A _Stag_ with One Eye.
A _One-Eyed-Stag_ that was afraid of the Huntsmen at Land, kept a Watch
That Way with T’other Eye, and fed with his Blind Side still toward an
Arm of the Sea, where he thought there was no Danger. In this Prospect of
Security, he was Struck with an Arrow from a Boat, and so Ended his Days
with This Lamentation: Here am I destroy’d, says he, where I reckon’d my
Self to be Safe on the One Hand; and No Evil has befall’n me, where I
most Dreaded it, on the Other.
The MORAL.
_We are lyable to Many Unlucky Accidents that no Care or Foresight can
Prevent: But we are to provide however the Best we can against them, and
leave the Rest to Providence._