But when your work the fools commend,
At once consign it to the flames!
II.
Gentles, attend this simple rhyme:
It boasts small skill, I’m free to say;
Yet heard aright, its untaught chime
May teach you more than loftier lay.
An Ass one morning sallied forth
To journey down a sunny vale;
He cropped the dewy flowers of earth,