A _Bladder_ with _Beans_ in’t.
In the Days of _Adam_, when (as the Story says,) the World had here
and there a Shrew in’t, it fell to the Lot of a certain Philosopher to
have one of those Smart Lasses to his Wife: The Evil Spirit was often
up with her; and never had any Quack or Operator so many Receipts for
the Tooth-Ach, or a Quartan Ague as he had Spells offer’d him for the
Laying of it again: But when he found that neither Saying Much, Little,
or Nothing: neither Choler nor Patience; neither Going nor Staying, would
do any Good upon her, he Betook himself to _a Bladder of Beans_, and the
shaking of that Bladder when the Fit was upon her, without One Syllable
speaking, was at any time a Present Cure.
The MORAL.
_There’s no way like Raising one Devil to Cast out another; For there
Must be no Answering of Noise, Folly and Reviling, in the Same Kind._