A _Country-man_ with his _Asses_.
A _Country-man_ that had been at Market with his Corn, and was Driving
his _Asses_ Home again, Mounted one of the Best of them to Ease himself:
When he was up, he fell to Counting, and so kept Telling them over and
over, all the way he went, but still wanted one of his Number. Upon this,
away he goes to the Market Town, whence he came (a matter of Seven
Miles off, back again,) Enquiring of all he met, if any Body had seen
his _Ass_. He could learn no Tydings of him, and so Home he went, Late
at Night, as arrant a Fool, as he set out. The Loss went to the Heart of
him, but upon Alighting, and his Wives giving him the Hint, he found his
Beast again, and that the _Ass_ he rode upon was forgot in the Reckoning.
The MORAL.
_The Butcher look’d for his Knife when he had it in his Mouth._