Fab. CCCXVIII.
A Cat and Mice.
AS a Company of Mice were Peeping out of their Holes for Diſcovery, they ſpy’d a Cat upon a Shelf; that lay and look’d ſo Demurely, as if there had been neither Life nor Soul in her. Well (ſays one of the Mice) That's a Good Natur'd 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.
REFLEXION.
NO Treachery ſo Mortal, as That which Covers it ſelf under the Maſque of Sanctity. A Wolfe 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 oy 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 Bloud 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 Fighting.
FAB.
