A Touch of Faith An ass, with relics for his load/ Supposed the worship on the road/ Meant for himself alone/ And took on lofty airs/ Receiving as his own/ The incense and the prayers/ Someone, who saw his great mistake/ Cried, “Master Donkey, do not make/ Yourself so big a fool/ Not you they worship, but your pack/ They praise the idols on your back/ And count yourself a paltry tool”/ ‘Tis thus a brainless magistrate/ Is honour’d for his robe of state.
— JEAN DE LA FONTAINE
A Touch of Faith An ass, with relics for his load/ Supposed the worship on the road/ Meant for himself alone/ And took on lofty airs/ Receiving as his own/ The incense and the prayers/ Someone, who saw his great mistake/ Cried, “Master Donkey, do not make/ Yourself so big a fool/ Not you they worship, but your pack/ They praise the idols on your back/ And count yourself a paltry tool”/ ‘Tis thus a brainless magistrate/ Is honour’d for his robe of state.
— JEAN DE LA FONTAINE
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