[1] Clad In A Lion'S Shaggy Hide, An Ass Spread Terror Far And Wide, And, Though Himself A Coward Brute, Put All The World To Scampering Rout: But, By A Piece Of Evil Luck, A Portion Of An Ear Outstuck, Which Soon Reveal'D The Error Of All The Panic-Terror. Old Martin Did His Office Quick. Surprised Were All Who Did Not Know The Trick, To See That Martin,[2] At His Will, Was Driving Lions To The Mill! In France, The Men Are Not A Few Of Whom This Fable Proves Too True; Whose Valour Chiefly Doth Reside In Coat They Wear And Horse They Ride.
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