The _Owl_ and the _Sun_.
There was a Pinking Owl once upon a very Bright and a Glorious Morning,
that sate Sputtering at the _Sun_, and ask’d him what he meant to stand
Staring her in the _Eyes_ at that _Rate_. Well, says the _Sun_, but if
_your Eyes_ will not bear the _Light_, what’s your Quarrel to _my Beams_
that _Shed_ it? Do you think it a Reasonable Thing that the whole World
should be Depriv’d of the Greatest Blessing in Nature, to Gratifie the
Folly, the Arrogance and the Infirmity of One Sot?
The MORAL.
_There is nothing so Excellent, or so Faultless, but Envy and Detraction
will find somewhat to say against it._