An _Ass_ and the _Frogs_.
An _Ass_ sunk down into a Bog among a Shoale of _Frogs_, with a Burden
of Wood upon his Back, and there he lay, Sighing and Groaning, as if his
Heart would Break: Hark ye Friend (says one of the _Frogs_ to him) if
you make such a Bus’ness of a _Quagmire_, when you are but just fall’n
into’t, what would you do I Wonder, if you had been here as long as we
have been?
The MORAL.
_Custom makes things Familiar and Easy to us; but every thing is Best yet
in its own Element._