A proud dog thought everyone should give way and tried to squeeze between a waggon and wall. In his haste he became paste.
A DOG of a cobler (forgive me I pray!
Which belong’d to a cobler, I rather should say,)
This dog like a great many others beside,
Whose stations are humble, was troubled with pride
Thought he, “I can see no good reason at all,
Why I should turn out to give others the wall;
The next time I meet them, whoever they be,
I’ll make them remove to give passage to me.’
So saying he trotted full speed up the road,
And soon met a horse and a cart with a load;
Now it happen’d the way was so narrow just there,
There was room for the cart, but not any to spare.
But the mastiff, so great was the pride of his heart,
Prest onward with haste ‘twixt the wall and the cart;
When alas! for our hero! his brains and his neck,
And his ribs and his bowels went quickly to wreck!
This confession was wrung from the dog ere he died,
“Now, indeed, I repent my ridiculous pride.”