A _Miser_ and _Rotten Apples_.
There was a Stingy Narrow-hearted Fellow, that had a great deal of Choice
Fruit in his Ground, but had not the Heart to touch any of it till it
began to be Rotten. This Man’s Son would every foot and anon be taking
some of his Companions into the Orchard with him. Look ye says he, That’s
an Excellent Apple, and here’s a Delicate sort of Plum. Gather and Eat
what you will of these, provided you don’t Meddle with any of the Rotten
Ones: For my Father (you must know) keeps them for his own Eating.
The MORAL.
_This is to set forth the Wicked and the Scandalous Wretchedness of
Avarice, that rather then make use of the Bounties of Providence in their
Season, suffers them to lye by and Perish._