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of us been lost, or devoured by wild beasts in it.
Did you think the world itself, Sir, had contained such a number of Jack Asses?-How they view'd and review'd us as we passed over the rivulet at the bottom of that little valley!—and when we climbed over that hill, and were just getting out of sight—good God! what a braying did they all set up together!
—Prithee, shepherd! who keeps all those Jack Asses? * * *
—Heaven be their comforter—What! are they never curried?—Are they never taken in in winter?—Bray—bray-bray. Bray on,—the world is deeply your debtor;—louder still—that's
