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Truth in Fiction

Or, Morality in Masquerade. A Collection of Two hundred twenty five Select Fables of Aesop, and other Authors. Done into English Verse. By Edmund Arwaker
  

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FABLE III. The Ass, Ape, and Mole:
  
  
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FABLE III. The Ass, Ape, and Mole:

Or, Sufferings lightned by Comparison.

An Ass, an Ape, and Mole, by diff'rent fates,
In joint Affliction made Associates,
From the gay Crowd of happy Beasts withdrew,
To tell their Grievances, and mourn them too.
The Ass, his Ears, as what expos'd him, scorns,
And blames his Stars, he was not arm'd with Horns;
For so he might himself from Wrongs defend,
Repel his Foe, and vindicate his Friend.
The Ape reply'd, She thought that Want but slight,
Since he was made for Burden, not for Fight;
But she had greater reason to repine,
Worse us'd by Nature than the filthy Swine;

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For while on them, a Tail, tho' little, grew,
Her Nakedness was made a publick Shew.
The Mole, who heard them thus themselves bemoan,
And thought their Suff'rings lighter than her own;
Desir'd they wou'd their Troubles calmly bear,
And turn a while their murm'ring Thoughts to her,
Who spent in horrid Darkness all her days,
And saw no Objects to dislike, or praise.

The MORAL.

‘Men, who their own Misfortunes only weigh,
‘Think none so wretched, so oppress'd as they;
‘But when their Woes with others they compare,
‘With greater Patience their Afflictions bear;
‘And less, the Loads themselves sustain, regret,
‘Because their Neighbours under greater sweat.