The Heifer and the Ox

144. THE HEIFER AND THE OX. A Heifer that ran wild in the fields, and had never felt the yoke, upbraided an Ox at plough for submitting to such labour and drudgery. The Ox said nothing, but went on with his work. Not long after, there was a great festival. The Ox got his holiday: but the Heifer was led off to be sacrificed at the altar. “If this be the end of your idleness,” said the Ox, “ I think that my work is better than your play. I had rather my neck felt the yoke than the axe.” [more info]

The Wanton Calf

058. THE WANTON CALF. A calf, full of play and wantonness, seeing the ox at plough, could not forbear insulting him, “What a sorry poor drudge are you,” says he, “to bear that heavy yoke upon your neck, and go all day drawing a plough at your tail to turn up the ground for your master! But you are a wretched dull slave, and know no better, or else you would not do it. See what a happy life I lead; I go just where I please; sometimes I lie down under the cool shade; sometimes I frisk about in the open sunshine; and, when I please, slake my thirst in the clear sweet brook; but you, if you were to perish, have not so much as a little dirty water to refresh you.”
The ox, not at all moved with what was said, went quietly and calmly on with his work, and in the evening was unyoked and turned loose. Soon after which he saw the calf taken out of the field, and delivered into the hands of a priest, who immediately led him to the altar, and prepared to sacrifice him. His head was hung round with fillets of flowers, and the fatal knife was just going to be applied to his throat, when the ox drew near, and whispered him to this purpose: “Behold the end of your insolence and arrogance; it was for this only you were suffered to live at all; and pray now, friend, whose condition is best, yours or mine?” [more info]

The Wanton Calf

052. THE WANTON CALF.
A Calf who ne're the presures felt of yoakes,
Saucily triumph'd o're a labouring Oxe,
At length with Garlands crown'd the Scorners led,
And by a Priest a sacrifise is made.
Morall
Labour in rustick Swaines dull Life supports,
Longer than all the Luxuries of Courts.
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The Wanton Calf

052. THE WANTON CALF. A calf, full of play and wantonness, seeing the ox at plough, could not forbear insulting him, “What a sorry poor drudge are you,” says he, “to bear that heavy yoke upon your neck, and go all day drawing a plough at your tail to turn up the ground for your master! But you are a wretched dull slave, and know no better, or else you would not do it. See what a happy life I lead; I go just where I please; sometimes I lie down under the cool shade; sometimes I frisk about in the open sunshine; and, when I please, slake my thirst in the clear sweet brook; but you, if you were to perish, have not so much as a little dirty water to refresh you.”
The ox, not at all moved with what was said, went quietly and calmly on with his work, and in the evening was unyoked and turned loose. Soon after which he saw the calf taken out of the field, and delivered into the hands of a priest, who immediately led him to the altar, and prepared to sacrifice him. His head was hung round with fillets of flowers, and the fatal knife was just going to be applied to his throat, when the ox drew near, and whispered him to this purpose: “Behold the end of your insolence and arrogance; it was for this only you were suffered to live at all; and pray now, friend, whose condition is best, yours or mine?” [more info]

The Wanton Calf

2.66. THE WANTON CALF. A Calf, full of play and wantonness, seeing the Ox at plough, could not forbear insulting him. "What a sorry poor drudge art thou," says he, "to bear that heavy yoke upon your neck, and go all day drawing a plough at your tail, to turn up the ground for your master! But you are a wretched dull slave, and know no better, or else you would not do it. See what a happy life I lead; I go just where I please; sometimes I lie down under the cool shade; sometimes frisk about in the open sunshine; and, when I please, slake my thirst in the clear sweet brook: But you, if you were to perish, have not so much as a little dirty water to refresh you."
The Ox, not at all moved with what he said, went quietly and calmly on with his work: and, in the evening, was unyoked and turned loose. Soon after which he saw the Calf taken out of the field, and delivered into the hands of a priest, who immediately led him to the altar, and prepared to sacrifice him. His head was hung round with fillets of flowers, and the fatal knife was just going to be applied to his throat, when the Ox drew near and whispered him to this purpose: "Behold the end of your insolence and arrogance; it was for this only you were suffered to live at all; and pray now, friend, whose condition is best, yours or mine?"
MORAL. To insult people in distress is the property of a cruel, indiscreet, and giddy temper; for on the next turn of fortune's wheel, we maybe thrown down to their condition, and they exalted to ours. [more info]