----Heaven be their comforter ----What! are they never curried? ----Are they never taken in in winter? ----Bray bray--bray. Bray on, --the world is deeply your debtor; ----louder still--that's nothing: --in good sooth, you are ill-used: ----Was I a Jack Asse, I solemnly declare, I would bray in G-fol-re-ut from morning, even unto night.
[Footnote 6.1: In the first edition, the sixth volume began with this chapter.]
What! are they never groomed? Never taken in in winter? Bray - bray, bray on - louder still - that's nothing. Was I a Jack Ass, I solemnly declare, I would bray from morning until night.