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 Yoak of Oxen; ſo up to ‘em he goes preſently; Heark ye Friends, ſays he, are yon 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 Ty'd to a Tree, and ask'd him the ſame queſtion; No, ſays the Horſe, I am no Man my Self, but he that Bridled and Saddled me, and ty'd me up here, He's a Man. He goes after this, to one that was Cleaving of Blocks. Dye hear, fays 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: VVhy 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 Streight 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, fays he, This had never been, if I had follow'd your Advice.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
