A _Boasting Mule_.
There was a _Favourite Mule_, that was High Fed, and in the Pride
of Flesh and Mettle, would still be Bragging of his Family, and his
Ancestors. My Father (says he) was a Courser, and though I say it that
should not say’t, I my self take after him. He had no sooner spoke the
Words, but he was put to the Tryal of his Heels, and did not only shew
himself a Jade; but in the very Heat of his Ostentation, his Father fell
a Braying, which Minded him of his Original, and the Whole Field made
Sport on’t, when they found him to be the Son of an _Ass_.
The MORAL.
_A Bragging Fool that’s Rais’d out of a Dunghill, and sets up for a Man
of Quality, is Ashamed of Nothing in This World but of his Own Father._