A _Lark_ in a Net.
A Poor _Lark_ Enter’d into a Miserable Expostulation with a
_Bird-Catcher_, that had Taken her in his Net, and was just about to put
her to Death. Alas (says she) What am I to Dye for now? I am no Thief; I
have Stoln neither Gold, nor Silver; but for Making Bold with One Pitiful
Grain of Corn am I now to Suffer.
The MORAL.
_’Tis to no Purpose to stand Reasoning, where the Adversary is both Party
and Judge._