A _Wolfe_ and a _Kid_.
A _Wolfe_ spy’d out a Straggling _Kid_, and pursu’d him. The _Kid_ found
that the _Wolfe_ was too Nimble for him, and so turn’d and told him: I
perceive I am to be Eaten, and I would gladly Die as Pleasantly as I
could: Wherefore, Pray give me but One Touch of your Pipe before I go to
Pot. The _Wolfe_ Play’d and the _Kid_ Danc’d, and the Noise of the _Pipe_
brought the _Dogs_ in upon him. Well (says the _Wolfe_) This ’tis when
People will be Meddling out of their Profession. My Bus’ness was the Play
the _Butcher_, not the _Piper_.
The MORAL.
_When a Crafty Knave is Infatuated, any Silly Wretch may put Tricks upon
him._