A _Fawn_ and a _Stag_.
A _Fawn_ was Reasoning the Matter with a _Stag_, why he should run away
from the _Dogs_ still; for, says he, you are Bigger and Stronger then
they. If you have a Mind to stand, y’are better Arm’d; and then y’are
Fleeter if you’ll Run for’t. I can’t Imagine what should make you so
Fearful of a Company of Pityful Curs. Nay, says the _Stag_, ’tis All True
that you say, and ’tis no more then I say to my self Many _Times_, and
yet whatever the Matter is, let me take up what Resolutions I please,
when I hear the _Hounds_ once, I cannot but betake my self to my Heels.
The MORAL.
_’Tis One thing to know what we ought to do, and Another thing to Execute
it; and to bring up our Practice to our Philosophy: He that is naturally
a Coward is not to be made Valiant by Councel._