Apples and Horse Dung were washed down a stream. They mixed together until the Dung thought itself equal to the Apples. It wasn’t.
People will often think more of themselves than warranted.
Upon a very great fall of rain, the current carry’d away a huge heap of apples, together with a dunghill that lay in the water-course. They floated a good while together like brethren and companions; and as they went thus dancing down the stream, the horse-turds would be every foot crying out still, Alack a day! How we apples swim!
Every thing would be thought greater in the world then it is, and the root of it is this, that it first thinks it self so.