A _Man_ and a _Wooden God_.
A _Man_ that had a Great Veneration for an _Image_ he had in his House,
found that the More he Pray’d to’t to Prosper him in the World, the
More he went down the Wind still. This put him into such a Rage, to
lie Dogging at his Prayers so Much, and so Long, to so Little Purpose,
that at last he Dasht the Head on’t to pieces against the Wall; and Out
comes a Considerable Quantity of Gold. Why This ’tis, says he, to Adore
a Perverse and Insensible Deity, that will do More for Blows then for
Worship.
The MORAL.
_Most People, Clergy as well as Laity, Accommodate their Religion to
their Profit, and reckon that to be the best Church that there’s most to
be got by._