The Two Mules

Two Mules were journeying—one charged with oats,
The other with a tax's golden fruit.
This last betrayed that manner which denotes
Excessive vanity in man or brute.
Proudly self-conscious of his precious load,
He paced, and loud his harness-bells resounded ;
When suddenly upon their lonely road,
Both Mules and masters were by thieves surrounded.
The money-bearer soon was put to death :
" Is this the end that crowns my high career ?
Yon drudge, " he murmured with his latest breath,
" Escapes unhurt, while I must perish here ! "
" My friend, " his fellow-traveller made reply,
" Wealth cannot always at the poor man scoff.
If you had been content to do as I,
You'd not at present be so badly off ."