advise about the Fortifying of a City; A Bricklayer was for Walling it with Stone; a Carpenter was of Opinion, that Timber would be worth Forty on't: And after them, up starts a Currier, Gentlemen, says he, when y'ave said all that can be said, there's nothing in the World like Leather.  

The MORAL.  
Charity gins at Home, they say, and 'tis every Man's business in the First Place to look to his own mother's Child.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE was a Debate set afoot, but the Board came to no Resolution we see; and it could not be expected they should, where the Advisers were Every Man Interessed for himself, and consequently both Parties and Judges. This is the Fate and the Issue of all mixed Councils, where the Members that are entrusted with the Protection, the Care, and the Treasure of the public, lie under the Temptation of Voting Honourable Charges to themselves, and putting money in their own Pockets. These Men in some Cases are called Pensioners, in others Patriots; and in some again Committee Men, according to the Humour of the Age they Live in. Now where a Sharper is allowed both to Shuffle and Cut, the Devil's in him if he does not deal himself a Good Game. The Disposers of other people's Fortunes seldom forget themselves; and all this is no more than the Common Liberty that every Cook has of Licking his own Fingers.    

FAB. CCCCXLIX. A Hedge destroyed for Bearing no Fruit.  
A Foolish Heir that was now come to the Possession of a Wise Man's Estate, caused all the Bushes and Hedges about his Vineyard to be grubbed up, because they brought him no Grapes. The Throwing down of this Hedge, laid his Ground open to Man and Beast, and all his Plants were presently destroyed. My Simple Young Master came now to be convinced of his Folly, in taking away the Guard that preserved his Vines, and in expecting Grapes from Brambles.  

The MORAL.  
There needs as much Care and Industry to the Preserving of things, as there does to the Acquiring of them, and the Centinel is as necessary to the common Safety, as he that Fights the Battle.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Parable of the Hedge and the Vineyard may be aptly enough expounded of the Laws that secure a Civil Community. So long as the Enclosure is kept up, and maintained, the Peace and the Order of the public is Provided for; but if it be suffered by neglect, either to fall to Decay, or to be overborn by Violence, and all laid in common, the Beasts of the forest break into't, and of a Vineyard it becomes a Wilderness. This Fable marks out to us also the double Folly of those that First Disappoint the Intent, Use and Benefit of Things, for want of Understanding the Reason of them. And Secondly, ground all this upon as gross a Mistake of 'em: For what's his Quarrel to the Hedge, but that his Thorns and his Brambles did not bring forth Raisins rather then Haws and Blackberries?    

FAB. CCCCL. A Bull and a Gnat.  
A Gnat that had Planted himself upon the Horn of a Bull, very Civilly begged the Bull's Pardon for his Importunity; but rather than Incommode ye, says he, I'll Remove. Oh never Trouble your Head for that, says the Bull; for 'tis all One to me whether you go or stay. I never felt ye when you sat down, and I shall take as Little Notice of ye when you Rise.  

The MORAL.  
The Vanity of this Fly, strikes at a Humour that we meet with every Day in the World, in a Hundred Trifling, Nonsensical People, that will be still making Themselves more Considerable than they are.   

REFLECTION.  
There are a Thousand Frivolous and Impertinent Pretensions of Civility that are struck at in this Fable; and they well deserve to be Corrected; for it is certainly one of the most Nauseous, Mawmish Mortifications under the Sun, for a Man of Sense and business to have to do with a Punctual, Finical Fop, that's too too Mannerly, and does every thing forsooth by Rule and Compass: Especially where his Quality, Relation, or Authority Entitles him to a Respect.    

FAB. CCCCLI. Rats that Eat Copper.  
A Merchant that had gotten a Friend of his to lay up a considerable Quantity of Copper for him, comes afterward to have Occasion for't, and so desires he may have his Copper again. Alas, says his Friend, my House is so pestered with Rats, that they have gotten to your Copper, and Eat it all up. The First Rats of that Diet, says the Merchant, that ever I heard of. O Good Sir, says the Man, 'tis a common thing with 'em here in this Island. So away goes the Merchant, and the next Morning comes his Friend to him, wring his Hands, and Exclaiming, Oh what should he do! The Kidnappers had stolen away his only Child. Bless me, says the Master, this minds me of a Raven I saw Yesterday Steeple-high, just over your House with a Child in's Foot: My Life for't, that was your Child. No, no, says t'other, a Raven Fly away with a Child! that's Impossible. Pardon me, says the Merchant, 'tis a common thing where Rats Eat Copper, for Ravens to Fly away with Children. The Man found himself Beaten at his own Play, and so Compounded with the Merchant to give him Satisfaction for his Copper, upon condition that he might have his Child again; for he had smelled it out by this time that the Merchant himself was the Kidnapper.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Dextrous Turn of Address, to Bafflle One Banter with Another; and the Nearer the Resemblance of the Humour, the Hit is so much the Better.   

REFLECTION.  
ONE Nail must be driven out with Another. Bantering is only an old way of Fooling, under a new Name; but the licence of the Age has perhaps given it more Credit in the World, in this Nation and Conjuncture then ever it had. It is a turn of Wit next to 'Slight of Hand; and the Play of jest or Earnest is as arrant a jugglers Trick, as little Hocus' Fast or lose. It is a stroke of Wit Pleasant and Agreeable enough, if it be kept within the Bounds of Sobriety, candour and Respect: But when it comes to Lash out once at a venture, into matters Holy as well as profane; when it comes once I say to be Intemperate, ill-natured, Scoptical, Scandalous and Bitter, 'tis a way of Conversation for a Merry-Andrew or a Buffoon, rather than for a Man of Honour, or of Common Sense. It is not one jot better than Boys Play, when they cry, I made 'em Believe so; and that's the very Point at last that they drive at. The Rats have Eat your Copper, says the Trustee here to the Merchant. What was there more in this, then to try whether the Merchant was a Fool or not, and so to cozen him if he had found him one? Nay, and to make him a Fool upon Record too by his own Confession, both in one. Now if he had but put a Dammee to the Truth on't, according to the Modish Humour of the Times, some Soft-headed, Conscientious Fop might have swallowed it perhaps; but the Merchant very Dextrously turned the Conceit upon him, and saved his Copper and his Credit both at once.    

FAB. CCCCLII. A Woman revived with Beating.  
THere was an Untoward Perverse Piece of woman's Flesh that fell now and then under the Discipline of a little Family Correction; and she had got a trick of throwing herself down upon her Back, holding her Breath, and there lying at her Length for Stone-Dead. Her Husband it seems had been wont to these gambols, and so in a Grave Serious way, as she lay in a Fit once, calls for a Knife. Come, says he, when the Beast is Dead, we must even make the best of his Skin, and so he fell to work, and began to flay her at the Heel. The Woman did not like that way of Fooling, but started up, and came to herself immediately.  

The MORAL.  
This in the Fable, is One of those Cases wherein People that are to be Believed in Nothing else, aught to be taken at their Words. My Heart's too Big to bear this, (says a Blustering Fellow,) By the Lord, I'll Destroy myself. Sir, says the Gentleman, here's a Dagger at your Service; and so the Humour went off.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's Fooling against Fooling, and one Counterfeit answered with another. The Woman would needs persuade the Good Man that she was Dead; and the Husband in Requital, gives her to understand, that she must be flayed then; which was the only way the Poor Man had of making the best of a Bad Game. 'Twas a shame both ways, and so they Compounded the Quarrel upon't; and the Good Woman never died after this, till she came to die for Good and all. There are some Peevish Cases that will bear no other way of Conviction.    

FAB. CCCCLIII. Two Friends and Fortune.  
THere goes a Story of Two Familiar Friends that were often together, and had a great many Words upon the Subject of that which we call Fortune. They were both well enough to pass, but of very Differing Humours; the one a Man of Project and bustle in the World, the other altogether for Ease and Quiet. The one had a Roving, Rambling Head; the other was a Man of Privacy and Reserve. The one in Fine, was for making his Court to Fortune; the other for Lying by, till Fortune should make her Court to Him. (According to the Freak of the rest of the Sex.) Come, come, says the Ranger, we shall never make any thing on't at this rate of Living; here's neither Honour nor money to be got by staying where we are, and for my own part, I'm even for a Pilgrimage to the Temple of Fortune. Ay, but where's that? says 'tother. Why says the Rambler, we must even beat it out the best we can. Pray'e, says his Companion, Advise well with your Pillow before you Embark in this Adventure. You are going you know not whither, to find out you know not what, or whom: A phantom, that slips out of your Arms in the very Grasping at it; a common Prostitute to Fools and Footmen. You must be a Knave to be a Favourite, and abandon all the Substantial Comforts of Humane Nature for a Jilt, and a Shadow. In one word, if you'll needs be wand'ring, Pray'e, when we meet next, remember what I told ye: And in the mean time, I'll even lie down in Peace, and keep myself just as I am, and where I am; and if ever you live to come back again, do but look for me where you left me, and there, if I'm Alive, you shall be sure to Find me.  
Upon these Terms they parted, and away Posts the Cavalier in Quest of his new Mistress. His First Jaunt is to Court, where he inquires for Madam fortune's Lodgings: But she shifted so often, they told him, that there was no certainty of Finding her. He never failed to make One at the Princes Levee and couch, where he heard over and over, how she had been at this Place and at that Place, but never could get sight of her. They told him indeed, that at such or such a Time, he might be sure of her at this Minions, or at that Buffoons Apartment; but she was still so Busy, and so Private, that there was no coming to the Speech of her. In fine, when he had Hunted and waited like a Dog, Early and Late, I know not how long, one told him for a certain, that she had newly taken Wing, and was gone a Progress to a Temple she had in Terra Australis Incognita. Upon this, he takes his leave of the Court, and away immediately to Sea, where he meets with pirates, Rocks and Shelves, and in short, so many Dreadful Encounters; as made him cast many a heavy Look and Thought upon the Quiet Cottage and Companion that he had left behind him: But he goes pressing forward still for all this, till in the conclusion, he was fobbed again with another Story: That Fortune 'tis true, had been there; but she was called away by an Express, not above Two Minutes before, to the Nor'ward. These fantastical Amusements and Miscarriages, brought him by little and little to his Wits again, and to a contempt of all the vain Promises and Pretences of Avarice and Ambition. With these Thoughts about him, he makes all the hast he can back again, to his poor Blessed Home; where he finds his old Friend and Acquaintance, without any Cares in his Head, Fast Asleep; and that very Fortune that had led him this Wild-Goose Chase over the whole World, waiting like a Spaniel at the Door, and Begging to be let in.  

The MORAL.  
It is with Fortune as it is with other Fantastical Mistresses; she makes sport with those that are ready to die for her, and throws herself at the Feet of others that Despise her.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS Great virtue and Happiness for a Man to set his Heart wholly upon that Lot and Station which Providence has Assigned him, and to Content himself with what he has, without wandering after Imaginary Satisfactions in what he has not. Fancy and Curiosity have no Bounds. Their Motto may be [SOMEWHAT ELSE.] And how should it be otherwise with People that are never pleased with the Present? They want they know not what, and they look for't they know not where. We have had so many Occasions already to handle this Moral, that it would be Time lost to say any more upon't in this Place.    

FAB. CCCCLIV. A Boy that would not Learn his Book.  
THere was a Stomachful Boy put to School, and the whole World could not bring him to Pronounce the First Letter of his Alphabet. Open your Mouth says the Master, and cry [A.] The Boy Gapes, without so much as offering at the Vowel. When the Master could do no good upon him, his schoolfellows took him to Task among Themselves. Why 'tis not so hard a Thing methinks, says one of 'em to cry [A:] No, says the Boy, 'tis not so hard neither; but if I should cry [A] once, they'd make me cry [B] too, and I'll never do that, I'm resolved.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Contending with Obstinacy and Ill Nature; especially were there's a Perverseness of Affection that goes along with it.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Spaniards will have it, that Apes can speak if they would, but they are afraid they shall be put to Work then. The Boys Reason here, and the Apes are much at one; and 'tis the case of Counterfeit Cripples too, that pretend they cannot do this or that, when in truth, they are Lazy, and have no mind to be put to't. The same Humour Governs in a World of Cases, where a Pretext of Disability is made use of, either out of Crossness or Sloth. This Restiff Stubbornness is never to be excused, under any Pretence whatsoever; but where the thing to be done is that which we are Bound in Honour and in Duty to do, there's no Enduring of it. As in Cases of Law, Conscience, Church-Ceremonies, Civil or Natural Obedience to Princes, Parents, Husbands, Masters, etc. If I should do This, you'd make me do That, they cry; which is only a short Resolution that puts all the Functions and Offices of Order and Authority to a stand. He that says I cannot do this or that, where the Thing is Lawfully imposed and required, and not Simply Evil, might e'en as well have said I will not do't; for the Exception is not to the Thing Commanded, but to the Commanding Power. If I yield in one Point, says the Boy, they'll expect I should yield in more. Grant One Prerogative, and grant All, says the Republican. But than says the Sovereign on the Other Hand; Part with the Prerogative, and part with All: So that the Contest is not matter of Scruple, but who shall be Uppermost. In One Word, Stubborn Boys, and Stubborn Subjects, where they will not Comply upon Fair Means, must be whipped into their Duties.    

