A Wolf spy’d out a Stragling Kid, and pursu’d him. The Kid found that the Wolf was too Nimble for him, and so turn’d and told him: I perceive I am to be Eaten, and I would die as pleasantly as I could: Wherefore, pray give me but one Touch of your Pipe before I go to Pot. The Wolf Play’d, and the Kid Danc’d, and the Noise of the Pipe brought the Dogs in upon him. Well (says the Wolf) this ‘tis when People will be Meddling out of their Profession. My Bus’ness was to play the Butcher, not the Piper.
When a Crafty Knave is Infatuated, any Silly Wretch may put Tricks upon him.