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Here goes a Story of a Fir-Tree, that in a Vain piteful Humour, was mightily upon the Pin of Commending it elf, and Depiing the Bramble. My Head (ays the Fir) is advanc'd among the Stars. I furnih Beams for Palaces. Mats for Shipping: The very Sweat of my Body is a Sovereign Remedy for the Sick and Wounded: Whereas the Racally Bramble runs creeping in the Dirt, and erves for No Purpoe in the World but Michief. Well, ays the Bramble (that Over-heard all This) You might have aid omewhat of your Own Misfortune, and to My Advantage too, if Your Pride and Envy would have uffer’d you to do it. Bur pray will you tell me however, when the Carpenter comes next with his Axe into the Wood to Fell Timber, whether you had not rather be a Bramble then a Fir-Tree.