FAB. CCCCLV. Hercules and Pluto.  
WHen Hercules was taken up to Heaven for his Glorious Actions, he made his Reverence in Course to all the Gods, till he came to Pluto, upon whom he turned his Back with Indignation and Contempt. Jupiter asked him what he meant by that disrespect? Why, says Hercules, that Son of Fortune Corrupts the whole World with money, Encourages all manner of Wickedness, and is a common Enemy to all Good Men.  

The MORAL.  
This is only to show the Opposition betwixt a Narrow, Sordid, avaricious Humour, and the public Spirited Generosity of a Man of Honour, Industry, and Virtue.   

REFLECTION.  
MONEY has its Use 'tis true; but generally speaking, the Benefit does not Countervail the Cares that go along with it, and the hazards of the Temptation to Abuse it. It is the Patron, and the Price of all Wickedness: It Blinds all Eyes, and stops all Ears, from the Prince to the very beggar. It Corrupts Faith and Justice; and in one Word, 'tis the very picklock, that opens the way into all Cabinets and Councils. It Debauches Children against their Parents; it makes Subjects Rebel against their Governors; it turns Lawyers and Divines into Advocates for Sacrilege and Sedition; and it Transports the very Professors of the Gospel into a Spirit of Contradiction and Defiance, to the Practices and Precepts of our Lord and Master. It is no wonder now that Hercules should so Contemptuously turn his Back upon Pluto, or the God of money; when the One's business is to Propagate and Encourage those Monsters, which the other came into the World to Quell and to Subdue.    

FAB. CCCCLVI. A Lion, Boar and Uultures.  
THere happened a Desperate Quarrel betwixt a Lion and a Boar; they Fought upon't, and the Vultures came hover over the Combatants to make a Prey of him that should be left upon the Spot: But it so fell out, that there was no Death in the Case, and the Vultures were not a little Troubled at the Disappointment.  

The MORAL.  
When Fools Fall Out, it shall go Hard but Knaves will be the Better for't.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are several sorts of Men in the World that live upon the Sins and the Misfortunes of other People. This Fable may be moralised in almost all the Controversies of Humane Life whether public or Private. Plaintiff and Defendant finds business for the Lawyers: Questions of Religion for the Divines: Disputes about privileges and Liberties, Cut out Work for the Soldiers. A General Peace, in fine, would be a General Disappointment; for the wrangling of some, is the Livelihood of others; and wherever there are like to be carcases, there will never fail to be Vultures.    

FAB. CCCCLVII. A Man that would never Hear Ill News.  
ONe came to a Country Grazier, and asked him if he should tell him a piece of News. Is't Good or Bad? (says he.) Nay, says t'other, 'tis not very Good. Pray, says the Grazier keep it to yourself then; and so he went his way. The Grazier was telling the next day, that the Wolves had killed one of his Bullocks: That's like enough says the same Man; for I saw him wandering from the Herd, and I was afraid on't. I would you had told me this in time, says the Grazier. Why I came I know not how far Yesterday a-purpose to tell you the Story, and you would not hear on't.  

The MORAL.  
The Man is too Delicate to be Happy, that makes it in his Bargain not to hear any thing that may give him a Present Trouble.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS way of Consulting a body's Ease, makes a Man accessary to his own Ruin. There's an Attempt designed for the purpose, upon the Person of a Man; and he shuts his Ears against any Intelligence, or Notice of it, till the Dagger is at his Heart. He that will not hear the worst of things Betimes, must expect afterward to feel the Effect of the Bad News that he would not Hear. First, he loses the Means of Preventing Mischiefs, by not suffering himself to be informed whereabouts the Danger lies. Secondly, He lives in a continual Dread of all Accidents that may befall him in general, though of Nothing in particular, and leaves himself no Place for the Exercise of Prudence and Precaution. This sort of People Jog on in the World, (for I cannot call it Living) without any Thought for to Morrow. Talk to them of Poverty, Persecutions, Torments, Slavery, Sickness, nay of Death itself at a Distance, they'll put it off to the last Moment, and venture the Surprisal, when it comes indeed, rather than abide but so much as the Hearing on't Beforehand.    

FAB. CCCCLVIII. A Miser and Rotten-Apples.  
THere was a Stingy Narrow-hearted Fellow, that had a Great deal of Choice Fruit in his Ground, but had not the Heart to touch any of it till it began to be Rotten. This Man's Son would every foot and anon be taking some of his Companions into the Orchard with him. Look ye says he, that's an Excellent Apple, and here's a Delicate sort of Plums, Gather and Eat what you will of these, provided you done't Meddle with any of the Rotten Ones: For my Father (you must know) keeps them for his own Eating.  

The MORAL.  
This is to set forth the Wicked and the Scandalous Wretchedness of Avarice, that rather than make use of the Bounties of Providence in their Seasons, suffers them to lie by and Perish.   

REFLECTION.  
HOW Miserable are those Cormudgeons that spend their Lives in Carking and Pinching themselves for things they have not the Heart to make use of! And in this Humour of Griping (which they call Saving) fall foul upon the very extreme of Profusion another way. They either Lose or Spoil every thing by Keeping it, till 'tis fit only to be thrown away; and that's their way of Spending it. Their money lies as close in their Coffers, as ever it did in the Mine whence it was drawn. They'●… rather venture the whole Stock, then be at one Peny Charge for the Saving of the rest. They pervert the very Intent, as well as they destroy the Bounties of Providence: Nay, they Envy the common Enjoyment of those Blessings that were intended for the Relief, Comfort and Satisfaction of Mankind.    

FAB. CCCCLIX. The Devil refused to Marry.  
A Certain Devil had the hap to live for some time in a State of Wedlock, with a Spiteful, Vexatious Gipsy, that in truth was too hard for him. She died at last of the Pip, and the Breath was no sooner out of her Body, but he fell to blessing the Stars for his Deliverance; and so bound himself by a Desperate Vow, that he would never Marry again. It fell out some time after, that a Poor Man was possessed with this very Devil, and that when an Exorcist had tried all the ways of Charm, Prayer and Menace, to Remove him, and found him Proof against all manner of Exorcisms, he bawled it out, once for all, Either come forth, or Marry. The Devil immediately cried out for Mercy, I go Father, says he; Any Hell but that of a Second Wife.  

The MORAL.  
Take this Droll by the Right Handle, and it gives to understand, that some Women may as well Fright the Devil out of a Man, as others Conjure him up into one.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable is only a High-Flown Hyperbole upon the Miseries of Marriage, under the judgement of a Wayward, a Jealous, and a Brawling Wife: And the Moral of it is Directed to all the Poor Husbands, that are condemned to that purgatory.    

FAB. CCCCLX. A Country man and Jupiter.  
A Poor Plain Fellow was so dazzled and Transported with the Pomp, the splendour, the Plenty, State and Luxury that Great Men live in, that it was the First Petition of his Daily Litany to Jupiter, to make him a Lord. Jupiter found he could not be Quiet for him, and bad Mercury carry him Two Curious Baskets, with Honour and money in them. They were both covered, the one with Purple, the other with Gold, and Mercury was ordered to let the Man Open and Examine them as strictly as he pleased, but to bid him have a care not to meddle with them Rashly, for fear of the worst. The countryman was so charmed with the Present at First Sight, that he took it away with him by Content, without ask any Questions. But when he came afterward to consider at leisure the Cares, Anxieties, Fears, Doubts, and all manner of Troubles and Diseases that were Inseparably to go along with his Bags and Dignities; he found himself much more Uneasy now then he was before; and that he had sacrificed the Peace of his very Soul, to the Vanity of his Eye and Appetite.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis not for a Wise Man to set his Heart upon Gay and Glittering Appearances. The Devil himself Baits all his Hooks with Pomp, Lusts and Pleasures; and the very Glory of the Outside, makes the Contents the more Suspicious for't.   

REFLECTION.  
A Man may bear the want of Honours and Riches, before he has 'em, much better than the Loss of them when he has obtained them. And they are in short, the Plagues of an Inconsiderate Life. He that wishes them for the Common Good, and applies them when he has them, to that Generous End, makes a Right Use of the Divine Providence and Bounty: but he that seeks them for his own sake, and Converts them wholly to his own Profit, Defrauds the public. As if a Man should apply an Estate that was made over to him in Trust, to the wrong Uses.    

FAB. CCCCLXI. A Bee that went over to the Drones.  
TO what End (says a Bee) should I toil and moil myself out of my Life for a Poor Subsistence, when the Drones that do nothing at all, Live in as much Plenty every jot as I do? Upon this Thought, the Bee resolved after their Example to work no longer. The Master it seems called her to Account for't; the Bee took Pett upon't, and without any more to do, went over to the Drones Party, where she passed the Summer easily enough, and to her Satisfaction. But upon the winter's coming on, when the Drones were all dispersed into their several Holes, the Bee would fain have gone Home again; but the Cells of the Combs were all closed, so that there was no Entrance, and the Poor Bee starved to Death betwixt Cold and Hunger.  

The MORAL.  
It is all the reason in the World, that every Man in what Station soever, should Work in some sort or other for his Living. Nature herself is always at Work; and a Prince has no more Prerogative to be Idle, than a Beggar.   

REFLECTION.  
Action is a Reasonable Duty, how variously soever it may be Exercised, whether in the Functions of Power, or in the Offices of Subjection. A Reasonable Soul can no more stand still, than the Sun can stop its course. This Fable branches out into several Morals: First, It serves for a Reproof of Sloth. Secondly, In the Bees being Corrupted by the Practice of the Drones, it shows us the Danger and the Force of Ill Example; especially where there's Ease and Sensuality to strengthen the Temptation, which must needs be wonderfully Powerful, where the very Emblem of Industry on the one hand, comes to be wrought upon by the Emblem of Laziness on the other. Thirdly, It leads us to a Consideration of the End of an Unactive and an Unprofitable Life. The Bees Summer-Friends Forsake her; those of her own Family shut the Doors against her; and so she's abandoned to the Wide World, as an Object of Detestation and Scorn.    

FAB. CCCCLXII. A Crow and a Raven.  
THe Ancients tell us, that the Crow was once Minerva's Favourite, and the Raven Apollo's; but the One of them was found to be so full of Tongue, so Over-officious and Inquisitive; and the Other so Desperately given to croaking and Foreboding upon Evil things to come, that they fell both into Disgrace for't.  

The MORAL.  
Great▪ Talkers, meddlers, and Busy-Bodies, are the very Pest of Human Society.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE is no Peace to be expected, either in a Government, or in a Family, where Tale-bearers, and the Spreaders of Ill and of False News, are encouraged. Now the Curiosity of Heark'ning after Privacies that do not concern us, and of Prying into Forbidden Secrets, does not arise so much from a Desire of knowing the Truth of Things simply for our own Satisfaction, as from an Itch of Screwing ourselves into other people's Matters, that we may be Prating of them again. And then the Tale is very seldom or never without Calumny and Detraction at the End on't.    

FAB. CCCCLXIII. The Bitch's Bed maker.  
YOu must needs make this bitch's Bed immediately, says the Master of the House to his Maid, for she's just ready to lie down. It was not done it seems, and the Man was very Angry with the Wench for not doing as she was bid. Alas, says the Poor Girl, I'd have made her Bed with all my Heart, if I could but have told which way she'd lie with her Head, and which with her Backside.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Pleasing those that cannot Please themselves.   

REFLECTION.  
A Steady Mind will admit Steady Methods and Councils; but there's no Measure to be taken of a Changeable Humour. Tell me where I may find ye, and I shall know where to fit ye: But otherwise, 'tis with us in the Levity of our Manners, and of our Humours, as it was with Clark, the Famous Posture-Master, and his tailor. When the Workman took Measure of him, he was crump-shouldered, and the Right Side Higher than the Left; when he brought home his Suit, the Left was Higher than the Right; The Fellow was Mad at himself, and made him another Suit; and that would not do neither, for his Body was then as straight as an Arrow.    

FAB. CCCCLXIV. A Trusty Dog and his Master.  
THe Master of a Family that had, as he thought, a very good conditioned Dog; coming home from his business once, found a Cradle overturned; the Dog's Mouth all Bloody, and his only Child missing. He draws his Sword immediately and Kills the Dog, upon a Presumption that he had Worryed the Child, without any regard to his tried Fidelity, and without Allowing himself One Moment of Time for a Second Thought. Upon a further Enquiry, he found the Truth of the Matter to be this: The Child being left alone in the Cradle, there was a Serpent Winding itself up the Side on't, to Destroy the Child. The Dog leaps upon the Serpent, and Tears it to Pieces; but in the Scuffle, the Cradle happened to be overturned: Upon the taking up of the Cradle, the Master found the Child Alive under it, and the Serpent Dead, which, upon reflection, convinced him of the Miserable Temerity of his Mistake.  

The MORAL.  
The Repentance of a whole Life, is not sufficient to Atone for the Miscarriage of One Rash Action.   

REFLECTION.  
Anger without Consideration, is little better than a downright Madness; it makes us take Benefits for Injuries; it Confounds Truth and falsehood; and we have but too many Instances of Outrages committed on the Persons of the best of our Friends, upon a False persuasion of their being our Mortal Enemies. Charity bids us Hope and Believe the Best of Things. Prudence bids us Examine the Truth of Things: Religion and Common Equity Preach to us upon the Text of Do as you would be done by. So that it is Uncharitable, Unreasonable, Unchristian, and Inhuman, to pass a Peremptory Sentence of Condemnation upon a tried Friend, where there's any Room left for a more Favourable judgement.    

