A _Fox_ and _Grapes_.
There was a Time, when a _Fox_ would have Ventur’d as far for a Bunch
of _Grapes_, as for a Shoulder of _Mutton_, and it was a _Fox_ of Those
days, and That Palate, that stood Gaping under a Vine, and licking his
Lips at a most Delicious Cluster of Grapes that he had Spy’d out there;
He fetch’d a Hundred and a Hundred Leaps at it, till at last, when he was
as Weary as a Dog, and found that there was No Good to be done; _Hang
’em_ (says He) _they are as Sour as Crabs_; and so away he went, turning
off the Disappointment with a Jest.