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MODERN FABLES

To most of my readers
I need not explain.
Advice is the brush
I prefer to a Cane.

(Translated from the Polish of Ignace Krasicki.)


THE ASS AND THE LAMB

"HOW hard is my fate!
 What sorrows await,"
Said the Ass to the Sheep, "my deplorable state!


Cold, naked, ill-fed,
I sleep in a shed,
And the snow, wind and rain come in over my head.


All this day did I pass
In a yard without grass:—
What a pity that I was created an Ass!


As for Master, he sat
By the fire, with the Cat;
And they both looked as you do, contented and fat.


Your nice coat of wool.
So elastic and full,
Makes you much to be envied,—aye, more than the Bull!"