FAB. CCCCLXV. A Fool and a Sieve.  
AN Innocent found a Sieve, and presently fell to Stopping the Holes, which he called Mending it. When he had been Puzzling a good while about it, he threwed away in a Rage: I shall never make any thing on't, says he, for I don't know which I am to Stop, and which to leave Open.  

The MORAL.  
It fares with the Pragmatical sort of State-Menders, much as it did with this Sieve-Mender: They do not like things as they are, neither do they Understand how they should be. But they are for Change however at a Venture; and when they have once put Matters out of Order, there's no setting them to Rights again.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are none so Forward as Fools to mend Things that are Well already; though they find upon Experiment that they Make and they Leave every thing Worse than they found it. They are at first for Stopping of Holes, and when that won't do, they are for Making of 'em again. We have abundance of Fools in the Moral to answer this Fool in the Fable; that is to say, People that take upon them to Correct what they do not Understand; and that when they have embroiled the public, leave the Main Chance to Fortune, to Shuffle the Cards Anew, and Play the Game over again. This is the Fate on't, when Pedants will be meddling with politics, and butchers setting up for the Reformers of Providence.    

FAB. CCCCLXVI. A figtree and a Thorn.  
A figtree and a Thorn were valuing themselves once upon the Advantage that the One had over the other. Well, says the Thorn, what would you give for such Flowers as These? Very Good, says the figtree, and what would you give for such Fruit as This? Why, says the other, 'twould be against Nature for a Thorn to bring forth Figs. Well (says another's again,) and 'twould be against Nature too, for a figtree to bring forth Flowers: Beside that, I have Fruit you see, that is much Better.  

The MORAL.  
Every Creature has a Share in the Common Blessings of Providence; and it is a Virtue as well as a Duty fo●… Every Creature to r●…st well satisfied with its Proportion in those Comforts; but when we come once to Boast of ourselves, and to Derog●…te from others, 'tis no longer a Virtue 〈◊〉 ●… Vanity; and especially when we Mistake the Value of things, and prefer the Advantages of Beauty, before those of Use and Service.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS not Every Man that can distinguish betwixt the Excellencies of Beauty and of Virtue: And how in Truth should they Distinguish, when Every Man that has Eyes in his Head, 〈◊〉 the One, and not One Man of ●…orty Understands the Other? Nay, the very Ostentation of the Thorn, is a Weakness, and I might have said a Vice 〈◊〉; for the Vanity Unhallows the very Virtue, especially where it is accompanied with Detraction.    

FAB. CCCCLXVII. A Wolf and a Fo●….  
A Wolf had the Fortune to pass by, as the Thief-Leaders were Dragging a Proper Goodly Fox to the Place of Execution. The Wolf took such a kindness for him, that he Resolved to Employ his Interest with the Lion to save his Life; but by the way, says he, what's the malefactor's Crime? So the Officers told him, that he had not only robbed several Hen-Roosts, but had the Impudence to Steal a Fat ●…oose, that was reserved for his Majesties own Table. Say ye so? says the Wolf; why then the Case is altered, quoth 〈◊〉; and so he left him to take his Fortune.  

The MORAL.  
Interest is the very Test and Standard of Good and Evil. If I may gain by doing a Thing, 'tis Honest; if it be against my 〈◊〉; 'tis consequently against my Conscience. This is the Pro & Con of Common Practice; and 'tis but Casting some Grains of Allowance into the Scale, to Paelliate the Fo●…lest Iniquity.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fable hits the Humour of the World to a Hair, and it holds from him that sits upon the Throne, to the poor Devil that has scarce a Tatter to his Breech. Men are easy to Pardon Offences committed against other People; but when they come to be touched once in their Own copyhold, the Lion's Fat-Goose Weighs down all the Cocks and Hens in the Country: And in that Case the Wolf leaves his Brother Fox at the Gallows. The Rogue has stolen a Prerogative Goose, says he, and the King will never Pardon him. This is according to Practice, how contrary soever to the true Measures of Generosity, Honour and Justice. That's the veriest Villain in Nature, cries one, for I'll tell ye how he used Me. As Worthy a Man, says another, as ever trod upon a Shoe of Leather; for really I have been much Beholden to him. In short, there is such an Affinity betwixt our Prudentials and our Appetites, that they are like Two Unison Strings, if you Touch the One, the Other Moves by Consent. There was a Certain Filacer (an Officer of the Common Pleas,) that in Oliver's Days was mightily concerned upon the Subject of the Government, and Dilating in a kind of Rhetorical Climax upon the Iniquity of the Times: Well (says he,) here's the best Church upon the face of the Earth destroyed; the Nobility and Gentry Trampled under Foot, and beggared; the Commonalty enslaved; the Laws overturned; the Constitution of Parliaments dissolved; a most Pious, Gracious King murdered: And now to Consummate the villainy, they say they are putting down the Filacers. When it comes once to the Filacers, it Touches to the Quick.    

FAB. CCCCLXVIII. A Rich Man and a Poor.  
AS a Poor Fellow was Beating the Hoof upon the highway, and Trudging on Merrily in a Bitter Cold Morning, with never a Rag to his tail: A Spark that was Warm Clad, and Well Mounted, (but his Teeth Chattering in his Head yet,) called to this tatterdemalion, and asked him how he was able to Endure this Terrible wether? Why says t'other, how does your Face endure it? My Face is used to't, says the Cavalier. And so is my Body says the other; so that I am all Face. And then (says the Poor Cur) there's another thing yet besides; I have all the clothes I have in the World upon my Back, and that's enough to keep me Warm: Do but you put on all yours too, and you shall be Warm as well as I.  

The MORAL.  
By Custom, Practice and Patience, all Difficulties and Hardships, whether of Body or of Fortune, are made easy to us. Mankind is all of a Make, and if we shrink in the Wetting, as we say, or in any Trial of Distress or Persecution, 'tis our own Fault; for we are Consulting our Skins, and our Affections, when we should rather be attending to the Motions of our Reason, which would give us better Council.   

REFLECTION.  
IF Men would but enure themselves to do those things by Choice, which 'tis Forty to One they shall be some time or other forced to do by Necessity, it would exceedingly Advance the Peace and Comfort of Human Life; for all those Miseries are only Visionary and Fantastical, so far as we Govern ourselves by Opinion rather than by Reason. Our Bodies are not Naturally more Tender than our Faces; but by being less exposed to the Air, they become less able to endure it. Exercise makes things easy to us, that would be otherwise very Hard; as in Labour, watch, Heats and Colds: And then there is something Analogous in the Exercise of the Mind, to that of the Body. 'Tis Folly and Infirmity that makes us Delicate and Froward. We are taught likewise in the Differing Tempers and Conditions of the Rich Man and the Poor here, that a Man may be Happy with a Little, and Miserable in Abundance.    

FAB. CCCCLXIX. A Wolf and a Hog.  
A Wolf that had lived many Years upon the Spoil, came at last to be Troubled in Conscience for the Spilling of so much Innocent Blood, and so took up a Christian Resolution to keep a long Lent for't; and not to Eat One Bit of Flesh for a whole twelvemonth: But Fasting it seems did not agree with his Constitution, for upon the sight of a Hog Wallowing in a Muddy Puddle, he ran presently to him, and asked him what he was? Why, says the Hog, I belong to a Neighbour here in the Village, and the Ancient Romans call me Porcus. In Good Time, says the Wolf; for I have read in Littleton's Dictionary, that Porcus is a Fish, that being Taken, Grunteth like a Hog; and so he made a Supper of the Hog, without breaking his Fast, and without any Offence to his Vow of Mortification.  

The MORAL.  
In a long Practice of Wickedness, now and then a Faint Vow or Promise of Amendment, goes for Nothing: And if a Body should have a Mind to break a Commandment under such an Obligation, it will be hard if he cannot bring himself off at last with some Salvo or Distinction, and be his own Confessor.   

REFLECTION.  
MEN that are Habitually Wicked, may now and then by Fits and Starts feel certain Motions of reflection that look toward Repentance; but those Dispositions are commonly short lived, and the same Meat shall be Fish or Flesh as it may best serve their Turn. We find this Fable moralised in our Daily Practice, not only among our False Converts, upon the Matter of Truth, Steadiness and Justice, but among Politicians, Lawyers and Divines, that shall make the most established Principles of Law, Prudence and Religion, Felons of themselves, and by the help of a little shame and Paradox, Blow Hot and Cold, with the Man and the satire, out of the same Mouth. This Wolf now was somewhat of the man's Humour that was charged by his Confessarius, for Eating Flesh in Lent: Father, says he, I have as Catholic a Faith as any Man in Christendom; but a most Confounded Heretical Stomach. So the Wolves Heart was Right all this while, and by turning Hog into Porcus, he kept his Fast in Latin still, though he broke it in English.    

FAB. CCCCLXX. A Farmer and his Servant.  
A Country Farmer missed an Ox out of his Grounds, and sent his Man abroad one Day to look after him. The Simpleton went Hunting up and down, till at last he found him in a Wood; but upon Three Birds coming cross him, away goes he Scampering after them. He stayed so long upon the Errand, that his Master wondered what was become of him; and so Abroad he goes to look for his Man; and there was he in a Field hard by, running as hard as he could drive, and Staring up into the Air. Well, says the Master, what News? Why Master, says the Tony, I have found them. Ay, but says the Farmer again, where are they? And what have ye found? Why look ye there they are, says the Fellow; I have found Three Birds here, and I'm trying if I can Catch'em.  

The MORAL.  
We have this Fool moralised abundantly to us in Common Practice. We leave the main End and business of Life Unregarded, to run after butterflies.   

REFLECTION.  
A Man cannot look into himself without an Application of this Fable to his own Soul and Conscience. He was much in the Right, that called Old Men, only Great Blockheaded Boys with Beards, that Entertain themselves with Bigger Play-things. There's an Ox lost, and this Coxcomb runs a Gadding after wildfowl. Is it not our very Case now, that when our Souls, Good-Names, Bodies and Fortunes are at Stake, we must be running out at Check, after every Crow, Buzzard, or Jack-daw that comes in the way, and leave the main Chance at last at Six and Seven? Nay, and here's this more in't too, that the Quarry would not be worth the taking up neither, if we could Catch it; beside, that it flies away still before us; and is never to be Overtaken,    

FAB. CCCCLXXI. A satire and Fire.  
THe Poets tell us, that Prometheus stole some of Jupiter's Fire, and brought it down to us from Heaven, and that was our Original of it. A satire was so Transported with the Glory and the splendour of this Spirit, that down on his Knees he falls, and would needs Kiss and Embrace it. Have a care of your Beard, says Prometheus; nay, and of your Chin too; for 'twill both sing and Burn ye. And why, says the satire, would you bring down so Glorious a Temptation then to Plague the World withal? Why, says Prometheus, there were no Living without it; only the Mischief lies in the Abuse. It Burns, 'tis true, but then consider the Heat and the Light that comes along with it, and you shall find it serves us to all manner of Profitable, Delightful and Necessary Purposes, provided only that we make a Right Use on't.  

The MORAL.  
There's not One Grain in the whole Composition of the Universe, either too Much, or too Little; Nothing to be Added, Nothing to be spared; nor so much as any One Particle of it that Mankind may not be either the Better or the Worse for, according as 'tis applied. The most Sovereign Antidotes have Poison in them; the most necessary Means of Life may be Corrupted, or Perverted, and rendered the most Destructive to us: As an Infected Air, for the purpose, a Raging Sea, or a Consuming Fire: But let this Air continue as God made it; the Waters be kept within their Bounds, and the Fire from breaking out into Conflagrations, and there's no Living without them under this Regulation.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Best things in the World may be misapplyed, and the greatest Blessings abused, may become the Occasion to us of the most Judicial Maledictions. What's more necessary for the common Comfort and Benefit of Mankind, than Understanding and Power; and nothing certainly is more Pernicious than those Illustrious Qualifications Perverted. We are not to Quarrel with the Heavens for Pestilential Influences, or Unkindly Seasons; nor with the Earth for poisonous Minerals and Exhalations; nor with the Water for Inundations, and Shipwrecks; nor with the Fire for Conflagrations. We must not take upon us to Dispute or to Correct the Wisdom of Providence, but sit down Contented and Thankful, and with this reflection upon the whole, that we are Indebted to the Divine Bounty for all the Good we Enjoy, and that for the Evil we Suffer, we may thank ourselves.    

FAB. CCCCLXXII. A Generous Lion.  
AS a Lion was Bestriding an Ox that he had newly plucked down, a Robber Passing by, cried out to him, Half-Shares. You should go your Snip says the Lion, if you were not so forward to be your own Carver. The Thief had but just turned his Back, when up comes an Innocent Traveller, that so soon as ever he saw the Lion, was going off again. The Lion bade him Fear Nothing, but take part of the Prey with him in Reward of his Modesty: Whereupon the Lion went immediately into the Woods to make way for the Traveller.  

The MORAL.  
If Great Men in the World would but follow the Example of the Lion in this Fable, Sharpers should not Ride in Triumph any longer, while Honest Men go out at the Elbows.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS is an Instance of a Great and a Laudable Example; but People are forwarder to Commend such precedents, then to Imitate them: for the Bold and Rich Thrive in the World, when the Poor and the Bashful go a Begging: But Virtue is never the less Venerable for being out of Fashion.    

