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Pleasant and Divertive. 1 1
Then was I fed with Corn and Hay,
And had each thing at Will ;
But when my Strength did wear away,
I sold was to the Mill.
And thou which proudly here dost Prance,
And giv'st no Man the Way;
Full little dost thou know how soon
Thou shalt come to decay.
Thy Master's Stable is no Grange,
Boast not therefore of Strength ;
Yet not so Constant is by chance,
As thou shalt find at length.
Bucephalus upon his Back
A Mighty Monarch bore ;
When he had spent his fresh green Youth,
The Dogs his Flesh did Tear.
A Horse, a Hound, a Hawk, a Man,
Serve but their Youthful Prime ;
Therefore take heed if thou be Wise,
Lay hold while it is Time.
Trust not then to after Wou'ds,
Gape not for had I list ;
Ten Birds on Wing are not so good
As One upon the Fist.
With store of Shells in Pease-cod time,
Besure thou shalt be Fed ;
With fair Words and sweet ones too,
Besure thou shalt be led.
And when thy Strength does wear away,
And Beauty 'gins to fade ;
Away then with this Doating Ass,
He serveth for the Spade.
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