Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. X. The Ass and Horse. |
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Fab. X. The Ass and Horse.
An Ass, in the same Stable, saw a Horse
Constantly fed with Oats, carefully Drest,
Well Litter'd and well Cloathd; ready to Burst
With Envy, he his own condition Curst,
For I, said he, am always carrying Loads,
And forcd to feed on Thistles in the Roads;
And when I am at home, can scarce get Straw
Enough, to satisfie my craving Maw:
But when he saw the Horse go out to War,
Carrying an Armed Soldier on his Back,
Rushing into the midst of Hostile Troops,
Spurrd, Wounded, Lean, half starvd, he changd his Mind,
And thought himself the Happier of the two.
Constantly fed with Oats, carefully Drest,
Well Litter'd and well Cloathd; ready to Burst
With Envy, he his own condition Curst,
For I, said he, am always carrying Loads,
And forcd to feed on Thistles in the Roads;
And when I am at home, can scarce get Straw
Enough, to satisfie my craving Maw:
But when he saw the Horse go out to War,
Carrying an Armed Soldier on his Back,
Rushing into the midst of Hostile Troops,
Spurrd, Wounded, Lean, half starvd, he changd his Mind,
And thought himself the Happier of the two.
The Moral.
If Poor Men knew what Troubles Grandeur brings,They would not envy Potentates and Kings.
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