One that had Lost his _Mony_ and _Cloaths_ at _Play_.
A Fellow that had lost his _Mony_ and _Cloaths_ at _Play_, stood
sniv’ling at a Tavern Door, to think what would become of him. One of his
Acquaintance came to him, and asked him what he Cry’d for? For _Nothing_
says he. How come you to Cry then, says t’other, if you have nothing to
Trouble you? Why for that very Reason, says he, because I have _Nothing_.
Now the one took it that he had no Reason to Cry, and the other meant
that he Cry’d because he had nothing left him.
The MORAL.
_Cautions are as Instructive as Precepts; the one shews us what we are
not to do, and the other what we are._