[1] An Old Man, Riding On His Ass, Had Found A Spot Of Thrifty Grass, And There Turn'D Loose His Weary Beast. Old Grizzle, Pleased With Such A Feast, Flung Up His Heels, And Caper'D Round, Then Roll'D And Rubb'D Upon The Ground, And Frisk'D And Browsed And Bray'D, And Many A Clean Spot Made. Arm'D Men Came On Them As He Fed: 'Let'S Fly,' In Haste The Old Man Said. 'And Wherefore So?' The Ass Replied; 'With Heavier Burdens Will They Ride?' 'No,' Said The Man, Already Started. 'Then,' Cried The Ass, As He Departed, 'I'll Stay, And Be - No Matter Whose; Save You Yourself, And Leave Me Loose. But Let Me Tell You, Ere You Go, (I Speak Plain French, You Know,) My Master Is My Only Foe.'