A Man that had made himself a very Fine Garden, was so Pester'd with a Hare, among his Roots, his Plants, and his Flowers, that away goes he immediately to his Landlord, (a great Huntsman it seems) and tells him a Lamentable Story of the Havock that this poor Hare had made in his Grounds. The Gentleman takes Pity of his Tenant, and early the next Morning goes over to him with all his People and his Dogs about him: They call in the First Place for Breakfast, Eat up his Victuals, Drink him Dry, and Kiss his Pretty Daughter into the Bargain. So soon as they have done all the Mischief they can within Doors, out they march into the Gardens to Beat for the Hare: And there down with the Hedges; the Garden-stuff goes all to Wreck, and not so much as a Leaf scapes 'em to ward the Picking of a Sasllad. Well, (says the Gard'ner) this is the way of the World, where the Poor sue for Relief to the Great. My Noble Friend here has done me more Damage in the Civility and Respect of these Two Hours, than the uttermost Spite of the Hare could have done me in twice as many Ages.
Appeals are Dangerous from the Weaker to the Stronger, where the Remedy proves many times worse then the Disease.Source:
L'Estrange 387.
(not in Mille) (not in Perry)
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