A _Fox_ and a _Sick Cock_.
A _Cock_ took his Bed upon a Fit of Sickness, and a _Fox_ of his Old
Acquaintance, gave him the Complement of a Visit, and Ask’d him how he
felt himself. Alas! says the _Cock_, I’m e’en ready to smother for want
of Breath; and if you’d be pleas’d but to stand off, and give me a Little
Fresh Air, I fancy I should be somewhat more at Ease.
The MORAL of the Two FABLES above.
_The Charity of our Death-Bed Visits from One to Another, is much at a
Rate (generally Speaking) with that of a Carrion Crow to a Sheep; we
smell a Carcase._