The Sheep and the Bramble-Bush: A FABLE

A Thick-twisted brake in the time of a storm, Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep: So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm, It quietly sooth'd him asleep.

The clouds are now scatter'd—the winds are at peace, The sheep's to his pasture inclin'd; But ah! the fell thicket lays hold of his fleece, His coat is left forfeit behind.

My friend, who the thicket of law never try'd, Consider before you get in; Tho' judgment and sentence are pass'd on your side, By Jove, you'll be fleec'd to your skin.