A _Tyger_ and a _Fox_.
As a Huntsman was upon the Chase, and the Beasts flying before him;
Let Me alone, says a _Tyger_, and I’ll put an end to This War my self:
At which Word, he Advanced towards the Enemy in his Single Person. The
Resolution was no sooner Taken, but he found himself Struck through the
Body with an Arrow. He fasten’d upon it presently with his Teeth, and
while he was Trying to Draw it out, a _Fox_ Ask’d him, from what Bold
Hand it was that he Receiv’d This Wound. I know Nothing of That, says
the _Tyger_, but by the Circumstances, it should be a Man.
The MORAL.
_There’s No Opposing Brutal Force to the Stratagems of Humane Reason._