A _Husbandman_ and _Ceres_.
A Certain _Farmer_ complain’d that the Beards of his Corn Cut the Reapers
and the Thrashers Fingers sometimes, and therefore he desired _Ceres_
that his Corn might grow hereafter without Beards. The Request was
Granted, and the Little Birds Eat up all his Grain. Fool that I was (says
he) rather to lose the Support of my Life, then venture the Pricking of
my Servants Fingers.
The MORAL.
_There must be no Refining upon the Works of Providence; for He that
thinks to Mend them, Forfeits his Right to the Blessing and Benefit of
them._