A _Country-man_ and _Hercules_.
A _Carter_ that had laid his Wagon Fast in a Slough, stood Gaping and
Bawling to as many of the Gods and Goddesses as he could Muster up, and
to _Hercules_ Especially, to Help him out of the Mire. Why ye Lazy Puppy
you, says _Hercules_, lay your Shoulder to the Wheel, and Prick your Oxen
first, and _Then_’s your Time to Pray. Are the Gods to do your Drudgery,
d’ye think, and you lie Bellowing with Your Finger in your Mouth?
The MORAL.
_Men in Distress must Work as well as Pray, they shall be never the
Better else._