A Horse and a Mule were traveling together, the Horse prancing along in its fine trappings, the Mule carrying with difficulty the heavy weight in its panniers. “I wish I were you,” sighed the Mule; “nothing to do and well fed, and all that fine harness upon you.”
Next day, however, there was a great battle, and the Horse was wounded to death in the final charge of the day. His friend, the Mule, happened to pass by shortly afterwards and found him on the point of death. “I was wrong,” said the Mule. “Better humble security than gilded danger.”
Better humble security than gilded danger.