There happen’d a Contest betwixt a _Fox_ and a _Crocodile_, upon the
Point of Bloud and Extraction. The _Crocodile_ Amplify’d Wonderfully upon
his Family, for the Credit of his Ancestors. Friend (says the _Fox_,
smiling upon’t) there will need no Herald to Prove your Gentility; for
you carry the Marks of Your Original in Your very Skin.
The MORAL.
_Great Boasters and Lyars have the Fortune still some way or other to
Disprove themselves._