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S a Stag was Drinking upon the Bank of a Clear Stream, he aw his Image in the Water, and Enter'd into This Contemplation upon't. Well! ays he, If Thee Pityful Shanks of mine were but Anwerable to this Branching Head, I can but think how I mould Defy All my Enemies. The Words were hardly out of his Mouth, but he Dicover'd a Pack of Dogs coming full-Cry towards him. Away he Scours cros the Fields, Cats off the Dogs, and Gains a Wood; but Preing thorough a Thicket, the Bullies held him by the Horns, till the Hounds came in, and Pluck'd him Down. The Lat Thing he aid was This. What an Unhappy Fool was I, to Take my Friends for my Enemies, and my Enemies for my Friends! I Truted to my Head, that has Betray'd me, and I found fault with my Leggs, that would otherwie have brought me off.