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Rh Nay there are Fanarons in the Tryals of Witt too, as well as in Feates of Arms, and none o forward to Engage in Arguument, or Dicoure, as Thoe that are leat able to go thorough with it. In One Word for All, the whole Race of Bawling, Fluttering Noddyes, by what Name or Title oever Dignify'd or Ditinguih’d, are a kin to the As in This Fable.

Gardners Dog dropt into a Well, and his Mater let himelf 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 Mater went his Way upon't, and e'en Left him as he Found him. Nay (ays he) I'm well enough Servd, to take o much pains for the Saving of One that is Reolvd to make away Himelf.

{{c|{{fine|The {{sc|Moral.}}}}

{{hi|{{fine|Obligations and Benefits are Cat away upon Two orts of People; Thoe that do not Undertand them, and Thoe that are not enible of them.}}}}

{{c|{{fine|REFLEXION.}}}}

{{fine|THERE’s No Fatening an Obligation upon Thoe that have neither Jutice, Gratitude, nor Good Faith; and it is the ame Cae in Effect, with Thoe that do not Undertand when they are Well-Us'd: From whence we may Inferr This Doctrine, that Fools and Knaves, are Not Company for Honet Men. The Coure and Violent Part of the Common People have much in them of This Currs Humour. They Plunge themelves into Difficulties by Mi{{ls}}taking their Way, and then fly in the face of Tho{{ls}}e that would Set them Right again. In This Oppo{{ls}}ition to Duty and Di{{ls}}eretion, they Pur{{ls}}ue their Errors, ‘till in the End, they are left to the Fate of their Own Madne{{ls}}s and Folly; and Con{{ls}}equently Peri{{ls}}h withour Any Hope, or Means of Pity or Redre{{ls}}s, The Gard’ner would have {{ls}}av’d his Dog from Drowning, and the Curr bit his Ma{{ls}}ter by the fingers for his pains.}}

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{{c|A {{bl|Sow}} and a {{bl|Dog}}.}}

{{di|T}}HERE pa{{ls}}s'd {{ls}}ome Hard Words betwixt a Sow and a Dog, and the Sow {{ls}}wore by Venus, that {{ls}}he'd Tear his Guts out, if he did not Mend his Manners. Ay, {{ls}}ays the Dog, You do well to call upon her for Your Patrone{{ls}}s, that will not {{ls}}o much as Endure any Creature about her that Eates Swines Fle{{ls}}h. Well ({{ls}}ays the Sow) and That's a Token of her Love, to Hate Any thing that hurts me; but for Dogs Fle{{ls}}h, ‘tis good neither Dead, nor Living. {{nop}} {{continues|The}}