FAB. CCCCLXXIII. A Brother and a Sister.  
THere was a Brother and a Sister that happened to look in a Glass both together: The Brother a very Lovely Youth, and the Sister as hard favoured as a Girl could well be. Look ye (says the Boy,) and have not I a very Good Face now? This the Lass took for a Reproach, as if hers were not so too. What does this Envious Tit, but away to her Father, with a Tale of her Brother, how Effeminately he behaved himself, and that a Petticoat would become him better than a Sword. The Good Man kissed them both, and Reconciled the Controversy. My Dear Children, says he, I lay my Command upon ye Both to look often in a Glass; You Son, to keep a Guard upon yourself, not to Dishonour the Advantages that Nature has given ye, with Ill Manners: And you Daughter, (says he) to Mind you of Supplying the Defects of an External and a Transitory Beauty, with the more substantial Ornaments of Piety and Virtue.  

The MORAL.  
There is not any Accident or Adventure in Nature, that does not yield Matter and Occasion for Good council: And the Excellency of that necessary Office lies in the Address of Managing it Pertinently, and without Reproach.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Vanity of the Youth here in the Fable, is doubly to Blame; First, he values himself upon a Trivial and an Uncertain Advantage. Secondly, 'Tis below the Dignity of the Sex, for a Man to Glory in, and to Usurp upon the proper Ornaments and Privileges of a Woman. The sister's Envy may be better reproved then reformed; for to say that a Woman is not handsome, is a Sin never to be Forgiven. The Father does excellently well Discharge the Part of a Wise Man, and of a Tender Pa●…ent both in One. And the Moral of his Part Resolves finally into this, That Virtue atones for Bodily Defects, and that Beauty is nothing worth, without a Mind Answerable to the Person.    

FAB▪ CCCCLXXIV. The Bees and the Drones.  
THere was a Controversy betwixt the Bees and the Drones about some Hony-Combs that were found in a Hollow Oak. They both laid Claim to 'em, and a Wasp was to be judge, as one that well understood the Matter. Upon the trial of the Cause, they seemed both to stand fair for't, as being of the same Size, Make and Colour. Now, says the Wasp, I am upon my Oath, and therefore let me see them work their Combs, and fill 'em here before me in the Court, and I shall be then the better able to Understand the Merits of the Cause. The Drones would not Agree to't, and so the Verdict went for the Bees.  

The MORAL.  
Pretences go a great way in the World with Men that will take Fair Words and Magisterial Looks for Current Payment: But the short and the certain way of bringing the Cause to a Fair Issue, is to put the Pretenders to the Test of Doing what they say.   

REFLECTION.  
ALL People that set up for a Reputation in the World upon the Credit of other men's Labours, fall under the Reproof of this Fable; and the Judges in those Cases are not always so Tender, Circumspect and Conscientious as the Wasp was in this; for they let False and Frivolous Pretenders run away many times, not only with the Character, but with the Reward, both of Honester and 〈◊〉 men's Virtues. There's no Proof like Matter of Fact, and putting the Drones to the Test of making Wax and honey.    

FAB. CCCCLXXV. A Fox and a Dragon.  
AS a Fox was Earthing Himself, he digged so Deep, till at last he came to a Dragon's Den, where he found a Prodigious Mass of Hidden Treasure. He made his Excuse for his Intrusion, and begged the Dragon's leave but to Ask him▪ One Question. Pray (says he) where's the Pleasure or the Profit of Spending all your Days in a Hole thus, without either Light or Sleep? Why 'tis my Fate, says the Dragon, and there's no more to be said. Here's a Monstrous Hord, says the Fox, and I cannot find that you either give Give or Use One penny out of all this Store. 'Tis a Misery, says the other, that I am doomed to, and there's no Avoiding it. Why then says the Fox, He that's Born under Your Stars is certainly the most Wretched of Creatures.  

The MORAL.  
We are apt to do Amiss, and to Persevere in so Doing, and then lay the Blame upon our Stars, or our Fortune as we call it, which in truth, is neither Better nor Worse than making Heaven the Author of Evil. The very sooth of it is, that an Ill Habit has the Force of that which we call an Ill Fate; and we tie up ourselves, where Providence has left us at Liberty.   

REFLECTION.  
Your Covetous Churl is Undoubtedly the most Miserable of Beggars; the more he Has, the more he Wants; Beside that he wants what he Has too; for 'tis lost to all Intents and Purposes, when neither he Himself, nor any Body else is the Better for't. He Pines and Watches himself to Death, for fear of losing that which he only Fancies that he has; or which is the same thing, that which he has not the Heart to Use. All this, says the Dragon, I suffer, because I'm doomed to't, which tells us most Emphatically, that an Anxiety of Mind is a Just judgement upon a Man for Delivering himself up to so Sordid an Appetite. We must not Understand the Dragon here to be condemned to this Misery by the Fatality of any Inevitable Decree; but in these Cases, Custom and Corruption, superinduce upon us a kind of Necessity of going on as we begun.    

FAB. CCCCLXXVI. The shipwreck of Simonides.  
SImonides was a Learned Man, and an Excellent Poet, especially in the way of panegyric, or Encomium, to the Honour of the Great Men of his Age; insomuch that he made his Fortune by't. After some time spent abroad, and a great deal of money got by his Encomia upon the Hero's of those Times, he put Himself and his Treasure Aboard for his own Country again, in an Old Rotten Vessel. They fell into Foul wether, and the Ship miscarried. In the Hurry of the Shipwreck, while the Passengers were at their wit's end how to Save that which they took to be of the most Value, Simonides was the only Man that appeared unconcerned, notwithstanding that his whole Fortune was at Stake in the Cargo. One asked him, why he did not look after his Goods. Why so I do, says he, for all the Goods that I pretend to, I have now About me. In this Extremity, some made a shift to Swim A shore; the greater Part sunk under the weight of what they thought to Preserve; and in the mean time came in a Crew of freebooters, that Rifled and stripped those that scaped. The Men that were Paddling for their Lives, made a Port, where by great Providence there lived a Famous Philosopher that was a Passionate Admirer, and a Diligent Reader of Simonides, and his write. This Philosopher upon the First Encounter, found out Simonides by his very Discourse; took him into his House, clothed him, furnished him with money, Provided him Servants, and put him into a Condition in fine, to Live in Honour and Plenty. As Simonides was walking the Streets a while after, he saw several of his shipwrecked Companions begging their Bread from Door to Door, with a Certificate of their Misfortune. Well, says Simonides, and d'ye not find it True now as I told ye, that a Man of Letters and of Integrity, carries all his Goods about him?  

The MORAL.  
The Moral is no more than this, that Virtue shall never fail of a Reward in the Conclusion.   

REFLECTION.  
A Wise and a Good Man carries his Happiness in his own Breast; and that's a Happiness too, that the Uttermost Malice of Wicked Men, and of Cross Fortune can never take away. Let all Men of Honour apply the Moral of this History to their own Comfort and Support, and Assure themselves, that Providence either in the Blessing of a good Conscience, or in that of a Happy Deliverance, will never Forsake them.    

FAB. CCCCLXXVII. Two Men and a Halter.  
A Poor Rogue that had got the Devil into his Pocket, and not One Cross in the World to drive him out again, found upon Mature Consideration, that he had no Choice before him, but either to Hang or Starve; for, says he, I have neither Cash; Credit, nor Friends, to keep Life and Soul together. He bethought himself a while upon the Matter, and so resolved rather of the Two to go to Heaven in a String. Upon this, he immediately provides himself a Halter; fits the Noose, and pitches upon the Place of Execution; but as he was driving a Hook into an Old Wall to Fasten the Cord to, Down comes a Great Stone that was lose, and a Pot of money along with it. The Fellow presently throws away the Halter; Takes the Gold by Content, without either Weighing or Counting it, and so away he Scours with the purchase. He was no sooner gone, but in comes the Man that had hid the money, to give his Pot a Visit: He finds the Birds flown it seems, and Marrying and Hanging, they say, go by Destiny. The last Comer, in fine, succeeds to the Rope of his Predecessor, and very fairly Hangs himself, with this Comfort in the Conclusion, That Providence had saved him the Charge of a Halter.  

The MORAL.  
Where there's money in the Case, 'tis Forty to One but some Body or other goes to the Devil for't.   

REFLECTION.  
Poverty and Avarice are near akin, and the Rich Insatiable Miser that is still Carking after More and More, is every jot as Miserable as he that has just Nothing at all. What's the Difference betwixt Gold in One Part of the Earth, and Gold in Another? Betwixt the Minted Gold that the Sordid Churl Buries in a Pot, and the o'er that Nature has prepared and tinctured in the Mine? They are Both equally lost to the common Use of Mankind; Only the One lies a little deeper than the Other. We may finish this Moral with a Consideration of the Folly of those People that Starve themselves to Enrich Others, and make their Own Lives Wretched for the Advantage perhaps of thiefs or Strangers. The Halter, in fine, served both their Turns; as well His that had no money at first, as tother's that Lost it.    

FAB. CCCCLXXVIII. A Mountebank and a Bear.  
AS a Quack was Exposing his Bills and his medicines upon a Stage, in the Quality both of a Doctor and a jack-pudding, Thousands and Thousands of People Gaping and Staring at him with as much Reverence and Attention, as if every Word that came out of his Mouth had dropped from the Lips of an Oracle: It happened just in the Nick of this Interim, that an Officer of Paris-Garden was Leading one of his majesty's Bears, that way, with a Ring through the Nose of him. The Rabble immediately upon the Novelty of this Adventure, quitted the Mountebank, and gathered in Multitudes about the Bear, Shouting and Huzzaing along with him, as if it had been a Procession to a Pope-burning, or peradventure some more Pompous Spectacle. The Bear upon this Noise and bustle, (though none of the Quickest-Witted Animals,) made a Speech to the Crowd after the best manner. Hark ye my Friends, says he, I'm Glad to see you so Merry at my being led like a Sot by the Nose thus; but pray let's Laugh at one another by Turns, for you are every Jot as Ridiculous to Me, as I am to You, the Mobile are led by the Ears just as the Bears are led by the Noses; and that's all the Difference in the Case betwixt us.  

The MORAL.  
The Mobile are altogether for Noise and Novelty, and One New Thing drives out another: Nay, we take Pleasure in the very Spectacle that Effectually Abuses us; as a Bear with a Ring in his Nose, is no more than an Emblem of every Man of us, for we are led as much as He, some by the Ear or Eye; others by our Lusts and Affections: But in fine, every Soul of us some way or other.   

REFLECTION.  
No Man should make Sport with, or Condemn any thing in another, without first Considering whether he be not Guilty of the very same thing Himself. The Bear is led after One Manner; the Multitude are led after Another Manner; and in some sort or other we are all led; only the Bearward in this Fable leads but One Brute, and the Mountebank leads a Thousand: And what's the whole business at last, but Noise, Novelty and Example? And One Fool Staring and Hooting for Company after Another; We take more Care to do as Others do, then to do as we ought to do, or in truth to Understand the Sum and Substance of our Duties. The people's leaving the Mountebank for the Bear, Imports as great a Readiness, even to leave Him too for what comes next, and shows us that there's no Trusting to the Mobile. It may serve also to Mind us, that the very Course of our Lives is little better than a Series of Mistakes, and a Transition-from One Weakness to Another. He that finds himself Uneasy in One Unreasonable Choice, has Recourse naturally to Another, perchance as Unreasonable: And let him be never so Sick of the Error, there's yet some Pleasure in the Variety; though it be but in the Hope of Mending the Matter.    

FAB. CCCCLXXIX. A Skittish Horse.  
THere goes a Story of a Restiff, Skittish Jade, that had gotten such a Trick of Rising, Starting, and Flying out at his own Shadow, that he was not to be endured; for the Discipline of the Spur and the Bit was wholly Lost upon him. When his Rider found that there was no Reclaiming of him by the Ordinary Methods of Horsemanship, he took him to task upon the Philosophy and logic of the business. 'Tis only a Shadow, says he, that you Boggle at: And what is that Shadow, but so much Air that the Light cannot come at? It has neither Teeth nor Claws, you see, nor any thing else to Hurt ye: 'Twill neither Break your Shins, nor Block up your Passage; and what are you afraid of then? Well says the Horse, (who it seems had more Wit than his Master,) 'tis not new Thing in the world, even for the greatest Heroes to shrink under the Impression of Panic Terrors. What are all the Sprights, Ghosts and Goblins that you yourselves Tremble at, but Phantomes and chimaeras, that are bred and shaped in your own Brain?  

The MORAL.  
Nature and Reason have fortified us, if we will but make use of our Strength, against all Difficulties that can Befall u●… in this World. But if we will stand Boggling at Imaginary Evils, let us never Blame a Horse, for starting at a Shadow.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS a Common Thing for People to Blame what they practise, and to be spending their Censures upon others, when they should be Examining Themselves: Whereas in Justice, Charity and Prudence, we should make no other Use of our Neighbours Faults, than we do of a Looking 〈◊〉 to Mend our Own Manners by, and to set Matters right at Home. When we see a Horse start at a Shadow, what have we more to do then to Contemplate the Folly and Vanity of our own surprises and Mistakes in a Thousand Instances of the same Quality! For what are all the Vexatious Transports of our Hopes and Fears, Extravagant Wishes, and Vain Desires, but the Images of Things every jot as Whimsical, as the Vision of the Shadow here in the Fable? And we can never hope for Better, so long as we Govern ourselves by Fancy, without Reason. To say all in a Word, the whole business comes to no more than this; First, We form some Nonsensical Idea to ourselves, and then fall down to an Idol of our Own Making.    

