An _Old Tree_ Transplanted.
A Certain _Farmer_ had One Choice _Apple-Tree_ in his Orchard, that he
Valu’d above all the rest, and made his _Landlord_ Every Year a Present
of the Fruit on’t. He lik’d the Apples so very well, that Nothing would
serve Him but _Transplanting_ the _Tree_ into his Own Grounds. It
Wither’d presently upon the Removal, and so there was an End of both
Fruit and Tree together. The News was no sooner brought to the Landlord,
but he brake out into This Reflexion upon it: This comes, says he, of
_Transplanting_ an _Old Tree_, to Gratifie an Extravagant Appetite:
Whereas if I could have Contented myself with the fruit, and left my
Tenant the Tree still, All had been Well.
The MORAL.
_Nature has her Certain Methods and Seasons for the Doing of Every Thing,
and there must be no Trying of Experiments to put her out of her Course._