A _Wolfe_, a _Lamb_, and a _Goat_.
As a _Lamb_ was following a Goat, Up comes a _Wolfe_, wheedling, to get
him aside, and make a Breakfast of him: Why what a Fool art thou, says
the _Wolfe_; that may’st have thy Belly full of Sweet Milk at Home, to
leave thy _Mother_ for a Nasty Stinking _Goat_! Well, says the _Lamb_,
but my Mother has Plac’d me here for my Security; and you’d fain get me
into a Corner to Worry me. Pray’e, which of the Two am I to Trust to Now?
The MORAL.
_Where there’s the Order of a Parent on the One side, and the Advice of
an Ill Man, and a Profess’d Enemy, on the Other, in Opposition to That
Command; Disobedience would be Undoubtedly the Ready Way to Destruction._