A _Father_ and his _Sons_.
A Countryman that liv’d Handsomly in the World Himself upon his Honest
Labour and Industry, was desirous his Sons should do so After Him; and
being now upon his Death-Bed: [My Dear Children (says he) I reckon my
self Bound to tell you before I depart, that there is a Considerable
Treasure Hid in my _Vineyard_. Wherefore pray be sure to Dig, and search
Narrowly for’t when I am gone.] The _Father_ Dyes, and the _Sons_ fall
immediately to Work upon the _Vineyard_. They turn’d it up over and over,
and not one Penny of Mony to be found there; but the Profit of the Next
Vintage Expounded the Riddle.
The MORAL.
_Good Councel is the Best Legacy a Father can leave to a Child, and it is
still the Better, when it is so wrapt up, as to beget a Curiosity as well
as an Inclination to follow it._