A _Cock_ and a _Fox-Case_.
There was a _Fox-Case_ set up near a _Hen-Roost_, to hold forth the
Doctrin of Terror and Example. A _Cock_ spy’d it, and scour’d away
from’t, as fast as his Legs and his Wings could carry him, and the
Birds hooted at him for’t. Hark ye my Masters, (says he,) there are
_Live-Foxes_ as well as _Dead_ Ones, by the Token one of ’em had me by
the Back but t’other day, and a Thousand Pound to a Nut-shell I had
never got off again. And pray tell me now, if any of you had but been in
my condition, whether the very Print of a _Foxes Foot_ would not have
started ye; and much more the Image of him in his _Skin_.
The MORAL.
_The Burnt Child Dreads the Fire._