No Man lives without Enemies, and no Enemy is so Despicable, but some
time or other he may do a Body a shrewd Turn. ’Tis Prudence to pass over
Those Indignities, which are either too Little for our Consideration,
or out of our Power to Reach, and Punish. For there’s Nothing more
Ridiculous, then an Impotent Anger, that spends it self to no manner of
Purpose; and there’s no Better way of Dealing with it, then to Laugh it
Out of Countenance. All Men in the World that we see Transported into
Outrages, for small Trivial Matters, fall under the _Innuendo_ of This
_Bull_ in the Fable, that ran Tearing Mad for the Pinching of a _Mouse_.