A _Fowler_ and a _Black-Bird_.
As a _Fowler_ was Bending his Net, a _Black-Bird_ call’d to him at a
distance, and Ask’d him what he was doing. Why says he, I am laying the
Foundations of a City; and so the _Bird-man_ drew out of Sight. The
_Black-Bird_ Mistrusting Nothing, flew presently to the Bait in the Net,
and was taken; and as the Man came running to lay hold of her; Friend,
says the Poor _Black-Bird_, If this be Your Way of Building, You’ll have
but Few Inhabitants.
The MORAL.
_There is no Sham so Gross, but it will pass upon a Weak Man that is
Pragmatical, and Inquisitive._