An _Axe_ and a _Forrest_.
A Carpenter that had got the Iron-Work of an _Axe_ already, went to the
Next _Forrest_ to beg only so much Wood as would make a Handle to’t. The
Matter seem’d so small, that the Request was Easily Granted; but when
the Timber-Trees came to find that the Whole Wood was to be Cut down by
the Help of this Handle; _There’s No Remedy_, they cry’d, _but Patience,
when People are undone by their own Folly_.