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Rh after that, Endure the fight of a Pitol. Now there's no more in all this, then what’s Natural, Reaonable and Familiar.

Bungling Cobler that was ready to Starve at his own Trade, changes his Quarter, and ets up for a Doctor; and by the Force of Sour Looks, and Hard Words, Conjures himelf into ome ort of Reputation with the Common People. His Mater-piece was a Compoition that he Bill'd about, under the Name of a Sovereign Antidote. This Phyician came in time to fall Sick himelf, and the Governor of the Place gave him a Viit. He calls for a Cup, and a Doe of his Antidote, puts a little Fair Water in't, under a Pretence of o much Poion; tirs it together, and gives it his Patient. This (ays he) is only to try the Force of your Medicine; and if you outlive it, I'le give ye a coniderable Sum of Mony for your Receit. The poor Quack had more care of his Life then of his Credit, and o for fear of being Poyond, told the whole Truth of the Matter, and how he came co be a Phyician. The Governour upon this Dicovery, call'd the People together, and bad them conider the Folly and Madnes of their Confidence, that would venture the Patching up of their Carcaes, upon the Skill of an Ignorant Fellow, that no body that knew him would trut o much as with the Mending of a pair of Old Shoes.

Fable can be Pleaant, Profitable or Intrutive in Emblem, that is not drawn to the very Life of Nature; and we have a Horror for the Montrous Productions of the Brain, as well as for thoe of the Body. Wherefore the Tet of an Editying Parable, is a Congruity of the Moral to the Lines of Practice, and to the Image of Truth. The Reemblance mut be Touching, and a Man mut have a Feeling of it to be Mov'd with it, 'Tis never right, 'till I can ay to my elf, How many Intances have I een in the World of this Cobler turn’d Doctor? How many Underlayers,