after that, Endure the fight of a Piſtol. Now there's no more in all this, then what’s Natural, Reaſonable and Familiar.
Fab. CCCCI.
A Cobler Turn'd Doctor.
A Bungling Cobler 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 Maſter-piece was a Compoſition that he Bill'd 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'le give ye a conſiderable Sum of Mony for your Receit. The poor Quack had more care of his Life then of his Credit, and ſo for fear of being Poyſond, told the whole Truth of the Matter, and how he came co be a Phyſician. The Governour upon this Diſcovery, call'd the People together, and bad 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.
REFLEXION.
