A _Fox_ and _Wolf_.
An Unlucky _Fox_ dropt into a Well, and cry’d out for Help: A _Wolf_
overheard him, and looks down to see what the Matter was. Ah, (says
_Reynard_,) Pray lend me your Hand Friend, or I’m lost else. _Poor
Creature!_ says the Wolf, _Why how comes this about? Prithee how long
hast thou been here? Thou canst not but be mighty Cold sure._ Come, come,
this is no Time for Fooling, says the Fox; set me upon _Terra Firma_
first, and then I’ll tell ye the History.
The MORAL.
_When a Man is in Misery, there must be no Trifling in the Case. ’Tis a
Barbarous Humour to stand Bantering out of Season. ’Tis no Time or Place
for Raillery, when a Life’s at Stake._