An _Eagle_ sets up for a _Beauty_.
It was once put to the Question among the Birds, which of the whole Tribe
or sort of ’em was the greatest Beauty. The Eagle gave her Voice for her
self, and Carry’d it. Yes, says a Peacock in a soft Voice by the by, You
are a great Beauty indeed; but it lyes in your Beak, and in your Talons,
that make it Death to Dispute it.
The MORAL.
_The Veneration that is paid to Great and Powerful Men, is but_ from the
Teeth outward, _not from the Heart; and more out of Fear then Love_.