The _Birds_ and _Beetles_.
The _Birds_ were in a Terrible Fright once, for fear of Gunshot from the
_Beetles_. And what was the Bus’ness, but the little Balls of Ordure that
the _Beetles_ had Rak’d together, the _Birds_ took for _Bullets_: But a
_Sparrow_ in the Company, that had more Wit then his Fellows, bad ’em
have a Good Heart yet, for how shall they reach us in the Air, says he,
with Those Pellets, that they can hardly Roll upon the Ground.
The MORAL.
_Many People apprehend Danger where there’s None, and reckon themselves
sure where there Is, for want of taking the True Measure of Things, and
laying Matters Rightly together._