A _Young Droll_ and a _Crooked Old Man_.
A _Gibing Young Knave_ happen’d to meet an _Old Man_, whose Age and
Infirmity had brought his Body to the Shape of a Bent Bow. Pray Father
(says he) will you sell your Bow? Save your Money ye Fool you, says
T’other; for when You come to my Years, you shall have such a Bow for
Nothing.
The MORAL.
_He that would not live to be Old, had best be Hang’d when he’s Young._