A _Dog_ and a _Lyon_.
What a Miserable Life dost thou lead, says a _Dog_ to a _Lyon_, to run
Starving up and down thus in Woods and Deserts, without either Meat, or
Ease: I am Fat and Fair you see, and it Costs me neither Labour, nor
Pains. Nay, says the _Lyon_, you have many a Good Bit no Doubt on’t; but
then like a Fool you subject your self to the Clogs and Chains that go
along with it: But for my Own Part, let him serve that serve Can, and
serve Will, I’ll Live and Die Free.
The MORAL.
_That Man deserves to be a Slave, that Sacrifices his Liberty to his
Appetite._