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A Countrey-fellow Thatching a House, had an arch Boy to serve him with Straw; now there comes by a great Hog, and turns up his Head, as is he were listening: says the Thatch∣er ••hen to the Boy, What does that Hog think now? O (says the Witty Rogue) I'll warrant you he's hatching
of Mischief. And while he was busie at his Work on the Ladder, the Boy hunted the Hog just towards it, and justling against it, down came the Lad∣der, and Man and all: Pox on you, says this Blockhead to the Hog, 'tis true as the honest Boy said, you were hatching of Mischief indeed; for I think my Shoul∣ders out: And if ever I thatch for any Body hereafter, I'll make my Bargain with them, that they shall all tye up their Hogs.