A _Fool_ and a _Sieve_.
An Innocent found a Sieve, and presently fell to Stopping the Holes,
which he call’d Mending it. When he had been Puzzling a good while about
it, he threw’t away in a Rage: I shall never make any thing on’t, says
he, for I don’t know which I am to Stop, and which to leave Open.
The MORAL.
_It fares with the Pragmatical sort of State-Menders, much as it did
with this Sieve-Mender: They do not like things as they are, neither do
they understand how they should be. But they are for Change however at
a Venture; and when they have once put Matters out of Order, there’s no
setting them to Rights again._