AN ASS1 once carried through the streets of a city a famous wooden
Image, to be placed in one of its Temples. As he passed along,
the crowd made lowly prostration2 before the Image. The Ass,
thinking that they bowed their heads in token of respect for
himself, bristled3 up with pride, gave himself airs, and refused
to move another step. The driver, seeing him thus stop, laid his
whip lustily about his shoulders and said, "O you perverse
dull-head! it is not yet come to this, that men pay worship to an
Ass."
They are not wise who give to themselves the credit due to
others.
