Nay there are Fanſarons in the Tryals of Witt too, as well as in Feates of Arms, and none ſo forward to Engage in Arguument, or Diſcourſe, as Thoſe that are leaſt able to go thorough with it. In One Word for All, the whole Race of Bawling, Fluttering Noddyes, by what Name or Title ſoever Dignify'd or Diſtinguiſh’d, are a kin to the Aſs in This Fable.
Fab. CLI.
A Gardiner and his Dog.
A Gardners Dog dropt into a Well, and his Maſter let himſelf down to Help him Out again. He reach'd forth his Hand to take hold of the Dog, and the Curr Snape him by the Fingers: For he thought ‘twas only to Duck him Deeper. The Maſter went his Way upon't, and e'en Left him as he Found him. Nay (ſays he) I'm well enough Servd, to take ſo much pains for the Saving of One that is Reſolvd to make away Himſelf.
{{c|The Moral.
REFLEXION.
THERE’s No Faſtening an Obligation upon Thoſe that have neither Juſtice, Gratitude, nor Good Faith; and it is the ſame Caſe in Effect, with Thoſe that do not Underſtand when they are Well-Us'd: From whence we may Inferr This Doctrine, that Fools and Knaves, are Not Company for Honeſt Men. The Courſe and Violent Part of the Common People have much in them of This Currs Humour. They Plunge themſelves into Difficulties by Miſtaking their Way, and then fly in the face of Thoſe that would Set them Right again. In This Oppoſition to Duty and Diſeretion, they Purſue their Errors, ‘till in the End, they are left to the Fate of their Own Madneſs and Folly; and Conſequently Periſh withour Any Hope, or Means of Pity or Redreſs, The Gard’ner would have ſav’d his Dog from Drowning, and the Curr bit his Maſter by the fingers for his pains.
Fab. CLII
A Sow and a Dog.
THERE paſs'd ſome Hard Words betwixt a Sow and a Dog, and the Sow ſwore by Venus, that ſhe'd Tear his Guts out, if he did not Mend his Manners. Ay, ſays the Dog, You do well to call upon her for Your Patroneſs, that will not ſo much as Endure any Creature about her that Eates Swines Fleſh. Well (ſays the Sow) and That's a Token of her Love, to Hate Any thing that hurts me; but for Dogs Fleſh, ‘tis good neither Dead, nor Living.
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