A Sow and a Dog
There pass'd some hard Words betwixt a Dow and a Dog, and the Sow swore by Venus, that she'd tear his Guts out, if he did not mend his Manners. Ay, says the Dog, you do well to call upon her for your Patroness, that will not so much as endure any Creature about her that Eat Swine's Flesh. Well (says the Sow) and that's a Token of her Love, to hate any Thing that hurts me; but for Dog's Flesh, 'tis good neither Dead, nor Living.
Where the Matter in Controversy will not bear an Argument, 'tis a Turn of Art to bring it off with a Paradox.