A Herds-Man that had lost a Calf out of his Grounds, sent up and down after it; and when he could get no Tidings on’t, he betook himself at last to his Prayers according to the Custom of the World, when People are brought to a Forc’d-Put. Great Jupiter (says he) Do but shew me the Thief that stole my Calf, and I’ll give thee a Kid for a Sacrifice. The Word was no sooner pass’d but the Thief appear’d; which was indeed a Lion. This Discovery put him to his Prayers once again. I have not forgotten my Vow, says he, but now thou hast brought me to the Thief, I’ll make the Kid a Bull, if thou’lt but set me Quit of him again.
We cannot be too Careful and Considerate what Vows and Promises we make; for the very Granting of our Prayers turns many times to our Utter Ruin.Source:
L'Estrange 200.
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