A _Father_ and his _Sons_.
It was the Hap of a very Honest Man to be the _Father_ of a Contentious
Brood of _Children_. He call’d for a Rod, and bad ’em Take it, and Try
One after Another with All their Force, if they could Break it. They
Try’d, and could not. Well (says he) Unbind it now, and take Every Twig
of it apart, and see what you can do That Way. They Did so, and with
Great Ease, by One and One, they snapt it all to pieces. This (says he)
is the True Emblem of Your Condition. Keep Together and Y’are Safe,
Divide, and Y’are Undone.
The MORAL.
_The Breach of Unity puts the World, and All that’s in’t, into a state
of War, and turns Every Man’s Hand against his Brother; but so long as
the Band holds, ’tis the Strength of All the Several Parts of it Gather’d
into One._