A _Country-Fellow_ and a _River_.
A _Blockheaded Boy_ that was sent to Market with Butter and Cheese by the
Good Old Woman his Mother, made a stop at a Quick _River_ in the way,
and laid himself down upon the Bank there, till it should run out. About
Midnight, Home he goes to his Mother, with all his Market-Trade back
again. Why how now Son, says She, what have we here to do! Why Mother,
says this Booby, yonder’s a Scurvy _River_ that has been running all this
Day, and I staid till Just now for the Running of it out, and there ’tis
Running still. The Lord help thee Son, says the Good Woman, for thy Head
and mine will be laid many a Fair Day before this _River_ runs Dry.
The MORAL.
_We are not to Expect that Nature will Change her Course, to Gratifie the
Sickly Freak of every Fantastical Humour._