A _Wolfe_ and a _Sick Ass_.
There was a certaine _Wolfe_, that in a Qualm of Wonderful Charity, made
a Visit to an _Ass_, that lay ill of a Violent Fever. He felt his Pulse
very Gingerly; And, pray, my Good Friend, says he, Whereabouts is your
Greatest Pain? Oh, Gently, says the _Ass_; for it Pricks me just there
still where you lay your Finger.