A _Farmer_ and his _Dogs_.
A Certain _Farmer_ was put to such a Pinch in a Hard Winter for
Provisions, that he was forc’d to Feed Himself and his Family upon the
Main Stock. The Sheep went First to Pot; the Goats Next; and after
Them, the Oxen; and All Little enough to keep Life and Soul together.
The _Dogs_ call’d a Councel upon’t, and Resolv’d to shew their Master a
Fair pair of Heels for’t, before it came to be Their Turn; for, (said
they) after he has Cut the Throats of our Fellow Servants, that are so
Necessary for his Bus’ness, it cannot be Expected that he will ever Spare
us.
The MORAL.
_There’s No Contending with Necessity, and we should be very Tender how
we Censure Those that Submit to’t. ’Tis One thing to be at Liberty to do
what we Would do, and Another Thing to be Ty’d up to do what we Must._