Two _Young Men_ and a _Cook_.
_Two Young Fellows_ Slipt into a _Cook’s_ Shop, and while the Master was
Busie at his Work, One of them Stole a piece of Flesh, and Convey’d it to
the Other. The Master Miss’d it immediately, and Challeng’d them with the
Theft. He that Took it, Swore He had None on’t. And He that Had it, Swore
as Desperately that He did not Take it. The _Cook_ Reflecting upon the
Conceit: Well, My Masters, (says he) These Frauds and Fallacies may pass
upon Men; but there’s an Eye Above that sees through them.
The MORAL.
_There’s No Putting of Tricks upon an All-Seeing Power; as if He that
Made our Hearts, and knows Every Nook and Corner of them, could not see
thorough the Childish Fallacy of a Double-Meaning._