. Picture fables . THE ASS. BOY. You lazy donkey, why dont you run ? Just like a snail you go creeping Dont beat me; I know Im long on the road,But still I can fairly carry my servants our master doth need,Me for burden, the horse for speed. And the good old Ass, when his work was oer,Went wearily in at the with the horse did he cosily dwell,Found there the supper hed earnd so well;On the clean straw his limbs did he lay, Slept there in quiet till break of day. 14 \ A-, .-. CHILD AND OX. JHILD. Now what are you thinking of, Ox, I pray,That there you
. Picture fables . THE ASS. BOY. You lazy donkey, why dont you run ? Just like a snail you go creeping Dont beat me; I know Im long on the road,But still I can fairly carry my servants our master doth need,Me for burden, the horse for speed. And the good old Ass, when his work was oer,Went wearily in at the with the horse did he cosily dwell,Found there the supper hed earnd so well;On the clean straw his limbs did he lay, Slept there in quiet till break of day. 14 \ A-, .-. CHILD AND OX. JHILD. Now what are you thinking of, Ox, I pray,That there you are lying, the livelong clay,Making so grave and so learned a face ?Ox. Thanks for the honour, thats not my case ;Learning and books I must leave to you—I cannot tliink, I can only chew. For awhile the old Ox lay chewing there,Thinking of nothing, without a care,When the farmer harnessd him to the wain,To drag from the field a load of he did it bravely, and quickly too, But to think was a thing that he could not do. 15
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