An Ass, says Esop, died betwixt
Two ricks of hay;
On neither could his choice be fixt,
So down he lay.

A twelvemonth full young Damon stood
By Love suspended;
Now smiled on Chloe, now on Jude,
And both commended.

But one at length, the chosen lass,
He made his bride:
Was Damon now the greater Ass,
Or he that died?