_Fishing_ in Troubled _Waters_.
A _Fisher Man_ had Order’d his Net, for a Draught, and still as he was
gathering it up, he Dash’d the Water, to Fright the Fish into the Bag.
Some of the Neighbourhood that look’d on, told him he did ill to muddle
the Water so, and Spoil their Drink. Well (says he) But I must either
Spoil your Drink, or have Nothing to Eat my self.
The MORAL.
_There’s no Engaging the Mobile in a Sedition, till their Heads are so
muddled first with Frights and Visions, That they can neither See, Hear,
nor Understand._