A _Bull_ and a _Gnat_.
A Gnat that had Planted himself upon the Horn of a Bull, very civilly
begg’d the Bull’s Pardon for his Importunity; but rather then Incommode
ye, says he, I’ll Remove. Oh, never Trouble your Head for that, says the
Bull; for ’tis all One to me whether you go or stay. I never felt ye when
you sat down, and I shall take as Little Notice of ye when you Rise.
The MORAL.
_The Vanity of this Fly, strikes at a Humour that we meet with every Day
in the World, in a Hundred Trifling, Nonsensical People, that will be
still making Themselves more Considerable then they are._