_Large Promises._
There was a Poor Sick Man, that according to the Course of the World,
when Physicians had given him over, betook himself to his Prayers, and
Vow’d a Sacrifice of a Thousand Oxen ready down upon the Nail, to either
_Apollo_, or _Æsculapius_, which of the Two would deliver him from This
Disease. Ah my Dear (says his Wife) Have a care what You Promise; for
where would you have These Oxen if you should Recover? Sweet Heart (says
he) thou talk’st like a Fool. Have the Gods Nothing else to do, dost
think, than to leave their Bus’ness, and come down to Sue me in an Action
of Debt? They Restor’d him however for that Bout, to make Tryal of his
Honesty and Good Faith. He was no sooner up, but for want of Living Oxen,
he made out his Number upon Paste, and Offer’d them up in Form upon an
Altar. For this Mockery, Divine Vengeance pursu’d him, and he had an
Apparition come to him in a Dream, that bad him go and Search in such a
Place near the Coast, and he should find a Considerable Treasure; Away he
went, and as he was looking for the Mony fell into the Hands of Pyrates.
He begg’d hard for his Liberty, and Offer’d a Thousand Talents of Gold
for his Ransome; but they would not Trust him, and so he was carried
away, and sold afterwards as a Slave for as many Groats.
The MORAL.
The Dev’ll was Sick, the Dev’ll a Monk would be;
The Dev’ll was Well, the Dev’ll a Monk was He.