A _Wolfe_ and a _Sheep_.
A _Wolfe_ that lay Licking of his Wounds, and Extreamly Faint and Ill,
upon the Biting of a Dog, call’d out to a _Sheep_ that was passing
by, Hark ye Friend (says he) if thou wouldst but Help me to a Soup of
Water out of that same Brook there, I could make a Shift to get my self
somewhat to Eat. Yes, says the _Sheep_, I make no Doubt on’t; but when I
bring ye Drink, my Carcass shall serve ye for Meat to’t.
The MORAL.
_It is a Charitable and a Christian Office to Relieve the Poor and the
Distressed; but this Duty does not Extend to Sturdy Beggars, that while
they are Receiving Alms with One Hand, are ready to Beat out a Man’s
Brains with the Other._