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A Peasant haveing been with his Confessor told him that he had eaten Eggs that Lent, and was reproved for it; forasmuch as Eggs made Chickens, Chickens Cocks, and Cocks Capons: a little while after this Confessor sent to him for some eggs, to set under an hen, and he sent them all boiled ve∣ry hard, The Curat being ignorant thereof, set them under his hen, but finding in almost a months time no production, he broke one of them and
found it hard, and so brake another, a third, a fourth, a fifth, till he had broken them all, and found them all as the first boiled. This so netled the Curate, that he instantly went to the Peasant to know the reason of this abuse; the Peasant excused himself, saying, he knew not what he meant; Why you fool, quoth the Curate, did you ever think that Chickens could be hatched out of hard Eggs? Why Father, so you told me, said he, the last Lent; for when I confessed to you that I had eaten eggs, you chid me, faying, Eggs made Chickens, Chickens Cocks, Cocks Capons: now if boiled Eggs, which I did eat, would ever have been Chickens, Cocks, and Capons; How did I know but the boiled Eggs under your hen, would come to be so too.