The Fly and the Draught-Mule





A FLY sat on the axle-tree of a chariot, and addressing the

Draught-Mule said, "How slow you are! Why do you not go faster?

See if I do not prick your neck with my sting." The Draught-Mule

replied, "I do not heed your threats; I only care for him who

sits above you, and who quickens my pace with his whip, or holds

me back with the reins. Away, therefore, with your insolence,

for I know well when to go fast, and when to go slow."





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