JOHNDONKEY[There isn't a man living who does not have at least asneaking reverence for a horse-shoe.—Evening Post.]Thus the poor ass whose appetite has ne'erKnown than the thistle any sweeter fareThinks all the world eats thistles. Thus the clown,The wit and Mentor of the country town,Grins through the collar of a horse and thinksOthers for pleasure do as he for drinks,Though secretly, because unwilling stillIn public to attest their lack of skill.Each dunce whose life and mind all follies marBelieves as he is all men living are—His vices theirs, their understandings his;Naught that he knows not, all he fancies,is.How odd that any mind such stuff should boast!How natural to write it in thePost!
[There isn't a man living who does not have at least asneaking reverence for a horse-shoe.—Evening Post.]
Thus the poor ass whose appetite has ne'erKnown than the thistle any sweeter fareThinks all the world eats thistles. Thus the clown,The wit and Mentor of the country town,Grins through the collar of a horse and thinksOthers for pleasure do as he for drinks,Though secretly, because unwilling stillIn public to attest their lack of skill.Each dunce whose life and mind all follies marBelieves as he is all men living are—His vices theirs, their understandings his;Naught that he knows not, all he fancies,is.How odd that any mind such stuff should boast!How natural to write it in thePost!