An _Eagle_ and a _Pye_.
There was a Pert-Dapper Spark of a _Mag-Pye_, that fancy’d the Birds
would never be well Govern’d, till he Himself should come to sit at
the Helm. In This Freak he Petition’d the _Eagle_ to take him into the
Cabinet; For, says he, I have no Ill Turn of a Body for’t. I have my
Tongue, and my Heels at Command; and can make as much Noise and Bustle,
to as little purpose, as any He perhaps that flies between a Pair of
Wings. He was going on in the History of his Qualifications, when the
_Eagle_ Graciously told him, how sensible he was of the Volubility both
of his Tongue, and of his Manners, and so of his Faculties and Good
Breeding; but, says he, you are so Confoundedly given to Squirting up and
down, and Chattering, that the World would be apt to say, I had Chosen a
_Jack-Pudding_ for a _Prime Minister_.
The MORAL.
_Great Babblers, or Talkers, are a sort of People not fit either for
Trust, Bus’ness, or Conversation._