A _Cat_ and _Mice_.
As a Company of _Mice_ were Peeping out of their Holes for Discovery,
they spy’d a _Cat_ upon a Shelf; that lay and look’d so Demurely, as
if there had been neither Life nor Soul in her. Well (says one of the
_Mice_) That’s a Good Natur’d Creature, I’ll Warrant her; One may read
it in her very Looks; and truly I have the Greatest Mind in the World to
make an Acquaintance with her. So said, and so done; but so soon as ever
_Puss_ had her within Reach, she gave her to Understand, that the Face is
not always the _Index_ of the Mind.
The MORAL.
_’Tis a Hard Matter for a Man to be Honest and Safe; for his very Charity
and Good Nature Exposes, if it does not Betray him._