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A Certayne Smyth had a whelpe, whiche all the whyle hée stroke on his yron, did sléepe: but when he wente to meate, the Dogge would straightewaye arise, and eate the crummes that fell from the Table, or bones, or any thing else. Whiche thing the Smith marking wel, sayde to his Dogge: Thou wretche, I can not tell how to
••andle thée, for whyles I am busie in my worke, thou lyest snorting and sléeping: But when my teeth goe, thou startest vp and waggest to me thy tayle.
MOR. Idle sluggardes whiche liue of an other mans sweate, must be punished according to the rigour of the law.