Princes do sometimes delight themselves with mean Matters, he us’d to be mightily pleas’d in eating of his Turnips.  Not long after, Lewis having settled his Affairs, obtain’d the Government of the French Nation; Conon’s Wife puts him upon remembring the King of his old Entertainment at their House, bids him go to him, and make him a Present of some rare Turnips. Conon at first would not hear of it, saying he should lose his Labour, for that Princes took no Notice of such small Matters; but his Wife over-persuaded him. Conon picks out a Parcel of choice Turnips, and gets ready for his Journey; but growing hungry by the Way, eats ’em all up but one very large one.  When Conon had got Admission into the Hall that the King was to pass thro’, the King knew him presently, and sent for him; and he with a great Deal of Chearfulness offers his Present, and the King with as much Readiness of Mind receives it, commanding one that stood near him to lay it up very carefully among his greatest Rarities.  He commands Conon to dine with him, and after Dinner thanks him; and Conon being desirous to go back into his own Country, the King orders him 1000 Crowns for his Turnip.  When the Report of this Thing, as it is common, was spread abroad thro’ the King’s Houshold-Servants, one of the Courtiers presents the King with a very fine Horse; the King knowing that it was his Liberality to Conon that had put him upon this, he hoping to make a great Advantage by it, he accepted it with a great Deal of Pleasure, and calling a Council of his Nobles, began to debate, with what Present he should make a Recompence for so fine and valuable a Horse.  In the mean Time the Giver of the Horse began to be flushed with Expectation, thinking thus with himself; If he made such a Recompence for a poor Turnip offer’d him by a Country Farmer, how much more magnificently will he requite the Present of so fine a Horse by a Courtier?  When one answer’d one Thing, and another another to the King that was consulting about it, as a Matter of great Moment, and the designing Courtier had been for a long Time kept in Fools Paradise; At Length, says the King, it’s just now come into my Mind what Return to make him, and calling one of his Noblemen to him, whispers him in the Ear, bids him go fetch him what he found in his Bedchamber (telling him the Place where it lay) choicely wrap’d up in Silk; the Turnip is brought, and the King with his own Hand gives it the Courtier, wrap’d up as it was, saying that he thought he had richly requited the Present of the Horse by so choice a Rarity, as had cost him 1000 Crowns.  The Courtier going away, and taking off the Covering, did not find a Coal instead of a Treasure, according to the old Proverb, but a dry Turnip:  and so the Biter was bitten, and soundly laugh’d at by every Body into the Bargain.