A _Mouse_ in a _Chest_.
A _Mouse_ that was bred in a _Chest_, and had liv’d all her days there
upon what the Dame of the House laid up in’t, happen’d one time to drop
out over the Side, and to Stumble upon a very Delicious Morsel, as she
was Hunting up and down to find her way In again. She had no sooner the
Taste of it in her Mouth, but she brake out into Exclamations, what a
Fool she had been thus Long, to Perswade her self that there was No
Happiness in the World but in That Box.
The MORAL.
_A Contented Mind and a Good Conscience will make a Body Happy where-ever
he is._