An _Old Dog_ and his _Master_.
An _Old Dog_, that in his Youth had led his _Master_ many a Merry Chase,
and done him all the Offices of a Trusty Servant, came at last, upon
falling from his Speed and Vigor, to be Loaden at every turn with Blows
and Reproches for’t. Why Sir, (says the _Dog_) My Will is as Good as ever
it was; but my Strength and my Teeth are gone; and you might with as good
a Grace, and Every jot as much Justice, Hang me up because I’m _Old_, as
Beat me because I’m _Impotent_.
The MORAL of the Two FABLES above.
_The Reward of Affection and Fidelity must be the Work of another World:
Not but that the Conscience of Well Doing is a Comfort that may pass for
a Recompence even in This; in Despite of Ingratitude and Injustice._