A _Dog_ and a _Wolfe_.
There was a Hagged Carrion of a _Wolfe_, and a Jolly Sort of a Gentile
_Dog_, with Good Flesh upon’s Back, that fell into Company together
upon the King’s High-Way. The _Wolfe_ was wonderfully pleas’d with his
Companion, and as Inquisitive to Learn how he brought himself to That
Blessed State of Body. Why, says the _Dog_, I keep my Master’s House from
Thieves, and I have very Good Meat, Drink, and Lodging for my pains. Now
if you’ll go along with Me, and do as I do, you may fare as I fare. The
_Wolfe_ Struck up the Bargain, and so away they Trotted together: But as
they were Jogging on, the _Wolfe_ spy’d a Bare Place about the _Dog’s_
Neck, where the Hair was worn off. Brother (says he) how comes this I
prethee? Oh, That’s Nothing, says the _Dog_, but the Fretting of my
_Collar_ a little. Nay, says T’other, if there be a _Collar_ in the Case,
I know Better Things then to sell my Liberty for a Crust.
The MORAL.
_We are so Dazzel’d with the Glare of a Splendid Appearance, that we can
hardly Discern the Inconveniences that Attend it. ’Tis a Comfort to have
Good Meat and Drink at Command, and Warm Lodging: But He that sells his
Freedom, for the Cramming of his Gutt, has but a hard Bargain of it._