A Horse and an Ass were travelling together, the Horse
prancing along in its fine trappings, the Ass carrying with
difficulty the heavy weight in its panniers. "I wish I were you,"
sighed the Ass; "nothing to do and well fed, and all that fine
harness upon you." Next day, however, there was a great battle,
and the Horse was wounded to d**h in the final charge of the day.
His friend, the Ass, happened to pa** by shortly afterwards and
found him on the point of d**h. "I was wrong," said the Ass:
"Better humble security than gilded danger."