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Abstemius's's FABLES.
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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 learnt 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 Paſport, 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 Moraliz’d by a Famous Councel 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 Teu more and Pugnalo FIFTITER, In forma Pauperis is no good Lawyers Latin. Kin’red are no Wellcome 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 mutt.



Fab. CCCXLI.

A Weak Young Man and a Wolfe.

A Creeping Young Fellow that had Committed Matrimony with a Brisk Gameſome Laſs, was ſo Alter'd 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 paſs'd by him upon the Chace of a Wolfe that led 'em That VVay. WVVhy how comes it (ſays he) that you don’t Catch That Wolfe? They told him that he was too Nimble for 'em. VVell (ſays he) If My VVife had the Ordering of him ſhe’d Spoil his Footmanhhip.

The MORAL.

Marriage they ſay Breeds Cares and Cuckolds.

REFLEXION.

FLESH and Bloud is but Fleſh and Bloud; and the Indulging of Inordinate Appetites is the Ruine 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 Plung'd into an Irrevocable State of Miſery, he has but a Cold bus'neſs 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 Wolfe, in One Senſe, or the Wolfe with his Wife in Another.


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