A _Young Man_ and a _Swallow_.
A _Prodigal Young Fellow_ that had sold his Cloths to his very Shirt,
upon the Sight of a Swallow that came before her Time, made Account that
Summer was now at Hand, and away went That too. There happen’d after
This, a Fit of Bitter Cold Weather, that almost starv’d both the _Bird_,
and the _Spendthrift_. Well (says the Fellow to Himself) This Sot of a
_Swallow_ has been the Ruin of us Both.
The MORAL.
_Extraordinary Cases are Excepted out of the General Rules of Life:
So that Irregular Accidents and Instances are not to be drawn into
President._