A _Man_ Dreamt he found _Gold_.
A Man fancied in his _Sleep_ once, that he was carried by the Devil into
a Field to Dig for _Gold_, where he found a Great Treasure; so the Devil
advised him not to take it away with him at present, but rather to leave
some particular Mark upon the Place, that he might find it another time.
What Mark? says the _Dreamer_. E’en down with your Breeches, quoth the
Devil, and lay your Tail there; my Life for yours, do but keep your own
Councel, and no Body will look for Gold in that Place. The Fellow did as
he was bid, and when he Wak’d, he found that his Dream was out.
The MORAL.
_He that Consents to deal with the Devil for Money in his Sleep, ’tis to
be fear’d he would do it Waking too, if it lay fair for his Hand._