An _Ass_ Taught _Grammar_.
There was a Bold Undertaking Pedant, Wager’d his Neck against a certain
Sum of Money that in Ten Years time he would Teach an _Ass_ to _Write_,
_Read_, and _Chop Logick_. His Friends called him a Thousand Mad-men for
Casting away his Life upon so absolute an Impossibility. Pray Gentlemen
(says the Undertaker,) have but a little Patience; for ’tis odds, that
before the Term’s out, either the _Prince_ Dies, (that’s a Party to the
Contract,) or the _Ass_ Dies, or the _Adventurer_ Dies, and then the
Danger’s over.
The MORAL.
_Collusion without Malice is, in many Cases, not only Laudable but
Necessary._