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FABLE XXIII. The One-Ey'd Deer:

Or, Fruitless Precaution.

While browzing by the Sea, a One-Ey'd Deer,
That thought she cou'd from thence no Danger fear,
Did, for her Safety, cautiously provide,
And tow'rds the Land still turn the Seeing-side.
A roving Fowler, whom she did not dread,
Found her Blind-side, and shot her thro' the Head.
The Beast thus wounded, her ill Fate bewail'd,
To find how all her vain Precaution fail'd:
Since where she fear'd most Harm, she none endur'd;
But suffer'd most, where she seem'd most secur'd.

The MORAL.

‘Thus Things, whence most we Danger apprehend,
‘By wondrous Turns, our Fortunes most befriend:

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‘While those in which we greatest Trust repose,
‘Deceive our Caution, and procure our Woes.