A _Fox_ and a _Weazle_.
A Slam, Thin-Gutted _Fox_ made a Hard Shift to Wriggle his Body into a
Hen-Roost, and when he had stuff’d his Guts well, he squeez’d hard to
get out again; but the Hole was too Little for him. There was a _Weazle_
a pretty way off, that stood Learing at him all This While. Brother
_Reynard_; (says he) Your Belly was Empty when you went In, and you must
e’en stay till Your Belly be Empty again, before you come Out.
The MORAL.
_Temperance keeps the Whole Man in Order, and in a Good Disposition,
either for Thought or Action, but the Indulging of the Appetite brings a
Clog, both upon the Body and Mind._