Fab. CCXLIII.
A Man and a Satyr.
THere was a Man and a Satyr that kept much together. The Man Clapt his Fingers one day to his Mouth, and Blew upon ‘em. What's That for? (ſays the Satyr) why ſays he, My Hands are Extream Cold,and I do't to VVarm 'em. The Satyr, at Another time, found This Man Blowing his Porridge: And pray, ſays he, What's the Meaning of That now? Oh! ſays the Man, My Porridge are Hot, and I do't to Cool em. Nay, ſays the Satyr, if you have gotten a Trick of Blowing Hot and Cold out of the ſame Mouth, I have e’en Done with ye.
The MORAL.
REFLEXION.
THE Moral of this Fable muſt be Abſtracted from the Philoſophy of it, and taken in the Senſe of carrying Two Faces under One hood. It ſets forth, however, the Simplicity of the Satyr in Not Underſtanding how Two ſuch Contrary Effects ſhould come from the ſame Lips: But it was Honeſtly done in him yet, to Renounce the Conyerſation of One that he took for a Double-Dealer; and that could Accommodate himſelf to make Fair with All Companies, and Occaſions, without any regard to Truth, or Juſtice. It was This Fable that gave Riſe tothe Old Adage of Blowing Hot and Cold; which is taken for the Mark and Character of a Diſſembler.
Fab. CCXLIV.
A Country-man and a Boar.
A Country-man took a Boar in his Corn once, and Cut off One of his Ears. He took him a Second Time, and cut off T’other. He took him a Third Time, and made a Preſent of him to his Landlord. Upon the Opening of his Head, they found he had no Brains, and Every body fell a Wond'ring, and Diſcourſing upon it. Sir, ſays the Clown, If This Boar had had any Brains, he would have taken the Loſsof
