Moral and political fables ancient and modern. Done into Measurd Prose intermixd with Ryme. By Dr. Walter Pope |
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Fab. XXXII. Jupiter and the Ass. |
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Fab. XXXII. Jupiter and the Ass.
An Ass who servd a Gardener, complaind
That he had too much Work, too little Meat,
And thence to be removd, did Jove intreat;
Jove plac'd him with a Potter, he soon found
He was not betterd by this Change, being bound
To carry heavy loads of Clay, and Tiles,
And Earthen Vessels, then again he prayd,
That he might serve one of another Trade,
And by Joves order to a Tanner went,
Where the poor Beast led a laborious Life,
Carrying the stinking Skins of his own kind;
Ore-whelmd with grief, thus to himself he said;
Had I continued where Jove put me first,
I might have livd as well as other Asses,
But of all Masters now I serve the worst,
For when he shall have killd me with hard work,
He'll not stop there, but Curry my dead Skin.
That he had too much Work, too little Meat,
And thence to be removd, did Jove intreat;
Jove plac'd him with a Potter, he soon found
He was not betterd by this Change, being bound
To carry heavy loads of Clay, and Tiles,
And Earthen Vessels, then again he prayd,
That he might serve one of another Trade,
And by Joves order to a Tanner went,
Where the poor Beast led a laborious Life,
Carrying the stinking Skins of his own kind;
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Had I continued where Jove put me first,
I might have livd as well as other Asses,
But of all Masters now I serve the worst,
For when he shall have killd me with hard work,
He'll not stop there, but Curry my dead Skin.
The Moral.
They who in hopes of better, Masters change,Leap out o'th' Frying-Pan into the Fire.
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