A _Daw_ with a _String_ at’s _Foot_.
A Country Fellow took a _Daw_, and ty’d a String to his Leg, and so gave
him to a Little Boy to Play withal. The _Daw_ did not much like his
Companion, and upon the First Opportunity gave him the Slip, and away
into the Woods again where he was Shackled and Starv’d. When he came
to Die, he Reflected upon the Folly of Exposing his Life in the Woods,
rather then Live in an Easie Servitude among Men.
The MORAL.
_’Tis Fancy, not the Reason of Things, that makes Life so Uneasie to us
as we Find it. ’Tis not the Place, nor the Condition; but the Mind Alone
that can make any Body Miserable or Happy._