Fab. CLXIII.
A Boy and Cockles.
SOme People were Roaſting of Cockles, and they Hiſs'd in the Fire. Well (ſays a block-headed Boy) Theſe are Villanous Creatures ſure, to Sing when their Houſes are a-fire over their Heads.
The MORAL.
Nothing can be Well that’s out of Seaſon.
REFLEXION.
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, then the Humour of Inſulting over the Miſerable; Nothing more Contrary to Humanity, and Common Senſe, then this Scandalous Way of Grinning and Jeering out of Seaſon. But a Childith Conceit does well enough out of the Mouth of a Fooliſh Boy; for it is but Congruous, that Silly People ſhould be pleas'd 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 T’other, When Two Friends are together, You muſt not ſay [I] have found it, but [WE] have found it. The Word was no ſooner Out, but immediately comes a Hue and Cry after a Gang of Thieves that had taken a Purſe upon the Road. Lord! Brother (ſays He that had the Bag) We ſhall be Utterly Undone.Oh Phy, ſays T'other, 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.
