When the cheese she let fall,
And the fox ran away with the prize.
MORAL
Ye innocent fair,
Of coxcombs beware,
To flattery never give ear;
Try well each pretense,
And keep to plain sense,
And then you have little to fear.
Little B. (Taylor?)
When the cheese she let fall,
And the fox ran away with the prize.
Ye innocent fair,
Of coxcombs beware,
To flattery never give ear;
Try well each pretense,
And keep to plain sense,
And then you have little to fear.
Little B. (Taylor?)