A _Fryar_, a _Laique_ and a _Wolf_.
A Certain _Mendicant_ (one of those that beg in the Name of St.
_Anthony_,) contracted with a Country Fellow for such a quantity of Corn
to Ensure his Sheep, and his Husbandry for that Year. The Man depended
so absolutely upon this Security, that he e’en left his Sheep to look to
themselves; and the Wolf picked up I know not how many of them. This past
on, ’till the Holy Brother came for his next Years Provision. Yes, says
the Clown, You’re a Trusty Spark indeed, to take Charge of my Sheep, and
then let the _Wolf_ Eat them all; your Promises are not worth a Fart,
and I’ll have no more to do with you. Ah! that same Villanous _Wolf_,
says the Religious! Indeed you must have a care of him, for he’s e’en so
wicked a Beast, that he shall not only Deceive St. _Anthony_, but St.
_Anthony_’s _Master_ himself too, if he had it in his Power.
The MORAL.
_All Promises are either broken or kept._