A _Nurse_ and a _Wolfe_.
As a _Wolfe_ was Hunting up and down for his Supper, he pass’d by a Door
where a Little Child was Bawling, and an Old Woman Chiding it. _Leave
your Vixen-Tricks_, says the _Woman_, _or I’ll throw ye to the Wolfe_.
The _Wolfe_ Over-heard her, and Waited a pretty While, in hope the
_Woman_ would be as good as her Word; but No Child coming, away goes the
_Wolfe_ for That Bout. He took his Walk the Same Way again toward the
Evening, and the Nurse he found had Chang’d her Note; for she was Then
Muzzling, and Cokesing of it. _That’s a Good Dear_, says she, _If the
Wolfe comes for My Child, We’ll e’en Beat his Brains out._ The _Wolfe_
went Muttering away upon’t. There’s No Meddling with People, says he,
that Say One Thing and Mean Another.
The MORAL.
_’Tis Fear more then Love that makes Good Men, as well as Good Children,
and when Fair Words, and Good Councel will not Prevail upon us, we must
be Frighted into our Duty._