FAB. CCCCLXXX. No Laws against Flattery.  
FLattery is Undoubtedly one of the most Unmanly, and Pernicious Vices under the Sun, either public or Private; and in One word, the very Pest of all commonwealths and Families, wherever it is entertained; and yet, to the Scandal of Human Policy, even in the Best of Governments, the world was I know not how many Thousand Years Old, before ever any Provision was thought of for the Preventing or the Suppressing of this Epidemical Corruption. Apollo was the First, that (out of his Own wisdom and Goodness) Erected a Court of Justice for the trial of Parasites; appointing the Sharpest satirists of the Age for their Judges; and Arming the Commissioners with full Power and Authority to Hear and Determine all Causes of that Quality: The Offender to stand Convict upon the Testimony of one single witness; and immediately upon Conviction, to be carried away into the marketplace, and there Chained to a Stake, and Flayed Alive. It was observed, that notwithstanding the Severity of this Inexorable Law, Flattery was still as Bold, Busy, and barefaced as Ever, from the very Palace to the Cottage; and yet in a matter of Six months' time, not One Complaint brought into the Court against it. Upon this Neglect, there were Spies and informers set at work in all coffeehouses, and other public Places, to Watch the Company, and give Intelligence to the Tribunal of what was said or done there, that might be laid hold of. The very next day there was a Courtier taken up, and an Accusation Exhibited against him, for having given a Person of Eminent Quality, the Character of a Man of Honour, Brains, Good Government, and Virtue, when the whole World knew him to be no better than an Ignorant Mercenary Sot, that without any regard to Honesty, Prudence, or Good Manners, abandoned himself Entirely to his Lusts and Pleasures. The Prisoner both confessed and justified the Fact at the same time, appealing to the Person most concerned, whether he had wronged him or not; who not only Acquitted the Man, but Reflected most Desperately upon the Scandalous Practice of the Court itself, in making that to be Flattery, which upon the whole Matter, was no other than Truth and justice.. The Commission was hereupon discharged, for they found it utterly Impracticable to punish a Fault that no Body would either Acknowledge or Complain of.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis nothing but Self-Love at Home, that Provokes and Invites Flattery from Abroad: And the Disposition of One Man to Receive it, Encourages Another to Give it.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fiction may serve to show us, that what Influence soever Political Laws and Provisions may have upon the External Regulation of our Practices and Manners; it is a thing yet utterly Impossible for Human Wisdom to form such an Act of State, as shall reach the Wickedness of the Heart: So that in despite of all the Rules and Cautions of Government, the most Dangerous and Mortal of Vices will still come off, without so much as a public Censure. As who shall pretend to inflict any Punishment upon Flattery, Hypocrisy, and other Sins of the Heart, when there lies no Proof against them? One may be a very Honest Man in the Eye of the Law, and yet a most Abominable Wretch in the Sight of God, and of his Own Conscience. But it is still worth the while however, to consider how we may Discountenance and prevent those Evils which the Law can take no Cognizance of. And to gain this Point, the Effect must be Obviated in the Cause. Flattery can never take Place upon any Man, (so as to Corrupt him) that did not Flatter Himself First; for it is a Vain Opinion of ourselves, that lays us Open to be imposed upon by Others.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXI. Three Dreaming Travellers.  
THree Men were Travelling through a wilderness; the Journey it seems was longer than they thought for, and their Provisions fell short; but there was enough left for any One of 'em yet, though too little for all; and how to Dispose of the Remainder, was the Question. Come (says One of the Three,) Let's even lie Down and Sleep, and he that has the Strangest Dream, shall have That that's Left. The Motion was Agreed to, and so they disposed themselves to their Rest. About Midnight, Two of them vvaked, and told one another their Dreams. Lord, says one of 'em, What a Fancy have I had! I was taken up methought into the Heavens, I know not how, and there set down just before Jupiter's Throne. And I says tother, was hurried away by a Whirlwind, methought to the very Pit of Hell. The Third all this while Slept dogsleep, and heard every word they said. They fell then to Lugging and Pinching their Companion, to tell him the Story. Nay, pray be Quiet, says he, What are ye? Why we are your Fellow Travellers, they cried. Are ye come back again then? says he. They told him they had never stirred from the Place where they were. Nay then, says t'other, 'twas but a Dream, for I fancied that One of ye was carried away with a Whirlwind to Jupiter, and t'other to Pluto: And then thought I to myself, I shall never see these Poor People again; so I e'en fell on, and Eat up all the Victuals.  

The MORAL.  
There is a Fooling sort of Wit that has Nothing more in't then the Tricking up of some Insipid Conceit to no manner of Purpose, but to Mortify Good Company, and tyre out an Ingenious Conversation. The jests of these People are only to be ordered as we do Cucumbers; Wash them, and Beat them, and then throw them out at the Window. That is to say, they are Flat and Insipid, without either Meaning or Morality to help them out.   

REFLECTION.  
WHERE Men will be Fooling and Bantering, a Trick for a Trick is but Common Reason and Justice; and it comes closer yet too, when the Trick is encountered with Another of the same Kind; for it does not only spoil the Jest, but makes the Aggressor Himself Ridiculous; especially when the Design is forelayed and Concerted in Form, as here in the Fable. The frolic of a Cleanly Banter, may do well enough off-hand, and without Affectation; but a Deliberated Foolery is most Abominably Fulsome.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXII. Reason of State.  
UPon the coming out of a Book Entitled Reason of State, there happened a warm Dispute in the Cabinet of a Great Prince, upon that Subject. Some would have it to be, The Skill of Erecting, Defending and Enlarging a commonwealth. Others were for changing the Title from Reason of State to Reason of Policy. And a Third Party was for Correcting the former Definition, and rather running it thus, [Reason of State is a Rule Useful for commonwealths, how contrary soever to the Laws both of God and Man.] There was great Exception taken to the Plain Dealing of this Latter Definition; but upon Consulting precedents, it was found very Agreeable to the Practical Truth of the matter.  

The MORAL.  
Honesty may do well enough betwixt Man and Man, but the Measures of Government and Righteousness are quite Different Things. The Question in Reason of State is not Virtue, but Prudence.   

REFLECTION.  
Reason of State, in the Simplicity of the Notion, is only the Force of Political Wisdom, Abstracted from the Ordinary Rules and Methods of Conscience and Religion. It consults only Civil Utility, and never Matters it, provided the public may be the better for't, though the Instruments and Managers go to the Devil. 'Tis somewhat with Statesmen and their Disciples, as it was with the Patient and his Physician that advised him for his health's sake to have the Use of a Woman. The Good Man Scrupled the Remedy. Well, says the Doctor, I Prescribe to your Body, not to your Soul, which are Two Distinct Provinces; and when I have done my Duty to the One, let your Confessor look to the Other. It is most certain, that Reason of State is a very Devilish Thing, under a Specious Name, and a Cover for all Wickedness. What are Alliances and Ruptures, but Temporary Expedients? And the Ordinary Reasons of War and Peace are very little Better than Banter and Paradox. This is the very Truth of the Matter, and may be seen at large in the History of all the Governments in the World: But it is One of those Truths yet that is not at all times to be spoken; and 'tis the part of a Wise Man in these Cases, to Hear, See, and Say Nothing.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXIII. An Eagle and a Leveret.  
AN Eagle that was Sharp set, and upon the Wing, looking about her for her Prey, spied out a Leveret, made a Stoop like lightning, and trussed it; and as she had it in the Foot, the Miserable Wretch entered into an Idle Expostulation upon the Conscience, and Justice of the Proceeding: With what Honesty, says the Hare, Can you Invade the Right of another Body? Why, says the Eagle, To whom do you belong then? I belong to him, (says the Other) whom Heaven has made the Master of all Living Creatures under the Sun, and from whom That Propriety cannot be taken without manifest Wrong and Usurpation. Man is My Master, and I know no other. Well, says the Eagle again in Wrath, And what's the Title now, that he pretends to this Propriety? Why 'tis the Excellency of his Reason, says the Hare, that Entitles him to this Sovereignty; which is a Claim that from the Creation of the world, to this Day, was never Subjected to the Question. In Truth, says the Eagle, You have advanced a very Pretty Invention here, in setting up Reason against Force, where the Cause is not to be Decided by Argument, but by Power: And to Convince ye now how much I am in the Right, You shall find, in despite of all other Pretensions, since I have ye under my Government and Law, that you were not Born for Him, but for Me.  

The MORAL.  
Laws with Penalties are made for the Government of the Simple, and the Weak, like Cobwebs to Catch Flies; but Power is the Law of Laws, and there's no Disputing with it, but upon the Swords Point.   

REFLECTION.  
Tyranny and Oppression never wanted either a Plea, or an Advocate for whatever they did; for the Majority of the Lawyers, the Divines, and All Quaestuary Professions, will be sure to run over to the Stronger Side, where Will passes for Law, and Rapine for Providence. So that it is a Folly next to Madness, for a Friendless, and an Unarmed Innocence to Expostulate with an Invincible Power. The Case of the Hare and the Eagle is a Common Case in the World, where the Weaker is a Prey to the Stronger; where a Forcible Possession gives a Title, and where the Justice of the Cause is determined by the Success. When the Hare comes once to be in the gripe, 'tis too late to talk of Reason and Equity, when contrary to all the Rules of Moral justice, the Conqueror is both judge and Party.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXIV. A Dog and his Master.  
THere was an Excellent House-Dog, that spent his whole Night still in Bawling and Snarling at all People Indifferently that passed within Hearing of him. His Master took him to Task once for Barking and Yelling so at every Body that came near him, without Distinction. Why what have you a Nose for, says he, but to smell out a Thief from an Honest Man? I will not have ye so much as Open your Mouth, I tell ye, at a Venture thus. Sir, says the Mastiff, 'tis out of the Zeal I have for your Service; and yet, when all is done too, I would I had no more to Answer for, then giving False alarms, and Barking out of Season. You may fancy perhaps, that there are No other thiefs than those that the Law Exposes to the Pillory, or a Whipping Post; or to a Turn perchance at Tyburn the next Sessions. You'll find yourself Mistaken Sir, if you'll take upon ye to Judge of these Blades by their Garbs, Looks, and outward Appearance: But if I get them in the wind once, I'll tell ye which is which, to the very Hearts and Souls of 'em, without the Ceremony of either Bench, Witnesses or Jury. Nay, says the Master, if you should happen to Spy a Knight of the Post, a catchpole, a jailer, a Pawn-Broker, a High-way-man, a Crop-eared scrivener, a Griping Usurer, a Corrupt judge, or any of these Vermin, pray Cry out Thief, and spare not: And I beseech ye Sir, says the Dog, what if it should be a Pettifogging Splitter of Causes, a Turncoat, Ecclesiastical, Military or Civil; a Trading justice, a Mortal Enemy under the Mask of a Friend: A Glozing Hypocrite: Or in One word, let it be in any other Case or Encounter whatsoever; You will find it Twenty Thousand to One upon the whole Matter, that I Bark Right.  

The MORAL.  
The History of Cheats and Sharpers truly Written, would be no other than the History of Human Nature.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS an Unhappy thing both for Master and Servant, when the Love, Loyalty and Zeal of the One, shall be Ill Taken at the Hands of the Other; for he that will not Believe and Depend upon the Faith of a Tried Friend and Servant, falls under the judgement commonly of giving too much heed to a Secret Enemy: Beside, that it goes to the Heart of a Man of Honour and Address, when he has done his Uttermost for his master's Service, to fall under the Scandalous Character of Officious, and Impertinent, for his Pains. The Master here was in another Mistake too, in supposing that all housebreakers and Sharpers had Thief written in their Foreheads; whereas the most Dangerous sort of Cheats, are but Masqueraders, under the Vizor of Friends and Honest Men. The Cardinal's Rule to one of his lackeys that had lost his Coat, comes very well to our present Purpose. The Boy said that his Eminence told him they were all so Holy at Rome, that he thought there had been no thiefs there. Well says the Cardinal, but hereafter, when ever you come into a strange Place, you may take every Man you see for a Thief, provided that you Call no Body so. The Dog went this way to work, and he did Wisely in't; for he that keeps himself upon this Guard, shall never be cozened. The best will help itself, and therefore 'tis good to be wary for fear of the Worst.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXV. Two Doctors and a Sheep.  
AS a Sheep was Grazing One Evening in a Pleasant Meadow, it had the hap to Overhear Two Doctors of the Schools as they were taking a Walk there, philosophising upon the Advantages of Mankind above all other Creatures; and particularly, upon the Natural Disposition that Man has to live in Union and Society. The Sheep gave One of them a Gentle Touch by the Cloak, and told him, that under favour, he could not be of their Opinion. 'Tis true, says he, you have your Cities, Towns Incorporate, and Large Communities; but than you have your Magistrates too; your Laws, Oaths, and a Thousand Shackles upon ye; and all little enough to keep the Peace among ye. You Dispute, Wrangle, Fight, make a perpetual bustle in the World, Break Friendships, Dissolve the very ties of Marriage, and Tear one Another to Pieces with all manner of Extravagant Contests. Now this 〈◊〉 never be, sure, if there were in ye that same Implanted Inclination to Unity and Agreement, that you speak of. If you would come to a clear Resolution of this Question, you must first set yourselves at liberty from the overruling Awe of Disgrace, Shame, and Punishment; and by the Removal of that Force, leave yourselves to the full Scope of your Avarice and Ambition. You will then find by the Event, whether Man be Naturally a Protector and Preserver of Society, or a Destroyer of it. No, no, my Learned Sirs, 'tis We that are the Sociable Creatures, We Troop together, Feed together, Live together, follow the same Leader too, without any Constraint upon us, either of Vows or Penalties; and the very Flies and Pismires upon this Topick, will Rise up in judgement against Mankind.  

