A _Smith_ and his _Dog_.
A _Blacksmith_ took Notice of a _Cur_ he had, that would be perpetually
Sleeping, so long as his Master was at his Hammer; but whenever he went
to Dinner, the _Dog_ would be sure to make One. So he Ask’d the _Dog_ the
Reason on’t. What’s the Meaning of it, says he, that so long as I’m at
the Forge, you are still taking your Nap; but so soon as my Chops begin
to Walk, yours must be Walking too for Company? There’s a Time to Sleep
(says the _Dog_) and a Time to Wake; and Every thing is Well done that is
done in Due Season.
The MORAL.
_All Creatures do Naturally look to the Main Chance; that is to say, the
Bus’ness of Food and Propagation._