Two Young men and a Cook
Two young Fellows slipt into a Cook's Shop, and while the Master was busy at his Work, one of them stole a piece of Flesh, and convey'd it to the other. The Master miss'd it immediately, and challeng'd them with the Theft; He that took it, swore he had none on't: and he that had it, swore as desperately that he did not take it. The Cook reflecting upon the Conceit: Well, my Masters (says he) these Frauds and Fallacies may pass upon Men, but there's an Eye above that sees through them. There's no putting of Tricks upon an all-seeing Power; as if he that made our Hearts, and knows every Nook and Corner of them, could not see through the childish Fallacy of a double Meaning.