The Fly and the Draught-Mule (fable)

A FLY sat on the axle-tree of a chariot, and, addressing the Draught-Mule, said,

“How slow you are! Why do you not go faster? See if I do not prick your neck with my sting.”

The Draught-Mule replied,

“I do not heed your threats; I only care for him who sits above you, and who quickens my pace with his whip, or holds me back with the reins. Away, therefore, with your insolence, for I know well when to go fast, and when to go slow.”



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