The MORAL.  
The Philosophers will have Man in a Degree of Excellency to be a Sociable Creature; but these Philosophers are Men themselves then, and judges in their Own Case: Now if we may Credit Matter of Fact and Experience, Men are the most Disunited Creatures under the Heavens: 'Tis their Delight, Study, Practice and Profession to lie Cutting One another's Throats, and Destroying their own Kind: Insomuch that Birds, Beasts and infects, to the very Flies and Pismires, will rise up in judgement against Mankind in this Point.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Sheep in this Fable was clearly too hard for the Two Doctors; and we find all those Reasonings to be true in the World, which the Mutton Alleges in the Fiction. For Man is certainly one of the most Perverse Pieces of the Creation; and not only Cross to his Rational Brethren, but betwixt his Will and his Understanding, he lives in a Perpetual Contradiction to Himself. His Practice is directly contrary to his Knowledge, and he shuts his very Eyes against the Light of his Nature. Now other Creatures that are only Guided by a Providential Impulse, have the Grace to follow the Voice of their Director, and to keep themselves within the Compass of their proper business and Duty. Whereas Man, that over and above the same common Instinct, is endued with the talon of Counsel and Knowledge, Improves those Advantages only to his Greater Condemnation, by Abandoning the Offices and Functions of his Reasonable Being. The Sum of the Moral, in fine, may be this, that it is not so much the Excellency of our Human Nature, that Distinguishes us from Brutes, as the due Exercise and Application of those Rational Faculties that Heaven has bestowed upon us: Which comes to the very case of the Sheep and the Doctors. Man knows what he Ought to do, but (to his Greater Condemnation,) he does not Act according to his Knowledge; whereas Animals that are Guided barely by Instinct, live in Obedience to the Voice of Heaven in that of Nature.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXVI. Few Friends.  
ONe that had a Great Honour for Socrates, took Notice of a Pitiful Little House that he was a Building: 'Tis a strange Thing (says he to the Philosopher,) that so Great a Man as you are should ever think of Living in so Wretched a Cabin. Well, says Socrates, And yet as Little as it is, he were a Happy Man that had but True Friends enough to Fill it.  

The MORAL.  
A Friend in the World, is quite Another Thing than a Friend in the Schools: And there's a Great Difference in the Speculation of a Friend, from what we find in the Practice.   

REFLECTION.  
Friendship is a Divine Excellency, wrapped up in a Common Name, and nothing less than the uttermost Perfection of Flesh and Blood, for Wisdom and Virtue, can Entitle a Man to the Character of a True Friend; though Custom, I know, has so far prevailed for a Promiscuous Application of the Word to Common Acquaintances and Relations, that it passes in the World, by a certain kind of Figure, for Civility and Respect. But Socrates all this while did very well Understand what he said, touching the Rarity and Paucity of Friends; and he might have added, that it is as hard a matter how to Understand to Be a Friend, as to know where to Find One.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXVII. An Ass Carrying an Image.  
AS an Ass was Carrying an Image in Procession, the People fell every where down upon their Knees before him. This Silly Animal fancied that they worshipped Him all this while; till One Rounded him in the Ear; and told him, Friend, says he, You are the very same Ass with this Burden upon your Back, that you were before you took it up; and 'tis not the Brute they bow to, but the Image.  

The MORAL.  
A public Character is never the less to be reverenced, because a Coxcomb perhaps may Carry it; nor that Coxcomb one jot the more, save only for the sake of his Office.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Simple Vanity of this Ass is a very Pertinent Reproof to those Men that take the Honour and Respect that is done to the Character they Sustain, to be paid to the Person; as if Mr. Constable should Assume to his Visage, the Reverence that's paid to his Commission. There are that Interpret every Nod or Glance of Civility, in their own Favour, though it was neither Due to them, nor ever Intended them.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXVIII. A Dog and a Cat.  
THere was a Dog and a Cat brought up in the same House, from a Whelp and a Kittling, and never were Two Creatures better together; so Kind, so Gamesome and Diverting, that it was half the Entertainment of the Family to see the gambols and Love-Tricks that passed betwixt them. Only it was observed, that still at Meal-times they would be Snarling and Spitting at One Another under the Table: And what was the whole Sum of the Controversy at last, but a Dog-and-Cat-Wrangle about the Picking of a Bone, or the Licking of a Trencher?  

The MORAL.  
Flesh and Blood does Naturally Consult its own Advantage; and when that comes to be the Question, There's the Bone that in some Degree or other sets all Mortals together by the Ears.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's a Perfect Emblem of the Practices and Friendships of the World; for Men have their Toying Seasons, and their Pleasant Humours, as well as Dogs and Cats. We Contract Little like 〈◊〉 enter into Agreeable Conversations, and pass away the time so Mer●…ly and Kindly together, (at least while that Fit of Dalliance and Diversion Lasts,) that one would think it impossible for any thing under the Sun to Break the Intrigue; and yet upon the throwing in any Cross Interest among 'em; (which is all One with the Bone under the Table,) nay, upon a Jealous Thought, or a Mistaken Word or Look, all former Bonds are cancelled, the League Broken, and the Farce Concludes in Biting and Scratching one another's Eyes out. The same Figure will serve for Princes and States, public Persons and Private, married and Single; People in fine of all Professions and Pretences.    

FAB. CCCCLXXXIX. Aristotle's Definition of a Tyrant.  
THere was so great Offence taken at the Definition of a Tyrant in Aristotle's politics, that all the Governors under the Cope of Heaven, found themselves touched in the reflection: Insomuch that they all Met in a General Council, to take the Matter into Consideration. Those Princes (says Aristotle) are Tyrants, that intent their own Good, more than that of their Subjects. The Princes were so Nettled at the Scandal of this Affront, that every Man took it to Himself; for according to that doctrine, all the Governors upon the Face of the Earth from Adam to this Day, have been no better then Downright Tyrants. The Council was once Thinking to put Aristotle to Extremities; but imputing it rather to the Natural Sawcyness of a Pedant, (for there's no Grammar for politics,) then to any Malice Prepense, they made him Eat his Words, and Expound Himself; that what he said of Tyrants, was only meant of a sort of Persecutors of Old Time, that have been now long since Extinct.  

The MORAL.  
In all General Characters of Bad Men, whether Princes, public Ministers, or Private Persons, Care should be taken not to Involve the Good under the same Scandal and Condemnation. There are some Principles and Methods of Government, wherein the Best and the Worst of Princes may Agree; but then there are certain Perverse Notions of the Thing, and Corrupt Practices, that can hardly be touched upon, without Engaging all crowned Heads in the Reproach: And 'tis Dangerous Skewing upon the Errors of the Age a Man lives in.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fancy gives us to Understand, that Secrets of State are not properly the business of the Schools, and in truth it is a Topick too, that does as little become the Pulpit; for politics are matter of Practice rather than of Notion: Beside, that the Rules of Government and those of Religion, Abstractedly considered, have very little Affinity one with the other: For the Wisdom of this World, or that which we call Civil Prudence, does not at all concern itself in the Question of Virtue or of Conscience. From hence it may be inferred, that Ministers of State, Priests, and Philosophers, should do well to keep to their Respective Professions, without Invading the Province one of another. Here's a Check put upon the Definition of a Tyrant; not so much for the False doctrine of the Position, as for the Scandal of Exposing Majesty, by the Innuendo of so Irreverend a Truth; for the Character of a crowned Head ought to be kept Sacred, let the Person be what he will. Here is likewise an other Hint of Caution to us, that in all Liberties of this Nature, we keep clear of the present Times, and be still looking another way, whatever we mean.  
As to the Definition of a Tyrant itself, let it be Candidly taken, and the Drift of it is this; the common Safety of King and People is wrapped up in the wellbeing of each other. The Prince intends his Own Good in that of the People; and at the same time, the Good of the People in that of Himself; for they Stand or Fall together: But then there's One Tenderness of Care and Duty, and another of Personal Inclination, or (if I may so Call it) Infirmity; and That's Aristotle's Tyrant, where a Ruler Indulges his Private Appetite, and Sacrifices his People to his Passions or his Pleasures.    

FAB. CCCCXC. A countryman and a Panther.  
A Panther had the Fortune to drop into a Pitfall. The People came Flocking about him; some Pelting and Battering him with Stones and Cudgels; others pitied him, and threw him somewhat to Eat. Toward Night, they went All Home again, taking for granted that they should find him Dead next Morning: But in that Interim he came to Himself again, and gave 'em the Slip: And upon getting lose, he made such havoc both with Man and Beast, that the whole Country, Friend and Foe, were all in Dread of him. The Panther finding the Fright so General, called out to 'em, and told them; So many of ye (says he) as were Kind to me in the Pit, set your Hearts at Rest, for I'll not Hurt a Creature of ye now I'm at Liberty. I have not forgotten who they were that gave me Bread, and who threw Stones at me; and I'm an Enemy only to those that were Enemies to me.  

The MORAL.  
There's no Creature so Wild and Savage, but it may be wrought upon and reclaimed by Good Offices and Benefits; to the shame of that part of Mankind, that returns Evil for Good, and is yet to Learn Humanity from the Beasts of the forests.   

REFLECTION.  
HERE's a Reproof to the Practices of Ungrateful Men, under the Figure of a Grateful Beast: A Grateful, and I might have said a Generous Beast, in being kind to those in their Distress, that had been so to Him in His. How much Worse than Brutes are those Men then, that own the Best Blood in their Veins to the Bounty of their Friends and Patrons, and yet after Raising them from the very dunghill to Honours and Fortunes, are the forwardest to Insult upon their Supporters and Masters, when they see 'em in any Calamity; and to add Affliction to Affliction! Now to Pursue the Fable, Here's a Common Enemy, in Appearance, at the Mercy of the People about him; some Beat him, others take Pity of him: He comes afterward to make his Escape, and Distinguishes his Enemies from his Friends, by Destroying the One, and Sparing the Other. Shall we call the One a judgement now, and the other a Providence; as if the Outrage had been a Fault, and the Pity a Meritorious Act of Good Nature? The Moral will hold good in both Respects; for let the judgement or the Execution of Death be never so Just, it is yet barbarous, Inhuman and Unwarrantable to Aggravate the Suffering with Insolence, Contumely, Malice and Reproach: And so for the Tenderness on the other hand, 'tis a softness Inseparable from the Genuine Impulse of a Reasonable Being: For the Compassion is a Laudable Benignity of Disposition, though exercised upon a Beast.    

FAB. CCCCXCI. A Mastiff and an Ass.  
THere was a Huge Bear-Dog, and an Ass laden with Bread upon a Long Journey together: They were Both very Hungry, and while the Ass was Grazing upon Thistles by the wayside, the Dog would fain have been Eating too for Company, and begged a Bit of Bread of him. The Ass made him Answer, that if he were Hungry, he might even do as he did; for he had no Bread to spare. While this passed, up comes a Wolf toward them. The Ass fell a Trembling, and told the Dog, he hoped he would stand by him if the Wolf should set upon him. No, says the Dog, they that will Eat Alone, shall even Fight Alone too, for me: And so he left his Fellow-Traveller at the Mercy of the Wolf.  

The MORAL.  
Common-Defence and Preservation, is the Main End of Society, and the Great Benefit we receive by joining in't: We Love One Another, because we are the better for One Another; and it is the Interest that Supports us in the Duty; when that Reciprocal Kindness sails, as we see here in the Dog and the Ass, the League drops to Pieces.   

REFLECTION.  
ONE Good Turn we say, requires Another; and it may be added, that one Shrewd Turn Deserves and Provokes Another. The Asses want of Charity in One Minute, cost him his Life in the next; and he was paid in his Own Kind too, in the return of One Scom for Another. It was an Offence against the very Laws of Nature, and Society, and the Punishment Consequently was Providential and Just. He that shows no Compassion, shall find None.    

FAB. CCCCXCII. A laconic tried and sentenced.  
IT was the Ill hap of a Learned laconic, to make use of Three Words, when Two would have done his Business: The Matter was so Foul, and the Fact so clearly proved upon him, that being Cited before the Senate, he was herd and condemned to Read over Guicciardines' War of Pisa from End to End, without either Eating or Drinking till he had gone through it. The Poor Man fell into so Desperate an Agony before he could get over One Single Leaf on't, that he threw himself upon his Face, Imploring the Mercy of the Court, though 'twere but to change his Punishment: They might send him to the galleys, he said, or if it were to Flay him Alive, or Bury Him betwixt Four Walls, and he should ever acknowledge it as an Act of Clemency; but for a Man of Brains and Thought, to Trouble his Head with such a deal of Tedious Trash and Pedantry, the Torment he said, of Perillus' Brazen Bull, was Nothing to't.  

