A _Fox_ and a _Cock_.
A Hungry _Fox_ that had got a _Cock_ in his Eye, and could not tell how
to come at him; cast himself at his Length upon the Ground, and there
he lay winking and pinking as if he had Sore Eyes. Ah, (says he to the
_Cock_) I have gotten a Thorn here, with Creeping through a Hedge t’other
Day; ’twould be the greatest Charity in the World, if you would but
help me out with it. Why truly, says the _Cock_, I am no Oculist, and
if I should go to _Help one Eye_, and _put out T’other_ with my _Spur_,
we should have but an Untoward Business on’t; but if you are not in
very great Hast, I can fly Home in a Trice, and bring ye One that shall
certainly Cure ye. The _Fox_ finding ’twas all but _Banter_: _Well_,
(says he,) _’tis no Great Matter then; for the more Physicians, the more
Danger, they say_.
The MORAL.
_Shuffling and Fencing, is in many Cases both Allowable and Necessary:
Especially where Craft is to be Encounter’d with Craft._