the Pome of Honour and Quality. Twas [Wee] in the Perſons of the Fiſh Wives and the Broom-Men [Wee] again in the Reſolutions of Billingsgate, and Grub ſireet, that took upon them to Preſcribe in Matters of Religion and Government. [Wee] won't loſe our Religion, was the Cry of Every Ignorant Atheiſt. [Wee'l] ſtand up for our Properties was the Beggers Song that liv'd upon the Alms Basket. And [Wee] for our Liberties, cry the Slaves of All Times and Intereſts; Nay and None ſo ſtreight Lac'd as Common Cheats upon the Topique of Conſcience. And ſo it was [Wee] again in the Name of the Multitade that did Every thing that was thought Worth the Doing. Now if the Dregs of the People will be Opening, and Crying [Wee] to Every thing; the Mobile has a Wide Mouth, and there’s No Stopping it. But the Arrogance of the Rabbles Aſſuming at This Rate, is Nothing to the Meanneſs of their Superiors when they ſhall deſcend to keep ſuch Company; or to make uſe of ſuch Tools or Engines. 'Tis not half ſo bad tor the Apples to cry [Wee] Horſe-Turds, as it would be for Men of State, and Caball, to cry [Wee] Tinkers and Carr-Men. But This is a Suppoſition, not to Enter ſo much as into the Thought of any Man of Senſe or Honour. This Fable will alſo bear as Edifying, and as Pertinent a Moral, in the Inverſion, as it does the Other Way. Wee Rogues, on the One Hand, 1s Every jot as Emphatical, as Wee Princes, on the Other.
Fab. CXXXVI.
A Mole and her Dam.
MOther (ſays a Mole to her Damm) Here's a Strange Smell Methinks. And then ſhe was at it again, There's a Mulberry-Tree I perceive. And ſo a Third Time, What a Clattering of Hammers do I hear. Daughter ſays the Old One, You have now quite Betray'd your ſelf; for I thought You had Wanted only One Senſe, and now I find you want Three; for you can neither Hear nor Smell any more then you can See.
The MORAL.
REFLEXION.