The MORAL.  
Time is Life, and Life is Precious: 'Tis short enough at Best; but the more we Contract our Talk and our business, the more we have on't. Wherefore it is Great Wisdom to Couch all we have to do, in as Narrow a Compass as possible. The Killing of a Man with many Words, is only Another sort of Murder, out of the Reach of the Law.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Emblem bids us Husband our Time, and bring the business of Life into as Narrow a Compass as we can; for we have a great deal to do. 'Tis in effect, so much Life Lost, as we squander away in more Words than needs, and in the Exchange of Idle and Impertinent Discourses: Beside the Mortification of a Tedious Talker. The Figure is carried to the height, in the Representation, both of the Crime and of the Punishment; over and above the Equity of Tormenting the Tormentor of Others in his own kind, as Phalaris sentenced Perillus to be Burnt in his Own Bull.    

FAB. CCCCXCIII. Matchiavel condemned.  
NO Man ever had a Worse Name in the World for a Promoter of Seditious and Atheistical politics, than Nicholas Matchiavel the Florentine: Insomuch, that he was banished, not only the Conversation, but the very Libraries of all Learned Men, upon pain of being Burnt for his Pestilent doctrines, wherever he should be taken; and a Severe Punishment inflicted over and above upon any Man that should presume to Comfort, Abet, or Receive him. It was his Fortune after this, to be found upon a Search, in the Corner of a Friends Study, and to be made a prisoner; and then in course to Undergo a Sentence according to the Decree. But all these Formalities notwithstanding, he was yet by the Extraordinary Favour of his Judges, upon his Humble Petition for a Hearing, admitted to his Defence, which was to this following Effect. He made no Difficulty of Confessing the Fact, and of Acknowledging himself the Publisher of Pernicious and Execrable Positions; but withal, says he, no Mortal upon the Face of the Earth, has a Greater Abhorrence for those Desperate Maxims than myself. As to the Inventing of those Tenets, he made Protestation, that he had no Hand in't at all, and that the Political Part of his Discourses, was only copied out of the General Practices and Councils of Christian Princes; and that if they pleased, he was ready to Instance in the very precedents. After this, he appealed to the Justice of the Bench, whether it were not very hard to make it Mortal, for One Man to write the Naked History of a thing done; and at the same time to allow the very Doing of it to be praiseworthy in Another. This Plea had brought him off, but for a Fresh Accusation that was Immediately started against him; which was, that he was Taken in the Dark One Night among a Flock of Sheep, putting Dogs Teeth into their Mouths, which must enevitably be the Ruin of the Shepherds; for it could never be Expected that the whole Flock would ever submit to the Government of One, if it had either Teeth, Wit or Horns. Upon the Proof of this Charge, he was delivered up immediately to Justice, and the Law Executed upon him.  

The MORAL.  
The Secrets of Government ought not to be touched with unwashed Hands, and exposed to the Multitude; for upon Granting the People a privilege of Debating the Prerogatives of Sovereign Power, they will Infer Naturally enough a Right, and a Title to the Controlling and the overruling of it.   

REFLECTION.  
HE that Exposes the Arts of Government to the People, does in Effect Appeal to 'em, and give the Multitude some sort of Right to Judge of, and to Censure the Actions of their Superiors. For what is any thing published for, but to be Read, and to lve consequently at the Mercy of the Reader how to Understand it? As if the Author should say, Gentlemen, here's a Scheme of politics submitted to your Grave Consideration, pray what's your Opinion on't? Can any Body think, that in a Question of State Exhibited after this manner, the Mobile will not determine in their Own Favour, and clap what Bias upon the Proposition they themselves please? So that let the Matter be Handled never so Tenderly, 'tis a main Point lost yet; the very Admittance of the Common People into the Council, and Allowing them to be of the Quorum. Matchiavel Excuses himself well enough, as to any thing of Malice in his Discourses, for (says he) these Maxims are none of My Invention, neither has any Man living a Greater Abhorrence for those poisonous doctrines than myself; but my Writings are onl yHistorical Notes and Abstracts drawn from the Life of an Universal Practice. Now the Hazzard and the Mischief is this, that in all these Cases, Men are apt to take Things by the wrong Handle, and raise Arguments for their Own Advantage. And that's the Moral of Matchiavel's putting Dogs Teeth by Night into the Mouths of the Sheep: That is to say, 'tis a Sly way of Irritating Subjects to fall foul upon their Rulers, which certainly is a Crime Unpardonable in any State.    

FAB. CCCCXCIV. A Dispute betwixt a Doctor, a Uint'ner, and a butcher.  
THere was a Vint'ner and a butcher challenged a Doctor of Divinity to a trial of Skill in his own Trade. He asked them by whom they'd be tried? They'd be tried by the Text they said. The Thing was Agreed, and the Time Set, and so they brought their Geneva Bibles along with them. The Doctor told them by way of Preface, that though St. Paul fought with Beasts at Ephesus, it was not the Fashion for his Followers to Fight with Beasts in England; and therefore if they could not prove themselves to be Men, he'd have nothing to do with them. They stood upon their Pantoufles, that Men they were, and that Men he should find 'em to be; and they were ready to cast the Cause upon that Issue. That's well, says the Doctor to One of 'em, and pray what are you for a Man in the First Place? I am a Vint'ner, says t'other. Very Good, quoth the Doctor, and do you ever put New Wine into Old Bottles? Yea, I do so, says the Vint'ner. Then, says the Doctor, You are no Man; for the Text says, that No Man putteth New Wine into Old Bottles. I shall now come to your Companion; Pray'e will you tell me Friend, what are you for a Man? I am says t'other, a tailor, alias a butcher. I suppose quoth the Doctor, Put the Case now that my Doublet were out at the Elbows, and I have no more of the Old Cloth to Patch it up withal, could you Mend it d'ye think? Ye, quoth the butcher, I could get New Cloth to Mend it. Why then, says the Doctor, You are no Man neither; for you shall find it in Another Text, that No Man putteth new Cloth into an Old Garment, so that you are both Beaten here at your own Weapons; for here are Two Texts to Prove that You Two are No Men; which is but according to your own Rule and Method of Interpreting Scripture.  

The MORAL.  
This Fable strikes at the Ridiculous licence of profane Intermedlers in Holy Matters; that is to say, a sort of Illiterate Enthusiasts, and mechanics, that without either Authority or Skill, will be Correcting Magnificat, and setting up the phantom of New Lights against the doctrine of Christ and his Apostles.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Wisdom of the Law will not suffer any Man to Exercise a Trade that he has not served his Time to; and a Body would think that the Reason of this Provision should hold as well in Divinity, as in Manual Crafts; for Revelations at this time of the Day, are as much out of Date as Miracles. This Comical Whimsy may serve in General for a Reproof to Bold and Ignorant Pretenders in matters that they do not Understand; and so to those also that Confidently Usurp upon other men's Provinces, without any Right or Call to the Function. What are the Freaks in fine, of these Religionaries, but Fits of the Spleen, and the Fumes of a Dark Melancholy, covered under the Name and Pretence of Divine Gifts and Graces? They'll Cap ye Texts, as schoolboys Cap Verses; and in Defiance of all the Extraordinary Cases, the Figures, Types, Allegories, and Parables that are so frequent in Holy Writ, every thing must be Understood too, as the Doctor has turned it here upon the Vint'ner and the butcher, according to the Letter. They'll draw ye a Warrant for the Murdering of Kings, from the Example of Ahab and Benhadad. An Authority for cozening their Neighbours, from the Israelites Robbing the Egyptians. In One Word, they shall Overturn all the Principles of Human Society, Morality, and Religion itself, and show ye a Text for't: And upon the whole matter, what is the Conscience of these People more at last, than Fancy and Illusion? They Contend for they know not what, like the Two Fellows that went to Loggerheads about their Religion; the One was a Martinist he said; the other said that all Martinists were heretics, and for his part he was a Lutheran: Now the Poor Wretches were both of a Side, and Understood it not. As for the business of Learning and Common Sense, they call it the Wisdom of this World, and effectually make it a Heavenly Grace to be an Egregious Coxcomb. There was an Honest Simple tradesman, wonderfully Earnest with the Parson of the Parish to know what the Forbidden Fruit was; as if there had been no more in't, then whether 'twas a Kentish or a Kirton Pippin. The Good Man told him, that it was an Apple, and that Adam's Eating of it, brought all his Posterity under a Sentence of Condemnation. Tother said it was so hard a Case, that in reverence to the Divine Mercy, he thought himself bound to question the whole Story. This Liberty of Retailing Divinity by the Letter, is the very Root of Infidelity and of all Heresies, nay of Atheism itself. For when People have been Beating their Brains about a Difficulty, and find they can make Nothing on't, they are apt to think there's Nothing in't; for the mysteries Lost to Him that stands Poring only upon the Letter.    

FAB. CCCCXCV. There's not To Morrow.  
A Fellow had got a Wench in a Corner; and very Earnest they were upon the Text of increase and Multiply; but the Gipsy stood upon her Points forsooth; She d not be towzed and Tumbled at that Rate, i'faith not She. In fine, No penny, No paternoster; and there was no Good to be done unless he would Marry her. The Poor Devil was under a kind of Duresse; and for brevity sake, promised her, with a Bloody Oath, that he would Marry her to Morrow. Upon this Assurance, they signed and sealed. The next Day they met again, and the Next to that; and so Every Next Day, for a matter of a Fortnight after; and the Love went on to the Tune of To Morrow, and To Morrow still. But the Girl finding herself fooled, and put off thus from One to Morrow to Another, fell in the Conclusion to Expostulating with him upon the Matter. Did not yond Swear, Yesterday, says she, and Yesterday, and I know not how many Yesterdays, that you'd Marry me to Morrow? Yes my Dear, says the Spark, I did Swear so; and I do now Swear it all over again too, and thou shalt find me as good as my Word. Ay, but hark ye, says the Lass, is not to Day to Morrow? No my Heart, says the Gallant again, that's thy Mistake; for there are No to Morrows; People are apt to Talk of 'em indeed, but they never come, for Life itself is but the Time Present.  

The MORAL  
The Sparks Case here in the Fable, of to Morrow and to Morrow, is Every Man's, and Every Days Case in the World; and we do the very same Thing with God Almighty, that this Blade does with his Mistress, we Promise, and Put-off, and Perform Nothing.   

REFLECTION.  
Whoever Reads and Considers this Emblem, will find it to be his own Case; we promise, and we put-off, and we sin, and we go on Sinning: But still as our Conscience Checks us for't, we take up Faint Purposes, and Half Resolutions to do so no more, and to lead a New Life for the future. Thus with the Young Fellow here, we Indulge ourselves in our Pleasures from Time time; and when we have whiled away our Lives, Day after Day, from One to Morrow to Another, that same to Morrow never comes. This is the Sluggard's Plea and Practice; the Libertines; the Miser's; and in short, whose is it not? Now if Men would but Consider the Vanity and the Vexation of a Lewd Course of Life; the Impiety first of entering into Vows, which they intent beforehand not to Perform, and afterward of Breaking them; the Folly and the Presumption of Undertaking for any thing that is wholly out of our Power; the Necessity of Emproving every Moment of our Lives; the Desperate and the Irreparable Hazzard of Losing Opportunities; People would not venture Body and Soul upon the necessity of a Procrastinated Repentance; and Postpone the most uncertainty Duties of a Man, and of Christian. For there's not to Morrow, nor any thing in truth, but the Present Instant that we can call our Own.    

FAB. CCCCXCVI. A Lady in Trouble for the Loss of a Set of Horses.  
A Certain Lady, that was fallen under Great Tribulation for the Loss of a very fine Set of Horses, went Raving up and down like a Mad Woman from Place to Place, and Every Body must be tired with the History of her Misfortune. Well, says She, they were the best natured Poor Wretches; they'd look at Me so Kindly still when I came to take Coach; to say Nothing of the Value of them, really I cannot think myself safe with other Horses. And at this rate, she went on, Amplifying upon the Affliction, while her Friends and Relations on the other Hand, were not wanting to Ply her upon the Ordinary Topiques of the Transitory State of Mortals. But when they had proceeded as far with her as their Religion and Philosophy could Carry them, and found that she was not to be Comforted; Why truly Madam, says One of her Confidents, this is a very great trial, but since they are gone, and that there's no Recalling of them, I hope your Ladyship does not think 'em too Good for Him that Has 'em.  

The MORAL.  
We are more solicitous for our Horses and our Dogs, than we are for our Souls, our Friends, or our Children; and therefore it was well enough turned upon the Lady here toward the bringing of her to herself again, to Mind her, that there was neither Heaven nor Hell in the Case of Losing a Set of Horses.   

REFLECTION.  
THIS Fancy looks at First Blush, as if it bordered a little upon profaneness; but if it be Taken by the Right Handle, it will bear the Moral of a most Christian, a Necessary, and a Seasonable Check to those People that deliver up themselves to the Transports of Extravagant Passions for Trifles: As it was the Case of a Lady that kept her Bed for the Loss of a Favourite-Puppy she had. Her Friends came to Condole with her upon the tidings of some Dismal Calamity that had befallen her, and asked her very tenderly what terrible Misfortune it might be, that she laid so heavily to Heart? Only, says she, the Greatest Affliction (I thank the Lord for't,) that ever befell Me since I was Born: My Pretty Pearl is Dead. Alas, Madam (says One of the Condolers,) Why you have lost a very Good Husband. That's True, says tother, but the Lord may send me such Another Husband; I shall never have such Another Puppy. These Impetuous Violences, are no News to any Man that has observed and studied the Infirmities of here and there One perhaps of that Fair and Frail Sex. But we must not Imagine at last, because the Moralist has made it a woman's Case in the Story, that we ourselves are not Guilty Every Man of us, in some sort or other, and in a Thousand Instances, of the same Weaknesses and Mistakes, even in the Ordinary Course of Human Life; for what's the doctrine of all this upon the main, but a Rebuke to those that set their Affections too much upon the things of this World, and consequently too little upon Matters of Greater Moment; with him that upon the Firing of his House, was so overjoyed for the Saving of his Plate, Linne, Paintings, hang, and other Rich movables, that he never so much as thought of his only Child all this while that was Burnt in the Cradle. Every Man has his Feeble, as they call it; One Man's Weak side is Ambition; Another's Avarice, Malice, Envy, Revenge, Pride, vainglory; and some again are so wholly taken up with the Pleasures of Wine, womans, Jolly Company and Good Cheer, as if all the Faculties of their Reasonable Souls had been only given them to Subminister to their Appetites. The very World itself, in One Word, is but a Moorfields college of People that r●…n Mad for Common Disappointments.    

