A _Sheep_ picks a _Quarrel_ with a _Shepherd_.
A _Sheep_ that was to be shorn, took it very Ill of the _Shepherd_ that
he should not satisfie himself with the Milk she gave him, without
stripping her of her Wool too. The _Shepherd_, upon This, without any
more Words, took one of her _Lambs_ in a Rage, and put it to _Death_.
Well, says the _Sheep_, and now y’ave done your Worst I hope: No, says
the _Shepherd_, when That’s done, I can Cut your _Throat_ too, if I have
a Mind to’t, and throw ye to the _Dogs_, or to the Wolves at pleasure.
The _Sheep_ said not One Word more, for fear of a Worse Mischief to come.
The MORAL.
_When People will not Submit to Reason by Fair Means, they must be
brought to’t by Foul._