The _Moon_ Begs a _New Gown_.
The _Moon_ was in a heavy Twitter once, that her _Cloaths_ never Fitted
her: Wherefore, Pray Mother, says She, let the Taylor take Measure of me
for a _New-Gown_. Alas Child, says the Mother, how is it possible to make
any one Garment to Fit a Body that appears every Day in a several Shape?
The MORAL.
_’Tis the Humour of many People, to be perpetually Longing for something
or other that’s not to be had._