A _Lyon_, _Ass_, and _Fox_.
As an _Ass_ and a _Fox_ were together upon the Ramble, a _Lyon_ Meets
them by the Way. The _Fox_’s Heart went _Pit-a-Pat_; but however to make
the Best of a Bad Game, he sets a Good Face on’t, and up he goes to the
_Lyon_, Sir, says he; I am come to Offer Your Majesty a Piece of Service,
and I’ll Cast my self upon Your Honour for my Own Security. If you have
a Mind to my Companion, the _Ass_ here,’tis but a Word Speaking, and You
shall have him Immediately. Let it be Done then, says the _Lyon_. So the
_Fox_ Trepann’d the _Ass_ into the Toyl, and the _Lyon_, when he found
he had Him sure, began with the _Fox_ Himself, and after that, for his
Second Course, made up his Meal with the Other.
The MORAL.
_We Love the Treason, but we hate the Traytor._