Gard'ner, I am not to be Fool'd with a Parcel of Fair VVords: You have Nothing for Digging ‘tis True; but pray who ſet you at VVork? Is it for my Service dye think, to have my Plants and my Herbs torn up by the Roots? And what's your buſ'neſs at laſt, but by doing all you can for the filling of your own Belly, to leave me nothing to Eat?
Fab.. CCCCXLI.
A Man and a Weazle.
THere was a Weazle taken in a Trapp, and whether ſhe ſhould Dye or not, was the Point: The Maſter of the Houſe Charg’d her with heavy Miſdemeanors, and the Poor Vermine ſtood much upon her Innocence and Merit. Why ſays ſhe, I keep your Houſe clear of Mice. Well, ſays the Man, but you do't for your Own ſake, not for Mine. What work would they make in the Pantry and the Larder , (ſays ſhe) if it were not for me? And in the mean time (ſays the Maſter of the Houſe) You your Self devour the ſame things that they would have Eaten, Mice and All: But you would fain ſham it upon me, that you do me a Service, when in Truth you do mean Injury; and therefore you deſerve a double Death; Firſt, For the Fault it ſelf, and then for the Juſtification of it.
The Moral of the Two Fables above.
REFLEXION.