A _Priest_ and _Pears_.
A _Jolly Gutling Priest_, that was Invited to a Wedding-Dinner, Stumbled
upon a parcel of _Pears_ by the Way. The Man was sharp enough set to have
made a Breakfast of them, but so taken up with the thought of the Wedding
Chear, that he only Pist upon the _Pears_ in Contempt, and so went his
Way. He was to Cross a River it seems, but finding the Waters so High,
that there was No Passing, he was e’en glad to Trudge back again as Wise
as he came, and to make a Meal of Those very _Pears_ that he had _Pist_
upon and _Despis’d_.
The MORAL.
_Hunger’s the Best Sauce._