FAB. CCCCXCVII. The Hypocrite.  
THere happened a Discourse in very Good Company, upon the Subject of Religion and Hypocrisy; and how hard a Matter it was, in the Case of an Artificial Disguise, to know the One from the other; though the Scripture Allows us, and in truth Obliges us, to Judge of the Tree by its Fruits. Well, says One to his Next Man, Do you know such a Person? Oh very well, says t'other; he's one of the Holiest Men to Heaven-ward that ever you met with, but the Arrantest Rascal among his Neighbours in the whole Parish.  

The MORAL.  
'Tis not the Name, the Semblance, or the Ostentation of Religion and Holiness that will atone for the Abuse on't: In making God the Author, the Director and the Abettor of those Flagitious villainies in Christians, that Pagans Themselves would have an Abhorrence for. But when All comes to All, a Knave in his Practice, is a Knave in his Heart too.   

REFLECTION.  
THE Hypocrite is but the Devil himself with a Glory about him, in the Shape of an Angel of Light; and as it is no easy Matter to Distinguish the One from the Other; so 'tis a thing of a most Desperate Consequence to Mistake them; and the Question will be this at last, How to Reconcile the Offices of Charity and Prudence. The One bids us believe and hope the Best; the Other bids us provide against the Worst. Now it is not for Nothing that the Holy Ghost itself has Denounced so many Woes against this sort of Impostors; and Inculcated over and over so many Cautions how we have any thing to do with them; which is no other than a Declaration of an Abhorrence of these People, and a plain Intimation of the Danger of being Deluded and imposed upon, under the Mask of Religion both in One. There's no Cruelty, no Fraud, no Violence, no Oppression, that is not acted under a Colour of Divine Authority, Impulse and Direction. Churches are robbed and profaned; Princes deposed and murdered; Religion and Morality, with all the Principles of Virtue and Common Honesty, are overturned; and the Name of God himself is made Use of, as a Principal and as a Witness to the Impiety, in a defiance to all the Dictates of Heaven and Right Reason: And all this is but a Preachment upon the Text at last, of Fear God and Keep his Commandments. When a King's Head is to be struck off by his own Rebellious Subjects, 'tis brought on commonly with the Prologue of a Fast, which in the Style of the Holy Intrigue, is called a Seeking of the Lord. This Work and judgement of God (though it be Secret,) must be done with Great Gravity, (says james Melvil, by way of Preface to the Murder of Cardinal Beaton.) Vive l' Evangile, was the Word to several of the Massacres in France. 'Twas often in the Mouth of a Lady, Zealous in her way, with Deep Protestations, that She had rather lie with Forty Men, then go to One Mass: Nay, and I have heard of Tenants too, that refused to pay their Landlord his Rent, unless he could show a Text for't. Here's enough said to set forth the Character of an Hypocrite, so as to Answer the Morality that is couched under this Figure; but the great Difficulty will be the Steering of a Middle Course, betwixt Believing too Much, and too Little: That is to say, betwixt taking a Good Man for an Hypocrite, and an Hypocrite for a Good Man. We are to have a Reverence for the very Appearances of Piety; but whenever we find the Holy Man to God-ward, to be no better than a juggling Knave among his Neighbours, that's the very Hypocrite that we find stigmatised among the Scribes and Pharisees in the Holy Gospel.    

FAB. CCCCXCVIII. The Conscientious thiefs.  
THere was a Knot of Good Fellows that borrowed a small Sum of money of a Gentleman upon the King's highway: When they had taken All they could find; Damn ye for a Dog, says One of the Gang, You have more money about you Sirrah, some where or other. Lord, Brother, says One of his Companions, can't ye take the Gentleman's money Civilly, but you must Swear and call Names! As they were about to Part, Pray by your favour Gentlemen, says the Traveller, I have so many Miles to go, and not One penny in my Pocket to bear my Charges; you seem to be Men of some Honour, and I hope you'll be so Good as only to let me have so much of my money back again, as will carry me to my Journeys End. Ay, Ay, the Lord forbidden else, they cried, and so they opened One of the Bags, and bade him Please Himself. He took them at their Word, and presently fetched out a Handful, as much as ever he could Gripe. Why how now, says One of the Blades, Ye Confounded Son of a Whore, Ha' ye no Conscience?  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a Notable Trade that many People drive in the World, of pretending to make a Conscience of One Sin, and taking out their Penn'orths in Another. Some there are that Commute Swearing for Whoring, as if the Forbearance of the One, were a Dispensation for the Committing of tother. We have heard of Others too, that have been strict Observers of the Lords Day, and yet made no Scruple at all of Robbing the Lord's Altars. But a Good Christian and an Honest Man, must be All of a Piece; and these Inequalities of Proceeding, will never hold Water.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS just with public thiefs, as 'tis with Private: A Pretended Necessity sets them both at Work, and a Pretended Religion or Conscience brings them off when they have done. This is no more than what we ourselves have found within the Memory of Man, to be Literally and Historically True; when that, which in those Days passed for the Law of the Land, was in Effect no other than the Law of the Road; and the One had as Much and as Little to say for itself as the Other. There are Political Bands of Robbers, as well as the jacks and the Toms that are cried in Gazettes; and they fall both of them under the Regulation of the same Mystery and Trade. The Poor Man here that was robbed Himself, was charged Effectually with Robbing the thiefs, upon a Suspicion, that he had reserved some small Pittance of his own money, to his own Use, which they accounted a Defrauding of the public. Now we have seen this to be the Sense and Discipline of the State, as well as of the Pad; and 'tis as Broad as 'tis Long at last, whether a Man be Undone by a Cabal of Sharpers in Committee of Safety, or by a Troup of Canary Birds upon Newmarket Heath. Nay, and the Parallel runs upon All Four, a little further too; Can't you take the gentleman's money Civilly? says the Spark: That is to say, Cannot you play the Rogue Demurely, as if Butter would not melt in your Mouth, and pick an Honest gentleman's Pocket with a paternoster betwixt your Teeth? Cannot you Plunder, Sequester, Decimate, Draw, Hang and Quarter in the Fear of the Lord, but you must Blaspheme and Call Names? Is it not enough that you are discharged by the very Privilege of your Profession, from the Bondage of Subjection and Obedience to Parents Natural or Civil? Is it not enough that you may Kill, Whore, Steal, Backbite, Covet, and make Bold in short, with all the Commands of the Second Table, but you must be Breaking in upon the Former? Thus goes the World; the Little thiefs Hang for't, while the Great Ones Set upon the Bench; and there's a Cloak of Conscience still thrown over both Pretensions, to Cover, and to Consecrate the Cheat.    

FAB. CCCCXCIX. The Trepanning Wolf.  
THere's a Story of a Man of Quality in Ireland, that a little before the Troubles there, had walled in a piece of ground for a Park, and left only One Passage into't by a Gate with a Portcullis to't. The Rebellion broke out, and put a stop to his Design. The Place was Horribly pestered with Wolves; and his People having taken one of 'em in a pitfall, chained him up to a Tree in the Enclosure; and then planted themselves in a lodge over the Gate, to see what would come on't. The Wolf in a very short time fell a Howling, and was answered by All his Brethren thereabouts, that were within Hearing of it; insomuch that the Hububb was Immediately put about from One Mountain to Another, till a whole Herd of 'em were gotten together upon the 〈◊〉; and so trouped away into the Park. They were no sooner in the Pound, but down goes the Portcullis, and away scampered the wolfs to the Gate, upon the Noise of the Fall on't. When they saw that there was no getting out again, where they ●…ame in, and that upon Hunting the whole Field over, there was no Possibility of making an Escape, they fell by Consent upon the Wolf that drew them In, and Tore him all to Pieces.  

The MORAL.  
Any Man that has but Eyes in his Head, and looks well about him, will find this Exploit of the Wolves, to be no more than the common Practice of Vindictive Flesh and Blood, on the One Hand, and the common Fate of public Incendiaries on the Other.   

REFLECTION.  
'TIS with Men, as 'tis with Beasts, in the Case of this Wolf. We do naturally Hate the Instruments of our Ruin: And it matters not much neither, as to the Event of the thing, whether it be by Chance or by Choice; for it seldom succeeds better, where the Advice or the Instigation of One Man, draws on the Destruction of Many. There's a Great Difference 'tis true, betwixt the Works of Malice, and those of Misadventure, but the Mischief is still the same; for he that's Undone, is equally Undone, whether it be by a Spitefulness of Forethought, or by the Folly of Oversight, or Evil Counsel. The Wolf at the Staks, had no Design upon his Brethren in the Woods; and the Wolves in the Wood had as little Design upon their Brother at the Stake; but One was in Distress, and called out for Help, while the other Associated, and came in to his Relief. But after they were once In, they were all involved in the same Common Fate: And when the Herd found themselves hampered, and that they could not gain their Ends, they came to a Resolution, One and All, in a Generous Indignation to take their Revenge. The Freak of the French Farce comes as Pat as is possible to the Earnest of this Moral: The Plot of it was a Grammar-School; the Master setting his Boys their Lessons, and their Exercises, and a Loobily Country Fellow putting in for a part among the Scholars. Well, says the Master, I am just going out of Town for Four or Five Days, wherefore Pray'e be sure ye be Good Boys, till I come back again; and so he took Horse and away. He had no sooner turned his Back, but there were they at it Helter Skelter, throwing Books at one another's Heads, and Playing such Reaks, as if Hell were broke lose among 'em. In this very Interim, the Master Bolts in upon them, and surprises them: In short, he inquires into the Riot, and takes the whole School to Task One by One, about the Occasion of this Uproar. I'd have been Quiet, says One, if it had not been for Him; and I'd ha' been Quiet, says tother, if he'd ha' let me Alone. So that in fine, (all Pointing at the same Person,) the Poor Country Fellow was taken up and lashed upon the Stage, and all the rest Forgiven.    

FAB. CCCCC. A Miller and a Rat.  
A Miller took a Huge overgrown Rat in his Meal Tub; and there was He laying the Law to him about the Lewdness of his Life and Conversation, and the Abominable Sin of Stealing; but your Thieving says he, is now come Home to ye, and I shall e'en leave Honest Puss here to reckon with ye for all your Rogueries. Alas Sir, says the Poor Rat, I make no Trade on't; and the Miserable Pittance that I take, is only from Hand to Mouth, and out of Pure Necessity to keep Life and Soul together: As the Rat Pleaded Hunger on the One Hand, the Miller threw the Matter of Conscience and Honesty in his Teeth on the Other, and preached to him upon the Topick of a Political Convenience, in making such Pilfering Knaves Examples for the Public Good. Well, Sir, says the Rat once again, but pray will you Consider for your own sake, that this is your own Case; and that You and I are both Corn Merchants, and of the same Fraternity; Nay, and that for One Grain that I take, you take a Thousand. This is not Language, cries the Miller, in a Rage, for an Honest Man to Bear; but the best on't is Sirrah, Your Tongue's no Slander: So he turned the Cat lose upon him to do that which we call in the World an Execution of justice..  

The MORAL.  
'Tis a piece of Market Policy, for People of a Trade to bear hard One upon another, when it comes once to the Question betwixt a Couple of Knaves, which is the Honester Man of the Two.   

REFLECTION.  
THERE are no Greater Atheists under the Sun, than that sort of People th●…t Distinguishes itself from other Men by the Name of the Godly, and the Ungodly Party: No Arranter Hypocrites in Hell, than those that told the Sons of Levi they took too much upon them, but that the Congregation was Holy Every Man of 'em, and the Lord was among them. Divine Vengeance cut them off we see, Flagranti Crimine, for the Earth opened her Mouth and swallowed them up, Them and their whole Party, and they went down Alive into the Pit. No People so Unmerciful to Poor Little Whores, and thiefs, as Rich Great Ones. The Griping Usurer Inveighs against Extortion; Church-Robbers against Sacrilege; the most Insupportable of Tyrants, Exclaim against the Exercise of Arbitrary Power; and none so Fierce against the Sin of Rebellion, as the most Execrable of Traitors Themselves. Thus we find it in these Instances; and the same Pharisaical Spirit runs through the whole Roll of our Darling Iniquities. The Miller is brought in here Preaching against Stealing; and it is upon the whole Matter an Unaccountable Truth, that we do all Naturally pretend the Greatest Aversion to that Lewdness in Another, which we most Indulge in ourselves. This is it that we call Crying Whore First; as if the Impudence of outfacing the Wickedness, were some sort of atonement for the Scandal of it.    
FINIS.