A goat that was going out one morning for a mouthful of fresh grass, charg'd her kid upon her blessing, not to open the door till she came back, to any creature that had not a beard. The goat was no sooner out of sight, but up comes a wolf to the door, that had over-heard the charge; and in a small pipe calls to the kid to let her mother come in. The kid smelt out the roguery, and bad the wolf shew his beard, and the door should be open to him.
There never was any hypocrite so disguis'd, but he had some mark or other yet to be known by.
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